The City rp - Permissions & Inbox
PERMISSIONS
INBOX
Robert (Hob) Gadling
NAME
Sandman (tv)
CANON
Appears 35 (actually 600+)
AGE
M
GENDER
Human (immortal)
SPECIES
5'9"
HEIGHT
Fit
BUILD
LINK
WIKI
ABOUT THE CHARACTER
OOC PERMISSIONS
Backtagging: Yes
Threadjacking: Yes
Fourthwalling: Yes? Would anyone know him?
Off-limits: NA
Shipping: Yes
Tagging style: Any
Misc: NA
IC PERMISSIONS
Hugging: Yes
Kissing: Yes
Flirting: Yes
Romance: Yes
Sex: Yes
Fighting: Yes
Injury: Yes; with permission
Death: With prior plotting
Physical manipulation: Yes; with permission
Mental manipulation: Yes; with permission
Application here.
OOC PERMISSIONS
IC PERMISSIONS
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USERNAME: 100more
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text; un: louis
I was wondering whether you've given any more thought to the graveyard. I can't seem to get it off my mind.
text; un: Hob
Are you looking for a shovel? I've got two.
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Thank you.
( And as promised, Louis is waiting for Hob in the cemetery, standing with his shoulders leaned back against the trunk of a large tree. He's holding a paper cup of coffee in both hands, and an identical cup sits atop a headstone, also waiting for Hob. Perhaps a hot drink isn't quite as useful as a shovel, but considering the hour, he thinks it might be appreciated nevertheless. )
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Hello, Louis. Good to see you again.
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( Louis offers a polite nod, his face momentarily softening into something that's almost but not quite a smile. He pushes off the tree and takes the second cup from its place atop the headstone, offering it with a brief glance toward the shovels. )
I'll trade you. One for one.
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An excellent deal.
( He happily passes over a shovel so he can take the coffee in hand and immediately enjoys a sip. The handle of his shovel points in the direction of the headstone. )
So, I guess this one is our lucky volunteer?
apologies, i never got this notif!
it's alright!
text; un: Constantine; start of August
[ No other preamble, sorry.
It's not that Johanna's worried. Dream of the Endless can presumably take care of himself, and he doesn't exactly seem sociable at the best of times. It's just that -- people seem to be disappearing. Maybe it's a good thing, maybe it's bad.
Maybe it's nothing, though. Maybe Hob knows where the moody bastard has gotten off to, since they're friends. ]
His network thing's not working.
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[Hob doesn't require small talk, so he's fine with her getting to the point. Especially if it's a worrisome situation.]
Not working? That can't be.
[He hasn't heard of that particular issue happening before.]
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You can try for yourself
Unless he fucking turned it off somehow accidentally
[ Maybe the Endless are like everyone's grans and don't understand technology. ]
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[Dream sort of does what he wants, whether it's convenient or not, right?]
Maybe he's... gone? Like some of the others. Perhaps he escaped.
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yeah I wondered about that, too.
[ And if he escaped, without a word? ]
that might be the best case scenario
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I guess we'll have to get along without him.
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[ Christ. She can feel herself fuming, knows it's stupid, can't stop herself. ]
fuck this I need a drink. I've got most of a bottle of whiskey saved up if you want to join me
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text; un: Constantine; Nov. 29
Hi.
I'm sorry if I scared you. And I'm sorry for telling you to piss off.
How are you doing?
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If? You did. I thought that was obvious.
[ Try typing less grumpy, Hob. ]
I'm on the mend. Thanks. And you?
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The wolf never even touched me. I found it after it unzipped another guy. I kept him from bleeding out until Daan could get there, but healing isn't my area and it's so hard to do magic here that it knocked me flat for a day. But I am fine.
[ Lack of contractions. A very cool typing style and not hurt-seeming at all. ]
It seems like everyone made it out alive.
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[ Next time? Who's to say? ]
I'm glad you're not hurt.
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I hope you remain on the mend after the soup
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{ christmas morning/noon-ish
Next to it is another pastry box holding strawberry lemonade macarons, a second 'card reading voucher', and a small note labeled for Loki, suggesting Hob is meant to deliver it. The note for 'Mr. Gadling' says, ] [ The note for Loki is a bit more succinct, ]
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