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

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.]

[guesser]

[ no need when tendou bounds next to her and, huh— looks around so they could sit for a break. a bench sounds perfect, shoulder to shoulder to open his pictures and, there! touching the first photo so they could get started, he holds it for her to take. and if very persistent! ]

You just do this, [ he gently takes her finger and swipes the screen. the next photo follows. ] to see the rest.

[ he has a lot of pictures to choose from. ]

[stopfen]

[It sure is nice that the large tub was stable enough to have a wide rim. A makeshift bench, probably so they didn't have to worry about people tracking dirt in to the foot juice. But she sits, flicking a foot out to shake some of the jam off.

She blinks as the first photo go by because huh? But not taking it yet.]

...Why do you a picture of a sleeping guy? And what are you doing to the other one?

[Ninetendo...]

[guesser]

Isn't he angelic?

[ tendou just. chuckles. he gets just about any snap of wakatoshi that he could! beautiful form. his face looks way softer than it actually is when awake! he wanted to keep it. what better way to remember his stonefaced buddy is beautiful in any form he takes? :)

the second one, haha. ]

That's the only way we could get a picture of Taichi. Without it all getting, [ he gestures over his face, ] smudgy. Next!

[stopfen]

... [No comment. Just silence. From the person who had watched others sleep. But she just squints as the photos scroll through.]

Why does it look like they're chasing you in so many..? [Though, that's probably a dumb question.]

It's strange how...neat the pictures are. I've not had any, but you have to sit still for a few minutes or it doesn't work.

[guesser]

[ tendou chortles at that first question, but decides not to answer directly mostly because it answers itself. whisking through each snap fondly. ahh, youth . . . ]

It's pretty fast nowadays! You just can't move too much, [ like, the one of himself he stops on. ] like sneezing. Wanna try a selfie to see for yourself?

[stopfen]

[Nintendo...She just turns her head to look at him instead of the screen. What was he laughing at, but then she tilts her head.]

What's a selfie?

[Oh no]

[guesser]

This!

[ holding the phone up now, in camera mode with the screen showing an excellent mirror of them, tendou leans over and makes a quick face that beams brighter for the shot. camera sound!

bringing in down to his lap will reveal the still photo in whatever face mikasa decided to have at the time. ]

[stopfen]

[Well at the exact moment the photo is taken. Mikasa was staring at him and his leaning with the flattest stare, excuse you. What are you doing. Her narrowed pupils just stared at him. Small splotches of purple and green on her face from the wine.

What a photo that was.

She doesn't stop at him after the photo.]

Huh?

[What?]

[guesser]

Here, [ shoulder to shoulder, he brings the phone up to them— mikasa specifically. ] You got nice eyes.

I missed the word 'looking' noo

[stopfen]

[It's a good job she didn't care for personal space. Because he was certainly breaching it. Not that she was looking at him, not for now. Her head turning to look at the screen. Raising a hand, fingers reaching out for a second. Then brought them to her face, rubbing at on of the blotches... She hadn't been about to wipe photo-her's face, nope, not at all.

Only to pause, and just, slowly turn to squint at him. Hand still smooshing her cheek.

????? ??? Still squinting.]

...They're black. Very black now.

[Granted she'd never really met anyone whose eyes were as dark of grey as her's that the iris and pupil was almost indistinguishable. The grey had actually gotten easier to spot as the whites of her eyes changed. Nothing special.]

They're just eyes.

[Compliment failed?]

[guesser]

Annnnnnd—? [ she could have the phone, hold onto it for however long. tendou's decided he could just get a new one and download everything back from the cloud. sweet. but then how could he keep this picture? hm, dilemmas— ] They're your eyes. I like 'em. Pools of endless time, y'know?

[ he forcefully tries to open his. hewwo. ]

Mine're almost red! [ by human standards, they're more a brownish brick color. ] Some people just see the beauty in the teensy things.

[stopfen]

[She's not keeping it. No matter how much he tries to give it her, she won't take it. The music might have been interesting, something that captivated her in the moment, but the device was of little value to her. And what if one of them suddenly disappeared while she had it?

Nope, it's being shoved back into his hands-

Or partly into the side of his head because he's moving them. To do, that. Right. That thing he's doing and the comment just gets another blink. Then she's turning her head to look down at the wine tub. Lifting a foot out, watching the fruit lumps drip off.]

Have you been drinking this stuff? [Nintendo, are you high on the fruit juice?]

[guesser]

[ mikasa is a killer. tendou guffaws with a bit of cockatoo-like squawk as he shrugs and brings his phone back to him. she can hold onto the headphones, at least! he doesn't mind. and they look cute! ]

Maybe I absorbed them through my soles. [ fact: amoeba mode. ] I'll just ask you for the headphones when I want 'em. Have at them until then.

[stopfen]

[Mikasa just shrugs at that. Awkwardly sliding them back up and onto her ears...It wasn't really comfortable pinning them down like that. And she couldn't really hear a lot. So he just gets a blink for a moment. And he gets what might be a slightly uncomfortable smile.

Then she stands and it's back to fruit murder. Can't be on break all day.!]