[1-2 DEC, around 321 Midwich] [ There’s no reason to live in unacceptable conditions, and that’s about the one thing that Levi can control about this situation. So when the initial confusion all dies down, he takes the opportunity to roll his sleeves up and get right to work cleaning house. There’s not going to be any part of 321 Midwich that he’s not going to be familiar with as he aggressively tackles the project inside and out.
It is an entire undertaking—windows opened to air out the house, and, at one point, he can be seen even scrubbing the windowsills. There’s no shortage of work that takes him just outside his home, either, like airing out the bed linens, shaking out the rugs, and angrily reorganizing the garage. All in all, it affords a good opportunity to watch and identify just who might stick out in the neighborhood while he’s at it. And sometimes he might even just do something completely normal like sweep the front walkway.
At one point or another, there’s certainly the opportunity to save him from some random neighbor lady that seems to be going on and on about how he’s helping his wife around the house. The situation is immediately on the verge of going awry. ]
[Sometime post-6 DEC, Christmas Village] [ So there’s the surreal bullshit in full force, though this isn’t the first time he’s popped up here.
Levi is frowning once he’s done skimming through the posted letter to make sure nothing in it has changed. He is entirely on edge about the whole situation because there’s a nasty catch here they haven’t found yet, and the friendly asshole Robbies playing dress up are not helping his nerves any either. It’s more to himself than anything that he remarks, off hand: ] Imagine tripping into this place just because you need to take a shit.
[ Which, well, that was classy. Anyone hoping for productive input on the situation is clearly looking in the wrong place. ]
[15 DEC, Gala] [ Playing along with this is as shitty as it is necessary, but Levi doesn’t actually mind wearing a red suit that much. It’s certainly survivable on the scale of bullshit. He’s still taking particular care to look put together, absolutely no reason not to, though it’s questionable as to why. After all, he spends nearly the entirety of the gala apparently sulking out of the way with his back to the wall.
Arms crossed and slouching, he’s absolutely not a friendly face as he watches the crowd carefully.
Except at some odd point, he’s not. Taking a chance to look around in the off limits areas, not that it reveals fuck all. When he has to backtrack to avoid getting spotted by a wandering policeman, he’d sooner take the risk to cross paths with a fellow snoop. ]
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[ There’s no reason to live in unacceptable conditions, and that’s about the one thing that Levi can control about this situation. So when the initial confusion all dies down, he takes the opportunity to roll his sleeves up and get right to work cleaning house. There’s not going to be any part of 321 Midwich that he’s not going to be familiar with as he aggressively tackles the project inside and out.
It is an entire undertaking—windows opened to air out the house, and, at one point, he can be seen even scrubbing the windowsills. There’s no shortage of work that takes him just outside his home, either, like airing out the bed linens, shaking out the rugs, and angrily reorganizing the garage. All in all, it affords a good opportunity to watch and identify just who might stick out in the neighborhood while he’s at it. And sometimes he might even just do something completely normal like sweep the front walkway.
At one point or another, there’s certainly the opportunity to save him from some random neighbor lady that seems to be going on and on about how he’s helping his wife around the house. The situation is immediately on the verge of going awry. ]
[Sometime post-6 DEC, Christmas Village]
[ So there’s the surreal bullshit in full force, though this isn’t the first time he’s popped up here.
Levi is frowning once he’s done skimming through the posted letter to make sure nothing in it has changed. He is entirely on edge about the whole situation because there’s a nasty catch here they haven’t found yet, and the friendly asshole Robbies playing dress up are not helping his nerves any either. It’s more to himself than anything that he remarks, off hand: ] Imagine tripping into this place just because you need to take a shit.
[ Which, well, that was classy. Anyone hoping for productive input on the situation is clearly looking in the wrong place. ]
[15 DEC, Gala]
[ Playing along with this is as shitty as it is necessary, but Levi doesn’t actually mind wearing a red suit that much. It’s certainly survivable on the scale of bullshit. He’s still taking particular care to look put together, absolutely no reason not to, though it’s questionable as to why. After all, he spends nearly the entirety of the gala apparently sulking out of the way with his back to the wall.
Arms crossed and slouching, he’s absolutely not a friendly face as he watches the crowd carefully.
Except at some odd point, he’s not. Taking a chance to look around in the off limits areas, not that it reveals fuck all. When he has to backtrack to avoid getting spotted by a wandering policeman, he’d sooner take the risk to cross paths with a fellow snoop. ]
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