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crescentview2023-01-11 06:36 am
sicklysweet) wrote in crescentview2023-01-11 06:36 am
✨summertime badness✨
Who: Owen, unfortunately, and others, also unfortunately.
What: DOG, also general catchall for the month including other bonuses and monthly things.
When: All summer, y’all.
Where: Nowhere is off-limits.
Warnings: Owen
walkies and gossip;
[When Owen wakes up that morning, he immediately realizes something is different. Or, well. Not different, necessarily - more like things have become a bit more like they’re supposed to be, because he hears the obnoxious bird outside the window and he can understand its overly cheerful morning greeting.
Which… of everything he could get back, this wouldn’t be his first choice. It’s kind of useless for most things, honestly, and he has absolutely no plans for being useful around any of the farms on the island. The bird laughs at him when he tells it to shut up, too, still keeping that cheery attitude, but at least when he steps out onto the porch he’s greeted by something that does brighten his mood.
Kind of. Honestly, he’s more confused now, but this is a step in the right direction. A small step, though the dog at Owen’s side as he makes the trek from the forest to the village isn’t precisely small. Its shoulders reach up to his knees, but with its awkward, gangly proportions it’s obvious it's just a puppy. With three heads and teeth that are larger and sharper than what any normal dog should have, and the connected spikes that hover over it like some sort of twisted halo, it’s very apparent this isn’t just a dog Owen picked up from the island. (There’s also a song accompanying Owen and Cerberus, but he’s trying not to be visibly annoyed.
When anyone crosses his path, Cerberus perks up and growls. It’s unclear whether he’s being protective or just… aggressive.]
You should be careful, or he’ll take a bite out of you.
[Said very cheerfully, like Owen wants to see someone get chomped. It’s probably a good thing Cain isn’t here.]
task board;
[Looking at the board is utterly, laughably pointless considering Owen can’t actually read anything on it, but he can still tell that it’s been changed since he first arrived. What those changes mean... Probably that there’s new inane tasks to do to appease the Goddess, because he vaguely remembers mentions of it. He really doesn’t know how doing mundane nonsense is empowering a spirit such as the Goddess…
But he also doesn’t really care. She’s a bitch, and he is absolutely not going to do anything to help her out. At least not intentionally… He frowns at the list of… something on the board, before huffing and leaning back, adjusting his hat and eyeing anyone else who came to doublecheck the tasks.]
Are you doing these to improve your farm or because you care about the Goddess’ strength?
[A loaded question to hopefully draw away from any questions for why he’s been staring so long so intently…]
bingo time;
[The task board has reminded him of another thing he’s been hearing about but hasn’t concerned himself with - bingo. What even is bingo? It sounds like something a Westerner would do, which means the thought of it already has given him a headache. There are squares on it, and text, and somehow two of his squares have been checked off? When did that happen…
Well. Whatever. That’s a mystery he will solve approximately never, because he has more important things to do. He can probably use this to make someone miserable, he thinks, because starting a task and then quitting at the end… The dissatisfaction would make doing something the Goddess tells him enjoyable, and so would duping someone into doing something for him…
It’s a perfect plan, and the best thing to do about it is to be forward and hope he can bluff his way through any questions about what tasks he has. He can just show people his card, right?]
What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve been asked to do?
[Hello, random citizen, have a wizard appearing next to you and leaning way too far into your space. Hope you don’t mind.]
Or did you get lucky and you’re only being asked to spend time with people in the most boring ways possible?
[Is this… helping?]
mean bitch beach vacation;
[The heat is miserable. Owen’s not a fan, which probably isn’t surprising when he comes from somewhere that snows as much as the North. He doesn’t even have the clothes Chloe made to keep cool with him, either, and is stuck with just his normal attire and what he can get in town, which… Sure, he could have chosen to wear shorter sleeves and shorter pants, but why would he expose his skin?
The waterfront does provide a nice bit of cool, ocean air though, and Owen is content to at least enjoy that even if he doesn’t enjoy the sun and sand. Or the water, either. Or the other people on the beach, even if he is mystified by them. So mystified he caves and asks one of the offworld residents that he vaguely kind of recognizes. There’s a lot of people on the island he doesn’t care enough about to keep distinguished from the rest.]
What’s a hot girl summer?
[Wizards versus modern language round: god only knows. He sounds more annoyed by this then is probably reasonable, too, as if hot girl summer has personally insulted him.]
wildcard;
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What: DOG, also general catchall for the month including other bonuses and monthly things.
When: All summer, y’all.
Where: Nowhere is off-limits.
Warnings: Owen
walkies and gossip;
[When Owen wakes up that morning, he immediately realizes something is different. Or, well. Not different, necessarily - more like things have become a bit more like they’re supposed to be, because he hears the obnoxious bird outside the window and he can understand its overly cheerful morning greeting.
Which… of everything he could get back, this wouldn’t be his first choice. It’s kind of useless for most things, honestly, and he has absolutely no plans for being useful around any of the farms on the island. The bird laughs at him when he tells it to shut up, too, still keeping that cheery attitude, but at least when he steps out onto the porch he’s greeted by something that does brighten his mood.
Kind of. Honestly, he’s more confused now, but this is a step in the right direction. A small step, though the dog at Owen’s side as he makes the trek from the forest to the village isn’t precisely small. Its shoulders reach up to his knees, but with its awkward, gangly proportions it’s obvious it's just a puppy. With three heads and teeth that are larger and sharper than what any normal dog should have, and the connected spikes that hover over it like some sort of twisted halo, it’s very apparent this isn’t just a dog Owen picked up from the island. (There’s also a song accompanying Owen and Cerberus, but he’s trying not to be visibly annoyed.
When anyone crosses his path, Cerberus perks up and growls. It’s unclear whether he’s being protective or just… aggressive.]
You should be careful, or he’ll take a bite out of you.
[Said very cheerfully, like Owen wants to see someone get chomped. It’s probably a good thing Cain isn’t here.]
task board;
[Looking at the board is utterly, laughably pointless considering Owen can’t actually read anything on it, but he can still tell that it’s been changed since he first arrived. What those changes mean... Probably that there’s new inane tasks to do to appease the Goddess, because he vaguely remembers mentions of it. He really doesn’t know how doing mundane nonsense is empowering a spirit such as the Goddess…
But he also doesn’t really care. She’s a bitch, and he is absolutely not going to do anything to help her out. At least not intentionally… He frowns at the list of… something on the board, before huffing and leaning back, adjusting his hat and eyeing anyone else who came to doublecheck the tasks.]
Are you doing these to improve your farm or because you care about the Goddess’ strength?
[A loaded question to hopefully draw away from any questions for why he’s been staring so long so intently…]
bingo time;
[The task board has reminded him of another thing he’s been hearing about but hasn’t concerned himself with - bingo. What even is bingo? It sounds like something a Westerner would do, which means the thought of it already has given him a headache. There are squares on it, and text, and somehow two of his squares have been checked off? When did that happen…
Well. Whatever. That’s a mystery he will solve approximately never, because he has more important things to do. He can probably use this to make someone miserable, he thinks, because starting a task and then quitting at the end… The dissatisfaction would make doing something the Goddess tells him enjoyable, and so would duping someone into doing something for him…
It’s a perfect plan, and the best thing to do about it is to be forward and hope he can bluff his way through any questions about what tasks he has. He can just show people his card, right?]
What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve been asked to do?
[Hello, random citizen, have a wizard appearing next to you and leaning way too far into your space. Hope you don’t mind.]
Or did you get lucky and you’re only being asked to spend time with people in the most boring ways possible?
[Is this… helping?]
mean bitch beach vacation;
[The heat is miserable. Owen’s not a fan, which probably isn’t surprising when he comes from somewhere that snows as much as the North. He doesn’t even have the clothes Chloe made to keep cool with him, either, and is stuck with just his normal attire and what he can get in town, which… Sure, he could have chosen to wear shorter sleeves and shorter pants, but why would he expose his skin?
The waterfront does provide a nice bit of cool, ocean air though, and Owen is content to at least enjoy that even if he doesn’t enjoy the sun and sand. Or the water, either. Or the other people on the beach, even if he is mystified by them. So mystified he caves and asks one of the offworld residents that he vaguely kind of recognizes. There’s a lot of people on the island he doesn’t care enough about to keep distinguished from the rest.]
What’s a hot girl summer?
[Wizards versus modern language round: god only knows. He sounds more annoyed by this then is probably reasonable, too, as if hot girl summer has personally insulted him.]
wildcard;
[Standard procedure! I don’t have a plotting comment at the moment and some other AC bonuses to get out, so I will update this if/when I make one! Otherwise you can reach me on Discord,
bingo time
[Oh, whoah there, there's someone getting into his space. Steinbeck blinks, surprised but not really flummoxed, as he glances between himself and the wizard now occupying his personal space.]
Well. Um. I mean, it hasn't been terribly exciting, but I guess I kind of like when things are on the down-low...
[Noticeably not answering the other question.]
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He has definitely noticed that question being ignored, though!]
Aren't you bored?
[Don't you wanna go apeshit?]
But hey, that's not all I asked. You've got something horrid and filthy on your card, don't you?
[He doesn't even know smut squares exist but by god can he jump to conclusions after witnessing everything that went down at Hot or Not.]
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[And that question makes him pause, before a smirk crosses his face.]
Why are you asking? Want to see?
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[He actually doesn't care that much about the state of his farm, but. That's fine. Nobody needs to know about that!!]
There's no fun seeing something appealing only to have it taken away, is there?
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[He says it so lightly, he could be talking about the weather.]
There's no fun to it at all, no. Could make a man mad, actually.
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He's used to creepy, but most of the creeps he knows aren't so friendly. Gross.]
I'm looking forward to seeing someone go mad, but I think some of those who have come and gone from this place are already too far gone.
[Anyways. While they're very rapidly reaching a territory where his inability to read is outed...]
Well, then. Let's see what you have.
[Don't worry about what Owen has.]
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You want to see something like that? And what do you mean, "come and gone"?
[He looks intrigued, even as he pulls out his bingo square.]
Want to trade a square for a square? If you show me one, I'll show you one.
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It would be entertaining. And I mean new people show up whenever, and some people seem to fade into obscurity. Strange, isn't it?
[It's not like they're dying or necessarily disappearing forever, but new people just showing up is weird.
Anyways, enough about the fourth wall.]
Fine. But I get to pick which one I want to do.
[Is he going to pick at random?
Absolutely.
Either way, he's holding a ratty suitcase now. Don't worry about it. He does pull his bingo card from it, though. Much more convenient then pockets.]
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[Hmm.]
[But sure, bingo card time! He pulls his out completely, though he's already glancing over the other's and that.....suitcase. Wait.]
...Where did that come from? [????] Anyways, choose away.
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[He should be more specific, especially because once Owen is done with the suitcase it disappears again.
Time to look at the card, which. Yep. Sure can't comprehend any of that, so he musters up as much fake confidence as he can (which is significant, considering how arrogant he is by default), and points at... Gags.]
That should be fine.
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[........................Okay.]
[It's gone.]
[Time to look at what he chose-! Which is...]
Hm. [Hm! He stares at it for a moment, before turning back to Owen with a lazy, wide smile.] Someone's adventurous. And we don't even know each other's name yet. I guess that won't matter if either of us will be silenced...
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It serves it's purpose.
[Which is an answer. He also has no idea what he's picked, and the reaction makes him suspicious... Unfortunately, he's not about to back down even with such a questionable response, because he's too stupid to turn back from a bad decision. Silenced...?]
If you care about it that much, it's Owen. This isn't even a big deal, so there's not really anything adventurous about it.
[It's too late to back out even if it's absolutely not too late. He's stubborn and will not admit defeat.]
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Nice to meet ya, Owen. The name's John Steinbeck.
[A cheerful little smile!]
Oh, so you've done it before? What do you typically use?
[For the gags, he means.]
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Likewise.
[Is it nice… That remains to be seen, as Owen tries to piece together context clues. One of them being silenced… Adventurous… That’s about all he has to go off of, combined with the nature of this place…
Well. How many things could he be talking about? (It’s probably lewd. Right?)]
Spells, usually. It’s nice to have silence but still get use out of someone’s mouth.
[He’s going to run with the lewd assumption based on how Steinbeck replies. It’s probably a good thing he’s not actually opposed to no strings attached so he won’t explode from chastity.]
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Spells, huh? That makes you sound like some kind of wizard. [He tilts his head back, a little more amused now as his gaze flicks over the other.] I guess that's a good point.
[A pause.]
Though that seems to suggest you like to do the silencing. Has anyone ever done it for you?
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[Being a wizard isn’t a joke, Steinbeck! It’s serious. Deadly serious.]
Nobody’s ever been able to convince me. They’ve always failed to make it sound appealing, so it was always better to shut them up and take control.
[Which, to be fair, there’s an actual reason he wouldn’t want to let just anyone silence him. The unfortunate reality of being a verbal caster… Can’t trust most people.
At least when you have taste like Owen’s.]
Do you think you could manage?
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[He's still all smiles, though...is he really taking this seriously....]
Mm. [And a slow look up and down.] Everyone has their weak points. And sometimes, people in charge want someone to show them the reins every once in a while. You wouldn't want to get bored, would you?
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[Not that he needs a wand when he has his suitcase, but if that’s what Steinbeck’s into. He doesn’t even know anyone who uses a wand, but he’s pretty sure Steinbeck is taking him as seriously as everyone else on the island.
It’s fine. His ego can handle it.]
So if I gave you the reins, you’d keep me entertained? Or are you all bark and no bite? It would be a shame if you’re just putting on an act.
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[Batting his eyelashes a little, as if to emphasize the "cute" part. He's just a babyfaced young man from next door, here, what's up?]
Depends on which act you think I'm putting on. Either way... [And he's reaching up to grasp the front of the man's shirt, giving it a little tug.] That's not half a bad idea. I'd like to see how you bark.
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If I were to put money on it... You're a cruel man, under all your rural charm.
[Which isn't exactly an answer, but whatever. Close enough.]
Lucky for you, I like cruel men.
[is steinbeck really lucky tho...]
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[His smile curls around his face, like the edge of a knife.]
Maybe you'll have to find out if your guess is true. I'm guessing you're a cruel man yourself.
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I’m only as cruel as people want me to be.
[So, yes, he absolutely is cruel and unhinged at the best of times.]
Maybe we’re one and the same, like that.
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Then perhaps we should give ourselves permission to be very cruel, indeed.
[He'll be a bit bold, moving to nip at the other's jawline.]
If you're up for it, that is.
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Perhaps it would be crueler to leave you high and dry.
[Hopefully Steinbeck isn’t put off by the fact his skin is cool to the touch - he's not just someone with cold hands, everything about him being so cold it doesn't feel like touching someone that's alive.]
Though I would be lying if I said it wasn't up for it. I would hate to miss out on the worst you have to offer.
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[If you thought the cold would be off-putting, its not - Steinbeck seems a little curious, but it only seems to push him all the more.]
[Owen is not the only one he knows who's a cold-blooded guy, after all.]
You'll have to earn it. Give me your worst, and I'll give it back. Like payment. [A little throaty laugh as he reaches up to grab some of that hair, tug it a little.] It's only fair, right?