[OPEN] 365 and a day to save my soul

[kivatteru]

Who: Wataru & YOU! Fourth Wall characters are welcome!
When: All of Maiuril
Where: Various
What: Catch-all for the month! Quests, DiplomaTea, etc.
Warnings: None at the moment

i; sad howls in the night

[ This task doesn't seem to need time fixing, unless the turnskin stubbornly refuses to stop howling, but at least he's not investigating a rotting corpse surrounded by hunger-inducing grass this time. Either way, he's mumbling to himself about the best way to approach Roman, but that's when another person passes by him, coming straight from Karen's Patisserie, catching his attention. ]

Have you also taken the quest? About the wolf Turnskin?

[ Well, if this isn't a lucky coincidence. ]

ii; this is egg-specially worrisome

[ So now it's about eggs. The circumstances for their appearance doesn't comfort Wataru, but he offered to take one of the eggs from the Coven and find himself a partner to alternate caring for it with. Kivat has been nervous about the idea, snapping at Wataru that he wants nothing to do with "whatever thing is gonna pop out of there", and then left without saying anything more. It worried the Rider, but his focus is mostly on his duty as an egg-sitter. Other problems will take a backseat until it hatches.

He sighs, looking over at his partner while holding the egg to his lap. ]

Thank you for offering to help. I wonder what creature we're going to have to take care of, though.

[ If the "mom" managed to cause all that carnage to make a nest, they might be dealing with something quite dangerous. ]

iii; an usual day at diplomatea

[ Wataru can be found working at DiplomaTea full time on weekdays and alternatively on weekends as well. Various options available are:

a) He's the waiter serving you;
b) You catch him skillfully playing his violin on the small stage built for him, and you can comment on his performance in whichever way he made you feel;
c) In case of already established CR being the patron, he'll ask permission to serve and interact closely with you;
d) Co-worker shenanigans! Interacting with others at the shop, offering help and most likely being around until closing time. If there's anything you want him for, he'll be readily available.

Pick your poison, or ask for a starter if you'd like! ]

iv; wildcard

[ I can make close starters if you want one! I'm definitely open for full moon or Fourth Wall stuff! PP me on gaiamemories or send me a PM! ]

Comments

[kivatteru]

[ Okay. That's easy to remember. Wataru quickly steels his nerves and concentrates his focus on the numbers Everett is instructing to him.

A deep breath, before he turns over the last number.

...

Nothing happens. ]

Huh...? Why? I'm sure I've input everything.

[rollfordiplomacy]

... input... everything... [Everett repeats, utmost nervously, before shaking it off. No panicking! That won't help. Only make this worse. Think and focus, old goat, what was wrong with that number? Why wouldn't it-]

Viren! Call. Viren. Lord Viren. You have his number in your watch? [Wataru should, all his staff should have some numbers shared between them as coworkers]

He changed the number. I forgot. What it is.

[kivatteru]

Yes... I do have it. Hold on a second.

[ Wataru pulls out his watch in a hurry, steading it on his hand as he quickly scrolls through the list to find Viren's name. He won't allow himself to think about the way Everett talks - which is transpiring the start of a panicked response to being locked inside a vault.

He needs to focus. But... wait... ]

Should I tell him that you're locked inside it?

[rollfordiplomacy]

Absolutely do not tell him.

[humiliating!! Please. Viren. Don't let him down, now!




If he wasn't panicked, he'd know better. A foolish notion, to believe Viren, of all men in this world or any other, to give up a vault code simply because it was asked it of him.]

[kivatteru]

[ ... Okay then. Everett's panicked tone settles it for him, and without further questions he dials up Viren's number.

The exchange is brief and hushed. Wataru turns to the vault, an apologetic look despite the fact Everett can't see him. ]

He said, well... [ and he quotes: ] "Absolutely not".

[rollfordiplomacy]

Fine! Tell him I'm locked in it! [That was a quick turn on that, Everett. Real quick. But suffocating in his own vault is definitely far worse than admitting to such nonsense.

He can't exactly talk to Viren through the watch, there's no way it would pick up his muffled voice, even if he did yell loud as he could. He'll settle for a pathetic bleating that Viren is sure to hear and understand his panic through their bond, even if he can't articulate full words.]

[kivatteru]

[ Fortunately for Everett, Wataru won't pick up on how pathetic all the bleating sounds like. Instead he lets Viren listen, after which he gets the positive answer he hoped for. ]

He agreed to give me the number this time... hold on.

[ With Viren's guidance, he slowly manages to turn every single number with calculating precision, his brow wet with sweat as tension guides his hand.

... When he hears a click, that's when he notices he almost stopped breathing, and sighs out loud as he gently opens the vault for his boss to come out. ]

Everett... are you okay?

[rollfordiplomacy]

[Viren (sighing) gives out the new number, one Everett knew and yet couldn't come up with in his panicked mindscape. The vault clicks as it's entered and Everett is also holding his breath, purely on instinct to do so. When the door finally opens, the rush of fresh air is a rush of relief, too.

He staggers himself out and immediately falls into Wataru's arms, hugging him! Tight! So very grateful!!]

M, my dear! Thank you, thank you thank you, so very much, h, how distressing!

[kivatteru]

[ The call with Viren accidentally cuts when Wataru is suddenly wrapped in the arms of his taller and larger boss. Eyes widening, he blinks them in surprise. ]

Ah...

[ What does he say to that? You're welcome feels very much out of place. Wataru just did what he had to do because otherwise Everett would have died from suffocation. But the faun's gratefulness and the trembling in his voice causes some kind of warmth washing over the Rider, along with relief for the situation that has been solved. Sure, the ghost is still on the loose, but they can be more prepared for her return if it ever happens.

He slowly returns the hug, patting Everett's back as he burrows his face into the other man's shoulder. ]

It's over. I'm sorry for not fending her off properly, but it's over now.