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hadriel_logs2016-08-23 10:46 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-08-23 10:46 am
Event Log: Loud Valley
Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Loud Valley event!
Where: All around the city
When: August 23rd-August 30th
Warnings: Cute animals, lots of candy, and swanky beats to cheer up with
What: The event log for the Loud Valley event!
Where: All around the city
When: August 23rd-August 30th
Warnings: Cute animals, lots of candy, and swanky beats to cheer up with
In the early morning of August 23rd, a siren will sound. No need to worry, this isn't your usual siren- instead of the ear-piercing sounds of the Silent Hill event (thanks, Sharon), the music that plays over the city is a short, happy tune.
Is that a rainbow above the buildings? Why is everything so lush with grass? You wanted water and now candy has popped out of the faucet instead- that's bound to get annoying after awhile. Welcome to the Loud Valley event, which plays nice, happy music, showers you all in flowers, stuffed animals, cake, and smiling emojis, and gives you your very ownmonsterer, companion to play with!
Each character will be getting a companion for the duration of the event, something which, like in Silent Hill, is a reflection of them- but rather than reflecting their fears and flaws, this companion reflects their positive qualities and happiness. The animals will appear to characters when the sirens sound and will be more than happy to just chill out with them, whether by getting some nice pets and cuddles, following them around, or meowing/roaring/barking/hissing/etc at them for some much-needed attention.
Enjoy!► This log covers August 23rd-August 30th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you are deathly allergic to happiness, please let us know here!
sans | by the shops | ota, will match format
Sans, for his part, has set up near one of the shops. He seems to have cobbled together some kind of stall from a mixture of empty store shelves and tables, and has elected to hawk lollipops to passersby. It's cool if you don't have currency; he'll accept anything from buttons to pocket lint to your word as an individual that you plan to enjoy the heck out of that lollipop. And honestly, that's only if you catch him while he's awake. He dozes periodically, and won't protest if you snag a couple treats from him without asking.
He's said it before, and it's true: Sans works very hard at being this lazy.
If you come by at the right times, you might catch a glimpse of a fat gray cat lounging about on the stand, draping itself in a series of seemingly-improbable configurations and snoozing away contentedly. It won't take lightly to being disturbed, so it's probably best to leave the feline be.
But it's your prerogative.]
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It was just there all of a sudden the moment the area had changed. One solitary wolf with grey fur and golden eyes that matched his. Being near it made him feel like he belonged like a family. It showed no aggression even to strangers and while he wouldn't have feared it anyways he had allowed it to follow him around. It certainly laid with him whenever he stopped for his own naps or would get up late the following mornings with him.
Right now it was just standing over Sans with a sniff the moment he stopped in front of him as Tyki raised a rather thin brow. This skeleton was really a man after his own heart. If only he could just sleep freely anywhere as a noble and not risk a reputation hit at home.] I don't know how you can doze with the noise.
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Raxus, as he has named the pup, stretches further and further until his wet, quivering nose is an inch away from the cat. Less than an inch now. Finally, it succeeds in noisily snuffling the fat cat. If the cat has been disturbed from its slumber, oh well. It was worth it.]
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In the meantime, Frisk has never been more uncomfortable than they are right now. There's something almost...movie-esque (like that late night one they saw once, with the wives and all the pastel) about all this; everything's- pleasant.
Almost feels like walking on eggshells.
They're not even remotely comforted by the creature ghosting along behind them. It (she? he?) hasn't left them alone since the moment they stepped out of the spires- but they can't turn back now.
...They're really thirsty.]
Do you have any fried snow?
[A slightly hopeful query at his side. Hope that doesn't jolt you out of your repose, my guy.]
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Gansey | OTA
B: Patronus
c: Create your own adventure!
A
So it's probably no surprise when he practically crashes into Gansey rounding the corner, arms full of tubs of various flavors of gelato. One is already open and has a spoon shoved into it, half eaten. He manages to avoid a crash proper, though he wobbles rather dangerously as do some of his more precariously balanced cartons. No jumpers, Noah rights himself and keeps the gelato balanced.]
Gansey! I thought I saw you out earlier!! Look!
[THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER.]
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b
Gansey's laughter didn't wake him, a stray mug with a crack down the middle did. A dream-thing that Adam rolled over onto in the middle of the night, the dangers of sometimes sharing a bed with an impossible creature like Ronan Lynch. But, already awake, it was Gansey's laughter that drew him out to the living room.
He stops, then, pulling the door shut behind him as he realizes - it's not him hallucinating. This is something else completely. It's Cabeswater, but - here. Somehow.
Adam smiles, of course, with the wonder of it.]
Did you do this?
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Near | Open + Closed
It is, frankly, more than a little cloying. Everything is so bright and cheerful and lush . . . incredibly overdone. Whatever. Something like this will probably brighten the moods of most people, but this kind of thing doesn't work on Near. He mostly goes about his business as normal, dressed in his oversized coat, making stops both at the shops and Sorrow's orchard as he sees fit.
This would all be par for the course, if not for the small arctic fox trotting elegantly along behind him, occasionally nipping at his heels for attention.
B (Closed to House 1202)
When one turns on a tap, they tend to expect water to come out. And Near, while an exception to many normal things, is not an exception to this one. He's barely awake in all honesty, and when he hears something solid clatter into the glass as opposed to the expected liquid, he starts to pay more attention. These are . . . chocolates. Hm.
He subtly shakes the remaining fog from his brain, and realizes that this is actually happening. Suspects for this are limited, but the natural assumption is that one of the gods is up to something. It's more a habit than anything, but he passes a hand over the glass, mutters a few words. And there's no reaction. So they're not poisonous, at least.
Near sets the glass on the counter, turns the tap on again to see if the incident repeats. And sure enough, it does, though quite a bit more of a variety of candy is pouring out of the faucet now. Another quick spell to check, and everything reads as safe. This can be considered very convenient, though if it persists, there may be a problem.
"I believe I've found something you'll both find more palatable than the usual available fare here."
Near does not have a particular predilection toward sweets, but Mello and L most certainly do.
A
Ushahin looks between the two, noticing that there's a certain color symmetry at work here. "You two make quite the pair."
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Chara | near the shops | open
* Chocolate!
So after writing a quick note to their roommate to let them know they've gone out, Chara goes into the shopping area to see what else had been added - accompanied by as much candy as they could stuff in their pockets. The clothing doesn't interest them much, but they want a coloring book and crayons. And the food shops...
Eventually, however, Chara does run across an animal that expresses a strange fondness for them. So at the right time you might run across a child either munching on sweets or coloring in a book. A large bird with grey feathers is perched nearby on whatever flat surface it can find and eyeballing anyone who gets too close to Chara. Ever wanted to feel judged by a bird? Well now's your chance.]
Re: Chara | near the shops | open
She glances at the bird and shrugs. It seemed like everyone had companions of some sort nowadays.]
Where did you find the coloring book?
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Emily and Plushius | around the city | ota, any format is okay!
She ignores it, of course. It's probably better for her well-being if she ignores anything out of the ordinary. Whenever something new happens in this shithole, it's usually bad. Then, the colors change -- the light in the shop seems brighter, the colors more saturated (turn that off, goddamn, she is working here), the mood lighter (that's actually a nice change).
Then, it appears at the doorway.
"Glacius?" It sure looks like him, that outline. Emily hastily puts down her work and starts for the door. "I really appreciate the visit, but this is supposed to be a surpr-- holy shit."
It's not Glacius.
It is a life-size plushie of Glacius. And it looks like it's smiling.
And it reaches out and pats her head.
"Delight. This has got to be Delight." Which means the Plushius won't hurt her. "Okay." She relaxes, even smiles at him a little. (How can she not when he looks so cute?) "Um... don't tell Glacius what you see here, I guess."
Plushius actually nods at her, then follows her back to the table where she's working.
Not bad, Delight. Not bad at all.
(OOC: You can find her and Plushius just about anywhere in the city. Housemates have the additional option of finding the pair in the house. :3 Have fun!)
sewing shop max cute let's go
"Emily?" They're not... on the greatest of terms right now, not terrible, but still repairing. It's enough to go full name instead of Em, and so she does, calling out to her as she steps in the shop.
The kitten goes bounding out of Kate's hair and into the shop, distracted by all the new colours and sights and objects. Kate, for her part, just sighs, and ignores it.
Because, um. "Is that--?" A... lifesize, cuddly, Glacius?
Although, let's be honest, Glacius is pretty cuddly. Ice and spikes be damned.i'm riddy
no one is riddy tho
certainly not kate :>
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| kitkat and a cat. (no, literally). open & closed.
| closed to Carlisle
( the kitten appears in her space sometime while she's asleep, and by the time she wakes up, it's already nested in her hair, small, harmless and fuzzy.
or, if you're Kate, annoying as shit.
her immediate reaction is to untwine it from her hair, leave it on the bed and attempt to go on with her morning.
unfortunately, the kitten has very different ideas. like following her, mewling and climbing every piece of furniture it can reach until it finds a way to leap onto Kate's shoulder and clamber back onto her head.
she yelps, mid-drink, and groans as water splashes down her sleepwear. this? this was so not fun. she isn't really an animal person - never had pets, is very, very vividly reminded of her childhood nickname and that feels like an invasion of privacy. well, most of this place is an invasion of privacy, with all the events that poke at their hearts and scars.
but still. )
Really?
( she. might need a distraction from the thing picking at her hair to create the perfect bun-pillow. )
( around town )
| open
( so. Kate? not here for this thing crawling around. she's pretty sure it's unhygienic to have one in a clinic anyway. so obviously the solution is to take it to Delight's temple and leave it there.
it has to have something to do with her, right? like all the bright colours and sweets that poured out of her goddamn taps.
(she doesn't really like sweets, either. who would have guessed?)
that? totally doesn't stick. instead, Kate's stuck with a mewling little stalker all the way to work. fancy saying hello? it might like you, and if it likes you, it'll be crawling all over you.
or maybe, once she's admitted defeat, you'll see it with her when the place brightens up, whether it's in the clinic or just out and about. it's pretty fearless, so when it's not enjoying the comfort of its bun-pillow, it'll be scaling walls and curiously trying to sniff out other companions. )
IT'S TIME
But when he hears a noise beside his bed that rouses him from his sleep, and then the entire frame shifts as something tries to climb in with him, he is beyond alarmed. He rolls to the other side, tumbling out, landing hard on the floor. Grabbing his glasses from the nightstand, he scuttles across the floor toward the door, confuring a ball of light in his hand to confront his intruder.
It's a bear. Correction: a fully grown bear. A bear looking for a warm place to sleep and someone who needs a good cuddle. Carlisle, neither a cuddler nor a bear-enthusiast, shrieks.
It's seconds later that he's outside Kate's door in his nightclothes, having closed the door to his own apartment in the hopes of trapping the enormous beast inside. He slams his hand into her door with surprising vigor -- that's what unadulterated fear will do to him. It will also push him beyond the limits of his own self-control: though he can hear the shift in his own voice, the telltale signs of his abilities gone awry, he's too terrified to stop himself.
[There's another sound from behind him, from the door to his own apartment. That'd be the bear, compelled to try to open the door, as well. Carlisle flattens against Kate's door, trying to handle desperately, so sure this is probably the end of his life. He was so sure those other times, but this is really it.
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Rey | OTA
By now Rey has been a loyal patron, visiting quite frequently since it first opened. The moment that the cheery jingle began playing, warping the city into a disgustingly vibrant and lively version of its former self, the desperation for a drink was strong.
Having found the right drink that was potent enough, she is also drunk. It is very rare for her to get drunk at all, but she is very much passed the point of inebriation that she shouldn't be allowed to drive.
Well, to be honest Rey shouldn't be allowed to drive anyway, but that's just the point.
Her lack of sobriety is more than evident in Rey's current position: At the moment, she can be found sitting upside-down on one of the more comfortable, cushiony couches in the establishment, legs draped over the top and hanging in the air. With an upside-down perspective of her surroundings, she takes this perfect opportunity to distract herself with a particular handheld waste of time that she had picked up a few months back. It's a rather carefree position to find her in, considering the woman's usual stoic and robotic disposition that she tends to present.
As one can expect, the piece of shit game does very little to quell her mood. Especially when, in that precise moment, a particular and rather ancient beat begins to play from the bar music:
"Toniiight, I'm gonna have myseeeelf
A real good tiiiime..."
The unexpected volume coupled with the growing frustration with this so-called fun pastime, the handheld device in Rey's hand begins to melt.
II. Anywhere (Bright Eyes)
Of course, the bar isn't the only place Rey hangs out. And before long she is visited by a strange looking, thorny lizard that doesn't seem to leave her alone.
Every so often, the tiny creature manages to climb its way over Rey's shoulder, or nestle itself over the top of her head. She has since given up on trying to rid herself of it, and just accepts its short-lived presence in her life. It'll tire of her eventually, right?
Wrong.
After a while, its occasional companionship during these trying, colorful times doesn't even phase Rey anymore. Rather, it's oddly welcoming, as it accompanies her throughout the city -- be it shops, the river, park... From time to time, she visits the orchard, hoping to take a break from the candies because, no. She does not have much of a sweet tooth.
No such luck at the orchards, though, as she somehow ends up in a bizarre, gaudy garden in which literally everything within it, as far as she can tell, looks particularly edible. While Rey may not get much of a kick out of it... Have fun?
[bar]
Inside, it's the scent of melting plastic she notices first, and isn't even slightly surprised to find Rey at its source.
She flings herself down next to Rey, her head leaning on Rey's ankles, and smiles down at her upside down face.
"Did someone finally get me a jukebox? Darling, I think you may have comprehensively beaten that game."
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Elmer C. Albatross | all around | open!
Elmer can be found handing out some of the candy that's come out of his faucet - Swedish fish, to be exact - to other people walking around the city. He's grabbed himself something brighter to wear from the shops. Naturally, he's smiling ear to ear.]
It may be overdoing it just a tad, but this is much better, don't you think?
[Following after Elmer is a small, adorable critter that seems to have its own bright smile as well. Elmer will look to it and give it a pat on the head, then give you a shrug.]
By the way, do you have any idea what this is?
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[She opens her mouth to respond to his first question, before the creature accompanying him catches her attention. To which she then gaps at the animal, blinking at the vaguely familiar features she has seen somewhere before.]
That's... Is that a quokka? Seriously?
[When you've been all around the world in the last century like Rey has, you discover all kinds of things people didn't know even existed. That knowledge is not limited to little marsupials.]
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adam parrish | open
[Though Adam is initially wary of the bright and shiny changes that have come over the city, his caution is eased once it becomes clear it isn't some kind of elaborate trap. The candy doesn't poison people, the animals aren't trying to kill them. Maybe things are just... well, nice. Maybe a little too bright and cheerful for Adam, but he has to admit it's a good mood-lifter.
Adam never got much of a chance to indulge in these kinds of things at home, and he certainly hasn't been able to here. It's that which makes him collect a handful of candy, a chocolate bar or two, and find a place to sit near the doorway of one of the shops. He breaks off a tiny piece of chocolate, eating slowly. It's caution, of course - who knows if it'll sit right with him? But it's also an attempt to enjoy a simple pleasure for as long as he can.
He enjoys the brief break, lost in his own thoughts, but looks up when someone approaches.]
Hey, there's chocolate covered almonds inside if you like that kind of thing.
b: orchard
[Adam likes to keep busy, and an event like this is no different. He doesn't have to hide from monsters, he doesn't have to avoid other people for fear of what secrets he might spill, so he might as well keep doing what he usually does. Which is helping out at the clinic, scavenging in the shops, and - right now - tending to Sorrow's orchard and garden.
At home, he spent more time tending to a forest, but the principle is similar. It's calming, even, to weed and work in the dirt a little, and the forest in his head whispers as he does.
He doesn't hear the deer coming, but when he sees it he straightens, careful and slow. It doesn't seem alarmed, and in fact walks closer to Adam, unafraid. Adam reaches out, brushing his fingers against the soft furred skin of the young deer. He wonders if this is entirely real - are deer supposed to be so soft, and so strangely tame? It should be eating the plants, if anything, but it seems more interested in him than the garden.
He looks around, uncertain, voice quiet so as not to spook the animal, though it seems unspookable.]
Um, did somebody lose... a deer...?
[Now that he says it, it sounds remarkably dumb.]
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Adam, who was obscured behind the tree and on the other side of the creature, and suddenly it all makes more sense. Ronan's shoulders go a little slack as the creature moves closer toward the other boy, and he doesn't try to coax it away from him. He's familiar by now with what seems to be going on during this event, and so the presence of the deer doesn't quite surprise him now that he knows its purpose.
It suits him. Ronan is slow to approach because he doesn't want to startle either of them, but he moves around the tree, putting Adam between himself and the deer, and when he speaks up, it's from over Adam's shoulder, his voice light and a little mocking.]
Yeah, I was just about to head to the lost and found for it.
[The question was pretty silly after all, so Ronan had to respond in kind. There's a rustle in the branches above, a flash of white feathers as a two-headed bird flits among the leaves above them, but Ronan pays that no mind for now, not when Adam has only just found his... creature, familiar, whatever it is.]
They're so easy to misplace, after all.
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Ichigo Kurosaki | OTA
[Ichigo's sitting with his back against a tree, his wrists resting loosely on his knees. In front of him is a small black cheetah cub, not much bigger than a house cat, still covered in scruffy baby fluff. I's got a ball in its mouth. A weird octagonal ball, but still recognizably a ball. Ichigo stares at it.]
I thought I told you to get lost.
[The cheetah stares back, eyes wide, ball in its mouth.]
I'm not gonna throw that for you. Scram!!
[It doesn't move. It just takes a step closer, making a muffled, chirpy sort of nrrriao sound. That sound is about the cutest thing you've ever heard.]
I said no!
B: Around the city, after Ichigo's given up
[This is some Wizard of Oz shit.
Ichigo's doing his city-guard Maketh-ordered beat around the city, hands in his pockets, staring around at all the bright colors and rainbows and grass.]
Man...it's almost creepier like this.
[Remember that baby cheetah? Yeah, it won. It's curled on Ichigo's shoulders, making weird big-cat clicky purrs. Ichigo glances at it sideways.]
You know, if you're gonna hitch a ride, you could at least put your claws away. It's like I'm being held hostage here.
C: Other
[If we've planned something or you have an idea for something else, feel free to put it here!]
the park.
... That cat is incredibly damn cute.]
I think it's probably better to give it what it wants.
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in the city.
i'm watching so many adorable baby cheetah videos for this event
omg plz share
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2btR9rAcdzo
omg cuuuuute <3___<3
b--unless you'd rather do fighting about potential prey animals instead
NO THIS IS FINE
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shops
They stare back at the Chao with an even gaze, having not noticed its owner quite yet. Curious, they reach over to try and pat the question mark hovering over the creature's head.]
You are quite the curious creature. Can you speak?
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Ushahin | OTA
[Ushahin hadn't even bothered trying to fight the little wolf pup who'd attached itself to his side. He rather enjoyed its company, even if it was an extremely needy little thing. That didn't make it so very different from the Were pups back home. They were helpless until they got old enough to hunt. This little fellow seemed intent on staying right on Ushahin's heels, even to the point of tripping him up. After the eightieth time this happened, he sighed.]
Alright. You win.
[Then he picked the little fellow up. His arms were sure to get sore carrying his new friend around like this, but the pup was very content, yawning and showing off a mouth full of sharp white teeth.]
B) In front of his house
[The food in this place was going to be the death of him. Ushahin had decided this. Sugar was a luxury in Urulat and used sparingly. Here, there had first been a box full of cookies after slaying the monsters and now candy. He'd sampled a varied selection, going first into a sugar high before crashing back down hard. After that, he was sticking strictly with the peppermint ones, which he'd discovered he had an inordinate fondness for.
He was sitting outside his house, Fetch on his shoulder, and the little wolf pup cavorting at his feet. There was a great many peppermint wrappers lying around. Considering he was already wearing a cloak, he was beginning to look like an ersatz version of a Disney prince. He'd occasionally offer a chocolate to Fetch or throw a stick to the wolf pup so that he could gnaw on it. This felt peaceful. There was so much less noise in his head right now.]
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As Ushashin comes into view, a small puppy held in his arms, she relaxes, though her companion remains cautious, black nose twitching. Even so small, it recognizes a predator. ]
It looks like we're all getting pets. [ Not every single person she's come across has had some animal at their side, but most, certainly. ]
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aah i didn't link the image like i thought i had in my previous reply, my apologies!!
It's all good. :) I just looked at your thread post to get the image.
<3
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Sharon Da Silva | OTA
[ The first time it appears, out in the Orchard, it shows as much caution as she does. The deer-like creature, with it's chestnut coat mottled with off-white spots, walks the edge of the treeline, black eyes wide and observant. Sharon does not move as it steps closer, it's long, taloned legs, claws as gold as the velvet that covers its antlers, kicking up puffs of loose dirt and gravel.
When it finally comes to a slow halt before her, it bows its head as greeting. Before it, she fears to breathe. After what feels like an incredible amount of time, but in reality is only moments, Sharon reaches out, and touches her open palm against the wide bridge of its nose, the thin fur soft as cotton. It whistles sweetly in response, dark eyes slipping shut in a long blink.
A bright smile blooms across her features. ] Holy shit. [ This is surreal. ]
II. SHOPS | ANY
And then it doesn't return.
The stag-chimera comes to a halt when it spots a stranger, pulling its head up high, standing entirely still as it watches. Some distance behind it, around one of the buildings, Sharon calls for it with a Hey, where'd you go?, but the creature does not dare tear its eyes from the stranger even as its ears twitch and turn.
Please, kind stranger, help Sharon find her adorable animal. ]
III. ON HER WAY TO THE RIVER | DAY ONE
[ All she'd wanted was a shower. She'd lathered up, gotten all wet & soapy, and then the water turned into fucking candy. Fucking. CANDY. And so, now, you may behold one Sharon da Silva, two-toned hair slicked back and still slightly foamy, pieces of brightly colored sprinkles stuck in her hair and on her skin, looking absolutely furious.
She's got with her a bucket, and a towel, and she's fucking stomping. Don't you dare fucking laugh because she may very well be murderous at the moment. Approach with caution. Or don't.
(Don't) ]
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[Or at Plushius. It's hard to tell.
Also, fucking perfect. Sharon's here. Emily's not mad at her anymore for the fog thing, but still. It's not like she's going to feel relaxed around her any time soon.
As if reading her mind, Plushius takes a step or two forward and lifts an arm in front of Emily. He's protecting her.]
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cecily trevelyan ; ota
[ Something is following the Inquisitor. She doesn't notice it at first, near the beginning; Cecily is too occupied with the bizarre music and change in scenery. She'd woken to wash her face only to find the faucet stuffed with flowers, so the day had been a strange one already, to say the least.
For now, she's standing and peering with a suspicious frown at the rainbow. Cecily offers an unimpressed 'mmph' sort of sound, brows drawn unhappily over a cautious gaze. She isn't normally one to turn up her nose at a rainbow, heartless as it sounds, but this is Hadriel. The rainbow could be a damned death trap somehow for all they know. Speaking from experience, it's more likely to be dangerous than to be benign.
The new rainbow is why she doesn't notice a pair of eyes at her back. Slinking around a nearby building is a lusciously-coated creature, a maned wolf. Really, it just looks like a very tall fox, but anyone who knows animal behavior will be able to see that the thing is stalking her. At the very least, it's watching her with great intent, head ducked and nose twitching as it follows her scent wherever she goes. It's also apparently a very quiet and cautious animal, roguish in its movements, which is how it evades her for so long. ]
... Has the grass always been that vibrant? [ She observes warily, squinting at it. Nearby, the familiar begins to pad curiously toward her. ]
and we'll only be making it right - anytime
[ Once she'd realized that the animal wasn't about to try and take a bite out of her leg, Cecily befriended it fairly easily.
For one thing, it has striking similarities to the Inquisitor herself. Sometimes, she finds it looking at things and people with an almost human expression and she gets a sense of its intentions despite the fact that it is, in fact, some kind of... big dog. Wolf. Fox. (She isn't sure.) Once, it had carried around her bow in its mouth, whining softly as if frustrated with its inability to use it to any effect. Confused, unsure, she'd given the bow a little toss, wondering if the familiar wanted to play fetch, as Pup did, but the maned wolf only looked at her with an expression that clearly read: are you serious?
From then on, Cecily goes about her normal routine looking a little brighter than usual, shadowed by the sleek creature. If it means to slash her throat in the middle of the night, then she'll be in some trouble, as it's certainly won her over since its arrival. The normally-cynical archer actually looks happy, a rare sight in Hadriel, glancing often at the animal and chatting in a low voice to it, announcing her trains of thoughts to a creature that looks as if it could be listening.
At one point, she can be found sitting cross-legged, staring intently into its eyes. Passers-by may wonder what the deal is, there, but she isn't making it particularly clear. ]
day one
As it seems intent on following her Leliana regards it warily, waiting to see what it would do before she acts - if it's just a bird or not. Though when she finds Cecily it seems that she also has an animal problem )
I don't recall hearing the music before, either.
( Which is also a no to her question )
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Bianca | Open
She's in the park when she first hears it, and Bianca tilts her head like a bird, considering.
And then the whole park shimmers into colours, suddenly bright with flowers. There aren't fireflies, but the scent of the flowers reminds her obscurely of the fireflies. Bud and Lou roll ecstatically in the grass, and a tiny, white shape runs up Bianca's body to land, chattering delightedly, on her shoulder.
[shops]
Next time she hears the music, Bianca's in one of the deserted shops.
It remains deserted, but the music apparently brings a stock upgrade with it; she has never yet seen satin bedspreads, champagne and liqueur truffle chocolates on the shelves in Hadriel before.
Find her outside, a champagne flute in one hand and a box of chocolates open beside her, watching her ermine murder a cat toy.
Shops
He sits down next to Bianca, eyeing the chocolates warily. He's unused to this much sugar and has paid the price with a horrible stomachache. He's steering clear of the sweets for now. All save the peppermints. Those he can't stop indulging in. "Having a good time, are we?" He asks Bianca.
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L Lawliet | OPEN
[Though a lot of people might be put-off by this event, L in particular is coping not only decently, but pretty happily. He's been hungry since he arrived and has only gotten thinner and gaunter as his finicky palette resists change, but this makes everything better. He's not kicking candy aside or wading through it in annoyed exasperation, he's actively hoarding it. His baggy pockets are overflowing, and he's filling various bags with it before taking them home and stockpiling them. Every now and then, he takes a break to slip pieces into his mouth, nibbling neurotically like someone who hasn't eaten anything substantial in days. To be fair, this isn't exactly far from the truth.
When he turns, it's possible to see a small, pale-colored bat clinging to the back of his white shirt, which is starting to dull in brightness the longer he wears it. Initially, he was alarmed, tried to brush it away out of fear of contracting rabies, but the creature is so mild and gentle and vaguely pitiful that he reasons it's not doing any harm.
He notices some candy near you, crouching to pick it up seemingly without regard for where you're walking.]
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As he pops a few chocolate candies in his mouth, he nearly runs into a very pale man who was crouching before him. He bumps into his new oryx friend, who nudges him and snorts in return.]
Whoa, hey... nearly ran you over there. You all right?
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Chris | Open + Semi-open!
[Okay, the deer is really kind of cute.
At first, Chris had been somewhat incredulous; he likes animals well enough--friends' pets get spoiled a lot when he's around--but he's never really been an animal person the way some people are. They're cool, but not anything more.
So the appearance of the deer in the kitchen had been... Unexpected and not particularly wanted. But Chris found himself warming up to the animal each time it appeared as the day went on, and is talking to it as he searches a shop for anything particularly good.]
So then I heard like, the scrabbling noise again, right? But I figured it was just the hard drive going bad, but I wanted to make sure so I turned the computer off and opened the case. But when I pulled the side of the case off, I heard the noise again and then this fucking giant cockroach crawls out of the computer. Like what the hell, seriously.
[The deer just stares, clearly fascinated by the story. Clearly.]
[UD House - OTAnyone at the house]
[He should've known better.]
Why am I this stupid.
[Chris is at the kitchen table, head on his arms, voice a bit muffled by the table as he laments his fate.]
I regret nothing and everything at the same time.
[He may or may not have had way too much candy.]
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Which is when she runs across the deer in one of the shops and freezes. Her own animal grunts curiously and peers at the larger deer from behind Jo's legs.]
Whoa, what are you doing in here?
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Jo Harvelle | OTA!
[Jo left the apartment after the music woke her from a nap, and-
This was weird. After the darkness from Fear, there was a rainbow? It didn't rain in the cave, did it? And there certainly wasn't sun.
But she was almost over questioning how things worked down here. It was nice to see some color again.
While she wanders around she notices a small animal following her. She turns down a street, and as she half-expected, it follows her.]
...Okay, this is weird. What is going on today?
[Just wait until she finds out about the candy coming from the faucets.]
At the river:
[Basically the only thing Jo remembers about hippos of any kind is that they live near water, so after waking up with the creature in her bathtub she helps it out and walks to the river.
The baby pygmy hippo splashes in the shallows and runs to her every once in a while, grunting quietly with a high pitched tone and tugging at her clothes.]
I'm not going swimming, I don't have any extra clothes with me!
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[ Arya calls out to the woman from a healthy distance away. Next to the small, young girl is a great grey wolf about as tall as she is. The wolf says nothing, just twitches its snout a little, scouting the surroundings from where they stand. The wolf growls a little, soft and low, but not harsh, and Arya chuckles a little, like she and the wolf are sharing a private joke. ]
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dean no
dean yes
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Out and about.
"DUDE, IT RAINED CANDY!"
Rin is nothing short of like a child on Christmas, and he'll eat all that he can until someone stops him or he pops, whichever comes first. How can people not be excited about this?! He's laughing and playing and eating it to his heart's desire. He's not greedy, either. He'll share, especially with little kids. Because friends are awesome. And food is awesome. Win-win.
As he's scrambling around, though, eventually he notices a little black cat with white on it's chest and paws seems to be following him around. Come to think of it, he'd seen alot of people with critters following them.
"Huh, I guess having a familiar is pretty common here." He reaches out and offers a piece of candy to the little kitty, sucking on a lollipop himself. But he gets a little concerned when it continues to follow him as he walks away. He can't help but reach down to pet it.
"Awe, I can't keep you. I already have a familiar." Man, I miss Kuro. I hope he's okay. The kitty purrs loudly and rubs against his hand. "Goddamnit, you're too damn cute!"
Not fair, little kitty.