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[OTA] Feb/March events!

Who: Ignis Scientia (

claritatis), Julie ~~Grigio~~ Cabernet (

atravellerwithabow).
What: Top levels for the Feb and March events, as and when required.
Where: In the city, outside the city, wherever.
When: Feb/March for the duration of the Kiss Me Kill Me/Field Trip/Flu Season events.
Warnings: Nil.

((ooc: anything welcome! bring me your travellers, people being chased by monsters, anyone needing help, sandstorms, anything at all c: ))

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[Julie did not expect to find a large, cartoonish mouse head in the middle of her apartment floor when she got up that morning. In fact, the sudden appearance of it drew the softest scream of alarm as she stepped out of her bedroom, and she spent the next half hour checking the entire place to make sure that no one had walked in and put it there.

After waking up, having a cup of coffee and some breakfast, she sits down on the couch and stares at the thing through slightly narrowed eyes. With her brain more in gear, she's sure that touching it will give her some clue as to who it really belongs to, but the thing is, she isn't sure that she wants to touch it. It's disturbing, and she's not one hundred percent sure but she thinks that there might be a weird smell coming from it.

Eventually, she prods it with the tips of two fingers, and in this way catches snatches of the comings and goings of the person it belongs to over the course of the day. From what she can tell, they get out and wander around a lot, and they spend way too much time just watching people.

Morning blurs into evening, and she's starting to feel too much like a voyeur - and bored. She considers leaving the thing in the corridor outside her apartment, and puffs her cheeks out as she looks down at it.]

Would you do something so I can see who you are? Jesus. Jerk.

[One last try, and it's finally the one she needs. She hears a voice, and she sees--]

Ghoul?

[It almost feels too easy. She almost gives up entirely.

But then she's standing on Ghoul's doorstep with whatever the hell this thing is held between two pillowcases so she doesn't have to touch it again, kicking at the base of the door with her foot because if he can't tell her who it belongs to, she's just going to leave it with him and let him figure it out.]

[ It's been a fairly boringass day, if you were to ask him. And he supposes it's better boring than nothing else - the nagging feelings in the back of his head had mostly been quiet today. He calls it a success.

He's the one keeping down the fort when there's a knock at the door, making him perk up curious from his spot at the table. People don't...knock. At least the people who live here don't, so he isn't sure how to react right away.

But he slinks out of his chair, quiet, standing facing the door. Should she "knock" again- he finally moves, not towards the door, but to a sideroom, she he can look outside.

Should she turn her head in the right moment...that sure is someone peeking out at her. ]

[If she hadn't been looking in just the right place, she wouldn't have seen him at all. She spots the movement out of the corner of her eye just as she's about to kick at the door again, and calls out sharply.]

Hey!

[Manners? What are those? It's no wonder she and Ghoul get along so well. She hefts up the weird mouse head, trying to get a better hold on it.]

This belong to one of you?

[ He squints, in a second getting the urge to hide out when she calls out, but also figuring the pointlessness of hiding after having already been spotted.

But he doesn't mull on the thought for long, as he immediately spots the very indistinguishable Mousekat, expression suddenly changing into obvious surprised confusion.

It even has the cracked eye, what the fuck?

For a moment, he's frozen, but then he moves quickly away from the window, just for how long it takes to get out of the laundry room and do a sharp turn to the front door, which he opens pretty damn fast.]

What the f--where'd you get that?!

[For every second he stands at the window, she's staring him down. If he doesn't answer, well, she'll probably just leave the thing behind and walk away. That seems like the best option, because there's no way in hell she's taking it back to her place.]

Is it yours?

[She doesn't answer his question, but puts the thing down at his feet and straightens up to fold her arms loosely over her stomach.]

Yea'. [ Like she's supposed to know, like it makes more physical sense than it does.

Give him a moment. He's staring at the head, the urge to snatch it right out of her hands rising, but he doesn't, for whatever reason. But she sets it down and he's...well, that's fine. Probably, right?]

How the fuck- [ Mostly mumbled over his breath. He picks the head up, turning it over, looking for the most distinct marks - the fucked up eye, a couple of stains and matted fur, a nick in the ear. Even the godawful smell. This is definitely his.]

Where'd you find it?

In the middle of my living room. [Stinking up the place, she adds mentally, not uttering the sentiment out loud but scrunching her nose up slightly as she steps back from it.]

Hadriel's screwing around with us again.

[Julie peers past him, into the hallway behind.]

You're one of Ghoul's friends?

[ He keeps staring at it, like he's making sure all the telltale signs of ownership are just eerily similar instead of proof. It doesn't seem like it's a thought he's processing very well, but that's what you get with newcomers, probably.

He stares at her, a few more seconds of silence hanging between them than would be deemed normal.]

Yea'.

[ Is he supposed to know who she is? Probably not. He hasn't gone out much. Even most people here kind of blur together.]

Who're you?

Name's Julie. I'm a friend of Ghoul's, too.

[The only reason she hasn't already turned on her heel and left is because this guy knows Ghoul too, and he looks like the kind of person who might just be from the same place. She's not sure what gives it away - maybe it's just the general air about the guy - but she looks him up and down obviously enough, lips pressed together.]

Not seen you before.

[ He narrows his eyes, just a little, a defensive air going about him. Anyone else would call it unnecessary, as she didn't do anything to grant suspiciousness. But it's not on her - it's all just instinct and learned behaviors.

And something about not being great with "outsiders", while being forced to stay in an actual town for the first time in years. And everything about this context.]

Ain't supposed to.

[ That barely qualifies as a reply, but hey. That's Party Poison.]

M' new.

[ A little more like it.

He watches her too close... instinctively looking for some sort of visible weapon.]

... Sure, okay.

[So he's one of those reclusive types. Like Whistler, only... he is definitely not like whistler. She squints slightly at him, a quizzical expression on her face as she waves her hand and says brusquely.]

Hey, my eyes are up here. What are you looking for?

[ He blinks at her, giving her a weird look for her comment, twisting his nose.]

How long you known 'im?

[ His look threatens a third degree, and it doesn't seem like he's bound to give any actual answers.

Not yet, anyway.]

Since he got here. I guess it's been a few months?

[He arrived not long after she did, if she has the dates worked out right. They'd got off to a good start when she'd helped him break into a building, if 'breaking in' is what you can really call it when no one lived there anyway.]

He's pretty cool.

Hm.

[ He keeps giving her a look like he doesn't trust her- and she doesn't, truth be told, but it has less to do with her and more about his way of relating with people.

Which is not at all.]

Know anyone else? In 'ere.

[ Now, this is more small talk than anything else. He doesn't actually have any questions to ask. Anything to say. He's just stubborn.]

How would I know that, when I don't know who else lives here?

[Her eyebrows go up slightly. He might not be one for much conversation, but now she's curious, and that's more than enough to make her want to stick around and prod for a few answers.]

Not just you and him, then.

[ Well, he sure did walk himself into that one face first. Stupid asshole.

+1 grump to his face. But that's a drop in an ocean.

He grunts.]

Mebbe.

[He sure did, and Julie isn't quite hiding the fact she wants to grin. She does so love it when she wins.]

So, three of you, at least. You all from the same place?

[ That look. He knows that look and it instantly irritates him in an entirely hypocritical manner.]

Why d' you wanna know?

Just curious. Know Ghoul lives here, know you live here. You haven't told me to fuck off yet.

[Shrug! She's not opposed to being told to fuck off, but he hasn't said it yet, so here she is asking polite questions.]

Besides, did you a favour, didn't I?

[ He hasn't! She has a good point. And that annoys him even more. ]

Ain't a favor if its an accident.

I didn't have to bring that thing back here. [She points out, and points at said thing as well.]

God knows I didn't want to fucking touch it.

[ He blinks at her, trademark Clint Eastwood-esque squint of suspicion going from Mousekat back to her. ]

S' wrong with it?

Did you ever think about washing it?

[She's sure she can smell the thing from here. Like, seriously, guy.]

It has to be some kind of health hazard.

No.

[ He probably has, but he's not sure how. Plus water and cleaning products aren't exactly in abundance back in the Zones. And he might ruin the damn thing.]

Ain't like it, don't put it on. [ Just as needlessly rash as ever.

He has absolutely no idea why he's still standing in the doorway, leering at the girl.]

[She's been leered at before, by men far more intimidating than the scrap of a guy standing in front of her right now. Her lip curls slightly, then she shrugs and rolls her eyes, flicking her hair back over one shoulder.]

Sure. Well, you have your gross rat-head back. I'm gone.

[Julie turns on her heel, one hand raised to give a wave back over her shoulder.] See you, dude. Tell G I said hi.

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