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January/Summer catch-all

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

i. message in a bottle (beginning of month)

[ M-21 can be found at the memo board leaving his incredibly compelling self-advertisement-slash-transparent attempt at cheating. He's also lingering a little over the response to another one before he takes it with him. Catch him in the act, or take him up on his proposition!

Threads using the "compelled to speak the truth" event happen before Jan 7. ]

ii. rain on the beach (Jan 10)

[ Possibly M-21 did not understand the assignment to exercise with a partner. Possibly he's just getting in his laps industriously, proving why he counts for the "works out five times a week" scavenger hunt option. Either way, a little rain isn't going to slow him down any. He's jogging contentedly along the beach with absolutely no regard to how annoying running in sand is, or the rain that should be soaking him.

Probably because there's a localized sunbeam around just him. The smugger he gets about this, the brighter it seems to shine. Does this mean the goddess made up with him? He has no idea, but he's going to bask in it while it lasts. Anyone approaching will get a relatively good-natured nod. ]

You coming?

iii. wildcard

[ Catch me on my planning/PM/discord if you want a starter! ]

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Wait, what's your name—

[ Oh. He really said exit stage left. She tries to put her coffee on the nearest flat surface she can find so that she can leap out of bed before he can just run off...

Except that she gets all tangled up in the sheets and basically falls out of it and onto her face, instead. ]

Oof—!

[ Wait, was that a thump? It doesn't take preternatural werewolf hearing to pick up on that. M-21 will just backpedal at reduced speed and poke his head back into the bedroom. ]

...You okay?

[ He's not quite sure if that one was his fault. But he's leaning over to offer her a hand up in any case. ]

[ With her face still pressed to the floor, she groans, and her voice is muffled when she responds: ]

I'm fine!

[ But she does angle her head up to look at him when she senses that he's come back, casting him an apologetic and. Well, embarrassed look. But she manages to steel herself enough to take his hand and ask her question again. ]

What's your name?

[ They might be more or less even on the embarrassment scales now, so M-21 won't tip the balance by commenting on her ignoble loss to blankets. He gives her a careful tug upwards — even human strength would be plenty for a little thing like her, probably. ]

M-21. [ Easy enough to remember, given that it's tattooed on the inside of his left wrist right above where her hand is gripped in his. ] Yours?

[ Up she goes, easy and steady, and she kicks the blankets away lest she lose to them again... ]

M-21.

[ What a unique name! She's not heard of someone with numbers in their name that wasn't, like "someone" the "third," or whatever.

Conveniently, their hands are already joined from having to help her up, so she goes ahead and gives it a firm shake. It's then that she notices the marking on his wrist with his name on it, and she can't help but brush her thumb over it as if to see if really is like a tattoo.

But— Right. Introductions! ]

Oriphi. But you can just call me Ori!

[ It's a plain enough tattoo, albeit lacking the M because my memory is apparently terrible when away from reference pictures. He startles a tiny bit when she touches it — no displeasure, but simple surprise at the contact.

The moment of bemusement means he returns the handshake a second late, and then he's left still holding her hand as the thought processes work their way on through. ]

Ori. I can remember that.

[ And it'll be in the brochures anyway, most likely. He finally remembers himself enough to let go of her hand, stepping back to give her space, albeit half-braced to lunge and catch her again. ]

...Maybe you should wake up first.

[ Maybe he should make more coffee? He could make more coffee. ]

[ Ori doesn't think too much of the way their little handshake lingers, overly friendly as she is, and she's all smiles even when he steps away. ]

Oh, I'm a morning person, so I'm definitely awake! But you know, maybe you and I ought to have breakfast so we can do our best around the farm!

[ Now M-21 has more concerns rather than less about the hazards everyday farm life might present to her. But her suggestion is logical, so he gives it a little nod and turns to lead the way to the kitchen. ]

Probably a good idea. We have... fruit. And ramen.

[ Also raw turnips but he's really not recommending that one anymore. ]

[ It takes her a moment to even remember what ramen is. But she's had it before, while traveling the world, she's pretty sure...

She is also pretty sure that doesn't quite do it as far as breakfast items go. ]

... Have you only been eating fruits and ramen the whole time you've been here, M-21...?

Of course not. First harvest didn't come in for two weeks.

[ Is that making the situation better? Don't worry about it. In point of fact, their kitchen now also contains a handful of other staples! ...It's mostly rice. And some eggs.

He continues, in tones of unassailable self-defense: ]

There's a lot of different ramen flavors.

[ She just looks... concerned. Very concerned. She understands that proper meals aren't always possible, especially having lived the life of an adventurer, but... ]

... Show me to the kitchen?

[ He's got the sneaking suspicion he perceives judgment in that look, so he trots a little ahead of her to show the way. If he doesn't see it, it can't reach him. ]

Alright. Things were a mess when the goddess first brought us here.

[ Translation: this represents an improvement. The kitchen itself is now clean and upgraded, complete with nice fridge and oven and counter space. Even if some of said counter space is taken up by the threatened bowls of harvested apples and pears. And--of course--the instant ramen. ]

[ She will, of course, follow dutifully! ]

Is that so? You've been hard at work, then!

[ Only that when they arrive to the kitchen, she sees a giant box there. Which is to say, she walks up to the fridge. It almost looks like an icebox, but? ]

What is this?

[ And then she opens it. What does she find!? ]

[ Praise? That was definitely praise. M-21 perks up a little, almost imperceptibly. He's a good boy. ]

Your world doesn't have this kind of technology? I can show you how it works. It's mostly just the fridge and the stove. And the TV.

[ She finds... produce! A menacing amount of potatoes and turnips. Some cabbage. Strawberries and cherries, eggs (he doesn't know if they go in the fridge but they do now), milk. There's also a bowl of leftover dumpling filling that he miraculously rolled a 19 for, meaning: very edible, and some lumpy dough for dumpling wrappers that he did not roll a 19 for, jammed to the back like he's hiding his sins. ]

[ So he likes to be praised... noted ]

Oh, I mean, we have iceboxes like this, but... I don't see the ice? Is it being powered by magic? The stove looks familiar, though...

[ Oh, this is actually more than she thought there would be, given what he'd said earlier. Unfortunately, she rolled a 6 for investigating and the sinful dumpling wrappers remain undetected (for now). Carefully, she takes the eggs and a potato out, as well as some milk. ]

Let's make an omelette! By the way, what's a "teevee?" More kitchen technology?

[ M-21's sins live another day. Will he remember to dispose of them before she gets a another chance? An adventure for next time. ]

Electricity. I think. Unless the goddess is running all of this.

[ Given direction, he rolls up his sleeves and starts retrieving things from the cupboards for her. An omelette probably needs a pan, right? A bowl. A cutting board. He can make some reasonable guesses. ]

She really pulls people from all over. TV's for watching things on. Movies... uh, like plays?

[ Or will it turn into a tiny monstrosity in their fridge? Only time will tell!

Those reasonable guesses are right on the money, and incredibly appreciated especially for anything that might be stored somewhere... higher up...

She sets their ingredients down on a counter, and then retrieves... a knife! ]

That sounds like fun. I really like watching plays, so I suppose I would enjoy watching TV, too!

[ Just gonna wash this potato quick and then start peeling it... ]

Would you like to beat the eggs?

[ Place bets now on whether M-21 will realize he might need to rearrange the cabinets. Maybe if he catches her climbing them. ]

There's not much on it, but...

[ Ah, a task! That's better than standing around uselessly watching her wield a knife. He nods and grabs the bowl. ]

Alright. How many you need?

[ Hopefully "whipped into absolute foam" is the way to go, because moderating his strength is still a work in progress. ]

[ Either that, or he suddenly finds a flowery bear in the kitchen trying to get to the top shelves... ]

Hmm, let's go with four eggs.

[ In the meantime, she's doing her peeling the potato thing, after which she starts slicing them into chunks. But she can't help but peer at M-21 working on the eggs because, if he is actually whipping them at max speed she's going to quickly put the knife down and try to still his hand. ]

H—Hold on, that's a bit aggressive, don't you think?

[ This isn't even his max speed! But he goes guiltily still the second she reaches for him, and looks between the eggs and her hand with a question in his eyes. ]

...How hard am I supposed to do it?

[ Maybe he should have preemptively volunteered for the chopping. Although she's pretty quick with a knife. ]

Like this...

[ Gently, she tries to guide his hand that's holding the whisk in a much slower movement... ]

See? The eggs become dense if you beat them too much. Just do this for a little bit more, and I think it'll be good.

[ And with that, she smiles and then gets back to the potatoes! ]

Edited 2023-01-12 05:28 (UTC)

[ More handholding... He's gotten a lot more used to people touching him since he arrived here, so he's only staring a little. He's absorbing her teaching, anyway. ]

Alright. Got it. [ Maybe he even does got it. He's being very careful now. ] You cook a lot?

[ The "more than him" threshold is so low. ]

[ Exactly, it's for science!! But she smiles as she watches him take her direction. ]

I do, but rarely in an actual kitchen like this... I'm usually on the road traveling, so most of the time I'm cooking over a bonfire!

[ But wait, hold on. There is something... that is somewhere that it shouldn't be. She puts both potato and knife down before. Um. Reaching down—

she pulls her bingo card out of her cleavage. ]

...Um? What is this?

Traveling? What for?

[ He's staring intently at the eggs to make sure he doesn't overdo it this time, but he looks up when she puts the knife down--is he doing it wrong again?--just in time to watch her fishing stuff out of

uh

werewolf.exe is rebooting. ]

Uh. [ Don't say 'cleavage,' don't say 'cleavage'. Definitely not what she was asking. ] B... B-bingo card. From the goddess.

[ Alas, maybe we'll never get to hear Ori's would-be answer to M-21's question about her traveling. She is completely unaware of his rebooting, too, because she's just scanning all of her squares on the card. ]

From the goddess...? Are we supposed to complete these activities, then? Oh, look, we're already cooking together!

[ However, she's not even sure what some of these mean. She's never heard of a "Twister" game. And more than that— ]

Ph— Phone sex!? [ followed soon by: ] What is a "phone!?"

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sorry for vanishing!! I had visitors

no worries! hope you had a good time! ♥︎

♥︎!!!

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i'm so sorry about this

NEVER BE SORRY I'M STILL LAUGHING

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