Tilting Windmills (Open)

[Thomas Legrand II]

The flour baby project had gone off, and Thomas would freely admit he'd taken advantage of the situation to ensure that some work that hadn't necessarily related to any accidents got done. As a result, he'd been able to leave early. It was a Tuesday night, so he hadn't asked anyone to accompany him out to get a drink. He'd just...went. He didn't have a high tolerance for alcohol on the best days, and he'd had light dinner. It had gone right to his head after a few drinks, and the bartender, knowing him well and his tolerance levels, had politely lead him to the door and called him a cab.

The night should've ended there. Probably would've, if Thomas hadn't somehow missed the cab and then, because control over powers always lapsed after he'd had one too many drinks, slipped into the personality of Don Quixote. Eventually someone who knew the man would probably take him down and send him home, but in the meantime, Thomas had found a stick and was using it to spar with a streetlamp. He might've been calling it a dragon. He had a hubcap on his head and was holding it firmly on with one hand. He'd just went for a particularly hard blow to the dastardly streetlamp when the stick went flying around and out of his hands, landing behind him. He spun around and realized there was  a person there.

And then, all at once, Thomas Legrand came flooding back, with the usual headache that accompanied the loss of whatever literary personality had been thriving in his head.

"Ah, hello," he said. "Might I have my sword--stick--back?"

[Remle Boyd]

It seemed like she was always working. Maybe that's why she had picked up the phone this morning and called in sick. It helped that she was legitimately tired and fell back asleep for another several hours. She'd woken up close to three in the afternoon before eating, showering and taking care of some paperwork she had brought home to finish before her shift. Her program (usually) started at nine and ran until four in the morning, just in time for her to greet the morning crew staff and attend the early morning meeting.

She'd go home after trying to run what errands she could so early in the morning before retreating to her apartment and trying to sleep. She'd usually fail of course, sleep for a hour at most before she wrapped herself in shadows to compose her music. She was going through a jazz phase currently. It was nice to be off and having gotten so much sleep, it put her in a much better mood from the get go and as she wandered down the dark streets, hands in her pockets she couldn't help but shape the shadows around her as she passed. Birds took flight against a wall, gladiators fought lions on the streets and in front of her, someone was fighting a dragon. Well she turned the street lamps' shadow into a dragon once she figured out what was going on and debated the sanity of trying to intervine somehow.

She didn't need to though as the man's stick "sword" escaped and arched towards her. She caught it before it hit the ground and looked at it curiously before looking up again as he addressed her. He seemed sane enough even with the hubap on his head and she arched an eyebrow at him inquisitively. "I don't know, sword seems more accurate for this situation," she answered as she politely handed it back to him nonetheless. "You, ah...okay?" She wouldn't pry too much into his situation but as a concerned citizen she did have a responsiblity to make sure that this gentleman was well enough for her to potentially continue on her way. He was still wearing the hubcap after all.

[Thomas Legrand II]

Thomas couldn’t honestly remember the last time someone had caught him outright in one of his episodes. Sure, occasionally he ended up acting out in a bar or something, but not extensively. And if he did most of the bartenders knew how to shake him back into common sense and out of whatever fantasy he was living in at the moment. It wasn’t that hard to do. He wasn’t exactly young and without a decent control of his powers, and he wasn’t old enough where the lines of his personality were blurring that significantly. Still, it was fairly mortifying to lose it in front of a young woman who probably shouldn’t have been out this late. Although she was sober. An improvement on him and, knowing how things usually went, most of the student body. Still, he felt his cheeks flush, and he grabbed the hubcap from off his head and pressed it against his chest—still an archaic gesture. It wasn’t so hard to slip out of it these days.

“Well…it did resemble one at the time. My apologies, fair—uh. Nevermind.” That was bad. There were always lingering features that came after the initial mimicry of the personality. One of these was the hubcap still pinned to his chest in an odd gesture of support. In this other case, it was the inclination to call all women ‘my fair’ whatever. Not a good trait in the 21st century, nope.

He waved a hand dismissively. “I am fine. I had a little too much to drink.” That was an understatement. “Uh, what time is it tonight? Late, I’m supposing?”

((I am so, so sorry this is so late.))

[Remle Boyd]

Remle checked her watch and frowned. "Not very late, just after 1 AM," she informed him. She checked him over once more and even though her curiosity was killing her she was prepared to leave him be and get on with her business. Then she remembered he had been fighting an imaginary dragon and had called her "fair" before correcting himself. Her mother would kill her if she didn't at least offer to help. Her mother would tolerate her intense need for privacy and general disinterest in others as an offshoot of that but not helping someone in need was right out. "Do you uh...need me to call someone for you? I can help you home maybe if you think you can't make it yourself?" she offered as she took her phone from her back pocket and wiggled it at him.

"There's a bar just up the road I could accompany you to if that also suits you?" she added when she remembered that there WAS a drinking establishment up ahead and would be more than happy to take him off her hands to so speak by plying him with more alcohol and then he was the bar's responsibility and she would be free to go. "I'm Remle by the way," she said by way of introduction thinking it was a practical move. She didn't really want to be called "fair" again; even she had limits this early in the morning.

No worries ^^! I figured you were busy with finals/life/whatnot <3