betenoir: (Heartbreak)
ℜ𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔦𝔯 𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔯𝔢 ([personal profile] betenoir) wrote in [community profile] etrayalogs2025-08-26 02:13 pm

l’aimer toujours

WHO: Renoir & OTA
WHEN: August & September
WHERE: Etraya
WHAT: Shenanigans
WARNINGS: Spoilers (Marked)





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Spoilers include the end of act II and involve act III


thisisontherecord: (listen | watching their children)

[personal profile] thisisontherecord 2025-08-26 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
( Two weeks, and Lois has been cataloging the city's disparate parts. There's a certain restlessness she hadn't expected when pulled first to San Francisco, where the city lived and breathed and moved like a city, then to Etraya, which fills itself with hollow spaces and softly whirring robotic joints. Or the trolley, which has ceased its fast track to the island of snakes and the fast-food joint nestled between them.

Lois doesn't know how to sit idle. She's been reading back through the message board, building her own understanding of what's been documented there, but it's not complete, and she's not done. She needs to be out and moving in-between spending time with Clark and Jon, and everyone else she's building connections with as contacts or allies or whatever they need to be in the context of Etraya's conceit.

This church feels as abandoned as a number of other buildings, only quieter with it: floral scents drifting out along with a voice when she's close enough to hear. Lois follows the trail of both, quirking her eyebrows when she sees the source and his companion bot entourage. Is he hosting a painting class with the bots? She watches from beyond the flowers, one hand hooked in her front pocket of her slacks: she may be stranded away from her closet at home, but Roxx has been generous when she's picked through for clothing along the lines of her preferred business-casual-and-comfortable style.
)

Would you say the companion bots make for dedicated students?
thisisontherecord: (glance | a change)

[personal profile] thisisontherecord 2025-08-26 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
( He indicates for silence, and she takes that time to study his actions first, the mien of a dedicated artist, before she likewise studies the reactions and responses of the companion bots gathered around. A couple with the crowns of brushes are particularly interesting. Lois wonders if it's meant to reference anything, or if it's like the scarves she's seen on various companion bots, little markers of individuality.

The question about discipline and children hits just off to what it would have three weeks ago. Back before she'd met her alternate universe future son, which is a series of revelations that don't strictly apply to her, while likewise defining how she's approaching aspects of being in Etraya.

(She's never been a mother. Now, she is, while she isn't.)
)

Tends to depend on the parent. You have to value art and the experience of learning to realize you need to step back. Let them create first.
rudelanguage: (pic#17713237)

[personal profile] rudelanguage 2025-08-27 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
[surely there are stranger things to sketch, but Antigone is far from mundane, either.

the little creature has slunk through some hedges like a wary thief, but all that grace and care seems to drain out of the body like she were a sieve. for a few moments, it's like she's standing idle on purpose, eyes cloudy and unfocused before some dish-clinking around the cafe makes an ear flick and sense seem to come back.

she darts her gaze around before double-taking, catching the man's eyes on her, and slowly, fur starts to bristle on her tail as a cat's would. fingers flex and clench, and she watches like a hunted thing, as though expecting some form of assault.

May as well. Fuck it. Get it over with. Grizzled fuck.]
thisisontherecord: (contemplate | make it out alive)

[personal profile] thisisontherecord 2025-08-27 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
( Lois smiles, shaking her head a touch. It's not like she has legs to stand on: she's not a very patient person within the context of her workplace, and yet endlessly patient when tracking down information. What is it to offer structure for a kid? She's not sure, but it's what she and Clark have been trying to do in their own way. Just... (

Diligence, yes. Desire, yes. Discipline is something they can discover for themselves in the process, or not. Trying to enforce that as a concept can lead to some interesting rebellious phases.

( Her own punk rock phase being part of that, against the discipline of her father. At the same time, she was incredibly dedicated to her work. How much influence teachers have over their students feels like it might be at times greater than parents, in that when a teacher of anything that inspired a student had a guiding hand in that direction, discipline could become something different than the structure of parental guidelines.

Again, she reflects, this is why she's not ready, but it's not like it's a choice. Turn away? She can't. Even if it were just her here, as she's sure at this point would be the same for Clark, and Clark can at least help Jon get a handle on his burgeoning powers.
)

The companion bots have been showing indications of all three?
rudelanguage: (pic#17730078)

[personal profile] rudelanguage 2025-08-27 10:34 am (UTC)(link)
[there's a beat of blank-faced nothing before Antigone's eyes refocus and actually start to comprehend what's being shown; admittedly, first thought was it was going to be words, more things she can't understand. but that's not the cases.

connecting the loose gesture and blocking of shape and patterns takes a few seconds more before her ears flatten.]


What for?

[her voice is a little hoarse, throat dry; too much running and hiding, not enough hydrating.]
godsandbats: Icon made by <user name=pyrophoric> ([B] Dull and nightmare size)

CW: Brief mention of animal blood

[personal profile] godsandbats 2025-08-27 12:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[The last mission took a toll on Kirk and since returning to Etraya, he’s mostly holed himself up in the Tower of Justice. So far, the few times he’s come out have always been after sundown. He doesn’t want to deal with humans if he can help it. Just do a short hunt for deer blood or a quick supplies run and that’s it.

It’s almost midnight when Kirk lands nears the cafe after succeeding in another deer hunt. Unlike Hernan, Kirk’s stamina for flight isn’t as abundant and he needs short rest stops more often. He had already wiped off the animal’s blood around his mouth and chin but some still remains on his Batman suit, namely on the normally white chest area.

He softly sighs. Another night, another meal to keep the beast at bay.

He then turns his head to the cafe. His melancholy had briefly distracted his enhanced senses and he finally realizes a person nearby]
rudelanguage: (pic#17713223)

[personal profile] rudelanguage 2025-08-27 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[there's probably a good conversation to be had between an artist and a changeling - people who can create in different ways on different canvasses - but Knife's focus is far from philosophical. it's just survival. and, hell, strung out as they are, they can't even be catty to correct any possible visual errors - it's not like they looked at themself lately to be sure they got the hues or fingers right!

Antigone's brow knits while trying to process this - it's a little harder than it should be in the moment. one of the cafe bots moving about draws her focus briefly, makes her bristle and back up a little, before she gawks back at the artist.]


N-not, nothing here for exploring. Okay? I'm not--not doing anything. [as if being perceived at all was subject to offense here.]
rudelanguage: (pic#17713238)

[personal profile] rudelanguage 2025-08-27 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Should it matter? fuck if Knife knows. what do they know! who cares!

Antigone grimaces in response to the thoughts, but it may as well be disdain for such an even-handed reply from a stranger who is quite truly just minding his own business. like this is all normal and worth not minding at all.]


If it's what Aurora tells you you should be doing, then maybe don't.
rudelanguage: (pic#17730078)

im good!! ty for checkin c:<

[personal profile] rudelanguage 2025-08-27 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Her word's just air. [it's more comfortable to scoff and grouse than it is to stand on business, braced for retaliation for some slight. it's, perhaps, justified to some to do so - she just...doesn't know who out here will be ready to jump her about it.

Knife's mostly sure they can outpace an old man with a sketchpad, but they've been duped before.]


Just like anyone else's words. Doesn't mean anything unless there's meat behind it. Only meat we get is nonsense and no-home, so!
rudelanguage: (pic#17730072)

[personal profile] rudelanguage 2025-08-27 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Holy shit.

someone actually talking sense rather than insisting Knife play ball and make adjustments to suit. it happens so sporadically that Knife seems to be surprised every time.

needless to say: the little critter's ears are perked.]


N-no good escape routes, either. Yeah. Yeah. I get it. [You get it!] And! And all we went through? Just, just then? What'd we get out of that, huh?

[you know. besides the horror of having one's mind twisted and then having to do a murder about it. but maybe that was just Knife.]
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[personal profile] sonofzod 2025-08-28 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ The mission leaves Hernan feeling ambivalent. Though it did wonders to reaffirm is loyalty to Kirk - on that point, there's never any doubt. But everything else has left him shaken in a way he's not used to. He's sure of himself, confident in who he is and how he fits into the world.

But with Clark's arrival and Superman2 taking up space in the list of usernames on the network, Hernan's also been forced to confront the idea that he is the aberration. He'd seen the divergence point before: Jor-El losing his hand before Clark could be conceived. But the questions linger: What if Zod had been a few seconds late? What if Zod's shot missed? What kind of man would he be right now?

He hates that these things linger like a bad cloud without a moment's respite from them. He hates that it eats away at him like that lion had. Speaking of--

Hernan spots Renoir drawing from where he is in the sky and decides to replace one problem with another. He descends silently, lands gently and sits down without asking permission. ]


Who is that? [ He points to the notebook. ]
godsandbats: Icon made by <user name=pyrophoric> (With basilisk eyes)

[personal profile] godsandbats 2025-08-28 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Kirk keeps his distance as to not spook the older gentleman]

My apologies. I was surprised to see someone out this late.

[Most of the Etraya's population aren't night owls as far as Kirk's aware of]
herofhopeless: (what a cutie)

[personal profile] herofhopeless 2025-08-28 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Clive has been sitting at the cafe for a bit. He had stopped to get something to eat and get himself a coffee. The weather was wonderful, so he opted to sit outside and let the gentle sounds of nature wash over him. If Etraya was anything in times like these, it was peaceful.

He sits there, food finished, hands curled around his coffee mug, and watches the world around him in comfortable silence. Though he does have a niggling feeling he is being watched. He tries to ignore it. If something tries to attack him here, he is sure he can at least start to handle it. Decades of training beat his desire to stay still and he turns just in time to make eye contact with Renoir.

Clive blinks. Is Renoir... drawing him?

He raises a hand in a small wave before putting it back around his cup, exactly as it was before.]


Do you want me to stay still?

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