Apr 11 02:55:50 106 PA
From Chronicles
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Kingsdale - Cali's Garage: Attic
The locked door below is emblazoned with a sign that reads 'Si Sera Investigations' and leads up a set of stairs to the second floor. Upstairs is a largely open space - to the left is a bathroom with a shower and toilet, double set of sinks. Across the hall is a small kitchen with stove, oven and fridge, a double set of sinks and cupboards. There's a tea/coffee cup rack that holds several empty mugs. There's a small table to eat at with four chairs.
Down a hallway on the right side is a locked door - with a keypad that leads into a reinforced room that appears to function as a locker room and equipment area. There are heavy hooks on the wall to store body armor, lockers with padlocks that are emblazoned with several names in neat writing: Atticus, Caliopa Katsumi, Zaphod. Against the back wall there are several locked equipment trunks and several heavy benches rest in the middle of the room for changing.
Down the hallway on the left two rooms have been opened up to make one large cooperative work area - a large desk in the corner has a framed picture of Caliopa and neat piles of yellow legal pads covered in careful cursive writing as well as a tea set and a comfortable office chair - and a simple phone. In the middle of the room sit four desks arranged together with chairs - legal pads available and several phones available as well as comfortable office chairs. Against the left wall of the office area sits a comfortable couch and pair of chairs, against the right wall a door leads into a good sized conference room with a long table and several chairs as well as a chalk board and dry-erase board - one wall has a large window that lets you look out into the office area. The walls have been painted a comfortable light blue and the floors are dark wood. The windows have curtains that are often opened to let natural light into the room, one wall has a large map of Kingsdale and the surrounding areas - laminated and with dry-erase markers nearby on a small shelf.
Atticus is working on a stack of legal pads - having invited Sage over he has the door downstairs opened, he's sipping from his hot cocoa now and then. A nearby whiteboard is wiped clean, a music player is playing some guitar music that the elf is humming along with, his feet kicked up on a chair across from him - sitting at his desk.
At some point, the light auburn haired woman makes her way to the upper floor of her friend's garage. Sage carries a backpack with her as she makes her way into the Elf's work office. Her gaze drifts over the area to satisfy curiousities that she has had about the man's office. The sound of the music playing and the humming of a male voice is enough to guide her to the Elf himself. "Hello." She says softly, giving a soft smile. Her gaze turning to the work that the man has in front of him. "That doesn't look very fun..." She comments.
Atticus smiles as he looks down at the legal pad - some scribbling and charts, various graphs and what have you. "Just working on some ideas for things," he notes as he drops his feet, rising up to his full height, "I'm glad you came over. Can I get you anything to eat or drink? We have some salad, some left over meat, some pizza - and drinks of course, soda, and water, and tea and so on..."
"Ah..." Sage comments, with an undertone of curiousity as she reaches towards one of the pads. "May I?" She asks, before her hand will grab the most interesting looking pad of the bunch. Her gaze lifting to the man with a delicately raised brow as if to emphasize the question. With the man standing now, she has to look upwards to do it. "Thank you for inviting me." She replies with simple politeness, before she purses her lips. "I'll have tea, please." She sets her bag down for the moment. "I brought you a treat... but, it'll be an exchange kind of thing." She says cryptically, deciding to make the man ask what the exchange would be.
Atticus smiles, "No, go for it," he says as he rises to his feet, touching her shoulder a moment before he smiles. "Well. Some sort of exchange. That means I need to have a treat for you?" he asks as he moves to the kitchen area - preparing two cups of tea as he hums, walking them back on a tray with sugar, milk, lemon and two spoons - finding a spot for them on the desk.
Plucking the pad from the table, Sage brings it up to be able to look it over. She gives it a thoughtful look for a moment before she sets it back down. "A wonder you can understand your own scribbles." She says teasingly, before looking back to the man and she shakes her head at his question. "Not a treat... per say." She says, "I figured I'd give you a chance to show me something you enjoy... although, I think watching you read a book may be a bit of a bore." She adds a hint of humour to the last part of her comment, before considering the options for sitting down in the office.
Looks like some discussions - at least scribbling - about some metaphysical items - psionics, magic, determining answers to things, the most common and most efficient ways to determine an internal answer. "Well, I did learn to write from a young boy," he notes with a smile. "Well, that leaves book reading out. And showering, who knew showers existed? WE've done cooking already." he says, gesturing to a couch, chairs,t he desk.
"Interesting ideas, though..." Sage comments, as she takes up her mug to blow softly on the surface water before taking a sip from it. She takes a moment to sit light on the edge of his desk for a moment as if to rule out the possibility for watching him work as well. "Well, book reading could be okay if it were... engaging." She concedes, before she shrugs before she returns her attention to the drink clasp in her hand. "And, yes... you'll need to find something else." She says with a light sparkle of amusement in her eyes.
Atticus smiles as he leans over to kiss her cheek lightly. "Well. Lets see. I could clean my weapons - that seems a bit off. I could talk to you about my magic and what I can do. I don't really have any cases I could take you on - or I'd do that you could watch me work and I really wouldn't mind that, I like people watching,' he admits as he begins to prepare his tea.
A quizzical look is given to the Elf as a brow raises as Sage tilts her head as she looks up at the man. At the mention of watching him work, she takes a bigger foothold of the desk surface and gives a gentle push of the pads onto his chair as she makes it seem as though she was merely trying to balance herself once more. "Oops?" She asks, not sounding all that innocent. She sets her mug down for the time being as she looks back to the man. "Should I say something that'll interest me?" She asks, "Although, seeing you work can come later... I want to be more intrigued or entertained right now, though." She purses her lips, "But, if you enjoy cleaning guns, I can take you to wear I store mine sometime..." She says teasingly.
Atticus grins, "Well, that might be a lot of fun - seeing your guns, I mean. But if you want to be entertained, I could show you some of the poems I wrote. I could show you some of the ideas I had for a house I wanted one day - I sketched it all out. I should show you a couple of the books and scrolls I brought with me from home - my original home I mean,t he planet that wasn't this one," he says. He oofs as the pads hit his lap, smiling and gathering them up. "Making a mess."
Sage gives a small amused smile and a gentle shake of her head at the comment about seeing her guns being a lot of fun. "Guns are just tools... never thought of them as fun." She comments, before considering the man's other options. She gets a grin when she's accused of makng a mess. "Well, I've discovered new things that I can do ... and I suppose I could make even more of a mess." She gives him a cheeky wink before she rises from the desk. She sips the tea as she walks over to the coach now. "Now then, shall we see what your idea of entertaining a girl is?" She says, settling onto the couch hear one of the arms. She looks over to him, smiling faintly and raising a brow as if to present the challenge of trying to amuse her.
Atticus smiles, "Well. You haven't seem impressed with my ability to make music," he notes as he drops down onto the couch next to her, taking small sips from his tea and getting comfortable. "I could start throwing magic nets and carpets that stick to you around, or levitating, but I don't think that's going toreally amuse you all that much. That or clouds of smoke or invisiblity," he says with a grin. "How about more dancing and a kiss? Painting?"
A frown forms on her features, "I haven't even heard you play any music... so how would I know?" She asks, setting down her tea on the arm of the couch before turning to him as he sits beside her. She gives him a playful warning look as he talks about snaring her with magic. "That would be mean." She says, with equal measures of warning and playfulness. She raises her brow at him at the last suggestion, "You assume I'd want to kiss you..." She says simply, "Perhaps I'll just have to amuse myself..." She adds with a growing look of mischief.
Atticus grins and rises as he puts down his drink, opening a close to pull out his guitar case. He opens it, sliding out a warm simple guitar, walking back to settle down onto the couch and strum a few notes, getting settled in and adjusting the tuning just a little bit. "Well, would you?" he asks with a full smile. "Kiss me, I mean, not amuse yourself. I'll play some stuff, see if you like it or not."
Once he goes to fetch his guitar, Sage passes the time by sipping more of her tea. Leaving little left by the time the Elf settles back down on the couch. Once he returns, she shifts her positions to pull her legs up on the couch, turns so that her side is against the back of the couch and lightly rests her head near the top of the couch if it reaches high enough to do so comfortably. She considers the man for a moment, "I'm not sure..." She answers to his question, before nodding slightly to his next comment. "Please do." She says softly, quieting down to listen to the Elf play.
Atticus nods, smiling as he plucks a few chords. "Well, that's fair enough," he says as he pauses to take a few sips. "Alright, this one. I learned it when I first moved here - when I started playing music, to help learn a bit more dexterity," he says as he launches into the song - designed to be a sort of light and airy tune, flickering high notes and a steady bass sort of strum, easy to imagine on a spring or summer day.
Atticus rolls... __ (1d100) 79
Sage lets the topic of her kissing him drift away for the time being as the Elf concedes to her answer. A curious expression forms as he speaks about the song he's about to play. There is also a hint of a frown as he doesn't really speak about the song itself rather than its uses. When some of the notes seem just a little off, she frowns a little more. Her gaze drifts to his fingering, considering their movement as if trying to figure out the idea of how it can help him with dexterity. "Play something up-beat next?" She suggests with a slight questioning tone.
Atticus shakes his head, frowning as he works his way through the song. "The first time I learned this, it was at a spring festival for the tiny village I lived in,w hen I first rifted here," he explains. "I heard it from a dwarf - amusingly enough - and had him teach me. Took forever it seemed like. Let me try another song - this one is actually about a young man that's seeking his fame and fortune - off to be a knight, to help fight evil. But in the end, he finds out that sacrifice is required in order to do the most good," he says as he reorders his fingers and begins to start the song, singing along.
Atticus rolls... __ (1d100) 78
It seems clear enough from the Elf's own body language that the song doesn't sound quite as it should be. She remains in her relaxed posture as she watches him play. The next song doesn't quite seem to capture her either it almost seems like the man is making small little errors occasionally through the song. Curiousity comes as she opens her mental door and slips into the man's mind to glean the thoughts there. A thoughtful look entering her eyes. "Are you nervous?" She asks softly.
Atticus shakes his head and frowns. "I must be," he says with a smile, his thoughts apparently focused on just trying to impress her and give her a good, enjoyable time. He clears his throat, launching into another merry tune. "This one is from memory, elven families sing this one during the spring celebration - it's about flowers erupting into bloom, new animals, new families, new beginnings." he says as he begins to play.
Atticus rolls... __ (1d100) 84
"Or maybe you don't really know how to play..." Sage teasingly offers as an excuse for his consideration. She doesn't make her presence in his mind known for now as she takes a moment to mull the surface thoughts over. A smile comes as this song clearly is being fumbled and she begins to giggle to herself. << It sounds better in here. >> She mentally muses to him, before she makes a face at one particularly bad note that comes. Causing only a little more giggling. A mischievous look develops as she decides to try out one of her new found abilities as she begins to slowly lift him off with the coat with some gentle help from her telekinetic abilities. life him off the couch, even
Atticus blinks, his eyes going wide as he's lifted out and off the couch. "Hey, that's not nice," he says with a grin, his eyes dancing with amusement as he's lifted. Switching the song, something more smooth and melodic now - a touch slower, but still upbeat and trying to aim for relaxed. "And thank you, I'm sure it sounds far, far better in my head," he admits as he concentrates on his playing.
Atticus rolls... __ (1d100) 86
A mischievous delight sets into her eyes and the curl of her mouth as the man reacts to her playful indulgence. Sage doesn't let him go at the seemingly amused complaint. Instead, she gently turns the man to be facing away from her. She dissolves into giggles as the man seems to have continued problems with playing and she slumps forward onto the couch as she can't keep her relaxed posture with all the amusement coursing through her. << Poor guitar... >> She teases as she can't utter any words amid her amusement.
Atticus clears his throat, but he's soon laughing. "It's not my fault. You're admiring my butt and you have me all up in the air," he says as he shifts into another song - this one a battle hymn, a sort of old-style song he learned from som drifter somewhere - more jaunty, hopefully a bit more forgiving on his poor guitar and his poor fingers that are missing notes just a tiny little bit as time goes on.
Atticus rolls... __ (1d100) 63
<< Not true! >> Sage's mental voice offers as rebuttal, << Well... some of it. >> She can't exactly claim that she didn't raise him into the air. Eventually she giggles herself out and takes a couple calming breathes before she manages to push herself up off of the couch. Fortunately she hadn't moved him too far up into the air and moving him slightly off the couch to give the man's legs a chance to brace himself as the telekinetic assistance seems to dissolve with her mind distracted. She makes a little noise as she realizes this, preparing herself to grab him with her new ability should he not simply land feet first and manage to settle himself properly. "Sorry.." She says softly, looking a little embarrassed. Its hard to tell if she's even paying enough attention to the new song being played. "You don't need to prove you can't play anymore..." She adds, with a half-hearted tease.
He falls, lands awkwardly on one leg - twisting and falling back onto the couch wtih a grunt. He grins, managing to keep his guitar from being smashed or crunched as well. He stops playing obviously, smiling as he shakes his head again. "Well, you got me to stop playing," he says with a full, easy smile. "Alright. So if not any music - and I nailed that last song, then what next?"
Mild relief shows on Sage's features as the man manages to avoid injuring himself or the guitar in his unexpected descent. With that concern fading away, her amusement is quick to bubble back up - showing in her eyes and smile once more. "I'd hardly call that lot of caterwalling music..." She retorts cheerfully, shaking her head faintly. She sits up on her part of the couch, with one knee along the couch in front of her so that she can be turned to face him. Her right arm bracing herself up. She purses her lips as she considers his question. "Perhaps I should just give you your treat... even if torturing guitars is something you enjoy." She begins to rise from her seat on the couch.
Atticus shakes his head with a grin, leaning over to put down his guitar, securing it in it's case wiht it's clasps. "WEll, I guess so. If you want. I feel bad though, like I didn't fulfil my end of the bargain," he says as he calls after her with a full grin.
A faint shrug is given as she walks over to where she set her backpack down. Sage picks up the bag and sets it gently on the desk. She digs out a small covered cup and a spoon from the bag. "If you'd like, I could give you a second chance... but you may want to prepare something in advance." She says lightly, turning back to give him an amused look. She walks back over and offers the cup to him. "Here..." She'll let him take the lid off the cup to find out that its a creme brulee.
Atticus takes the cup with a smile, leaning over to take off the cover. "MMMm. This smells great!" he says, "And it looks sort of crispy and caramel-y on the top - we talked about that earlier, right? What is it, I don't think I've seen anything like this before," he says as he takes the spoon, leaning back in his seat with a smile, "I should've made a cake or brownies, I knew it," he says with a chuckle directed at her. "Thank you, thank you so much."
Sage smiles softly as he seems to enjoy the smell and look of the offering, but she doesn't end up sitting back down. Instead, she simply puts her knee on the couch to prop herself up a little so that she can reach up and muss up the Elf's hair. "There's more to life than food..." She says softly with a faint smile. "But, you're welcome... my tall silly friend." She moves back to a standing position before looking about once more. "Not a bad place to work out of..." She comments.
Atticus smiles, "I guess so. But still it's the lifeblood of people," he says as he crunches his spoon through the top crust, he takes a small bite from it, closing his eyes and mmming, "Very creamy," he notes with a smile, his eyes twinkling. "MMmm. Very good. And thank you. I put it together for the agency, but really I do most of the work out of it, the rest come in and
"And its just a recipe I found recently... thought you'd like it." Sage comments, watching him enjoy the creme brulee. She smiles once more, pleased that he truly does enjoy it. She drifts away from the couch, to look at aspects of the office that seem to have drawn her curiousity. "I guess you can't investigate much in the office." She concedes, before looking back to him.
Atticus smiles, "Well, it's delicious, whatever it is. I really like it," he says as he takes a few more bites, watching her move around the room with a nod, "Well, that's true. But, I can do research from here, I can meet with people, make assignments, sometimes let people stay here if their house is gone or the like, that sort of thing," he explains as he takes his last few bites.
A gentle nod is given to the man's words as Sage makes her way around, before it seems that the office itself has run out of things for momentarily curiousity to look at and touch. She looks back to the Elf. "I can tell why you enjoy this work so much then... it can be rather rewarding to help people." She says, as she moves to gather up her bag. "Perhaps I should let you get back to work." She says softly, looking back to the man with a raised brow.
OOC: The scene got wrapped at this point due to a long phone call.
Tags: atticus, sage
