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[absurdities]

it started out quietly, and then, quite suddenly, you're caught in a storm. Time to find cover. Nothing much to do but to wait it out.Scenarios listed below for those who want 'em.

i WHERE:
001 PLAYGROUND - Well, you can try to hide under the slide or maybe in the jungle gym... at least you're some place fun?
002 PARK - Always happens, caught outside trying to take advantage of the weather... and it ends up pulling a fast one on you.
003 STORE FRONT - Better hope they have an awning you can take advantage of 
004 THE BEACH - Not exactly the best place to be during a rainstorm, however it is possible to get caught in a sudden storm
005 WILD CARD - Anyway you want it


ii HOW:
001 TREE - Not the best cover, but it'll have to do, stay close to the roots and you won't get too wet.
002 UMBRELLA - Most conventional... Kinda boring. But it works.
003 NEWSPAPER - Not permanent, but it'll have to do. Good luck
004 BAG - Well... y'gotta do what you gotta do.
005 NONE - You know what. You're a rebel. You don't need cover. Screw convention
006 WILD CARD - that's the way you need it


iii WHY:
001 REJECTED - Welp. Rejection sucks. And no one will see you crying in the rain.
002 WAITING - For the bus? For someone else? For some revelation? What are you waiting for.
003 MELANCHOLY - Sometimes the best place to feel a bit down is out in the rain.
004 HAPPINESS - Is everything going your way? Are you singing a refrain while walking down the lane? Just singin. Singin' in the rain.
005 ANGER - WELL YOU KNOW WHAT. SCREW YOU TOO RAIN.
006 WILD CARD - Anyway you want it.



>> POST with your character 
>> TAG others, use RNG if you need to, or just make up your own scenario if you want!
>> HAVE FUN.

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Because we needed another one....

[mywillisthine]

Storybrooke was...nothing like Cyrus had expected. The Knave had tried to describe it and parts of it matched up with things he heard from others (though who he couldn't quite remember), it was just so outside anything he'd ever experienced before that he just didn't know how to process it. Considering all the lifetimes he'd lived, worlds he'd visited and masters he'd served...that was saying a lot for the genie. And why he was feeling a bit overwhelmed and melancholy at the moment.

Not wanting to seem ungrateful for risking so much to bring him here, he'd told the Knave he was going to take a walk. Or more like a wander.

When it started to rain, Cyrus oddly found it fitting. And he was glad for the warm clothes Granny had lent him. While he couldn't get sick, being a genie and all, he still felt temperature changes and that chill that rain always seemed to bring. He knew he should return to the Knave's flat...but he just couldn't bring himself too. Not yet. So he kept wandering, taking in the new world that was his current refuge from Jafar.

[heartlessknave]

Coming here was a big change for Cyrus, the Knave knew. The intersection of science and magic was a pretty rare thing in his experience and Storybrooke had plenty of both - and that was leaving aside the whole curse thing.

The best thing to do was to let him wander around, get used to the place. Cyrus would feel a little more comfortable and he could get his wreck of an apartment somewhat presentable.

As time went on, the Knave got more and more fidgety and when he glanced out the window and saw how dark the sky was getting, he decided to hell with waiting. He fished an umbrella out from the closet and hurried outside, hoping he could find the genie before the storm broke.

After a couple minutes of looking around, he caught sight of Cyrus and waved. "Oi! Cyrus!"

[mywillisthine]

The sound of his name in the familiar voice brought a smile to Cyrus' lips despite himself. Even in the rain and the cold, the sound of the Knave's voice in the unfamiliar darkness was welcome.

"Hello, master mine," he said in a fond but soft tone. "I think I got a little turned around." He ducked under the awning of a store front, taking the Knave's arm to draw him under as well. "Was I gone long? I didn't mean for you to come looking..."

[heartlessknave]

No matter how long he lived, the Knave was sure he would never get used to Cyrus calling him 'master mine'. It seemed to make him happy though so the Knave rolled with it despite his uneasiness.

"No, no," he said quickly, wanting to reassure Cyrus. "I looked out and saw how dark it was getting and thought I'd come to the rescue with an umbrella."

[mywillisthine]

It wasn't so much the words that Cyrus enjoyed, for there were times when he had masters who didn't deserve the name. It was the fact that he knew he didn't have to say it to the Knave that made the title special. He knew the Knave cherished him for who he was, not his wishes, so it was a term of endearment.

He chuckled and kissed the Knave on the cheek. "My knight in shining rain coat. Thank you." Looking back out into the rain, he couldn't help the melancholy feelings from overtaking him again. "I just got lost in thought I suppose."

[heartlessknave]

"Everything okay?" the Knave asked as he slid an arm around Cyrus's waist. He was being more affectionate than he usually was in public, it was true, but it wasn't as if there were many people out right now. Besides, he wanted to and that was all there was to it.

[mywillisthine]

Cyrus looked out into the rain for a long moment before leaning into the Knave's hold, resting the sides of their heads together. He knew this was unusual for the Knave and he was going to enjoy it. "This place is so strange from any world I've ever been too."

[heartlessknave]

"It takes some getting used to," the Knave acknowledged. "But I think you'll like it. Some parts, at least. When we get back, I'll have to take you to Granny's for dinner. You'll never believe how good two pieces of bread and cheese can be."

[mywillisthine]

"It is amazing, many of things they've accomplished without magic. That is rather impressive." Cyrus had seen the consequences of relying too much on magic many times before, usually in the form of the wishes he was forced to grant. It always amazed him how many things people wished for that they could have done for themselves. It was...rather sad if one thought about it.

Food sounded good though. As did something warm to drink. "Can she make that sweet drink Mary Margaret made for us? Hot chocolate wasn't it?"

[heartlessknave]

"Granny can make just about anything," the Knave answered. "Including the hot chocolate, yeah. You want to go there now or wait a bit, see if the storm lets up?"

It was impressive how they had managed, the Knave had to admit. It certainly evened the playing field between those who had it and those without - not that it mattered much now with the curse broken and magic back.

[mywillisthine]

Cyrus moved closer into the Knave's hold, suddenly glad for the rain and dark so he could get away with almost snuggling the other man in public, dropping his head against the Knave's neck. "I don't know. I'm kind of comfortable right here. Safe."

[heartlessknave]

The Knave had to admit that this was nice, being able to hold Cyrus close to him without getting side looks from pirates. How long this would all last, he didn't know, but he was going to enjoy this while he could.

"Then we stay," the Knave answered, kissing Cyrus's cheek. "Granny's is probably packed anyway. We can stay here, wait it out... maybe see a rainbow if we're lucky."

[mywillisthine]

In his long life, he couldn't remember a person he'd felt safer with then he did with the Knave in this moment, despite the dark and rain. There was no Jafar breathing down his neck, no one demanding wishes or treating him like an object.

He could learn to like the rain.

"I think I like this idea very much." He smiled despite himself. "I'm begging to think Storybrooke is not so bad."

[heartlessknave]

"It's got its good points," the Knave agreed. It was strange to think that they didn't have to hurry to the next campsite or settle in for another day of nothing but endless sea. They had breathing room and they could just enjoy themselves.

"And, you know, I'm here so it's even better now."

[mywillisthine]

The laughter caused by the Knave's arrogant statement felt wonderful and earned him a kiss. A real one. It really amazed Cyrus how comfortable he felt with this master, above any other he'd had before.

He knew it was a long shot, but maybe Jafar wouldn't find them here and they could stay in peace.

"Yes. It's perfect."

[heartlessknave]

The Knave tightened his arms around Cyrus and leaned into him for a moment. He was determined not to think about anything but the present. What would happen, how it would end - for now, he and Cyrus had each other.

"It's funny," he said quietly. "I never thought I'd... feel happy."

[mywillisthine]

The soft words made Cyrus look up at the Knave curiously through hair that had fallen into his eyes.

"It's been a long time since I felt like a person again." Words such as those deserved words in kind in return. Soft confessions in the rain.

[heartlessknave]

For the first time in years, the Knave wished that he had his heart. If ever there was a moment where he wanted to feel the gravity of this moment, the sense of importance this confession of Cyrus's was, this was it. He could imagine how it would feel, yes, but now he wanted to experience it as well.

But his heart was back in Wonderland, buried in a chest six feet under the old caravan and there was no going back for it now.

He didn't know what to say, what he should say so he simply pulled Cyrus in for a kiss.

[mywillisthine]

Just the fact the Knave wanted to feel the moment would have been enough for Cyrus if he knew what was going through the other's head. He knew the Knave didn't have his heart and just that he was feeling something akin to happiness and joy lightened his own heart.

No words were probably best as Cyrus got exactly what he needed to hear from the kiss. He turned to clutch, almost desperately, to the Knave's leather coat, not wanting it to end.