anaxagoras

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holds anaxa's gun out, gimme the meme and no one gets hurt

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w1, tuesday

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[ hey man. what are we even doing in the morgue? Ludger was definitely not staring down a cupful on pens on the teacher's desk, cat ears perked up. ]

Oh, hey, Anaxagoras. Going to try some tests in here too?

[ he is still staring at the cup... ]

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[ Anaxagoras is simply in here to scope out the surroundings...for now.

Nothing more, nothing else. But, how much so? Well... ]

...I'm merely taking the opportunity to look around in the immediate environment, than do much with it at this point in time.

[ Also, right now, he so happens to have two dromas horns sat atop his head - which means that they are bright white, and have a draconic appearance. ]

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... What do you think? It's a little... ominous.

[ he sure doesn't like that it is definitely some sort of school room! nope! ]

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...I think so as well.

[ Anaxagoras believes that it should really not have been converted from apparently a classroom to this? At least that's what it appears to him...it is far too strange, all things considered. ]

There are dire implications if this room needed to be changed to a morgue. It could have something to do with what was spoken upon in the chapel by those phantoms.

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You mean that disease they were talking about.

[ hmmmmm ]

If this room was changed because of that, then why did they pick somewhere so close to where they gather to eat? Was there not enough room anywhere else?

[ or was it for another reason...? ]

week 2, tuesday

[anaxagoreia]

[ Anaxagoras strides into the kitchen, resisting the urge to wrinkle his nose. Who to thought the elements still persisted in an irritating way?

Somehow he isn't surprised. Whatever the case he is here for a warm meal, and as such, notices someone else.

What is Ludger up to? ]

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[ Ludger is busy at work, flour scattered across a counter as he carefully folds a square of dough over and flattens it! there are a few bowls around him, filled with jams and fillings in a few flavors.

Anaxagoras's entrance stirs up whatever ghostly presence is haunting them all this week, prompting a shiver and a glance up. ]

Anaxagoras, hey.

[ he sounds a little subdued ]

Hungry? I think there's still some soup in the fridge.

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[ Anaxagoras is watching all of this as Ludger is at work, then! The ghostly presence is an aggravation on top of everything that sums up the entirety of this week.

But, that is no surprise; as for him he'll scowl, looking around, before nodding at the other. Maybe first in greeting. ]

...I'll take some. Having something from the mysterious hands in the kitchen isn't bound to be wise. [ ... ] What did you make?

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[ with Anaxagoras agreeing to some soup, Ludger will fold the dough one more time before covering it, letting it rest. grabbing a towel, he'll wipe his hands as he heads over to the refrigerator, sleeves riding up a bit to flash some cute little bandaids in the crook of his elbows. ]

They're going to be danishes with either fruit fillings or something more savory. Maybe tomatoes or peppers.

[ it isn't until he's hauling the almost full pot of "leftover" soup out that he realizes Anaxa might have meant something a little different. ]

... Oh, the soup is chicken noodle. It felt appropriate given the weather.

w2, saturday post trial

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[ for once, Ludger is out of the kitchen, walking slowly along the path towards the sitting room. perhaps he too required walkies.

when he catches sight of Anaxa, he'll lift a hand in greeting. ]

Hey, Anaxa.

[ yeah, he heard that nickname at the trial. what're you gonna do about it? ]

[anaxagoreia]

Ludger.

[ Anaxagoras says his name, in greeting, and then allows a small huff to escape him when he makes a belated realization. ]

...It is Anaxagoras. Tsk, now that someone spoke my name like that people will perhaps presume I prefer to be addressed that way...

[ He allows even a short sight to escape him at this. But, after everything that happened, some levity is needed. ]

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Oh? My bad, I'll make sure to call you Great Sage Anaxagoras, wisest beneath the heavens-

[ they do need levity! that's why he's going to keep adding titles until Anaxa makes him stop ]

[anaxagoreia]

[ Anaxagoras gives him a little look and raises a hand to his head, shaking it...he will make him stop right now!! ]

Not this again.

Do realize what you're saying? Simply Anaxagoras will do.

w3, thursday

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Anaxagoras, did you post the medical records in the cafeteria?

[ knock knock, etc etc, he is losing his mind over this. where did the records come from???? ]

[anaxagoreia]

[ Opening his door and tilting his head at this because that sure is a question... ]

No. [ ... ] But bear in mind that I doubt you'll get a straight answer from anyone too soon regarding those.

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... Why do you say that?

[ what, you mean people would just LIE to him??? ]

[anaxagoreia]

[ It's a cruel world, Ludger..... ]

Typically, if someone has gone to the trouble of posting information in such a manner, they don't want to be found.

At least, not yet.

week 4, monday

[anaxagoreia]

[ What a day.

It seems that Anaxagoras seems to consistently see Ludger when he happens to be in the kitchen - though this isn't all the time, only a lot of it! Seeing him fight for his life against the soot sprites, he raises a brow. ]

...What's going on here?

[ Maybe he can help. He also feels a little off, but he does not know in what way (sensory issues pending) ]

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[ Ludger looks up at the question, distress radiating from his every pore. ]

These things track so much dust everywhere! The kitchen's going to be filthy!

[ he swats at a few with a broom and swings wide. what a great start to the week! ]

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[ What a great start.

You know what else is, though? ]

...What did you just say?

[ Someone suddenly being deaf. But, he can tell that he is at least agitated. Anaxagoras will frown, hitting at one ear, yet it does not fix itself. ]

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[ well he certainly notices Anaxa slapping the side of his head. he can't imagine why though! maybe there's water in his ear?

"helpfully," Ludger will increase his volume. ]

I said these things are going to get dirt in the food!

w1, tuesday

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[ one day... someday... soon tuesday... a wish slip blows across Anaxa's path. it reads: ]

I wish I could teach Elle to like tomatoes.

[ wonder who this could be from? surely not one of the two people that always includes at least some tomato in every meal they eat. ]

[anaxagoreia]

[ Anaxagoras looks to see this wish, squinting at it. Elle?

Fortunately, these also have some kind of identifier as to the 'who' as well.

...

Where is Ludger now?

And speaking of which, wherever he is, he may see a wish slip blow along his path, which reads:

I wish for there to be someone who can paint a thousand Dromas so I can add it to a budding art collection.

Like Ludger's, it will have Anaxa's name attached courtesy of this place's nonsense. Yay. ]

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[ Ludger has escaped the bowels of the kitchen! and wish research (for now)! which means he's lingering on the path near the Central Area, looking at the wishing tree from a distance, turning the slip that blew at him over and over in his hands. ]

... You know, it's almost pretty, if you ignore the whole atmosphere that's going on.

[anaxagoreia]

[ A long time ago, Anaxagoras used to watch the sky when he was young. A fondness that remains instilled within him, even though their situation trended towards a matter of...well, great difficulty.

Nostalgia is a hard sentiment to shake nonetheless. ]

If only, hm?

I used to gaze up at the sky at night and treasure what I would see when the stars illuminated it all above. Even when knowing that it wasn't necessarily 'true' what I witnessed, just the same.

It is ironic that here in some manner it ends up similar...though, I suppose it's different now, with us able to see a bit further.