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[Good morning Havenwell! A chipper little guy (a Pokemon or something?!) is waving into the camera some time a bit before lunch on this fine Lasra day.]

Hello to my fellow Havenwell citizens~! It's me, Magolor. You may have heard of me already! The natives of our beautiful city called me your emissary, and I take their words very seriously! When I feel like it.

[Smile.]

Hehehe, just kidding! I'll get to the point now that I've introduced myself. I really do care about closing the culture and knowledge gap between us offworlders and the natives. Since we're going to be living here for a while and they owe us so much, it's only right that everyone's as comfortable, happy, and informed as possible. That's my job!

I'm going to pay the council another visit soon, so all I'm asking of you is that you chip in with anything you'd like me to either pass along or investigate. What do you really wish the natives knew about taking better care of us? What do you reeeeally wish we knew about whatever's going on here? Pass it along to me, and I'll pass it along to them and get the conversation started! Last time they listened to our requests and put some real work into fixing up the food replicators, but by now I think we've all got some more important concerns to pass along, huh?

Anyhoo, you can respond to this message if you have any input. Or, if you'd rather things be off the record and a little more personal, I encourage you to come meet me today at Petals & Pages! I'll be there waiting for anyone who wants to chat. The couches are super comfy! Major shout-out to Vianca, the second-tiniest entrepreneur!

[He's the tiniest, duh. Not counting Vianca's plant self. He's being a good boy and not mentioning that about her!]

Laaaast thing: I'm going to see if I can't get another look at those archives we were all working in a few months back, so let me know if there's anything you'd like me to keep an eye out for when I do. Even I can't read an entire library at once. All right, I've blabbed enough! Come drop by for a chat! Or embrace cold technology and reply to me here. ♥ Bye byeee~.

(( There is no log post to go with this network post; instead, have a mingle toplevel! Feel free to reply here or there as you and your character prefer \o/ ))

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[Oh no. Magolor watches him with some barely concealed amusement, thinking not for the first time about what a pain it seems to be to take up a lot of room. Once upon a time, he had wished he were much larger himself . . . sometimes he still does. But seeing this happen always injects some reality into that fantasy. At last he gets up from his seat, tucking away his notebook and tablet into the little bag that hangs at his side.]

Sorry, sorry~. I could have met you outside! Unless you want to take a look around in here?

[ reyson scowls, not wanting to show weakness but also. book stores weren't really made for people with wings in mind. he wars between these two impulses before giving in. he doesn't want to wreck the store in the name of pride. ]

Outside might be best.

Too bad, no cuddling on the comfy couches for us~.

[The plan had always been to take a walk, so this is nothing but teasing; he scoots outside without any real complaint at all, waving Reyson along. . . . But in a different world, he would have been pretty good with couchcuddles, too. He hasn't gotten nearly as many of those today as he was hoping for.]

Then they should put their couches outside!

[ wings bristling, reyson stomps to the exit. ]

[Too adorable . . . his prickliness is very cute, okay. Magolor meets him there once he clears the doorway and latches onto his arm, which is kind of like the handholding he promised, but More.]

Maybe what you need is some kind of snuggle picnic in the gardens? That sounds like a fun and profitable summertime activity.

[ reyson isn't fooled. still he sees no reason not to indulge, especially since he came to meet magolor. ]

What does a snuggle picnic entail?

I thought it was pretty self-explanatory. You sit under the trees on a blanket, you eat, and you cuddle up while you're doing it! I see no downside. —Where to?

[He waves his free hand once they're back on the main street. Are they going to patrol the perimeter, or give up on that pretense?]

[ reyson mulls this over. ]

The greenhouse would serve, I think. Unless you have a better spot in mind.

I don't! I'm at your disposal. ♥ And I'm just glad to get out of the bookshop for a bit, since I think I was beginning to become one with the couch. I wasn't sure if you were going to take me on a patrol . . . not that I think I'd be the best choice for that. It's not my strong suit.

[However, he would be better at dealing with anything that came up than Reyson himself would. He just won't say that out loud. They both know it.]

[ he smiles faintly. reyson is proud and clings to that pride, but he's not foolish about it. ]

I would not mind a patrol around the area. We should be diligent.

I shouldn't have mentioned it!

[That said, he's smiling as he "complains," and there's not much actual complaint in his tone either.]

Work first and then play, huh? I guuuuuess. I'll come with you.

I'm honoured.

[ and his wings flutter in response. ]

What have you been doing lately? Besides this?

Oh, I've been keeping pretty busy with my own work, for as much as I'm complaining about it. Between gathering information, dealing with the natives to get into the archives, doing my part to save the world by holding hands . . .

[He trails off. His tone is cheerful, as if he's just waving away the rest of that sentence to sound impressively busy, but . . .

The truth is that he's not asked this question often, and now that he's actually thinking of it, he has a distressing lack of hobbies on this planet. He may be putting in the work he ticked off just now and anything else that the city throws their way in terms of public events, but Magolor is a person used to being either extremely busy or "not quite busy enough and kinda depressed inbetween." And he hadn't realized until now that he was beginning to slip into the latter.

Oh no.]

Er, you know. All that.

[ hmm. reyson eyes him thoughtfully, giving him a long look. ]

Is it truly keeping you busy or do you feel you're missing something?

[Ergh, no! Called out! He'd been a little obvious there. It's hard to look Reyson in the eyes right now, but after a beat, he squints up at him with a smile that is maybe not entirely convincing, especially to an empath.]

Whaaaat, are you worried about me?

[Way to not answer the question.]

Yes. Which is why I asked.

[ he's not shy about admitting that. ]

What's wrong?

[That should be such a simple question, but the truth is, even if Magolor were inclined to give perfectly honest answers to these inquiries . . . it's not. He's not sure himself what's wrong at this point. Objectively, nothing: things have been quieter and less traumatic around these parts these past few months, he's making decent progress on things like getting information and being recognized and respected, and he's doing just fine making a ton of Dora while spending as little as possible. His roommate is gone, sure, but that's just . . . a thing he isn't thinking about, and he thinks that's probably all right. Why would he care enough about that to feel this way? If anything, it's a piece of the puzzle at most. But that thought only invites the question of what all the other pieces are, and he hates not knowing, more than he hates the feeling itself.

He holds onto Reyson's arm, but he looks away and drops his veil of perkiness, grumbling.]

. . . You don't need to go so far as to worry about me or anything. I'm obviously doing pretty well for myself here.

[ reyson pauses, a stutter in his step. it is true. and yet — ]

There is nothing obvious about it for me. And I must ask. I must go that far. I rather take that opportunity than to miss it forever.

Geez.

[His ears flatten, and he makes a face. But an empath who can tell he's beginning to slip into depression can probably also tell that he isn't actually displeased: he's touched, and awkward, and very embarrassed. It's not often that Magolor has to handle someone genuinely caring about his personal wellbeing. And it turns out he doesn't quite know how to do so honestly. Reyson is so earnest . . . what do you even do with that?

But he doesn't let go.]

Fine. I guess you could say I'm bored, or something like that. Restless . . . I dunno.

[ reyson slowly nods at that, relieved to hear something. he doesn't want to leave moments like this to chance. or dismiss them. reyson's life is a pocket of happiness here and there and some things can be easily burst. ]

It is strange to be in a place without conflict. Without risk.

[Is that it? Maybe it is, or at least some of it. Magolor doesn't quite know what the problem is himself. But he does know himself relatively well, despite his occasional blind spots, and he knows he's a risk taker. He sets his sights big. And here . . . where exactly are things going, anyway? Where are those sights set?

He hums it over.]

As far as that goes, something's coming. I really think something's coming! I've been hearing murmurs here and there of things under the surface. But something's not right about even that. Maybe it's just that butting into the tragic backstories of my captors out of boredom isn't my style, and digging up anything is slow and hard work.

What is your style?

You've never said much of what you did before coming here.

Haven't I? Well, I do love talking about myself!

[Kind of. He likes some talking about himself, in controlled circumstances, but boy does he love it in those. He can do his best to make this one of them.]

I've done a lot of this and that. I'm a traveler, so I sail the sea of stars wherever I decide to go, and what I do depends on where I am! Most recently I even went on a heroic adventure. I wouldn't say that's my inclination, though. Before that I was a humble shopkeeper, and before that I was in the entertainment business.

[And before that—well, he goes no further back than that.

But his mood lifts a little at the conversation.]

[ reyson absorbs that thoughtfully. ]

Were you searching for something in particular?

Mmm, not really. I just wanted to see what was out there! I get restless easily. Before that, I hadn't spent too much time off my home planet, so I was dying to get a look at the universe. You would be too if you grew up where I did.

[He titters and waves his hand. Halcandra isn't the prettiest planet in the universe, that's for sure. The thought of Reyson there is actually pretty depressing.]

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