feb catchall with some open prompts

[centile]

Who: mob and whoever!
What: february tdm prompts, other, just a general catchall
When: february and potentially onward
Where: around the trench

Content Warnings: none atm, to be added when relevant in threads.



gift giving, mostly for cr but open for all

[as a warmblood mob begins having the urge to give gifts. in truth this is seamless, easily picked up by his general wish to show appreciation for the people who have made this difficult situation better. it's one of the most valuable lessons he's learned, that he should be grateful for the people in his life, the ones who helped him grow and change. especially here, where it would have been easy to be alone.

so! gifts. anyone mob has cr with is fair game. if he'd know where they live he might leave them in their mailbox, at their door. it often won't come with any note but if it does it will be something simple, like 'i hope you like this' signed with his name.

he might seek the person out, bundled up in a sweater, jacket, scarf, gloves, muffled when he holds it out and says,] Here.

[anyone he met could get this treatment. people he hasn't met yet? also possible, if maybe they're sitting alone or just give off any air of being down. please feel free to bend the situation to anything needed.

the sort of things he might give away:
- any cool rock he just found, especially shiny ones
- any cool sea shell he found, again bonus points for shiny
- a little plant in a little pot, usually something simple that could be found around, herb or flower or fern
- a misshapen bonsai. he's still learning, okay
- scarves or mitten gloves, usually very ugly and bulky
- any of the chocolatier's chocolates. (note, none of the horny/romantics ones eaten around him, but feel free to take it and use it later if you want)
- wildcard of some odd thing he may have found in a shop or on the far shore. a brooch? a gear? etc, sky's the limit go nuts.]


chocolates, open to all

[the chocolatier doesn't seem to bother mob much. most things don't so this isn't surprising. the state of it's soul is a whole can of worms but anyone is free to see him talking to the creature at one point or the other, seemingly nonplussed as he allows it a few drops of his blood and is gifted chocolate in return.

he'll examine one before popping it into his mouth-

if it's caramel he'll blink, and the first person he sees he'll just... start following. this gives the mixed impression of being imprinted on by a baby duck but also one of those spooky, quiet kids you don't hear coming and is just there when you turn around.

does it look like there's snow in your way? he quickly lifts a hand to push it out of the way with a burst of telekinesis. shivering? have his scarf, his hat, his jacket. when addressed at all he'll just blink and say,] Is something wrong? Can I help?

[have fun.]


[if it's strawberry a muted grey will start oozing from him, not unlike paint in water. everything about it is subdued, smells around the area vanish to nothing when too close, sounds softening. he doesn't seem to register it, goes about his day.

maybe he'll be found stopping to look up at some batcats on the roof of a random house in crenshaw, a little flare of golden warmth coming from him before it's sucked up by the grey again.] They're really cute. [is what he'll placidly inform anyone who stops to look as well.

maybe there will be a beast howl coming from the outskirts of the city by the farther shores, in which that grey will briefly go spiky and dark before muting back to normal. someone nearby will get glanced at.] We should get away.

[feel free to put any situation you want here as well.]


[if it's peacan everything will seem normal until one of his legs just... gives out. he falls into the snow, blinking, and can now be found just lying off the side of one of the main crenshaw roads.

just looking up at the sky, not particularly alarmed but given snow is starting to accumulate over his body it doesn't look comfortable. in fact he's starting to look pale and shaky from the cold if it's been long enough. if someone checks in he'll look up to them and say,] The chocolates aren't very nice.

[chocolatier betrayed him.]


[wildcard; if you want to do one of the other tdm prompts or something else please let me know! pm here or dichotomy

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and one viktor open prompt, cw for coughing up organs

[mehanizovati]

[the fact it's a raspberry chocolate should have warned him. he's been down this road with weird trench food. he's been down this road with raspberries. but of course he's curious and compelled. worse, he likes sweets.

so someone walking through willful machine might find him in what was once a familiar position, hacking like he was about to cough up a lung-

which he does. just one, splattering onto the snow, healthy as can be.

he stares at it a few moments, hoarse as he says,] I hate this fucking place.

[lludw]

If it's any comfort, it's probably not yours.

[Lucius looks critically between the man and the lung. Well, as long as he was always that skinny.]

[mehanizovati]

[okay, well that gets a laugh, which immediately ends in more coughing. the violent, gross, unpleasant kind that ends in what looks like a liver this time.

ugh. a rattling breath and he offers,] When I am less furious at this place I will attempt to take comfort in that.

[and a glance over. he is leaning very heavily on his cane.] Any chance you wouldn't mind doing me the favor of finding a bag somewhere I can put these in? I'd rather not leave organs lying around to lure beasts.

[and he kind of wants to dissect them out of curiosity but sh.]

gift giving

[stayscared]

[how long has mike been sitting in this particular place in the outdoors? who knows - he's lost track of time watching the birds. thinking. he's surrounded by a few pigeons, one creeping closer than the others.

suddenly, he's handed a...]

You know what kind this is?

[he turns the seashell over in his hands - two out of three pigeons scatter just a little, while the third, the creeper, stays put. he's just been given a small seashell by a kid he doesn't know and the first thing he thought? thank god(s) its's not a chocolate.]

[centile]

[lucky man, he probably has a few of those in his pocket, ripe to give away and make someone's day a lot more complicated. instead he luckily gets a harmless, pretty sea shell, kneeling to take a seat since it feels kind of rude to just stand over him.]

No, I found it walking on the beach. I've never seen one like it. [he tilts his head to regard how the colors change.] Do you like it?

peacan time

[good_mourning]

[Unfortunately Sunny doesn't find Mob that quickly, so the fellow teen isn't looking so hot.]

I haven't tried any. [Maybe he shouldn't? But chocolate...

Either way, that kind of wasn't the important thing here. Mob was maybe freezing to death and that was bad.]

So you can't move at all? [This was not a strong lad. Having to move a whole entire boy was going to be a struggle.]

[centile]

[yup, enjoy the faint shivering. he can at least turn his head, so that's good. he's even considered actually using his powers to help himself, gasp, but it didn't seem that important yet.

good that sunny's here, he thinks. shibe paces like he's agitated in the snow nearby.]

I can move my head and neck, but not my arms or legs. I think it was the chocolate. [what else could it have been mob...] The chocolatier seemed nice otherwise though.

gift giving

[wolfhunted]

[Robyn has learned to expect weird things to happen when out in the streets of Trench. What she wasn't expecting was Mob to come up to her and hand her a present. She wouldn't say no to presents, but still.]

Huh? Oh...thank you.

[What she gets is a rock. It's admittedly a very interesting-looking, shiny rock, though, she thinks to herself as she looks at it closer. Her falcon, Merlyn, is perched on her arm and looks at it with interest as well.]

Where did you find this?

[centile]

You're welcome. [gift giving success. he's pleased in his mild way, a tiny wave to the falcon in greeting. his own omen is a shibe that watches them a little bit away cautiously.]

On my way to the shore to see the new people. [it probably looks a bit like this, smooth and shiny, rougher around the edges.]

daniel and mob (maybe others?) | february chocolate trouble

[centile]

[mob is punctual to lessons. mostly because he usually tries to make the effort to run over and he needs to make sure he accounts for occasionally tripping and/or passing out on the way. the latter is thankfully very rare. the former is not at all.

either way it means he is usually earlier than he needs to be, gets into his gi, goes to look at the bonsais and say hi to daniel's omen if he's around. his own shibe usually goes to sit off to the side and watch everything. he will tolerate pets from robby, daniel and sunny but pretty much no one else.

on this fine day before the lesson mob goes to find daniel, holding out a peanutbutter chocolate for daniel. this is not new at all starting this month, pretty much every practice mob brings him something- typically cool rocks or bonsais he's been practicing growing with his powers thanks to robby. they are very ugly but the spirit is there.

so you know, surely nothing wrong with this. just a chocolate he feels even more compelled to give daniel than usual. despite knowing chocolates do weird things. blame the trench.]

Hi sensei. This is for you. [take the chocolate y/n?]

[miyagimagic]

[ Daniel should probably know better.

And yet, here he is. Despite the fact that something should definitely be suspicious about all of this, the poor man doesn't suspect a thing. The way Mob keeps giving him stuff is growing a little less strange every single time it happens, though Daniel wishes that telling the boy to take it easy was something that actually worked.. It seems that Mob is insistent on constantly bringing him stuff, no matter how much Daniel might gently try to tell him that it isn't exactly necessary.

Maybe he's at least pierced together that it's got to be something in this place influencing Mob, though it seems.. relatively harmless? Daniel tells himself to keep an eye a little bit more on the boy because of it, but it doesn't seem to have done anything bad so far.

And the only other thing he can do is just kindly accepting the boy's gifts. Like right now. ]

It is? [ PLEASE, DANIEL.. As if Mob hasn't given you something before literally every single practice session already this month...

(He's just trying to be nice. Trying to act like this is still a surprise, rather than just something inevitable.)

He takes the chocolate. ]

Heh, are you handing out chocolate for an early Valentine's Day celebration now?

[ And yet.. right after he says it, he's already putting that piece of chocolate into his mouth...

It's not taking effect right away though. The coast is clear.

For another half a minute, maybe. Mob is still safe to reply without anything special going on over here just yet. ]

mob, ritsu and makima | february meetings

[centile]

[of course the first place mob brings ritsu is makima's house- his house too, in a roommate way. he gives him shoes and clothes besides the robe, meets his omen, marvels in having ritsu here. talking, smiling, offering clever advice and thoughts on everything.

he's happy. (40%)

makima gets sent a quick voice mail about it, that mob's brother is here at the house, he came out of the ocean too, could he stay? this is the second month he's brought someone home, first sunny and now this, but it's ritsu so he doesn't really stop to think how it might be a bit much to keep doing. he's certainly told sunny and makima plenty about his little brother over meals, a little wistful when he accidentally bent a spoon and described how often ritsu would fix it without batting an eye.

so when makima does get back or decides to call or whatever she'll do mob will be sitting by the fire with his brother, his shibe omen resting against ritsu's leg, more affectionate than it's ever shown anyone, even mob. especially mob, really. ]

[overlies]

[ the pup she’s stuck in a claim for has a knack for bringing in more strays— and who was makima to ban something so mostly harmless? it made mob happier to be in her home by the day. she had friends, a guardian, and now what seems like family. true relative family. makima hated her own sisters, so she couldn’t comprehend the relationship, oh, but she did understand it at a cinematic standpoint.

she yearned for family. could her pups ever be the embrace and love she wanted? sometimes she thought so, when they expressed their happiness, wagged their tails and accepted her arms around their scruffy necks. somewhere deep, she was jealous. but her own control over herself would t allow it to much light. emotions like that were meaningingless and would just get in the way.

now, the door opens . . . and in steps makima with some groceries for the week’s feeding. ]

I’m home, everyone.

[ her huskies come wild and gleeful, and soon she expects the human boys to come too.

it doesn’t feel so lonely in here after all. ]

Chocolatier - Strawberry

[meds4sale]

Mm.

[There is a small hum of agreement from atop a dilapidated wall where the Medicine Seller is perched. He'd been there several hours now, and for good reason - there's a small black bundle curled up in his lap, wrapped in leathery wings and with a long twitching tail. It emits a low, rumbling purr every time the Medicine Seller scratches behind its ears.

This poor, unfortunate merchant is trapped. Alas, what an end.

He isn't looking at the little creature in his lap. Rather the grey aura that hangs about the young lad with only the occasional flicker of colour. He doesn't often see auras - not in this state anyway. If he had the capabilities of his Other Self 24/7, it would be a sensory overload and he'd never get anything done.

So why was he seeing this now...? Some side effect of Trench, surely. More concerning is the colour. Adolescents were, for the most part, explosions of colours as they figured out their abundance of emotions, with one or two growing more dominant as they aged into adulthood.

It was rare to see this static grey in someone this young. But then, it doesn't take a genius to know the kid is suppressing himself.]

Did you know...? Your aura is visible.

[He remarks on it as casually as one remarks on the weather, but there is a shrewdness to his unblinking stare, watching for his reaction as he is ever compelled to sus out the Truth of things.]

[centile]

[ah, seeing the batcat cuddled up with the medicine seller makes another little flare of gold spark through the grey, faint warmth like a sunny day to hear the purr before grey again, soundless and blank.]

Can I pet her? [he asks, hardly wanting to disrupt the cat's peace. the fact she (she?) seemed so comfortable with the man makes him further think the medicine seller is a good guy. hardly surprisingly, all their interactions so far, confusing or not, told him as much.

but he's told that, and there's a faint tremble to the aura like nerves before it settles.] You can see it? [here he was, assuming maybe it was just him. oh well.] Usually my aura doesn't look like this. I think it was the chocolate.

viktor and au pal | they can have such normal conversations

[mehanizovati]

[it's at home that viktor finally wakes up as himself again. the jarring combination of memories takes a moment and a pinched look to fortify against, pulling up a hand purple instead of metal to run over his face. it's about as pleasant as doing the same with the metal one. ugh. he hates the trench, is the thing.

he sits up with a sigh.] Palamedes? I swear if you've turned into a hand instead of waking up as my husband I'm going to be livid. You will feel it, I assume, so be prepared for that.

[said in the tone of a man who foolishly expects pal to have turned back at the same time. they turned the same time, so he can dream and be disappointed.]

was going to be like au pal more like paul and then i remembered spoilers

[megatheorem]

[Palamedes is already awake— it's anyone's guess whether or not he actually slept or just laid there staring grimly at the ceiling, after Viktor conked out. This house is garish and chipper and cozy, how is he supposed to sleep here, etc etc...

And so when he turns over to look at Viktor with the wrong eyes, naturally his gaze drifts to the purple hand. Ah; the city cannot even let him keep his mean cyborg boyfriend for an extra day before returning them both? Who will he be sullen with now??]

No, I don't think so. [This is actually re: feeling it, but he lifts both his hands to gaze at how ordinary they are, too? Hm.] Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I'm still here.

robby, ritsu and mob | bad luck in feb

[centile]

[robby is unsurprisingly one of the first people mob calls to tell about ritsu. it's about as excited as he gets, just a rushed voice message along the lines of ritsu! he's here! he found him at the boardwalk, and it's obviously very important ritsu and robby meet. because robby is someone mob's grown to care about a lot, rely on. because ritsu is clever the way robby is and he thinks they'd get along.

because mob thinks they're both some of the coolest people he knows so surely they must meet. (because he worries about them both and would like to know they have someone else maybe around to look out for them when things get strange.)

the message ends with inviting robby over that night, if he wants. he's no doubt been to or at least seen the house makima, sunny and mob live in, a weirdly nice victorian style place in crenshaw. mob tells ritsu, of course, before going out to work with a promise of seeing him later.

totally normal. surely nothing weird would happen. just a nice, normal meeting between some teens. except the weird windstorm that seems to be kicking up. or how when robby does reach the house mob will show up around the same time, soaking wet and with a handkerchief to his nose since it seems to be bleeding.]

Hi Robby. [said with the nasal quality of a stuffed nose, since the whole blood thing. he moves to open the door regardless.]

[strongroots]

[ Oh shit, Mob's brother is here? Well someone is coming over with bags today. Because of the other blood thing, that doesn't happen to be coming out of Mob's nose (but also related, since warmblood bros). But sure, Robby doesn't mind spending the night over. It sounds like a fun time to spend with the younger guys, and he'll be polite to Miss Makima when and as he sees her.

But first, the door. And the bags that Robby's got by his feet when the door opens, a ] Hey--! [ starting, but kind of turning flaccid when he sees Mob's face. His brow furrows. ]

Uh, you okay?

[ Meanwhile, a dog head is poking out from one of the bags...... ]

Caramel Chocolate

[survivalthroughhate]

[Maul noticed when he was first followed. He'd been taught to keep a wary eye on his surroundings at all time during his harsh training, and besides, it wasn't as if Mob was really trying to hide or anything like that. He waited for a minute or two to see if he was just coincidentally going along the same path as Maul. When that didn't happen, he turned to look at the young man.]

Is everything alright?

[centile]

Yes. [mob answers without batting an eye, as if the following is somehow normal. it feels that way to him, he owes maul for... something? he just feels like it's very important he make sure maul is okay, and has whatever help mob can offer.

maybe later he'll reflect on how odd it all felt but for the moment it's the most natural thing in the world to blink up at him with something like admiration in his placid gaze.] Is there anything you need though? I can make it a little warmer, if you're cold.

robby and mob | bond stuff in late feb/early march

[centile]

[the ritual is kind of odd. it feels like the sort of stuff master would do and insist the show is part of the spiritual prowess, that strengthened the inner workings. he'd sweat a lot when saying that. his never had blood involved, usually salt.

this has a definite power to it. mob can feel it the whole time. he feels how it ties together, not unlike their auras being linked together by a string.

mob invites him to come to makima's house after so he can make them tea and they can... recover? something like that. it didn't hurt but it was kind of a lot. the way over robby can feel first hand what this bond is going to be like too. feelings seeping through- curiosity, a little nervousness, an even tinier bit of fear, a bit of warmth and happiness at the trust, at having someone he can trust. each bubble up only to get carefully reigned in when they start to spread a little too much, or when they've been noted and no longer are needed. he is trying to consider his emotions more lately.

just he has to be careful with them even so. that's just the way things are, especially here.

so usually it's a pretty bland baseline. robby would have to really dig to find everything churning under the surface of that, a fine tension beyond the calm. by the time they're in makima's kitchen he's now curiously poking a little at what he can feel from robby, fascinated to see how other people felt things. how people who had emotions not tied to anything felt things.

the kettle is put on. mob stands by the counter and decides,] This isn't bad. I was kind of worried it'd be really intense.

[strongroots]

[ It's...strange. Obviously. The ritual itself was bizarre, along with the appearance of the Doorway, but then--it's over with. Not exactly anticlimactic, because there's a nagging, light as it is, of...something there.

...but maybe Robby is worrying (or curious) if he's feeling anything at all, or if he's making up the oddities he perceives in his own head. Which leads to his own feedback: curiosity, some worry (about his own leaking feelings), some kind of anticipation for more. But once Robby can unravel his own emotions from Mob's, doesn't second-guess whose is whose and knows when the ones bumping around are his and real and not his imagination, he can respond a little better about them.

Yeah, this can't be called anticlimactic at all: when all you're doing is walking to someone's place, trying to give the emotional equivalent of a 'it's cool' when you sense any worry or nerves, and looking more your new bondmate's way than the path in front of you. That's a lot more than nothing.

But they make it to Mob's and Misses Makima's without incident. Robby can feel that poking around happening, and he isn't trying to really glean anything deeper from Mob himself: he's letting the poking happen, a curiosity in himself if there's anything really for Mob to find, when there's nothing but a calm enough complacency. They're standing at the kitchen counter waiting for tea--what does Mob think he's going to find?

--wait, did Mob just ask an actual question? ] Huh-- oh, yeah. Maybe it could be, if we tried.

[ But there's no particular ping of interest in that to say that Robby wants to. ]

mob and falco | bodyswap times

[centile]

[is falco ready for a weird day? because it's weird day time.

jun (jun's body) is probably easy to pick out for someone who knows him so well. maybe it's not immediately obvious anything is off, jun doesn't seem the expressive type and he certainly isn't right now, since mob has his face in such a bland, blank look as he stares up at the sky. absolutely just spacing out, completely unaware of the world around him.

jun's body isn't too strange at least, only a year younger than what mob is now used to but mob's always been a bit on the small side for his age anyway. the lack of powers, powers he's used to, the intense pressure of them and the way they paint the world in spirits and energy- that is weird. it's weird to stare up at the sky and see only clouds. it's weird to feel empty in this very particular way.

he's close to the roost, since he figured that'd be a good place to bring jun. jun... works there? he thinks? sorry, he's very out of it right now.]

[grice]

[ jun was always a presence for falco, and falco for jun. they were always kind of . . . there, in pain and in pleasures, in feeling and distance. falco always reaches out between their bond to let him know he's coming, that a warm beacon of skipping heartbeats is coming his way.

jun may already know it was a telltale sign that falco was going to get mushy sometime soon. that falco was on his way to be mushy. it was a good feeling all around to share— it felt like a fuzzy flutter of butterflies buzzing around the stomach, it felt warm in a way that warmed the core and brought simple, naive bliss.

soon enough, falco was coming up to him with his hands behind his back. ]

There you are.