Snow; Alec want unfamiliar with snow, but this was a lot for a guy who came here with only a leather jacket and boots in the way of outerwear. He felt cold down to his very fingertips, making his attempts to draw his stele from his pocket far less coordinated than they should have been. He leaned against the side of a building, trying to get some shelter from the wind, and blew on his fingers to warm them up. So warmed, he had more success pulling the slim tool from his pocket.
(Alec maybe if you didn't wear such skinny jeans you wouldn't have this problem.)
He pushed up the left sleeve of his jacket, bearing his forearm, and traced something against it with the end of the tool. An intricate sort of burn appeared there, and his shivering stopped. A moment later he traced another shape and the burn on his arm — as well as the mark peeking out over his jacket collar — disappeared under the guise of smooth, unmarked skin.
Ships; Alec wasn't sure what was weirder, the strangely run down town or the apparent spaceship. At least the weather outside didn't seem to extend to the ship's interior so that gave the ship a major point in its favor.
It was rapidly losing the point though. He'd found the kitchen which was great, but the soft serve coming out of the dispensers looked the opposite of appealing. He had a plate and was methodically dispensing the smallest amount he could, just to try so he'd know what he was in for.
On the plus side, he'd eaten worse.
The latest dispenser seemed stuck though... until it suddenly wasn't. A flood of glitter came out, getting absolutely everywhere before he could turn it off. He sighed, indulging in a selfish moment of why me before looking around for cleaning supplies. Hopefully no one would wander in before he could get it cleaned up, or mind too much if it got on their shoes.
"A warlock spell would be real useful right about now," he muttered to himself, then flushed guiltily. He shouldn't let himself think that way.
Network - voice; [The video clicks on, showing Alec's face for a moment. He vocalizes a soft sound:] Ah.
[The screen goes dark then, video feed cut but audio still running.]
I'm looking for my sister, if anyone's seen her. Isabelle Lightwood. Izzy.
[A bit of an awkward pause, but Alec isn't sure what else he should say.]
Um. Thanks.
OOC: At a Glance; Show canon only, I'm not familiar with the books but welcome the confusion caused by alternate universes. Loosely saying end of S1/beginning of S2, but familiar with the entire show so no worries for spoilers.
Alec Lightwood | Shadowhunters
Alec want unfamiliar with snow, but this was a lot for a guy who came here with only a leather jacket and boots in the way of outerwear. He felt cold down to his very fingertips, making his attempts to draw his stele from his pocket far less coordinated than they should have been. He leaned against the side of a building, trying to get some shelter from the wind, and blew on his fingers to warm them up. So warmed, he had more success pulling the slim tool from his pocket.
(Alec maybe if you didn't wear such skinny jeans you wouldn't have this problem.)
He pushed up the left sleeve of his jacket, bearing his forearm, and traced something against it with the end of the tool. An intricate sort of burn appeared there, and his shivering stopped. A moment later he traced another shape and the burn on his arm — as well as the mark peeking out over his jacket collar — disappeared under the guise of smooth, unmarked skin.
Ships;
Alec wasn't sure what was weirder, the strangely run down town or the apparent spaceship. At least the weather outside didn't seem to extend to the ship's interior so that gave the ship a major point in its favor.
It was rapidly losing the point though. He'd found the kitchen which was great, but the soft serve coming out of the dispensers looked the opposite of appealing. He had a plate and was methodically dispensing the smallest amount he could, just to try so he'd know what he was in for.
On the plus side, he'd eaten worse.
The latest dispenser seemed stuck though... until it suddenly wasn't. A flood of glitter came out, getting absolutely everywhere before he could turn it off. He sighed, indulging in a selfish moment of why me before looking around for cleaning supplies. Hopefully no one would wander in before he could get it cleaned up, or mind too much if it got on their shoes.
"A warlock spell would be real useful right about now," he muttered to himself, then flushed guiltily. He shouldn't let himself think that way.
Network - voice;
[The video clicks on, showing Alec's face for a moment. He vocalizes a soft sound:] Ah.
[The screen goes dark then, video feed cut but audio still running.]
I'm looking for my sister, if anyone's seen her. Isabelle Lightwood. Izzy.
[A bit of an awkward pause, but Alec isn't sure what else he should say.]
Um. Thanks.
OOC: At a Glance;
Show canon only, I'm not familiar with the books but welcome the confusion caused by alternate universes. Loosely saying end of S1/beginning of S2, but familiar with the entire show so no worries for spoilers.