🌸 be not defeated by the rain 🌸

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🌸WHO: Otegine and many others
🌸WHAT: Closed prompts for hurricane + cleanup, open threads for bonus AC effects
🌸WHEN: Summer 16 - Summer End
🌸WHERE: Various
🌸WARNINGS: mild NSFW conversation

Called useless by all
Neither praised
Nor a bother
Such is the person
I wish to be
Hit up plotting or my contacts if you would like a closed starter!

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[chronosynthesis]

Got it! [While the kettle is heating up, he'll stretch up on his toes to get that cabinet open and pull out the box of tea sweets. He can dump them on a plate for everyone.]

[sicklysweet]

[But snacks tho…]

I can just walk around naked.

[Nobody wants that. Mostly Owen doesn’t want that, honestly, so he’ll grumble and follow Otegine to the bedroom. As soon as he’s in, the layers are coming off regardless of if the door’s closed or not. Coat, jacket, shirt, tie, pants… Why is he wearing this much clothing in the summer, anyways?]

You don’t even have pants that will fit me, so it’s basically the same thing.

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[How are you not dying of heat stroke, my dude.

He doesn't bother to close the door completely - modesty is just a polite myth in this house when nobody is human, anyway - but he does at least keep his eyes turned away when he's seeing more skin than not, stripping off his own soaked shirt as he digs for a pair of sweatpants and a tee to drop on the bed closest to Owen, scooping up the fabric being shed and waiting a little awkwardly until he thinks he has most of it.]

Those should have a drawstring you can use, at least. I know it won't fit great, but... it's better to have something dry on you, isn't it? [It's all said with his head politely turned to the side, though he clears his throat to try and excuse himself.]

...Try to dry yourself off a little, okay? I'm gonna go work on hanging this all up.

[Don't mind him coming back out to the living area, Syr, still sopping wet, but now without a shirt and an armload of clothing, deposited carefully to the side as he looks for their washbasin and drying rack. Normally he'd set this up outside with the clothesline, but lmao... not happening.]

I hope it's a long time before I ever have to be this soaked again. [Remarked towards Syrlya in the kichen, as Otegine moves everything closer towards the fireplace.] Ugh. It never stops being a pain...

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[By the time Otegine returns, Syrlya is setting down three cups and the plate of cookies at the table.

He looks up, an amused smile faintly tugging at his lips.] You should probably get a towel as well. As for your clothes, why not hang them in the bathroom?

[sicklysweet]

[What, do you expect Owen to show off his bare arms like a cheap slut? He's a luxury few can tolerate! It'll take more then just the summer heat to get his clothes off, and natural disasters fall under that umbrella.

Everything about this is a disaster.

Still, clothes are clothes, even if he ultimately decides he's not going to spend the rest of the night tripping over himself in pants that are way too long and ends up just emerging wearing one of Otegine's shirts like a dress.]

So now can I finally have that tea?

[He doesn't care about anything but snacks. Who cares if Otegine is still wet!!]

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[Sir where are your pants

Otegine's face colors a bit when Owen comes back around the corner still half naked, but he shrugs it off with a sigh, shaking his head towards Syr as he flips open the drying rack.]

Mn, I'm not doing anyone any good by getting sick. But... I mean, the chickens are gonna be stressed out enough, right?

[He'll at least peel off his own shirt and add it to the pile on the washbasin for now, ugh. Owen gets a passing hand up to ruffle his hair, briefly and messily.]

Maybe. [Said as the brunette passes back to the bathroom, long enough to grab a towel and throw it over his own head.] Did the pants not fit well enough?

[chronosynthesis]

[Well, while they sort themselves out Syrlya slides into one of the seat at the table, watching the kitchen window carefully. It's a good thing they had this place repaired well before this, though it'll be a shame if they have to get it repaired again so soon.]

[sicklysweet]

[He doesn’t need pants. He might not even be wearing underwear now, either. That will never be confirmed in this thread.]

I don’t think they’ll enjoy being locked up.

[He takes a seat across from Syrlya, crossing his legs primly.]

You should let them wander freely.

[release the hens]

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[Huh. Does Owen know much about birds?]

Eh? Ah... I mean, not with that storm out there. If stuff breaks, they don't need to get hurt by being out in the open. Syrlya really cares about them, you know.

[He's graciously taking a few steps away before vigorously shaking out his own hair, strands sticking up wildly in every direction. Be right back, he needs a minute to change...

Behave, Owen.]

[chronosynthesis]

We went through a lot of trouble to get them. [That is: Otegine went through a lot of trouble. Syrlya got off easy.

He grabs his own cup of tea and blows on it before taking a slow sip.]

[sicklysweet]

I don’t think getting anything here is all that difficult.

[He dumps a handful of sparkling crystals in his tea, reaching for a spoon to stir the sugar in before taking a sip.]

How did you even get them in the first place? Just do it again.

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No thank you.

[Shouted very dryly from the bedroom. He is not about to get his ass handed to him by the goddess again!!]

[chronosynthesis]

She doesn't seem inclined to give the same tasks twice, so I suspect if we wanted another chicken we would end up doing something else. [Whether that's more or less agreeable than Hot or Not is to be determined.]

[sicklysweet]

[Otegine is a coward.]

Maybe the next task might be more entertaining then the last.

[…]

What was the last task, anyways?

[Some people don’t read the task lists and just assume the things happening on the island are just utterly pointless……………]

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[He is an alive coward, thank you very much.

He looks rightfully sour about the topic when he turns back around the corner in fresh clothes. His hair's still a mess, but it's fine. It won't kill him.]

I guess you missed that, too,, didn't you...

The goddess had all of us go up on a stage and try to talk about our good points - I guess to make an argument for ourselves. [He lets out a long-suffering sigh as he drops to a seat near the others.] I... only went up to get another chicken for Syr, really.

[chronosynthesis]

I also only participated for the chicken. [He phoned that in completely.] Some people were put under more scrutiny than others... though, not always undeservedly.