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fandomtownies2018-11-11 07:37 am
myownface) wrote in fandomtownies2018-11-11 07:37 am
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Demon Marcus, Sunday
Funny thing about living in Fandom. While Sparkle had never really given two shits about Remembrance Day back in Canada - try to sit in silence for a minute while wearing a plastic poppy that other students mostly just used to stab one another with because kids were little assholes - time spent primarily in the company of soldiers had given him a healthy respect for the concept of 'Lest we Forget,' and seeing people close to him grieving sure as hell gave him an equally healthy appreciation for 'We Will Remember Them.'
He wasn't going to, like, hop a portal back to Toronto or anything for any Remembrance Day ceremonies. His healthy respect hadn't extended so far as risking being arrested. Ottawa would've had the big one, a crowd that was more than a little easy to lose himself in, but being close-to-home-but-not-home seemed like a shitty proposition unto itself. He briefly considered running across the Causeway for a Veterans Day thing, but the spirit of it really wasn't quite the same thing, either. So he'd just done the next best thing, gone in to work, and made himself a little poppy out of red and black felt to pin to his shirt. He'd take it off before he went home. Didn't figure Atton needed to see him get all weirdly Canadian-sentimental over something he'd come to appreciate at least partly because of him. But for now, while he was here? Yup. Poppy.
The weirdest thing about Fandom, sometimes, was that it actually gave him reasons to give a shit about how he couldn't go back home for things he'd never really cared about before.
[OOC: Open!]
He wasn't going to, like, hop a portal back to Toronto or anything for any Remembrance Day ceremonies. His healthy respect hadn't extended so far as risking being arrested. Ottawa would've had the big one, a crowd that was more than a little easy to lose himself in, but being close-to-home-but-not-home seemed like a shitty proposition unto itself. He briefly considered running across the Causeway for a Veterans Day thing, but the spirit of it really wasn't quite the same thing, either. So he'd just done the next best thing, gone in to work, and made himself a little poppy out of red and black felt to pin to his shirt. He'd take it off before he went home. Didn't figure Atton needed to see him get all weirdly Canadian-sentimental over something he'd come to appreciate at least partly because of him. But for now, while he was here? Yup. Poppy.
The weirdest thing about Fandom, sometimes, was that it actually gave him reasons to give a shit about how he couldn't go back home for things he'd never really cared about before.
[OOC: Open!]