Open | You think you're safe without a care...

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Who: Jaskier rollstoseduce
What: New arrival tries to understand the city and tries to rescue a kitty
When: Last week of June
Where: Central city
Notes: Using this log to move Jaskier's arrival TDM prompts and organize closed threads. If you want to plot anything more specific, feel free to hit my intro comment!

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Closed | Childe's heroic aquatic rescue

[rollstoseduce]

[One second he's getting drunk in one of the many freezing rooms at Kaer Morhen, the next one he's blinking underwater, and somehow his hat and lute are back. As always, Jaskier has only the most important priorities in mind, so he hugs the lute close to his chest as if not believing it's really there.

He would stay like that if it wasn't for the little problem with, you know... breathing.

There's a bubble already coming from him, but Jaskier still thinks he's in his world and this is a sorcerer attacking the witcher keep again, so he panics. This results in him doing lots of flailing, because no matter how much he loves the coast, he isn't used to swimming this deep in the ocean. There's also the whole "I may've drunk a little too much" problem, oops.

When a bright red head swims nearby, he decides it can't be a sorcerer because they haven't come from his balls, so Jaskier shakes his arms and asks for help. "Asking" meaning "opening his mouth to yell and swallowing a bunch of seawater instead". So excuse him while he uses his last air to cough his lungs out...]

[whetter]

[ Childe is familiar with the ocean. he grew up at its shores, fished in its waters, and then finally, delved into the depths of what was beyond it. drowning never scared him, but when he became Tartaglia, few things did.

the water hits him like a slap to the face, dragging him down and leaving him with nothing, not even the glimmering surface. he's far, far down, he realizes, a few bubbles coming out of his mouth so he evaluate which way is up, and which way is down. he's not sure what happened, but he can fathom a couple guesses (and one is the Abyss, but that's a thought reserved for later).

he thinks he's alone, until he sees the flailing and trying(?) to speak at him. well, he can't just let someone drown. he makes a motion for Jaskier to close his mouth, much like you'd make to a younger sibling, then points up, which is the way that the bubbles are heading. there's a tilt of his head to follow him, but he has to wonder if this guy can swim. he is, if anything, surprisingly calm. ]

[rollstoseduce]

[In any other context, Jaskier would loathe that gesture, since usually it means "shut the hell up". But now? Yeah, the reminder is appreciated. Between the panic and the tipsiness, he isn't exactly thinking straight (does he ever, though).

Jaskier has never swum this deeply in the ocean, not to mention the weight of his clothes and instrument, so his movements are kinda clumsy. But he does manage to move at the very least, and he concentrates on following Red to find a way out of here while his mind goes through all the possible explanations behind this mess (and not getting close even once).

This gives his assigned bubble time to catch up, quickly surrounding Jaskier and giving him the chance to gasp. Hooray, breathing! That means he can speak as well so--]

WHAT THE FUCKETY FUCKING FUCK!

[Time to flail again as he keeps poking and pushing the bubble. The air is appreciated, how is he supposed to swim in this?]

[whetter]

[ Childe makes the assumption that Jaskier is following when he starts his broad strokes to the surface. the elements are something that he's not unused to, but if he were going to do something death-defying, he'd rather it be with a weapon in his hand.

this is some kind of test – a challenge, maybe – and he decides that he'll rise to it, whatever it is. while grandiose thoughts of pushing himself to the limits overtake his mind, a convenient bubble lazily captures him and rolls him into it like a cradle.

the harbinger sighs, feeling a little put out from being squished and rocked in what feels like a cradle. ]

You don't want to die in the water, do you? I heard drowning isn't the best way to go.

[ while Jaskier pokes and prods and yells, the tone is a little muffled, but he gets the gist of it. ]

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How observant of you, [He sarcastically replies as blue eyes glare at Childe.] How dare anyone not enjoy the feeling of being dragged away from their beds only to be dropped in the middle of the bloody ocean together with fucking objects from the past that may as well be haunted as far as I know--!

[It seems the bubble is doing a wonderful job at providing air because Jaskier won't stop ranting. To be fair, though, Childe's words do have the intended effect: now that Jaskier has been pushed into a ball of offended fury, he's determined to demonstrate he's better than what Red implied, so he begins swimming with as much energy as he still possesses. It's not bad at all for a man his age, honestly, the alcohol is probably holding him back a bit.

When he finally runs out of things to criticize, he stares at Childe with his brow furrowed for a second before finally asking.]

Do you have any idea of what is this all about?

[Or are you judging like an arse, his tone implies.]