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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;
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beengo
[ Whoa, hello intruder. Trahearne eyes Owen with surprise as he leans back, and it takes him a moment to catch up. Bingo? He's talking about bingo. ]
None of it has been particularly embarrassing. [ Honestly he was more flustered holding hands than he was with the banging. anyway. ] But it hasn't been boring either.
[ blink ]
Are you all right?
no subject
Why wouldn't I be alright?
[It's not like Trahearne knows about all four of his deaths, right? Though it's also not like Trahearne should care about that. Not everyone is a weirdo like Gaku or Otegine.]
It's sunny and disgustingly hot and now I have you to keep me company.
[Lucky for Trahearne.]
That's good, isn't it?
no subject
what the hell is going on ]
...I suppose it is.
[ If Trahearne counts as good? Not everyone likes the sun? Disgustingly hot didn't sound like a good thing--and now he's just overanalyzing one sentence.
Whatever. Moving on. ]
Did you need help with something?
[ was he asking about bingo?? ]
no subject
How kind of you to offer.
[What offer? Again, don't worry about it.]
I need to fill up a few of those squares. I don't really care about improving anything or pleasing the goddess, but it's probably less boring then talking to the birds all day.
[He's only recently been able to talk to them again, and he's annoyed by them already.]
no subject
[ Owen doesn't need to justify himself. He's right though--it is something to do.
Trahearne's already shifting to pull his out. ]
May I see your card, then? We may be able to help each other.
no subject
I’ll leave the picking up to you. I don’t care.
[Doesn’t care to get caught unable to read, that is. Not everyone is a weirdo like Gaku who won’t use it against him…!]
no subject
Trahearne holds his up beside Owen's, falling silent as he looks back and forth between them. There are a considerable number marked off already. ]
We have a few in common--paddleboat, for example. [ He doesn't know what that is, though. ]
But it might be smarter to combine. [ He points a thumb at one of his squares. ] I have "wine tasting," while you have "wine and dine." [ With his free hand, he points to that very square.
He looks at Owen, gauging him. ] What do you think?
no subject
Wine?
[Seriously… He doesn’t get the appeal of wine, some of it is so bitter and gross.]
Wine’s boring. Has wine even changed in the past three centuries?
[What’s the point of tasting a bunch? It’s all same-same but different… unless Trahearne is just trying to get him drunk? A bit crude, but… commendable.]
no subject
[ Trahearne eyes Owen curiously. He doesn't think it's really about the wine, more just something to do to get to know the other person. But if wine doesn't strike Owen's fancy, then they don't have to do it. ]
But I'm not particularly attached to the idea of wine. Is there something else you'd like to do, then?
[ He leans back a bit, giving Owen room to look at his card more closely. Go on, read :) ]
no subject
Are you attached to anything?
[This is entrapment. Sure, Owen set himself up for this, but he's still being entrapped. He doesn't deserve this.
The words on the card are as incomprehensible as Owen knew they would be, but... He can't lose. Not like this.]
Why not find out what those paddleboats are? Maybe they're dangerous.
no subject
Trahearne looks down at his card, back to Owen, and gives a slight shake of the head. He really isn't attached to any of this... It's just like a mild to-do list. He'll get to everything eventually...
Even paddleboats. He chuckles. ]
I would hope not. But even if they were, I'm certain we could handle them together.
[ He tucks away his card. ] Paddleboats it is, then. Shall we?
no subject
Also, he was hoping the boats were dangerous? Don't dash his dreams. Especially not like that. Is this some sort of Saturday morning cartoon even though Owen has no concept of what that even is?]
Sure. Let's get this over with. They're on that stupid lake with that stupid creature, right?
[Someone's going to drown. Maybe Owen will throw himself overboard and save them both from a headache.]
no subject
Anyway, Trahearne sets off in the direction of the lake. ]
I suppose they are.
[ Stupid creature...? ]
Stupid creature?
no subject
[He's going to follow, keeping pace with Trahearne. At least he's not a manlet like some other island residents...]
But it's green and it killed me, and then it called me creepy.
[Totally normal stuff.]
no subject
[ HUH??? ]
It killed you?
no subject
Do you really need me to elaborate?
[No.]
It cut my head off.
no subject
[ Trahearne looks at Owen's neck, then back up at him. ]
But you're alive.
[ ...Unless?? ]
no subject
[It’s a skill.]
But it’s still annoying.
no subject
...I can see why.
[ Well. This is an interesting fellow. Trahearne falls quiet for a second as he studies him.
The lake comes into view just ahead. Almost there. ]
I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name. I'm Trahearne.
no subject
Owen.
[The lake… Weird to see a lake without corpses to ferry.]
So, you’ll be fine when we go under, won’t you?
[There’s no way they’re going to not tip over and once they do it’s every nonhuman for themselves.]
no subject
I can swim, yes.
[ He tilts his head. ]
I doubt we'll tip over that easily. What makes you think we'll be going under?
[ Alarm bells should be going off in his head, but he's so fascinating. what's up with this guy. ]
no subject
I don’t trust that there won’t be interference.
[He did get his head cut off by the kappa, after all. He’s bitter.]
no subject
[ They can, like...paddle really fast away, right?
And speaking of paddling! They come to the boathouse, rows of paddleboats in all shapes and colors available for use come into view.
Trahearne takes the initiative to pick one and sets his hand proudly on it, turning to Owen with a smile. The boat...looks like it was patterned after the kappa. The sylvari is none the wiser. ]
Shall we?
no subject
No. We're not going to use one that looks like that horrific creature.
[Kappa/Owen won't be endgame, sorry Crescentview.
Owen will step by him, settling for one that is very basic if very pink.]
Why are there so many of them, anyways...
[How many people need to paddleboat?]
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[ Oops! He didn't know. Trahearne eyes the decorations curiously before following Owen into the pink one.
This is fine. He settles into his seat and rests his feet on the pedals, curiously observing how it works as he waits for the other to get in. ]
Perhaps they thought it would be a more popular pastime.
[ There sure are a ton sitting here...unused...on this lonely lake... ]