There's another place I've got to be (semi-open)

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Who: Ky Kiske and semi-open (Jade Curtiss, Zelda, Sol Badguy, Mao Lu-Shen)
Where: Around and about
When: The week of November 26th
What: Event. Getting stuck to people.
Style: Use what you're comfortable with.
Status: I'm posting starters for the people listed above, but if anyone else wants in feel free to post your own starter for getting stuck to Ky

Comments

FOR JADE CURTISS

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[At first Ky hadn't taken particular care not to touch anyone. After all, he wasn't someone who went for hugs or touch as a form of affection, but that didn't mean that he was super cautious about casual contact. Jade joining the Defense Force was certainly something to be pleased about. Ky beamed brightly as he gave him where he'd be patrolling, and offered out his hand.]

I look forward to being able to work with you in a more official capacity.

FOR ZELDA

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[Ky isn't on patrol, so his pace is a little more relaxed and his hand isn't resting on his sword as he walks through Vatheon. His eyes are as alert as ever, trying to be aware of everything, but that's only so much help against people he sort of shunts away as neither being a threat nor someone he's going to make an effort to speak to as they pass. Which is pretty much his exact set of feelings on Zelda.]

FOR SOL BADGUY

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Ky hadn't been planning on seeing Sol -- and he usually only sees the man when he's planning to, and then tracks him down and makes sure that Sol doesn't just walk away -- but there the man is anyway. Ky doesn't smile at him -- Sol is hardly a man to evoke smiling, and he wouldn't appreciate politeness even if Ky were capable of mustering it -- but he doesn't immediately launch into requesting things from the man either. Instead he nods, formally, and says, "Sol, if you have a moment..."

FOR MAO LU-SHEN

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Ky's hands are full of a bag of groceries that he's carefully supporting from the bottom. He's going to try this cooking thing again, and this time he has the vegetables ready for it. Perhaps a stew, he thinks, something he can have cooking without needing too much attention as he works on paperwork. He's trying to support the bag while taking out his keys when he drops them somewhere in front of him. He steps back to spot where they went, half-turning until his shoulder hits something -- someone -- solid.