[open] there is no time but now

[pastregrets]

Who: Omi and YOU! (with a guest spot by Juza for Actors)
When: All Iuneril
Where: Here, there, everywhere!
What: Quests (Sew N Sews, Actors Wanted, Berry Picking), a generic prompt, and wildcard catch-all!
Warnings: Sew N Sews could get racy?


I. Actors Wanted: (Please reply in the designated thread to include Juza!)

[On a street corner in front of a necessities shop, there are two oddly formally dressed men, one of whom is obviously a Monster, and one of whom is trying a little harder to hide it. They're both holding moderately sized brownish cloths, and seem to be in the middle of some sort of performance.]

--That's right, Juza! It holds five times its weight in liquid!

You’ll never need another paper towel again. Use it for spills! Use it to dry yourself off!

Everything from household chores to the toughest business can be ten times easier with the MagicSham! Just check out this-- [he looks pained. So pained.] --sweet sucking action.

[Omi pulls out a shallow pan and dumps a small pitcher of water into it, then steps back to hand the MagicSham he was holding to Juza.

Juza dunks the cloth in the water, and it barely even sucks up any water at all. Sometimes you just gotta take a gig.]

Wow.

[He does not sound even a little bit enthused.]


II. Sew N Sews
a. Whistle while you work

[Omi's focusing intently on the work in front of him, at times fiddling with delicate silky or lacy things, at other times forcing a needle through vinyl. He's the elbow grease and the finesse all at once. Maybe he didn't sew so much back home, but he's pretty handy with crafts to begin with!

A new model walks up, and Omi looks up from his work quickly, reaching for the pincushion with a sheepish smile. Whether the model is in scant lingerie or a themed costume, they need some fitting help, and Omi's been given a crash course.]

Right. I'll just be pinning a few places and adjusting here and there. If you wouldn't mind just standing up straight and ah… Holding your arms out to your sides…?


b. Turnabout's fair play

[Somewhere in all of this, Omi got the tables turned on him. One of the brothel owners ran in with a panicked expression, saying a model was under the weather, and they had to be fitted today, but oh! Omi was just the same size and build! So now Omi finds himself in layers of a costume that somehow manages to not look out of place on him at all. Everything fits pretty well, but there are adjustments needed here and there, usually in unfortunately intimate places. His face is a bit red, but he's trying, okay?]

Ah, is it easier if I stand like this?

[Let's just hope he's not mistaken for an actual brothel employee!]


III.Berry Picking

[Omi's definitely growing more and more familiar with the local flora, thanks to his cooking hobby. It seemed like a good match to work for this business, so he's looking more than a little excited about getting out into the wilderness to examine the plants, and then to ultimately sample the final product. Asking around habitually, he knows what's poisonous and what to avoid, but he's never worked with freshly picked berries of this sort! Maybe he can talk them into giving him a few for a pie?

Walking among the bushes, he's sweeping aside branches and looking for the ripest berries, all miraculously untouched by local animals.His newly heightened sense of smell is helping him sniff out the condition of the plants, and he seems pleased as he advances through the thicket. Finally, he lights on a good spot, with plenty to pick, and looks back to his partner.]

Over here! These look nice and ripe. We'll be able to get at least half a basket.


IV. Work it out

[Omi's trying to get serious about both controlling these newly developed instincts and staying in shape so he can eventually fight properly alongside the martial folks of Aefenglom. He jogs every morning after he serves up breakfast, and can be often caught doing push-ups or jumping rope, or even playing some makeshift one-man soccer in the front yard of the mansion he and others live in.

If, on his jog, he catches anyone else diligently training, he'll be sure to stop by to inquire about their training and skills, honestly curious. If you catch him training, he'll likely be shirtless, and it's clear he's well-built and strong. He's pretty tall and broad, too, for a normal human!

Feel free to recruit him for some physical labor, fight training, or modeling… Or just say hello!]


V. Wildcard

[Have we discussed something else? Drop it in here!]


[ooc: Berry prompt please try to keep PG if it gets affectionate! Sew N Sews is fair game for NSFW if it goes there. He can be mistaken for an employee! Please feel free to message me on Discord at Nini#5820 or Plurk at hotpants for plotting~ Thanks!]

Comments

For Actors, the +Juza option!

[pastregrets]

[The shopkeeper/inventor comes out after five or ten or maybe fifty performances of this awful skit and hands off some free MagicShams and some cash to the two actors.

Omi turns to Juza with a grimace.]

I guess work's work.

Least we didn’t have to get drenched for it. [He was a little worried when the script said “use it on yourself.”]

Right. [He looks down at the cloth he holds with disdain.] But what the heck are we supposed to do with these..?

... Donate ‘em?

That has to be a crime. They don't even soak up as much as a normal towel...

[Omi turns his eyes to passers-by, like some answer is going to come from someone lingering nearby.]

wildcard

[clickclickbang]

[Omi had sent Prompto a message a few days into the month and since every time he goes over to Omi's place he gets food...yeah, Prompto's heading over there as soon as he can without looking too eager.

A knock, and then he calls out:]

Omi?

[pastregrets]

[What luck for Prompto, because Omi's in the middle of two pies right now, and he's pretty sure he can convince Soren and Juza to share just one. He's been cooking a little extra for folks both before and after the full moon.

Pulling off his oven mitts, he rushes over to the door and opens it, recognizing his boss's voice right away.]

Hey! Come on in! I wasn't expecting you, so I'm in the middle of cooking...

[clickclickbang]

So you mean I have perfect timing?

[Prompto grins, tail wagging at all the yummy smells and also Omi.]

Need help?

[pastregrets]

Yep!

[He can't help chuckling. He'd caught Prompto's predicament earlier in the month and offered an open door and an open kitchen, so he's happy to make good on it, even at a moment's notice.]

Ah, actually... The pies are just in the oven; I checked them just now. I could make something else to take with, though. Has everyone in your house been eating okay?

IV

[blind_benevolence]

[ Shu, too, makes it a point to train daily. Of course a blind man tends to draw attention and his kick-based style is somewhat flashy, so he's not surprised by the interruption. He doesn't mind it whatsoever, especially not when he recognizes the voice. Shu stops and turns towards Omi with a broad smile. ]

Ah, would you like to join me? I prefer to train with someone, it makes it more interesting.

HELLO <3

[pastregrets]

[Honestly, Omi can't help stopping and marveling at the unusual technique every time he catches Shu training. He normally doesn't linger too long, and doesn't interrupt, keeping his distance out of respect for his concentration. This time, though, he's worked up the courage to say something, and he heads right over. The grin is audible.]

If you don't mind me joining... I'm definitely not as skilled as you, but I'm a pretty fast learner, so maybe I'll pick something up.

oh hi!

[blind_benevolence]

[ Enthusiasm does his heart good. His broad smile remains as he settles comfortably into one of his most familiar stances. ]

I would have very few sparring partners if I only fought those as skilled as me. [ He takes a deep breath in. In his own world, he could sense his opponents movement by their heart; it seems now to have been enhanced by magic. The vibrations he picks up are stronger now, giving him a clearer picture of exactly who he's fighting. ] So come on, Omi, make the first move!

[pastregrets]

You're giving me too much credit if you think I'm gonna be able to do anything as good as "sparring". But maybe I'll give you a good workout anyway.

[Omi's cheeks go a touch pink, but only for a moment. He's not really sure he's ready for this, but here he is, throwing into it headfirst, determined to make something of his skills. Back home he's a danger to the people he cares for, in his opinion. Here? Here, maybe he can hone it.

He steps in closer, looking Shu over, considering for a moment before he raises his hands in a sort of loose grappling stance. It's like playing with his little brothers and his dad, right? He's more used to being armed, not that he'll admit it, but... Yeah.

Finally, taking a deep breath, he does the only (idiotic) thing he can think of to do to size up Shu: he just straight up football tackles him. If he can get an idea of his weight and center of gravity, he'll have somewhere to start from.]

work it out - hi i'm here to continue ruining ur inbox

[battlebound]

[ Steak's hours have become increasingly more strange since Red Wine's vampirism has grown worse and more obvious. Sure, they can take different schedules, be night and day in yet another manner, but they always fight better together.

Which is to say that, when the morning breaks, Steak has been up for hours, training in the quiet of early dawn. He never did like waking up early (that was Gingerbread's forte), but when there's no other options, there are no other options. He won't fight, won't complain.

He makes the best of it, as he always has.

And that's why, when Omi comes through his route jogging, he might just find a man who is a whirl of tentacles and steel, horns a fierce arc above his head. And...

Are those...

Cow ears? ]

i love it

[pastregrets]

[Omi's accustomed to being up early to make everyone's breakfast and bentos before class, so he's not bothered by the morning at all. It's beautiful and still when everyone else in the world is at rest behind closed doors, and he can make the morning his own. He takes the time to think, and he marvels from time to time at why he hadn't done this with Tasuku back home.

Here, the people he sees so early are unique. For example, today? Literal cow... boy? He thinks he looks familiar, like he's seen him in passing, but even jogging doesn't have him fully awake, and he moves closer for a better look, nosy as ever.

Maybe a little too close. He has to stagger back to avoid a particular sweep of said tentacles and steel.]

A-ah... Sorry.

;D

[battlebound]

[ If the cow features concern him, just wait until he hears the name...

It's a literal lifetime of being married to blades which enables Steak to stop before he injures the stranger, red eyes wide as he narrowly avoids bringing down his sword in the space the man stumbles away from. ]

What the hell was that for?!

[ The shock, as is custom, is quickly replaced with a glare, sword sheathed under his tentacles. The message is clear as anything — that was stupid.

(He could have injured you, rando.) ]

[pastregrets]

[Omi's face goes a little red, and he rubs at the back of his head awkwardly.]

Sorry... I got distracted. Don't sorry, I'm pretty hard to hurt, fortunately.

[Sheepishly:]

I was... just noticing your weapons and your... ah, changes? I didn't mean to stare.

iii

[bloodwit]

[ viren had, reasonably, been paired with someone less familiar with the surrounding flora. he'd accepted, even though, like many of the trivial activities involved in these monthly quests, he thinks the task unworthy of his time. the fact that it involves exploration of the unknown only slightly boosts his mood. ]

[ so, here he is -- trailing along after the paired stranger in question as he picks out the what seems to be the perfect bush. viren, as he might be embarrassed to admit, hasn't actually memorized the properties of this particular plant. but -- surely, they wouldn't be here if it had some dreaded, ill side-effects to the touch, or any other of the senses. perhaps that's overly hopeful. ]

[ with a sigh, he holds better aloft his basket, crouching nearer to the plant. ]

Let's make haste, then.

[pastregrets]

[It takes all sorts to do a task like this, unglamorous and tedious as it might be. But Omi's taking it on with his usual gentle enthusiasm, the Omi he wants everyone to see, kind and giving and helpful.

It doesn't seem to do much for the guy he's paired up with, though. Maybe if he tries small talk about something other than, like, the weather, or the General State Of Things, he'll get a better response.

Moving in toward the bush, Omi brings his own basket around from where he had it wedged under his arm, then crouches as well.]

Ah, good eye. I almost walked right by it, didn't I...

1/2

[bloodwit]

You did. [ a little press of his mouth, into a thin line. this one's cheerful, which he doesn't necessarily mind, but that doesn't mean he won't try to push the boundaries of that at first. ] Make up for it by working efficiently.

[ efficiently at... berry picking, yes. to be fair, even if this particular bush is promising, viren has to shift to his knees, to lean forward - some of the more vibrant clumps of berries are hidden behind a thick wall of leaves. ]

[ and while he does his darnedest in avoid a faceful of leaves, reaches, inhales— ]

[bloodwit]

[ and abruptly rocks back onto his heels, empty-handed, when a wave of dizziness hits him. a palm goes to scaly forehead, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to make sense of .. that, and a frankly startling uplift in mood he's yet to process. ]

What—

[ he gives a shake of his head to clear this. ]

What's happening, here...?

[pastregrets]

I'll do my best...

[Ah, well. Omi will double his enthusiasm, then, just so he comes off as utterly competent and useful. He doesn't have any intention of tossing aside his carefully cultivated personality of being selflessly helpful to others.

But then something weird happens. And he moves closer. Wondering just what caused the reaction, he looks into the leaves, like he's going to see an animal or something there. The tense readiness is for nothing, though, as he also gets a whiff of the plant.]

W-wow... Don't like that. [Turning toward Viren, though.] Are you okay?

ii b

[sing_for_me]

[ Alex glances up at him when he adjusts his stance, offering a sympathetic smile at his plight. ]

This is fine. Just stand still, okay?

[ It would be incredibly unfortunate considering just where she has to stab her needle through. Resting her hand right by his inner thigh and pinching the fabric to try to pull it away from his skin, she brings the needle in and starts to work on the seam. ]

Ah, but don't forget to breathe too.

[ She adds with a small laugh in an attempt to comfort him. ]

[pastregrets]

[Omi could not possibly be more awkward, even if he's been through a decent share of fittings with Yuki, even if he's got very little actual shame when it comes to his body or his build. It's more that this is a stranger, and he's kind of...

Well.

Like.

It's obvious even without anything scandalous going on that he's basically poured into those pants. He's not just tall and beefy.

Anyway, that awkwardness aside, he's trying to stand absolutely still and relaxed.]

I trust you. [He says it jovially, maybe to chase off the tiny touch of embarrassment at having a pair of hands working between his muscular thighs.] You have pretty steady hands. At least that's how it looks from up here. If I'm wrong, just, ah, let me believe it for now.

[sing_for_me]

[ Her head lowers, and she stops her movements, shoulders shaking slightly. ]

Please ...don't make me laugh.

[ To be fair, it's not like she could miss the important bits with how the pants fit him. It's no surprise with this line of work that the clothes would be more form fitting, but she can't help but wonder if this was a little too tight for him. ]

How's the fit though? Does it feel too tight or loose anywhere else?

[pastregrets]

[Oh no. Now he's laughing, too. He has to cover his mouth with one hand to keep from losing it, clearing his throat when he's a little more centered.]

It's... it's fine. Tighter than I'd pick if it was my choice, but it's... [How does he say this...] ...loose enough that I can actually take them off, which might be the point here?

Work it out - maybe do you even lift squad grow

[stopfen]

[He wasn't the only one jogging, it was rather light exercise for the fae. But it was obviouse she did a lot more than that. A few small scars were visible on her side that were slowly being hidden by the fine fairy dust starting to form. For winter she'd been wearing shorts and a vest, but the summer heat was enough to move on to normal training gear.

She doesn't comment though. She's used to people being ripped, so she just keeps jogging along. Looks like they're stuck on the same pave for a while, having to listen to the sounds of their feet hitting the ground.]

[pastregrets]

[Omi isn't here to question someone else's workout regimen, nor to question their physical form at all. Frankly, he's got enough scars here and there that he won't answer to. Still, he can't help but notice a well-built person, especially when they keep pacing each other so often during his intervals.

He pulls up beside her, then, not getting too close, but definitely opening the floor for discussion.]

...Nice morning, isn't it?

[stopfen]

[It takes a moment for him to get a response. Compound eyes blink, looking around for a second. Oh her, he was talking to her. It gets a small nod.]

Yeah. It is... [Warm, with a slight breeze. She'd trained in a lot worse conditions. Talking didn't wind her or anything. But talking, it was hard. But after a few more seconds of awkward silence(not that she really realisises it's awkward) she speaks again, looking at him.]

Do you do this often?