[ There are four beds to a room and only one of them is obviously occupied. Eugenides is reclined in the sort of posture that might serve for lazily eating grapes in better times. ]
They're all taken.
[ They aren't, though. He's lying. But if someone manages to convince him otherwise, or simply decides to occupy a clearly empty bed, as spaces begin to fill up, they might discover, during the night, why he tried to keep the room to himself. He suffers from night terrors, awful dreams the gods send to keep him humble, and he wakes up obviously sobbing.
In the morning, he's gone. ]
Β.
[ Eugenides can't cook, or even cut up food, but he can hang around the kitchen discreetly taking bits of food others have left unattended. If he sees someone he knows or a stranger he takes for the sharing type he'll just help himself to whatever is on their plate.
On one occasion though, he appears with an armful of exotic ingredients, including something nut-shaped that is for some reason bright green. ]
Who knows how to make pancakes?
relief efforts—
Γ.
[ Eugenides doesn't know how to drive or particularly want to shovel snow. He's interested in electricity but knows his knowledge is lacking and that people need help more than his distractions.
So, he approaches someone either loading up a hoverbike or looking to start riding it, his arms close to overflowing with blankets, like a cup with too much milk. Not the blankets that PRESERVE has provided— nice new blankets all the same. ]
Here. We should take these to someone who needs them.
[ He stole them, but that won't be a problem, right? ]
wildcard—
[ Feel free to throw me something or request custom starters. I'm available for contact via PM and lightfellows! ]
eugenides / queen's thief / ota
Α.
[ There are four beds to a room and only one of them is obviously occupied. Eugenides is reclined in the sort of posture that might serve for lazily eating grapes in better times. ]
They're all taken.
[ They aren't, though. He's lying. But if someone manages to convince him otherwise, or simply decides to occupy a clearly empty bed, as spaces begin to fill up, they might discover, during the night, why he tried to keep the room to himself. He suffers from night terrors, awful dreams the gods send to keep him humble, and he wakes up obviously sobbing.
In the morning, he's gone. ]
Β.
[ Eugenides can't cook, or even cut up food, but he can hang around the kitchen discreetly taking bits of food others have left unattended. If he sees someone he knows or a stranger he takes for the sharing type he'll just help himself to whatever is on their plate.
On one occasion though, he appears with an armful of exotic ingredients, including something nut-shaped that is for some reason bright green. ]
Who knows how to make pancakes?
relief efforts—
Γ.
[ Eugenides doesn't know how to drive or particularly want to shovel snow. He's interested in electricity but knows his knowledge is lacking and that people need help more than his distractions.
So, he approaches someone either loading up a hoverbike or looking to start riding it, his arms close to overflowing with blankets, like a cup with too much milk. Not the blankets that PRESERVE has provided— nice new blankets all the same. ]
Here. We should take these to someone who needs them.
[ He stole them, but that won't be a problem, right? ]
wildcard—
[ Feel free to throw me something or request custom starters. I'm available for contact via PM and