Mareuer - Catch all

[stopfen]

Who: Mikasa and open, with some closed prompts
When: Throughout the month
Where: The city
What: Working, trying to get into a routine
Warnings: Will be added as needed



Wine time is fine
[Mikasa wasn't a big drinker. Quite the opposite in fact. She'd only drank alcohol a few times and had little interest in it. But work was work. And carrying crates of fruits and filled wine casks was something she knew she could do.

The other part of the job... Well she could do that. Mess didn't bother her that much. But it was strange and she winced as her foot sank into the berry's, squelching them. ]

I'm never drinking wine...

[She didn't care if she'd cleaned her feet. It was dubbed foot juice. Not helped by the tainted wine she'd seen delivered to the higher ups. Mikasa was perfectly fine with the mindless stomping around on the berries to be her only contact with the stuff.

After a good few hours she calls it a day and started clearing up. Scowling and scrubbing at her hands. The strange splotch of colour wasn't shifting. Even after the second dollop of soap, and the skin around it was turning red. She huffs, looking over her shoulder at the person she'd heard. ]

Did he say we had to do anything to clean this?

[Despite this. She does turn up again. Wearing the same stained shirt and skirt. They'd been washed, but... No joy. So she wasn't staining anything else. ]

Green(and every other colour) - fingers
a. Supplies
[Now the initial money issue had been resolved and she had a somewhat stable income it was time to deal with that garden they'd inherited. But to do that she needed things. She had a vague idea of the tools she'd need. But some of the rusted ones that had been abandoned had been new.

So a trip to the shopping district was in order. Though she did need a better weapon for the next expedition, but from what she'd worked out that wouldn't be for a while. Now seemed like the best time to start this.

The first store she hits up was a relatively small. Mostly flowers. Mikasa's drab olive coat blending with the unopened blooms. Then she jumps suddenly, backing the hell away and into someone else in the cramped store.

That plant just turned into a bird? Many birds, all suddenly flying around.]


b. Sorting that garden
[Eventually though, she's got some gear. And she's been assured that all of the seeds she'd picked up were edible... And that the plants themselves wouldn't eat anyone...

But yes, now she had that it was time to get to work. Though for the time being she had to work out exactly what was in the garden, wading through the tall grass-

Where'd she just go? One second she was there, the next she wasn't. Anyone with good enough hearing would hear the quiet cursing about rabbits from the grass. ]


Full moon, preparations at dusk - limited to 2
[There was an odd amount of purpose to her movements during this full moon. Instead of the directionless wandering of the last, she was taking quick strides down the street. It was almost exactly the same as when she'd had a destination in mind.

The only things not normal about it were the two small... Twigs? Just poking out of her hair. Occasionally they'd move, but not much. And the two large pots she was carrying. The artificial smell of paint drifting from them.

Not that she stops. She's on a mission with her paint. ]

Wildcard
[If you want to plan anything just pm or contact me on kittylyoko. I'm going to be adding a few closed things and more prompts later for things from my CR planning.]

Comments

[stopfen]

[Mikasa's foot was still held up. If only because she was too puzzled to move it. Staring at him like that might explain.]

Your doctors have too much time on their hands... [Mikasa was used to some strange science things. Hange Zoe had made sure of that, the thunder spear testing...The thunder spear testing...Even Mikasa had flinched at that.]

What do beets have to do with music? They haven't put any in the tub. [Though beetroot would explain why this was so staining. But then he says music and hadn't she talked about this just a few days ago.]

I don't care for it.

[guesser]

[ hoo! tendou says with a shake of his head. doctors, hah, and they complain about the time they don't have! he nods his head and clicks his tongue. she has a point! they have a lot of time for their careers and nothing else!

he chuckles, though! beets, beets and beats. that's a great pun. he knows she's just confused with modern slang, and doesn't for even a second think of making fun of her. ushijima does it all the time, it's amazing that he's actually used to it. just thinks it's cute, is all. puling the wireless headphones off his neck, he holds it out to her. ]

Let's try it anyway! Here, you can put this on. They're called headphones. [ point point!! ] Music comes from here, after you choose a song from here, [ he holds up the phone, and shimmies his way over to be shoulder to shoulder. ] then you can listen to whatever you want, whichever way you want!

[ magic!!! ]

Wanna look through?

[stopfen]

[Mikasa just stares at them. Then takes them in her hand, still staring. Ears giving a little wiggle at the sound. Instead of putting them over her ears she just holds it up. Not even putting it right against one, just near...

The ears get twitchy when touched.]

Would it even be worth looking? I'm not going to understand it.

[It had sounded too. Like nothing she'd heard before.]

[guesser]

[ tendou puts whatever was playing on pause; he needs to find something that would be irresistible to a music beginner. something mainstream? he has just the plan.

gesture, gesture. please put in on the ears. ]

Anything new is worth it. I won't wrong you.

[stopfen]

[Mikasa frowns at the gesture He hadn't had it over his ears...But she huffs and gives in. Placing it over one ear. The other, well it wiggles in sympathy for it's twin. Then Mikasa manages to ease the rest of the headphones one.]

...For some reason. I don't believe you.

[guesser]

I get that a lot— I don’t really blame you.

[ but he doesn’t seem as deterred about it as some people could be, expression quaint, quirky lips and the same as he slides up his playlist and still keeps shoulder to shoulder, to show her what he’s doing. ]

My face is kinda hard to read, for starters, [ with, you know. the way it is. he was born with a weird face and a unique set of expressions! ] so most people don’t know what I’m thinking. [ he’s heard people talk about him constantly behind his back. they’d all agree on that. ] And what we can’t predict is off putting.

But you want to believe me, right? You wouldn’t ‘ve put in on if you didn’t, so . . .

[ this one sounds about right, so he clicks it, and crisp, snug melodies begin to play at a manageable volume. definitely not too high, but not too low, either. thumbs up!!. ]

You’ve got this!

[stopfen]

[She'd already dissed his face...But now she felt pretty bad about it. Because thought it had just been him being strange, not his face, being like that. Coupled with her inability to read people. Well...

She doesn't comment and just puts it on. Squishing her other ear with a wince. Thanks, she hates this. Her ears hurt. They small, but were too, they stuck out too much to be comfortable when flattened. But she's doing it, even if she sighs about it. Tendou. She might not have this.

Hmm...

Mikasa just listens. Blinking at him. Then it gets about a minute in and he might notice her foot wiggling in the fruit gibs. Or the slight witches of her antenna. ]

[guesser]

[ tendou hears, eventually, squish squish squish. watching her face as he began to bounce his head to the quiet beat gets him to see her feelers— but the beat wiggle?!

he stares at her, tilts his head and gives a questioning 👌 sign. okay—? she's linking it—?! ]

[stopfen]

[Pauses completely at him noticing. And just staring. Pupils narrowing until they become small dots in her grey eyes.

...

You saw nothing.

But then an antenna twitches again, curling.


Still, she's going to leave the first move to him here.]

[guesser]

[ tendou builds up to the chorus. just little nods, staring that is still interested and smiling and—

they hit the climax, and tendou seems to mcfreakin' lose it to an impeccable sense of rhythm. from sitting, he stands up, and what little music he could still hear, he stands to let the music control his squishy steps. time to step on more grapes, he supposes! ]

[stopfen]

[Mikasa leans back slightly. How many feathers did he have, don't hit her with them! She's moving her feet, dodging around him. Not even realizing that she falls into step as well. Or that her antenna curl and unfurl in time with the beat.

These grapes are being annihilated now.]

[guesser]

[ good bye, grapes. and good bye energy! it's a good thing that tendou had plenty of it, and once a new song begins, he expresses his joy with a jounce, point and mouthing: kitty perry!!!!.

he thumbs up mikasa and challenges her with the devil's moves. dance off!!! dance off!!! ]

[stopfen]

[Most of his actions, meant very little to her. Not mentally at least. He was happy about something? And moving? It was a good thing she had enough energy to dodge around him.

About half a minute in there's a shift. A small chirp from her. And she changes, nearly letting him touch, before dodging away. Stepping in his space, challenging. Kicking her feet out to splash the wine at him.]

[guesser]

[ was she—?! tendou gasps, his hands come up to grip his cheeks, he nearly screams. oh, my goodness. my word. she's smiling. she's having a ball. she's playing with him. he can't believe his eyes and briefly, very briefly, praying to the almighty god of whatever and thank be for this blessed moment. all of that takes less than a few moments, so tendou doesn't potentially break the momentum of this fantastic progress.

a chirp is met with an enthusiastic squawk, and the feathery, jam-caked chimera takes a handful of crushed grapes in his hand, and points to her. points and starts giving chase. ]

TEndou....

[stopfen]

[It was the smallest of smiles. It barely counted really, just a slight upward quirk of the lips. As she pattered about in the wine and jam. The chirp changes and, it was a strange noise. Quiet and slightly drawn out, a vaguely bird-like whistle, but it echoed. Then it cuts off. Whatever that was.

Mikasa turns, body and head not facing him. The antenna were though. And it's not so much of a dance as a small lunge to the other side when he got too close. Occasionally getting into his circle to egg him on.]

MIKASA

[guesser]

[ it counted in tendou's everything. missing just by a hair just makes the chimera grin wider— he loved to win a challenge, and this one was by far a new one. not the kind where he tried to pressure the other side or get them down with psychological stress. this was just . . . fun. pure fun where he didn't need to see someone else looking pitiful. ]

Mikasaaaaa— You're forgetting why they call me Guess Monster!

[ even with an unreliable miss or two, tendou is pretty good at guessing where she'll turn. body language, physical cues, ticks and glances. but he drives straight into a circle if he has to, throwing a handful at her back. ]

[stopfen]

[Was he? Was he throwing the fruit at her? That gets a small scowl on the buzzing fae's face. Because that's kind of their paycheck and this time. Instead of dancing around-

She body checks him. Just straight up charges into him. Bonk.]

They call you that?

[guesser]

[ he fucking gets thrown down back first, that's what. splash. squish. he's every color of the rainbow now.

and so, tendou just lays there for a second. two. three. wow. ]

Uh— Yup. I like reading people, but, uh. [ he points, still laying there, drowning in jam. their paycheck, indeed. ] That was fast.

[stopfen]

[At least that way he was squishing fruit and not tossing out of the tub.

Mikasa was hit by the splashback. Decorating her skirt and some of her shirt with small rainbow speckles. As she stood there. Looking down on him. Then he gets a small shrug.]

I have to be fast. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't... [The people that weren't died quickly. Normally. Because Daz was still alive, somehow.

But with that out the way. She's going back to wandering the tub. More sedated than before. But now she wasn't just stood in place.]

[guesser]

Ah—

[ ah . . . it takes him a second to understand that and after a moment, he does, for what it's truly worth. without trying to drape over the rather grim comment, he sits up and tries to throw himself back on his feet.

not as enthusiastically, but with some interest to keep going, he gestures— and ends up dirtying his entire neck when he rubs it. ]

Did you like the music?

[stopfen]

[No the paycheck, it's dribbling down his shirt...Eh at least they're paid by the hour and the owner didn't seem to care too much. But Mikasa would have been fine with a reduction. Watching him wiggle in the mess was worth it. Getting him a small noise. It wasn't a laugh, nowhere near one, just a huff of air.

The question gets a shrug.]

It makes me want to move...

[Did that even count as an answer?]

[guesser]

[ it certainly did. ]

I'd kill to give you an mp3 . . . [ or maybe like another itouch, if he had one. sadly it was just his phone and some magictech infusion to keep the battery alive. all his photos are in there and while he's dreadfully homesick enough to keep looking at the pictures before he sleeps— ] You can borrow my phone, if you want?

[ he could last a few days without it, and his pink pokemon headphones. ]

[stopfen]

Please don't... [She's had enough murder thx. Accidents happen but please no intentional ones.

But she stops her movement around the tub, shuffling her feet to keep working. ] I'll be fine without it, I move enough already. [In a more controlled way. For punches and training, where every move was thought out. The music...It wasn't as controlled or aggressive.]

Thank you...For the other. I'm not sure how those things work, but Momochan showed me some of the pictures on his. They seem important.

[guesser]

[ haha. finger guns. murder jokes. that he'll probably never be on board with, even when he's bonded with henry. with a quiet ehh, tendou waves it off. sure, it's important, but it's not like mikasa would lose it or destroy it. it's safe in her hands. maybe the safest place to be. ]

Wanna see mine?

[ he has so many pictures. it's a lot. most were discombobulated selfies, but the rest were some good times with friends. ]

[stopfen]

[She was down for punching jokes, not murder ones... But Mikasa doesn't reach out to take it. That one guy had gotten very upset when she didn't understand why he'd risk his life for one, she still didn't really understand. Even with Momochan's explanation. Or her own admittance that it seemed important. Because weren't the important things the ones you remembered?

She's still mulling it over. Because even if he'd offered, there was something strange about it. But interesting at the same time.]

...okay?

[The smallest of unsure headtilts, and she still doesn't try to hold the phone. He can hold it.]