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deercountry2023-02-01 06:28 pm
centile) wrote in deercountry2023-02-01 06:28 pm
feb catchall with some open prompts
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![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
dichotomy
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
no subject
the answer to that question is sweet (and sad, since this pal tends towards that.) ]
I suppose I can understand better now. There is something to having a partner in life you can trust to have your back. [and pal would have known that from a young age, given cam, who is hm, a complicated subject he won't bring up and just let linger in the spaces between their conversation instead.] Work was always more important. And then, of course, time wasn't on my side.
[no longer a bitter thing, given the shiny new lungs. he shakes his head at poetry.] You mean you snipe about it then make out? [he has your number... from what little he's seen/recalls at least.]
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[He's just commiserating, honest, this is not more sulking despite how everything he says carries a thin film of Sulk over it. There was never enough time to help Dulcinea, there was never enough time to protect Cam, there will never be enough time to amend his myriad mistakes... no, time is a bitch. They agree on that much.]
Now, before I ask what the two of you got up to in there&madsh; [he points a wiggling index finger at Viktor, indicating, you know, his chest. up there in the lungs. it's got to be different from what his mean robot bf has up in there, he'll get to this,] I know I don't need to tell you of all people precisely how frisky the proper combination of you and I can get in a laboratory setting.
[Universal Pal truths: says words like frisky unironically.]
So: of course, but I prefer "banter." What are your lungs made of now?
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the finger wiggling makes that turn to a soft snort, lips quirking further at the rest.] Yes, that is true. Have you two been kicked out of the Red yet?
[he'd love to hear robot viktor had to suffer the same bullshit, honestly. is getting frisky in a storage closet universal.]
I can show you our notes if you'd like, but this- [a gesture to his chest.] -is quite the combination of necromancy, blood magic and Hextech. Your counterpart did the surgery, of course. He was very proud of some of his solutions. He does enjoy a challenge.