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🔪 i'm a fish inside a birdcage; open with some closed prompts
🔪 WHO: Akechi and anyone who chooses to tolerate him (I'm sorry).
🔪 WHAT: December Shenanigans
🔪 WHEN: Nebulously December, possibly into January, time is fake.
🔪 WHERE: Wherever, whenever, we're meant to... No, actually.
🔪 WARNINGS: Strong language, emotional constipation, Childe, Twister. Any NSFW will be tagged within the thread but it may happen. Also Kaeya and Akechi are making out, so that's a thing.
🔪 b-b-b-bingo!
[Frequently, Akechi can be found just about anywhere within Crescentview perched neatly on something chair-shaped. He has one leg folded over the other like a prick, one arm folded against his ribs and the elbow of the other resting on his wrist, allowing him to set his chin in his hand. It's a pretentious way to sit, but it's stable, and comfortable despite how it looks. He's poring over his Bingo card for the umpteenth time, and should anyone come within a five-foot radius of him, he snaps his head up.] For our mutual benefit, would you mind cross-referencing cards?
[He's made figurative copies of his card-- on the backs of old casework from his briefcase, he's hand-written out a few lists of squares, content to always ignore the smut squares when interacting with anyone. His penmanship is neat and concise, and there are occasional footnotes alongside them.]
🔪 mountainside farming
[He has no idea how to be a farmer. He has no idea how to be self-sufficient without the internet and a paycheck garnered from murder, he's realizing, but he does have a vague know-how of a variety of things included in farming. Planting seeds, for instance, he has some degree of understanding of. His farm is set away from others, blissfully allowing him solitude, but by no means unreachable or even remotely difficult to find. He's found some old shitty tools and an old shitty sun hat, and his slacks are rolled up to his knees. He's given up on his shirt entirely, given it's white, and his shoes and socks are somewhere out of eyesight, leaving him barefoot and shirtless attempting to tear up the earth for planting things with a rusted old backhoe. There is only so much his shitty little twink arms can handle, someone want to teach him proper technique?]
pt. 2; paddle boats. [Childe]
[At some point he's given up on tearing up his land, and is standing at the bank of a small lake near his farm. More specifically, he's staring at a paddle boat just chilling, rope-tied to a questionable dock. It's pretty gnarly, covered in grime and algae, but if there's one thing Goro is relatively decent at in household tasks, it's cleaning.]
[Tartaglia will find him scooping water in and out of the thing, the legs of his slacks still rolled up to his knees-- not that it really matters anymore, given he's basically swimming fully clothed. His hair is tied back with some kind of twine into a dinky-ass little ponytail, and he pauses with some manner of bucket half-poured into the second bucket seat of the boat to look up at the ginger.] Does your staring serve a purpose, or should I pretend you're less conspicuous? I don't believe we've met.
pt. 3; twister. [Lucia]
[He's yet to figure out how to solve the issue of proper lighting, so he's moved his bizarre find while dusting out to the front yard of his plot of land. Said bizarre find, as it happens, is a classic old game known as Twister, in a banged-up old square cardboard box. It's simple enough, the spin-board in tact and the mat suffering only a few questionable stains, and Goro is seated cross-legged beside the mat reading the instructions for what has to be the fourth time. It's a very straightforward game, but he keeps waiting for something to leap out at him from between the lines to make it more complicated.]
[Movement in his peripheral vision catches his attention and he angles his head toward it, but his eyes remain on the paper until he finishes the sentence he was in the middle of reading. His eyes then meet Lucia's, and after a beat of silence, she can likely see the gears in his little rat brain turning. A slow grin pulls his mouth crooked.] Care to test something with me?
🔪 wildcard
[Akechi spends most of his time at his farm to avoid others, trying to figure out how to make this whole farming thing work without being sociable or accepting, much less asking for, help. His plotting post can be found here, but I'm open for literally anything. I can make additional prompts or you can toss me whatever you like! Please harass my shitlord. :>b]
🔪 WHAT: December Shenanigans
🔪 WHEN: Nebulously December, possibly into January, time is fake.
🔪 WHERE: Wherever, whenever, we're meant to... No, actually.
🔪 WARNINGS: Strong language, emotional constipation, Childe, Twister. Any NSFW will be tagged within the thread but it may happen. Also Kaeya and Akechi are making out, so that's a thing.
🔪 b-b-b-bingo!
[Frequently, Akechi can be found just about anywhere within Crescentview perched neatly on something chair-shaped. He has one leg folded over the other like a prick, one arm folded against his ribs and the elbow of the other resting on his wrist, allowing him to set his chin in his hand. It's a pretentious way to sit, but it's stable, and comfortable despite how it looks. He's poring over his Bingo card for the umpteenth time, and should anyone come within a five-foot radius of him, he snaps his head up.] For our mutual benefit, would you mind cross-referencing cards?
[He's made figurative copies of his card-- on the backs of old casework from his briefcase, he's hand-written out a few lists of squares, content to always ignore the smut squares when interacting with anyone. His penmanship is neat and concise, and there are occasional footnotes alongside them.]
🔪 mountainside farming
[He has no idea how to be a farmer. He has no idea how to be self-sufficient without the internet and a paycheck garnered from murder, he's realizing, but he does have a vague know-how of a variety of things included in farming. Planting seeds, for instance, he has some degree of understanding of. His farm is set away from others, blissfully allowing him solitude, but by no means unreachable or even remotely difficult to find. He's found some old shitty tools and an old shitty sun hat, and his slacks are rolled up to his knees. He's given up on his shirt entirely, given it's white, and his shoes and socks are somewhere out of eyesight, leaving him barefoot and shirtless attempting to tear up the earth for planting things with a rusted old backhoe. There is only so much his shitty little twink arms can handle, someone want to teach him proper technique?]
pt. 2; paddle boats. [Childe]
[At some point he's given up on tearing up his land, and is standing at the bank of a small lake near his farm. More specifically, he's staring at a paddle boat just chilling, rope-tied to a questionable dock. It's pretty gnarly, covered in grime and algae, but if there's one thing Goro is relatively decent at in household tasks, it's cleaning.]
[Tartaglia will find him scooping water in and out of the thing, the legs of his slacks still rolled up to his knees-- not that it really matters anymore, given he's basically swimming fully clothed. His hair is tied back with some kind of twine into a dinky-ass little ponytail, and he pauses with some manner of bucket half-poured into the second bucket seat of the boat to look up at the ginger.] Does your staring serve a purpose, or should I pretend you're less conspicuous? I don't believe we've met.
pt. 3; twister. [Lucia]
[He's yet to figure out how to solve the issue of proper lighting, so he's moved his bizarre find while dusting out to the front yard of his plot of land. Said bizarre find, as it happens, is a classic old game known as Twister, in a banged-up old square cardboard box. It's simple enough, the spin-board in tact and the mat suffering only a few questionable stains, and Goro is seated cross-legged beside the mat reading the instructions for what has to be the fourth time. It's a very straightforward game, but he keeps waiting for something to leap out at him from between the lines to make it more complicated.]
[Movement in his peripheral vision catches his attention and he angles his head toward it, but his eyes remain on the paper until he finishes the sentence he was in the middle of reading. His eyes then meet Lucia's, and after a beat of silence, she can likely see the gears in his little rat brain turning. A slow grin pulls his mouth crooked.] Care to test something with me?
🔪 wildcard
[Akechi spends most of his time at his farm to avoid others, trying to figure out how to make this whole farming thing work without being sociable or accepting, much less asking for, help. His plotting post can be found here, but I'm open for literally anything. I can make additional prompts or you can toss me whatever you like! Please harass my shitlord. :>b]
a mix of both open prompts!!
...
He just kinda stands there, not sure if he should approach him or not. Hm... but then he eventually makes up his mind, claps once for Goro's attention, and waves at him again. ]
i sincerely have no idea why i wrote that whole tag in courier the first time
[The clap grabs his attention immediately and he turns sharply, not quite startled but certainly alert, and it takes him a moment of staring at Ellis to relax his shoulders at all. He nods to the wave and throws the hoe into the earth so it stands up where he leaves it, dusting his hands off and making his way toward Ellis. He speaks, despite knowing he won't be heard, but does so looking straight at him so his lips can be read.]
[He certainly hopes that's beneficial, he's never had to communicate with someone hearing impaired before.] Forgive the state of my land, I'm the type who could kill a succulent. [It's strange to be so openly forthcoming with information about a failing, given his penchant for posturing, but he sees no point in acting like he knows what the fuck he's doing when he very clearly does not.]
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It looks like you're working hard! It should be enough until you get more bingos to let the farm run itself.
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I know very little about farming, but I suppose I’m managing. [Barely.]
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[ He doesn't really need any more spaces to fill, so he doesn't mind just doing Goro's with him. ]
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I— it would be silly to say no, if you have the time.
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ellis keeps getting the cute icons of akechi what sorcery is this
It-- it's hardly a functional guest space, but... It feels rude to not invite you in.
the magic of cuteness
no kidding LOL
[Akechi, for his part, steps in after Ellis and just kind of... stands there, folding his hands together. He has no idea how to entertain, lord help him.]
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Oh. [Right, Bingo. He fishes out his card and offers it, uncertainly.]
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Ellis learned nothing in their first encounter. ]
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No, thank you, that is entirely unnecessary. There are several of these squares I have no intention of ever completing, the difficulty of farming without them be damned.
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Sorry. You can choose what would be easiest for you then.
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Thank you, [He leans more into his shoulders against the door, slumping slightly and pulling out his bingo card again, trying to find something-- anything that is a tolerable offense.]
[There isn't much! There really isn't much. Pillow Fight and Tell Jokes are the two least offensive options, but he doesn't know how to approach either of them, so his expression just continues to crease with existential exhaustion.] ...this is so stupid.
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I'm not allowing anyone to spoon feed me, I'm perfectly capable of feeding myself. The only remaining two that aren't completely out of the question are Pillow Fight and Tell Jokes, though I don't have many pillows and I have a terrible sense of humor. [He taps the squares in question as he mentions them, in case Ellis couldn't follow the amount of words he said.]
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Even though Ellis doesn't have the square himself, he writes on his notepad. He knows how it can be hard starting things yourself, so he'll try to help Akechi by starting off with his own. ]
What did one toilet say to another?
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[Not having any for most of your life will do that to a person.]
[It takes him a moment of frowning at the notepad for him to understand what Ellis is doing, but even then he just tilts his head and shakes it after a moment.] I've no idea.
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[ Haha.
Ha.
Anyway, it's Akechi's turn now. ]
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[Unfortunately the prompt is tell jokes, meaning he's supposed to respond in kind. He sits in pensive silence for a few minutes, trying to think of something even remotely funny to add. Unfortunately for Ellis, he goes with:] What's the difference between a bag of chips and a gun? [Akechi Jesus Christ.]
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Anyway. ]
Only one is usually full to max capacity.
[ Bag of chips are half air, half chips. At least guns can fully load bullets to their hold amount. ]
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When you pull one out in class, everyone wants to be your friend. I'm not sure I've ever had a full round of bullets in a gun, thinking on it. [Akechi please stop casually discussing your gun usage.]
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What do you shoot?
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SORRY I CLICKED ON ACCESS STUFF ACCIDENTALLY
MOOD TBH
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