December/spring catch-all

[feralheart]

WHO: M-21 and anyone!
WHAT: Open + catchall
WHEN: All spring
WHERE: All over the island
WARNINGS: none, TBA if needed. Plotting here!


i. what do you mean 'consequences'

[ On one specific, highly cursed day this month, M-21 can be found lurking forlornly outside the island's little clinic. An internal war seems to be going on; he takes a grudging step towards the doors, then stalks away again. As if unaware he's doing it, he reaches down to rub irritably at his lower back. Maybe someone's a little less suited for farm work than everyone else? ]

This is so stupid.

[ He shoots a mutinous look up at the sky like he'd like to direct a complaint right to the management but doesn't quite dare. Then he's back to his pacing, with an occasional sideways glance thrown in towards the vet. Or he can be found draped somewhat pathetically over the nearest fence-shaped thing he can find, apparently no longer willing to move.

Help. ]

ii. like herding cats

[ On days when the weather is sunny and cooperative, despite all complaints, M-21 is hard at work in his fields. Reluctant concessions to farmcore have been made to spare what's left of his suit, and a sturdy pair of farming gloves covering his hands well past the wrist spare what's left of his palms from the sub-par farming tools. Things are coming in pretty nicely, especially the new stand of trees. They're full-grown and leafy and already showing a crop of... one fluffy orange kitten with oversized paws perched on a branch, chirruping furiously. ]

You got yourself up there.

[ Rescue? Or wait another few seconds to catch M-21 sighing and stripping off his gloves as he goes to climb a tree for what appears to be the five hundredth time that day. ]

iii. wildcard

[ Catch me on my planning link or PM if you want a starter! I welcome any and all bingos or just chaos. Or just hit me with anything, he'll be Around. ]

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WILDCARD

[framestory]

[ Ellis is here at the beach, sitting on several towels that are lied over the sand. The sunset is soon and he's been waiting for M-21 here after coordinating a time and location for their meeting. He has a book in front of him and a notepad too, looking at the waves coming in and out. ]

<3!

[feralheart]

[ M-21 probably should have asked if this was a date first, not that he'd have any more idea how to prepare if it was. After an annoying amount of waffling over whether or not to bring something, he's secured one bottle of some kind of bubbly cider. He doesn't even know if Ellis drinks, or what he likes. Maybe it'll count as a new experience?

He's really not familiar with the sense of nerves coming over him as he makes his way towards where Ellis sits on the sand. ]

Hey.

[framestory]

[ Ellis looks over at M-21 and smiles, waving when he makes his way there. He eyes the bottle of cider and wonders if it's wine. He's not very familiar with cider and whether it has alcohol in it. ]

[feralheart]

[ Neither is M-21... There's a little alcohol in this one, although less than a wine. Probably a safe enough gamble for M-21 if he ends up having to drink the whole thing himself. But he smiles back reflexively at the sight of Ellis' expression and flops himself down next to him on the towel. ]

Seems like I kept you waiting. My bad.

[framestory]

[ He shakes his head no. It's a good thing M-21 took the lesser alcoholic version, because Ellis is quite frankly, terrible with alcohol. He closes his book and starts writing on his notepad now. ]

I wanted to ask you some questions. You don't have to answer them if you don't want to.

[feralheart]

[ He takes his time to consider that one, staring out at the water for a bit. 'Questions' rarely means anything good, in his experience. But the situation is a little different here. He finally gives a nod. ]

You can ask. We'll see if I need to open this first.

[framestory]

[ Ellis nods and looks down at the bottle. What should they use... Ellis looks out at the beach and grabs a shell to give M-21. ]

[feralheart]

[ ...This looks kind of frail for the job. But it's not like he doesn't have claws if it fails. He gives a little snrk of amusement and accepts it to work on getting the bottle open. ]

Thanks.

[framestory]

[ Ellis nods again and looks at M-21 try to open the bottle. Will the shell work?! ]

[feralheart]

[ M-21 rolls an 8, so... the shell chips part of the top before the top wins and it snaps. M-21 clicks his tongue in annoyance. ]

...Look away a second?

[framestory]

[ ????

Ellis doesn't get it, but he turns away. Good thing M-21 doesn't have to worry about covering sounds either. ]

[feralheart]

[ I'm crying that M-21 still hasn't even realized that

Anyway his claws roll a 19 against the bottle, as they ought. He spears one claw very neatly through the top and drops it onto the sand before retracting them again. ]

Alright. Got it.

[framestory]

[ Meanwhile, Ellis is fiddling with his thumbs and looking out at the scene before him as he waits. M-21 only spoke, so Ellis doesn't know................ ]

[feralheart]

[ Hm. Hmmm. Tentatively he reaches over to tap Ellis' shoulder lightly. Spacing out there? ]

[framestory]

[ Ellis doesn't jolt, but he turns around when M-21 taps on his shoulder. He tries to look for anything that might have changed... the bottle is open! ]

[feralheart]

[ That worked! One(1) seed of understanding has now been planted in M-21's mind, to sprout... maybe. He offers the bottle over to Ellis with a tiny smug smile. ]

Here. It's supposed to be pear. Wanna try, before you ask?

[framestory]

[ Ellis nods. He has a pear tree at his farm because he heard pears were refreshing, so he'd definitely want to try pear cider. He looks around for cups. ]

[feralheart]

[ M-21 might not have had the foresight for a bottle opener, but he wasn't brave enough to share the bottle. He pulls two small stacked cups out of his overstuffed pocket to offer Ellis. ]

[framestory]

[ That's a shame because Ellis wouldn't have thought anything of it. He takes the cup and pours himself some of the pear cider. Ellis briefly wonders if he has to swerve this too, but then he just drinks it. MMmmmmmm...

He gives M-21 a thumbs up. ]

[feralheart]

[ M-21 is a coward with no game. But he does have his own cup of cider now, so that's not nothing. And Ellis likes it, so. ]

Good. That's lucky. Didn't know what you liked.

[framestory]

[ He writes on his notepad after drinking some more. ]

I'm not very picky.

[feralheart]

Yeah. Figured... it might be new either way.

[ So he'll stop fidgeting with his cup and try some too. ...Not bad, yeah. But he's not picky either. ]

[framestory]

[ Ellis likes new things, so he pours himself some more. It's better than he expected. It just feels like pear soda. But right, questions. He looks over at the horizon before writing some more on the notepad. ]

What do you think about stars? Is stargazing fun?

[feralheart]

[ Huh. Easier questions than he expected. M-21 tilts his head back thoughtfully to look up at the sky, although it's too early for the stars to be out yet properly. ]

Hadn't really thought about it much. You can't see them too well in the city. But... I like the outdoors. It feels free. So I guess I wouldn't mind trying it. What about you?

[framestory]

[ Ellis just thinks they're sparkling dots in the sky, but people seem so enamored with the idea of stars and romanticizing them. He just doesn't see the point, but he pretend that he's in awe from time to time. ]

I just wanted to know what you thought about it. A lot of people seem to like it here.