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farsickness2020-03-21 03:41 pm
king_inthenorth) wrote in farsickness2020-03-21 03:41 pm
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WHO: Jon Snow & open
WHEN: March
WHAT: Day-to-day things
WHERE: around Gazin
WARNINGS: none, will update if necessary
[At the stables]
It hadn't taken him long to settle in, once he'd gotten over the shock of being here, because in a lot of ways this place isn't that different from what he's used to. He's mostly been keeping to himself since his arrival, but all that means is that he hasn't approached many people or started many conversations. He's simply taking time to sort through some things, and figuring out what he wants to do now that he doesn't have any responsibilities to anyone else.
For the moment his only responsibilities are to the horses in the stables, above which he lives. It's not an uncommon sight to see him leading a horse to the blacksmith to be shod, leading horses to pasture, or tending to saddles or tack. He seems, for the moment, content with such tasks.
[At the tavern]
The other place he can be found most often is the tavern. In the first place, he'd never learned how to do much more cooking than roasting something over a fire, so the tavern is a good place for a meal. In the second place, on the nights when he has trouble sleeping (which, to be honest, is most nights), he likes having somewhere like the tavern to go so that he doesn't have to sit and face his ghosts alone.
It's not uncommon to see him in the common room of the tavern late into the night, nursing a pint and smelling of horses.
WHEN: March
WHAT: Day-to-day things
WHERE: around Gazin
WARNINGS: none, will update if necessary
[At the stables]
It hadn't taken him long to settle in, once he'd gotten over the shock of being here, because in a lot of ways this place isn't that different from what he's used to. He's mostly been keeping to himself since his arrival, but all that means is that he hasn't approached many people or started many conversations. He's simply taking time to sort through some things, and figuring out what he wants to do now that he doesn't have any responsibilities to anyone else.
For the moment his only responsibilities are to the horses in the stables, above which he lives. It's not an uncommon sight to see him leading a horse to the blacksmith to be shod, leading horses to pasture, or tending to saddles or tack. He seems, for the moment, content with such tasks.
[At the tavern]
The other place he can be found most often is the tavern. In the first place, he'd never learned how to do much more cooking than roasting something over a fire, so the tavern is a good place for a meal. In the second place, on the nights when he has trouble sleeping (which, to be honest, is most nights), he likes having somewhere like the tavern to go so that he doesn't have to sit and face his ghosts alone.
It's not uncommon to see him in the common room of the tavern late into the night, nursing a pint and smelling of horses.
Tavern
He had been working since the day of his arrival having found work fast, but also offering his services where they could be useful to get a little gold in his pockets. He hadn't made his rent for the week, but that seemed less important than a book and some ink, and a drink for the night. West had never hurt for money, even when he was disinhereted, now he had to learn to live all together. Those were problems for later. Tonight he carried the book under his arm with his tankard as he moved past Jon silently. Jon to him looked like he belonged to this world, so he tried not to bother natives to much, but he was still in most of the suit he had arrived in, simply down to his dark blue pants, baby blue shirt which was winkled now, nice shoes, and suspenders.
sorry this took so long
He stands up to go to the bar to get a refill on his drink and when he does so, it's apparent that he's armed. There's a knife stuck in his belt. He's still not comfortable going around without at least that much.
On his way back to his table, he nods at the man in greeting.
Annnnd I apologize to.
"Can't sleep?" He took a chance, if it was someone from this world he could fake interest for awhile, for now he knew he wasn't going to be sleeping anytime soon, and as solitary as he was, sometimes company was better than none. "Or a night type?"
more apologies