lottawork: (stare into the distance like i dont care)
Nicholas Rush ([personal profile] lottawork) wrote in [community profile] bigapplesauce2015-07-18 05:23 pm

bone canis [closed]

His fingers skim the length of his laptop, tracing its edges as he watches the text on the monitor, promoting some sort of entry-level job access tutorial, blur into parallel streaks. Irritating as he had found ROMAC on principle, it had at least been a useful inlet into the Rift's center of activity with a conveniently, moderately high salary.

Thus far, he has found Manhattan's job market to be comparatively disappointing.

The laptop snaps shut in an abrupt, frustrated jerk of motion, prefacing the inevitable downward arch of Rush's shoulders as he buries his face in his hands and breathes out, worn and protracted. He is tired, or he is reasonably certain he is tired - the other potential explanations for the excess of mental fatigue seem unlikely, as he is relatively sure he would remember being drunk and he is equally unlikely to be experiencing some dissociative episode apropos of nothing and, clearly, it has been a sufficient amount of time since he has last slept as he cannot remember the time he last slept, which serves as an adequate proof of assumption in his mind.

Rush shuts his eyes and tries to recover some sort of celerity or clarity of thought.

wildmage_daine: (neutral - curls)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2015-07-19 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
She probably should have texted him or somesuch, but then he might've said 'no.'

Daine hasn't seen much of Rush lately, but she checked up on him a few times when he was still recovering from his capture, and a quick look in on his apartment a day or so ago had confirmed that not much had changed. Walls a mess, little in the way of furniture or sleep or (presumably) fridge contents. No great surprise, there. He doesn't seem to take very good care of himself, and she suspects he'd balk if he thought anyone was trying to take care of him.

Well, that's what friends are for - her friends, specifically. She's never been above sending a willing animal to do a harmless job she knew she couldn't manage on her own, and Manhattan isn't suffering a shortage of willing animals. She figures her current volunteer ought to be fair perfect.

She gives the dog's head an encouraging pat as she walks him toward Rush's apartment building. He's a big, calm, older fellow, and she's given him as good an understanding of Rush as she can and a very clear understanding of what he's to do, presuming Rush allows it. Really, 'Rush allowing it' is the only obstacle. It's just a matter of how big an obstacle it turns out to be.

She probably should have texted him. Oh, well. Daine pulls in a breath, then buzzes Rush's apartment.
wildmage_daine: (neutral - longing)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2015-07-19 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Hullo," Daine says pleasantly. She figures it's a good sign that he stopped snapping once he saw it was her (though she can't help wondering who he was expecting), and he seems too thrown by the dog's presence to start up again.

The dog, for his part, looks up at Rush and gives a slow, majestic wag of his tail. You were right about him, he says, sounding faintly amused.

"Sorry," she continues, lapsing into sheepishness. "I s'pose I should've called, first. It's just that I have a favor to ask." A glance behind Rush confirms that she's not interrupting anything crucial - no visitors or anything - and so she asks, "D'you mind if we come in? He has beautiful manners, I promise."
wildmage_daine: (neutral - concern)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2015-07-19 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
Daine lets the dog lead the way into the apartment before setting down his leash. He ambles to the middle of the floor and then eases himself down into a sprawl. The only outward sign that he's investigating the space is the steady quiver of his nose; there's little enough to see that he doesn't spare much time looking around.

"Well," Daine says, "you do have space, and that's sort of what we're looking for." She'll have to tread carefully, here; she's not a gifted liar, and she doesn't want him to guess at any ulterior motives. Not that she'll have to go spinning any outright fibs... she'll just have to be choosy about the truths she tells.

"Now that I'm in the other apartment building, I can't really take in more strays; there just isn't room." Very true, especially considering this one's size. Before Rush can head her off, she hastily continues, "You wouldn't have to keep him long, just a week or two until I can find someone else who might want him. I can give you food and everything else he needs in the meantime. And I can promise he won't make any trouble for you. All you'd have to do is maybe walk him a few times a day, and he's getting on in years, so he wouldn't even want that much exercise."

Never mind that she doesn't have any intention of looking for another taker unless this doesn't work out the way she intends.

"I just don't want him on the street, is all," she concludes with a hitch of her shoulders and a hopeful look.
wildmage_daine: (wtf)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2015-07-19 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
"That's all right," Daine insists. "It's not as if he minds. He's too big to be up on the furniture, anyway." The dog's tail thumps the floor a few times, as if in agreement. "I've got a bed for him," she adds, "so I could bring that over along with everything else. He'd be perfectly comfortable here."

See? That was easy to address. The comment about qualifications is a bit more puzzling, and she gives Rush a quizzical look. "It'd be fair easy, I should think. He doesn't need much, and you're smart." A bit of a stretch as encouragements go, if only because she knows full well that bookbound sorts do have a harder time caring for animals, simply because they get distracted and don't think about more basic needs (theirs or anyone else's). But that's what the dog is here for - reminding Rush to do things besides scrawl math on the walls and drink too much coffee.
wildmage_daine: (questioning)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2015-07-19 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
The dog rolls onto his side, collar clinking against the floor, and then heaves a sigh that could pass for contentment. In truth, it's a bit more philosophical: he knows there's nothing for him to do just now but wait for the two-leggers to sort out their business. The fact that his laid-back attitude is a selling point is coincidental. Sort of.

Daine softens a little as she looks back up at Rush. If he really is fussing because he fears he won't do a good job, that's rather sweet. "He sleeps, mostly. You wouldn't have to do much aside from making sure he has water and feeding him twice a day. He'll let you know if you forget." Raising her eyebrows, she adds, "If walking him is too much trouble, I could come by and do that part." She hopes she won't have to, but her schedule isn't so overflowing that she couldn't.

"Please?" She doesn't add that it would mean a lot, though it would. Nor does she stoop to implying that Rush owes her anything; he doesn't, and she's had her fill of folk acting as if wrecking things was some sort of kindness on her part. "It'd make his life easier."
wildmage_daine: (gratitude)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2015-07-19 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thank you," Daine says, her face splitting into a grin. "You won't have to watch him for long." Well, he won't have to. "And if you need anything at all, just let me know. His name is Sampson," she continues, crouching down to give the dog's belly a rub, "and he's clever. He knows 'sit' and 'down' and 'heel' and so on. And 'quiet,' though that shouldn't be a problem. He's not a barker." If he was, she wouldn't have picked him; she can guess how well Rush would respond to unwanted noise.

Sampson responds to the attention by thumping his tail against the floor and rolling over a bit to expose more of his belly. "Is there anything you'd like me to tell him before I fetch his things?" she asks. "He already knows not to be a bother when folk are working."
wildmage_daine: (enjoying this conversation)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2015-07-19 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Daine nods, her gaze going a bit distant as she turns to Sampson. He'd like you to stay away from the walls. Really, anything he's been scribbling on ought to be left alone. It'll upset him if all his numbers get messed up.

Sampson sends her a sense of amused acceptance - there really is no accounting for two-leggers' funny little concerns - then rolls back onto his chest so he can return Rush's even look. His muzzle dips briefly in a recognizable nod.

See what you can do for him, she adds, scritching behind his ears. I'm sure he could stand to sleep and eat more often than he does.

I'm a dog, not a miracle worker,
comes the dry reply. But I'll do my best.

Daine straightens. "He understands," she says, probably without need. "He won't mess with anything you've been writing on, walls included."
wildmage_daine: (pleased)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2015-07-20 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
"No need," Daine replies. "It's no more than I can carry on my own. You could keep him company while I'm gone, though." She inclines her head towards the dog and adds, "He likes it when you talk to him, even if he doesn't understand most of it."

Right. Now to get herself out the door before Rush can reconsider. She pulls a chew toy and a little bag of biscuits out of her bag, setting the former on the floor and the latter on the counter. "Biscuits are for when he's especially good, so don't give him too many," she says as she hikes her bag back onto her shoulder. "I won't be more than an hour. Thanks again for doing this."
wildmage_daine: (okay)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2015-07-20 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, she thinks, he said it, not her. On the other hand, he hasn't said a word about the fall of the rebel base since she arrived, and she could just about hug him for that if a refreshing lack of tender feelings wasn't the whole point.

"For this," she says, "we can call it even." At least until the next bout of ruction tips the scales one way or the other, but she's guessing they'd both rather not think about that.

She takes a step towards the door, then hesitates. "Is there anything you need?" The dog's needs are covered - or will be - but two-legger needs are a bit more complicated. She's going out anyway, though, so she might as well check.