open | march catch-all

[blankpieces]

Who: Near ("Eli Dagwood") and open
When: from the full moon on
Where: various locations
What: catch all post for monster changes and the toy shop opening
Warnings: Descriptions of gross things, blood, etc.

the full moon

[Near knows when it's going to happen. He's been scratching at his skin for days now, even had to have the painted tattoo protection moved to a different location on his arms so he stopped scratching it off his wrists. Parts of his skin have been scratched raw despite his best efforts to keep himself from making things worse.

He hides away in his room, door locked and bolted, as the full moon rises and he proceeds to pull off his own skin.

He's becoming a snake, after all. It only makes sense for him to shed like one. Most snakes, however, don't strip off a complete layer of human skin to reveal the scales underneath. It's the most unusual process Near's ever gone through, but it isn't all that painful. The growth of his scales beneath his skin has clearly been happening for some time now, and all he's doing is removing the excess. He does have to pause and rest several times, as physically weak as he is.

The worst part is probably the removal of his eyelids. They come off completely and aren't replaced in his transformation. Snakes don't have eyelids, just a protective layer over their eyes. Not being able to close his eyes is going to bother him immensely - moreso than the scales.

When he's finished he has a complete, large, single piece of human skin on the floor and many black, gray, and white scales in their place. There are certain other things that had come off in the shedding, such as his tongue (which is now black and forked), which makes the whole thing that much more disturbing. He should really burn it all, even though he's sure it would be worth a killing on some black market somewhere. He'll keep it for now, but only as a precaution.

At least he still has his legs, though he doesn't know how long that will last.

The transformation leaves him exhausted, and he falls asleep for several hours after. Unsurprisingly, the next morning finds him spectacularly hungry. He knows what he wants - he's been craving meat for as long as he's been itching. But now it's worse. It feels different, and he's not even sure if raw meat from the butcher will fix the ache in his gut.]

i. [Near is out and about, which isn't common for him. The new scales are obvious, as he's done nothing to cover them up, and his forked tongue darts from his mouth frequently to taste the air. His eyes are the red eyes of an adder, unblinking but darting around quickly.

He stops at the window of a butcher shop and just stares inside.]

ii. [It's late evening in the harbor district and a rat darts along the edge of the street and into the shadows. This isn't anything out of the ordinary. What is out of the ordinary is the white-haired young man that runs after it. As it disappears under a stack of crates he lets out a frustrated hiss and pounds the side of them in frustration.]

iii. [Transformation wildcard - any other scenario you'd like to use here.]


Shop Opening

[Near finally has the toy shop in a state where he can open its doors. Currently he only has two employees and there's a help wanted sign out front in the hopes that he might be able to get one or two more. The shop is located in the northeast section of the shopping district, and a bright sign on the awning says: Life's Playthings.

Inside is a small collection of hand puppets and carved wooden toys, as well as a slightly larger collection of brightly colored animals. It's not a huge stock for now, but it will be growing. At the counter are several varieties of candies.]

((ooc: Other prompts are also welcome!))

Comments

[spaghettimonster]

[Papyrus nods acknowledgement at Near's questions, still poking at the watch to bring up the pictures in question. He doesn't let that distract himself from bragging, though, and multitasks without looking up.]

I'm great with others! I love to help. Papyrus: he's friendship-shaped.

[Rather like these eggs, except nowhere near so round. He holds the watch up for Near to look at, if he chooses, with it set on a picture of a wooden egg. It's painted to look like a stylized skull... The resemblance isn't quite uncanny, but it's recognizable.]

I expect something like other jobs I've worked... About 500 cunes an hour? Wait, how many hours were you looking for? I'm teaching classes in Dorchacht.

[Classes that aren't held for free, but aren't extravagantly compensated either. Papyrus knows how much he's worth emotionally speaking, at least.]

[blankpieces]

[That's certainly a personality, though. Near can see it getting on his nerves after a while. He doesn't need any other big egos, not when he's already going to be dealing with Mello on a regular basis.

Maybe this isn't what he needs right now, but the possibilities are tempting. He's never run a shop before, and while he's quite capable of educating himself on the matter he's still doing a lot of guesswork. He can't afford a lot of advertising. Someone like Papyrus (he doesn't even give odd names a second thought now) might be just what he needs to help get this place off the ground.]

So only part-time work, then?

[He glances at the pictures only enough to get an idea of them, and to give the skeleton the sense that he's actually paying some amount of attention.]

I need some repairs done to the building. I could also use your help organizing some small events for the sake of advertising. Let the kids know the store exists. What do you think?

[spaghettimonster]

[Papyrus nods along at the question of part-time work, taking the glance at its unspoken word of interest. It wouldn't do to offer and then run off without sharing any of his expertise... But with the shop just starting up, and them all but strangers, it doesn't make sense to drop all his other jobs and dreams to help out. Even if he is thinking hard about the idea of wooden dolls as a craftier replacement for his action figures...]

Building repairs? Nothing to it. You just look at what's messed up, and fix it.

[It's a little more involved than that, but there's a good extent to which he knows his way around the task.]

Organizing small events... I could wow the kids with some toy demonstrations. Play-acting stories and battle scenarios... Igniting their imagination with wanting toys of their own...

[This part is further outside his experience, but between his eagerness to please and help, and his own enthusiasm for the toys... It wouldn't be the first time he made whole production to entertain a kid, at least.]

[blankpieces]

[That's a very simplistic way of looking at repairs. Hopefully that means Papyrus actually knows what he's doing and isn't just spouting bravado. Near can be a fairly good judge of character (it comes with his previous job) but not everyone is easy to read. This skeleton wolf is so out there that it's hard to say. He certainly believes his own words, that's for sure.]

This location didn't cost as much to lease because it's in a state of mild disrepair. Fortunately the front of the shop is in a good enough shape to get things up and running, but if you could take a look around for me I'd appreciate it. I think I can procure supplies to patch things up without much difficulty.

[As for the event... Near doesn't want something too overblown. That doesn't suit him.]

Your enthusiasm does you credit. We'll handle the repair work first and see how that goes.

[spaghettimonster]

[He brightens at the inkling of praise, laughing briefly before agreeing.]

Nyeh heh heh... That sounds like a plan! Starting with the basics... Like having a rain-free, mold-free establishment!

[Fine words from the skeleton whose 'sentry station' was not a fine crafted masterpiece of professionalism, tailored to help him in his attempts to become one of the Royal Guard... But a slightly soggy cardboard box for the sake of a pun. He keeps his home in order, mostly, and doesn't tolerate much mess in it.

Though the decor might get a little odd, if Near doesn't keep him in line.]

The customers will flock to you.

[Especially given the chaos that's going to unfold at Dorchacht's Dolly Mine The understated and calm tone of Near's shop will likely make it more popular than he expects, if people from the sister city come in search of toys.

[blankpieces]

[Near is hesitant. He hasn't actually seen Papyrus work yet, so he doesn't know if his skills match up with his bravado. He'll have to be watching for most of the repairs to make sure he doesn't come back to find the place a worse mess than how he left it.

But if it works out, this monster seems at least light-hearted and easy to get along with. Sometimes those sorts of people are useful, as long as the line of work doesn't involve anything potentially immoral.]

First we just patch the holes.

[He can worry about actually attracting customers afterwards.]

When will you be available?

[spaghettimonster]

I have some shopping to do today...

[He pulls his watch back toward him, tapping to bring up the list of his current itinerary.]

But I have this afternoon free.

[Which, he realizes, wouldn't leave a lot of time for gathering the repair supplies needed.]

Or! If you prefer a fresh start with a fresh day. I have no classes tomorrow. And I could be here at dawn.

[And he could, at that. Less a matter of being unnervingly punctual, more of standing outside a little in advance of the dawn. It's fine. There's others out and about at night, and he has his watch and birds to listen to.]

[blankpieces]

[That he's willing to come at the drop of a hat is welcome, though Near doesn't need him immediately. He hadn't even been planning on getting the repairs done as soon as tomorrow, but the earlier they can be completed the better.]

Tomorrow is fine, but you don't need to be here at dawn. [Lord knows Near won't be.]

Perhaps nine o'clock? After I've had time to give the building a look over and get the necessary supplies.

[Or at least get things started. Papyrus might have a better eye for what needs to be fixed than he does, and he'll let the skeleton-wolf do his own examination.]

[spaghettimonster]

Look it over...? Oh! I didn't realize your shop's that new.

[Papyrus looks around more intently at the relatively simple shop, making note of the clumps of toys and empty spaces between them.]

You already have a great stock started up, then. I can't wait to see when it's underway.

[He starts to tap out a reminder in his watch, in the unlikely chance he would forget where he's supposed to be at a certain time.]

But, I will. At least until tomorrow at nine.

[blankpieces]

[He's done some cursory examining, of course. He needed to make sure it was worth dropping any amount of money on. Near knows enough about the place to know how well it will hold up, and what major improvements need to be made. It would help if he made more detailed notes, however, and he wants to do this himself before he puts someone else on the job.

Even if that someone else will probably know much more about what needs fixing and how it can be done.]

Thank you, Mr. Papyrus. I greatly appreciate it.

[Now hopefully the rest of their interactions will go just as smoothly.]