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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
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I'll go with Mob, then. Nicknames can be easier, and you're ...right about the addressing. A lot of honorifics and titles and well, I keep a list in my Omni so I don't fu---
[mike.]
---screw it up.
[it's okay. a lot of the koz kids call him mister mike. he's fine with anything, really. his grumbling on that front is 100% fake.]
Well, there's a group of guys I hang with sometimes [it feels weird to even say this.] ...Jin Guangyao, his ah ...Lan Xichen, and A-Shen, and um, Nie Huaisang's in that group, too. Duty. [this is hard!] Daniel LaRusso. Cheryl, and well, Chloe and I like to trade bad hats, so I guess that counts.
[that many? how? how? he's probably forgetting someone. let him stress for a moment over that whilst one pigeon lets out a whinny as it sprouts two hoofed legs - its own feel already transformed. that's a pega(sus)pigeon now.]
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incredible save. everyone is deeply impressed.] Should I call you Mike then? Or Mister Mike? [furthering the koz orphans agenda apparently.
he brightens a little when daniel is brought up.] You know Sensei Larusso? I joined his dojo. He's really kind, and good at cooking.
[he is glad to hear so many people on that list though, and daniel, who mob thinks is great. clearly mike is looked after. he'd ask about the hat thing but
well.
there's a pigeon thing happening that demands his attention. mob's seen a lot of weird ass shit in his life so he doesn't startle, but he can accept this is like. this is pretty high on the weird shit scale. this is a solid 7 at least. more so than the other pigeon who looks pretty normal besides a pair of cat ears.
until it opens it's beak and instead of cooing it goes 'nya.' mob watches this a moment before turning to mike.]
I don't think they should have any more peanut butter.
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Either or, just don't call me late for dinner. [it's a reliable dad ...statement. not even a joke. he's said this before to people. what a predictable standby.] I might have joined that dojo just for the fluffy panca----
----ah. Wow. That's...
[if that's what happens with peanut butter then better not to give them anything else. did it just nya? yes. this is happening. it's high on the weird shit scale, and mike's seen a lot of weird shit - but this is possible weirder because it doesn't seem dangerous ...yet. it's just fucking bizarre. no time to get muddled up with "oh no this is life threatening". just 95% weird and 5% funny. the percentage of funny seems to be growing.]
...nope, maybe not. At least we didn't get them wet or feed them peanut butter after midnight.