nexus_crossings | New Years Tradition

Micolash is back in the Nexus again after a long period away, though that part's understandable, given the state he was in that time. He's no longer in a wheelchair nor hooked up to an IV, but his eyes are still bandaged tight behind his cage. He at least looks a little healthier in general and curiously well-dressed today. Clean pinstripe trousers, polished (but still untied) shoes, a fitted waistcoat, a new light blue ribbon tied at his throat, a clean white button-up with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows.

He has two things of note with him: a table with a lot of writing supplies and a cat. The cat is a handsome, plush creature, mostly white with patches of tabby orange. One such patch on its forehead looks a lot like an eye. Another on its back looks a lot like a skull. Markings are funny like that, huh? Said cat is always close to where Micolash is seated, curling around his ankles, napping under his chair, hopping up onto the table to lazily peruse. Sometimes it even perches on the top of Micolash's cage for an even BETTER vantage.

The table, meanwhile, looks to be loaded up with pencils, strips of paper and gilded envelopes. On the far end, opposite of where the scholar is seated, is a wax sealing kit as well.

"Ahem. Soooo," Micolash starts in that nasal drone of his. "This past weekend marked the celebration of a new year back in Yharnam. And while I am very much not there at this time? I thought it would be. Interesting to still observe at least one tradition we have. Namely, writing down a wish. Or wishes! You have for the coming year and seal them away, only to be read at the start of the next year. To see what did and did not come true. To see how much you've changed from one New Year celebration to the next."

He pauses, almost looking to be lost in thought for a time, staring sightlessly somewhere into the middle distance. Eventually, he adds, "...Do you have any taboos for these sorts of celebrations? Where you are from? Things that you avoid to not have the new year sullied? Or set into an...unfortunate pattern?"

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Micolash, for the record, remains oblivious to whatever machinations the doctor is up to. He remains in his seat, humming tunelessly to himself, tapping his long fingers together.

The cat however, watches Dr. White with a lazy but persistent gaze from its crouched position underneath the caged man's chair. Said feline doesn't look too concerned with the other man's going-ons, but watches regardless. Cats are just like that, y'know. They follow whatever's moving.

Only when Dr. White is back near the table does Micolash seem to notice that someone's close by. Sound is the first clue. The second is scent. Micolash takes a small, sharp inhale through his nose, perhaps mistakable at first as just an errant sniff. But then his bandaged face turns to look in Dr. White's general direction, smiling.

"Ahh, hello, Doctor. Are you...looking to observe an old Yharnam tradition, perhaps?"

Eh, this is nothing. The cat can stare all it wants...

Huh. At first Dr. White thought Micolash was somehow seeing through the bandages... But then again, he did notice the sniffing. God, he didn't smell that terrible, did he?

"Maybe!" He does sound happy, not awkward at all. "Also glad to see you out in the plaza again. Looks like you're doing better?"

Yeah, maybe it's just a funk? But then again, how does a guy go about IDing someone on smell alone? He didn't say 'hey stinky guy', he said 'Dr. White'. Weird. Everything about Micolash is relentlessly weird.

Henry, meanwhile, grumbles as he shifts his weight.

"Better, yes. To a degree. Still...waiting for the eyes. To mend." Micolash giggles nervously around a wobbly smile. "I have been told the frenzy leaking from them has lessened? So that is...a good. Sign." He trails off, looking and sounding as though he's drifting off into distracting thoughts.

"Oh!" But then he snaps back to the present. "But after what a great to-do the other New Years was, I thought it would be. Nice? To have the Nexus observe the Yharnam new year as well! Though it's nowhere near as grand, I'm afraid." Only so much a blinded guy in a cage and his cat can do, after all.

What can he do? He spends the day working with sick people and stuff! He can't help that.

He tilts his head as he listens to the man speak. "Frenzy leaking from the eyes? That's a new ailment." Something he would probably be helpless to mend, given his reaction to copious amounts of it in that Nightmare. Not that it would stop him from time.

He bends over and observes the cards themselves. At times like this, he kind of wishes he had that stick with the cadecus topper. Better to poke around at things with. At least he can pick one up and inspect it. "So, let me get this straight. You write down wishes for the new year on these little slips of paper and seal them up?" He's wondering if this is even the right color for the tradition... Can't exactly trust a blind person to pick them out. "And then what?"

"Then you hide them or put them someplace for safekeeping. And when the next year rolls around, one may fetch them, open them, and see if it came true or not!" He puts out both his skinny hands, fingers splayed, in a little gesture of fanfare. Tada! "Ah, and to open them before the new year's arrived is considered terribly bad luck. That is also important."

"Uh... Huh."

He turns the card over in his hand, adjusting his eyepeice to find details in the design. Accuracy be damned.

"Novel concept." Except it sounds a lot like certain other holidays. Whatevs. "Is this all you guys do for new year's? Write notes to yourselves?"

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