[ her gaze shift to the clean ashpan with her mental gears already spinning over what designs to choose from to make it look more festive. after she finishes with her dinner, jinx should gather all of her markers from her room upstairs, and start right on it. maybe start with that first, and then his coffee mug next.
and would he be okay with her garnishing his entire desk, too? that could be going overboard, but when has her father ever stopped her from doing anything? shoveling her meal with her silverware and thrusting it in her mouth to chew, jinx's brows fly high at the mention of the last drop -- then holds back a snort over the idea. ]
The Last Drop? Here? [ his daughter smirks doubtfully at his direction while she reaches for her glass. ] Heh, c'mon, Dad. Like that place would just fall from the sky or whatever. — And I don't think Santa can carry an entire building in his bag, either.
[ she's not trying to crush his thought, so she tries again. ]
If you can pull it off, sure. It's gonna need a cleanup, though. Vi and Sevika reeeaally did a number on it. A lotta broken everything and magic-y blade slices.
[It was basically a dereliction of duty that he missed in his own way. He had given up years ago being annoyed with her scribbles moving from paper to various items of his; some had come in the forms of gifts and others had just been decorated because she was bored. The rafters were also usually decorated with knick-knacks, bombs and mechanical parts as a sort of ambiance that put people ill at ease as they didn't know where to look.
He would be accepting if she started small - items that he owned and used often - if she didn't feel like endeavouring to decorating more than that. He would like at least something of hers that she had made for him.
He lifted his glass to his lips to drink, raising his only eyebrow at her doubt. He had observed what people had managed to bring to this place. Mounts, items, and extremely large things. Why not their old business?] Are you so certain its impossible? This place is determined to keep us 'happy' and on track when it comes to crimes, so it is reasonable that with the right kind of request, we could have whatever we want as long as we put in the work.
[He growled in annoyance to think that the beacon of Zaun had been trashed. It made sense; Vi was stupid enough to make a direct attempt against him.]
I have no issues renovating for damages. You may convert the basement to a tinker space as well if you so choose.
[ like father, like daughter, jinx too takes a sip of her drink almost identically at the same time he swigs his. except the difference between them is she makes an exaggerating gasp of satisfaction over the lovely taste. ]
But a whole building? [ she asks and emphasizing that they are talking about a structure and not something that can be carried within their hands. ] — How in the heck are they going to whip that up? Go inside your mind and look for a memory of how the place looks?
[ at her theory, she pauses as if something just dawn on her. ]
Whoa, do you think that's what they do? Just jam in our brains to get what they need from us?
[ it would make sense, given they have control her and her abilities more than just one occasion. ]
[Silco shrugged his shoulders to her question. Why not? For him, he had brought in a whole crate of supplies, so why not escalate to a building? If it was a no, he could invest his time in recreating the Last Drop here, though it would never been the same without its unique scars and history. It would be an acceptable substitute.]
If they can create an entire town, why not a whole building? This will be a good test on if there are limitations to what we can bring to make this place more like home.
[He snorted at her question about how it would come to be, and he shrugged his shoulders. He already expected that they somehow managed to use their minds, their habits and their location to determine what it was that they could be punished with. Knowing and preventing was different.]
It’s not a completely unrealistic theory. After all, the brute blew up city hall and within a month, we had a whole new city with expanded borders, features, and a new city hall. If this is prison, and they want us to buy in to it, it makes sense to try to make us comfortable so we emotionally invest and perhaps destroy it less.
[ he is making a lot of sense, and she shovels the last remaining bits of her food before ingesting it down. the idea of having the last drop here would be a nice touch, but there is some unsettles resting on her shoulders in having some of zaun mixed up in this realm.
and she wonders if her father would be disappointed over her true thoughts of it. he hadn't shown any regret regarding her so far, so why would he start now, right? well... if she ignores the whole quentin thing. ]
I... don't want too much of Runeterra here. [ she admits finally, her words moving slow pass her lips. ] — The more it's here, the more... things will go bad again. More Pilities and... people coming after me. And junk.
[He nodded his head in understanding to her feelings on the matter. He had no interest in completely recreating Runeterra here either, but he did want a taste of home. So far, Aldrip had been less advanced and had less of what he was used to, but there were benefits to that as well. This was a new beginning, and with a lack of heavy-handed oversight, it was easier for him to move around and do what he wanted to do for the benefit of himself and his daughter.]
While I can't control those who are from Runeterra already here, they don't seem interested in bringing Zaun or Piltover here. Both have been here longer than either of us. And aside from some items that may be useful, the Last Drop is my only interest from home.
[Because the Last Drop was as close to home as he was willing to bring. It also was a beacon of power from Zaun, a meeting place of community.]
[ if the last drop all that her father wanted in this fake computerized place, then jinx doesn't see the problem with it being here — if possible. although, violet wouldn't be too keen about the whole idea. and in all honesty, she would understand why the establishment would rub her sister the wrong way.
it was vander's bar before silco took ownership, and vi was the one who was meant to take over once he had passed on. but... her sister was absent, no benzo either, and jinx was far too young to take care of the business. silco has the know all on how to make things successful — the flower shop and the restaurants are all thriving way more than they ever were.
so it made perfect sense for him to take control of all the work that no one else wanted to do. but if only her sister would see it that way. jinx holds her gaze at her father's plate of remaining leftovers, then up to him as if asking without words if she can have the rest if he's doing with his share. ]
Thing it'll come with all of our things in there too? The drinks, cups, stools, and stuff?
[This history of the Last Drop was long and twisted, but it had always been a place where people could go to enjoy themselves and ponder what life beyond having the boot of Piltover on their throats. Attempted revolutions had been whispered there for a long time. If they were going to make changes to this place, he considered the Last Drop a necessary beacon from home to do that.
He had no doubt that there would be some fight about it, if he were actually successful. Everyone had their chances, and if the sister wasn't willing to attempt the opportunity, she wasn't as brave as everyone made her out to be. Perhaps she didn't want to have to consider the hostile take-over that would occur if she did.]
That I don't know. We can hope, but it will require investigation if our keepers grant me the wish. We will know in time.
[ it's a little unfair, but how would it get here, for starters? it was somewhere deep underground and constructed from aircraft pieces. a way to bring that into aldrip would mean digging some massive hole in the earth while, furthermore, be withdrawn from society. and if there's one thing she learned about the chosen here, is that they love to investigate and stick their noses where they don't belong.
trying to be slightly discreet, her gaze follow back to her father's half-eaten plate then to his face one more time — pulling her "puppy dog eyed" look and anticipates he will scoot his platter over her way to have. ]
We will simply have to rebuild your workshop here then. It might not be the same, but something to your likely can be arranged if you want to tinker beyond the walls of the house.
[She was a teenage girl after all, and she needed a space to decorate and go bonkers in outside of that treehouse she kept. He expected she would tinker more now that he had taken over ownership of the forge where metal was more freely available. He was slowly turning his attention to the mines, thinking there could be more ore in there that could be utilized at the forge too.
Still, if the Last Drop could be here, he did wonder about her workshop. There wasn't anywhere like it, of course. It was something to ponder.
He noted her look and didn't put up a fight when it came to the rest of his meal, pushing the plate to her without complaint. He then leaned back in his chair and opened his cigar case to pull one out for a post-meal drag or two. He lit it and enjoyed the smoke in his lungs.]
[ her eyes illuminate when the plate scoots her way, and like she hadn't eaten in weeks, jinx dives in without question. the scent of his cigar had never once bothered his daughter, if anything, the bouquet had become a tranquility of her anxiety. one click of his lighter and a whiff of his smoke, and her muscles instantly eases. sometimes when she is looming in the rafters and her distress flares in the shadows, all it takes is to hear her father suck in a drag for her world to dwindle its jumbled spinning. ]
I dunno. [ she says in a mumble. ] — It's got to be hidden. Thieves and junks.
[There was comfort knowing that she was eating. Sometimes tinkering projects took her attention for hours upon hours, sometimes even spanning into days on end. She was better about it in Aldrip where they made a point of spending dinner times together, which was a routine that he enjoyed and even looked forward to. He knew she was angry with him or thoroughly distracted if she missed this planned time.
He crossed one leg over the other as he settled into watching her finish up the meal.]
As if you wouldn't boobytrap such a place to such an extent that you'd be finding would-be thieves scattered all over the place.
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Date: 2024-05-05 03:03 am (UTC)and would he be okay with her garnishing his entire desk, too? that could be going overboard, but when has her father ever stopped her from doing anything? shoveling her meal with her silverware and thrusting it in her mouth to chew, jinx's brows fly high at the mention of the last drop -- then holds back a snort over the idea. ]
The Last Drop? Here? [ his daughter smirks doubtfully at his direction while she reaches for her glass. ] Heh, c'mon, Dad. Like that place would just fall from the sky or whatever. — And I don't think Santa can carry an entire building in his bag, either.
[ she's not trying to crush his thought, so she tries again. ]
If you can pull it off, sure. It's gonna need a cleanup, though. Vi and Sevika reeeaally did a number on it. A lotta broken everything and magic-y blade slices.
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Date: 2024-05-05 06:56 pm (UTC)He would be accepting if she started small - items that he owned and used often - if she didn't feel like endeavouring to decorating more than that. He would like at least something of hers that she had made for him.
He lifted his glass to his lips to drink, raising his only eyebrow at her doubt. He had observed what people had managed to bring to this place. Mounts, items, and extremely large things. Why not their old business?] Are you so certain its impossible? This place is determined to keep us 'happy' and on track when it comes to crimes, so it is reasonable that with the right kind of request, we could have whatever we want as long as we put in the work.
[He growled in annoyance to think that the beacon of Zaun had been trashed. It made sense; Vi was stupid enough to make a direct attempt against him.]
I have no issues renovating for damages. You may convert the basement to a tinker space as well if you so choose.
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Date: 2024-05-11 07:36 pm (UTC)But a whole building? [ she asks and emphasizing that they are talking about a structure and not something that can be carried within their hands. ] — How in the heck are they going to whip that up? Go inside your mind and look for a memory of how the place looks?
[ at her theory, she pauses as if something just dawn on her. ]
Whoa, do you think that's what they do? Just jam in our brains to get what they need from us?
[ it would make sense, given they have control her and her abilities more than just one occasion. ]
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Date: 2024-05-13 01:49 am (UTC)If they can create an entire town, why not a whole building? This will be a good test on if there are limitations to what we can bring to make this place more like home.
[He snorted at her question about how it would come to be, and he shrugged his shoulders. He already expected that they somehow managed to use their minds, their habits and their location to determine what it was that they could be punished with. Knowing and preventing was different.]
It’s not a completely unrealistic theory. After all, the brute blew up city hall and within a month, we had a whole new city with expanded borders, features, and a new city hall. If this is prison, and they want us to buy in to it, it makes sense to try to make us comfortable so we emotionally invest and perhaps destroy it less.
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Date: 2024-05-20 03:43 am (UTC)and she wonders if her father would be disappointed over her true thoughts of it. he hadn't shown any regret regarding her so far, so why would he start now, right? well... if she ignores the whole quentin thing. ]
I... don't want too much of Runeterra here. [ she admits finally, her words moving slow pass her lips. ] — The more it's here, the more... things will go bad again. More Pilities and... people coming after me. And junk.
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Date: 2024-05-20 03:42 pm (UTC)While I can't control those who are from Runeterra already here, they don't seem interested in bringing Zaun or Piltover here. Both have been here longer than either of us. And aside from some items that may be useful, the Last Drop is my only interest from home.
[Because the Last Drop was as close to home as he was willing to bring. It also was a beacon of power from Zaun, a meeting place of community.]
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Date: 2024-05-22 04:03 am (UTC)it was vander's bar before silco took ownership, and vi was the one who was meant to take over once he had passed on. but... her sister was absent, no benzo either, and jinx was far too young to take care of the business. silco has the know all on how to make things successful — the flower shop and the restaurants are all thriving way more than they ever were.
so it made perfect sense for him to take control of all the work that no one else wanted to do. but if only her sister would see it that way. jinx holds her gaze at her father's plate of remaining leftovers, then up to him as if asking without words if she can have the rest if he's doing with his share. ]
Thing it'll come with all of our things in there too? The drinks, cups, stools, and stuff?
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Date: 2024-05-22 01:30 pm (UTC)He had no doubt that there would be some fight about it, if he were actually successful. Everyone had their chances, and if the sister wasn't willing to attempt the opportunity, she wasn't as brave as everyone made her out to be. Perhaps she didn't want to have to consider the hostile take-over that would occur if she did.]
That I don't know. We can hope, but it will require investigation if our keepers grant me the wish. We will know in time.
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Date: 2024-05-25 09:27 pm (UTC)[ it's a little unfair, but how would it get here, for starters? it was somewhere deep underground and constructed from aircraft pieces. a way to bring that into aldrip would mean digging some massive hole in the earth while, furthermore, be withdrawn from society. and if there's one thing she learned about the chosen here, is that they love to investigate and stick their noses where they don't belong.
trying to be slightly discreet, her gaze follow back to her father's half-eaten plate then to his face one more time — pulling her "puppy dog eyed" look and anticipates he will scoot his platter over her way to have. ]
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Date: 2024-05-26 12:26 am (UTC)[She was a teenage girl after all, and she needed a space to decorate and go bonkers in outside of that treehouse she kept. He expected she would tinker more now that he had taken over ownership of the forge where metal was more freely available. He was slowly turning his attention to the mines, thinking there could be more ore in there that could be utilized at the forge too.
Still, if the Last Drop could be here, he did wonder about her workshop. There wasn't anywhere like it, of course. It was something to ponder.
He noted her look and didn't put up a fight when it came to the rest of his meal, pushing the plate to her without complaint. He then leaned back in his chair and opened his cigar case to pull one out for a post-meal drag or two. He lit it and enjoyed the smoke in his lungs.]
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Date: 2024-05-26 01:45 am (UTC)I dunno. [ she says in a mumble. ] — It's got to be hidden. Thieves and junks.
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Date: 2024-05-26 02:48 am (UTC)He crossed one leg over the other as he settled into watching her finish up the meal.]
As if you wouldn't boobytrap such a place to such an extent that you'd be finding would-be thieves scattered all over the place.