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Octeuril Catch all [Open!]

Who: Everett and anybody!
When: Throughout Octeuril
Where: Aefenglom
What: Gardening, Kittens, Quests- many OTA prompts inside!
Warnings: NSFW in some threads, will mark individually as needed.

[All prompts in header are OTA! Closed prompts will be below and marked accordingly. New and established CR both welcome, plotted or not! Will match format, if prose is preferred over brackets!]

Rainy Days, Here to Stay
A. Gardening for fun and competition

[Everett's cottage was a welcome sight, coming back from Dorchacht. He hasn't been a mirrorbound for long and yet, it felt enough like a home to him. His garden had been well taken care of in his absence, but after gaining so much more experience with his magic in Dorchacht, he was ready to really expand. He could let his neighbors have the more beautiful garden, after all!

He'll be happily recruiting any who wish to help him, offering them garden boxes of herbs and tea plants to take home with them in repayment. His tobacco plants he's protective of, but the lilies are off limits!

If gardening isn't in one's skill or knowledge set, that's just fine, Everett seems to be new to it himself, mostly relying on his magic to grow and maintain his garden. All the same, he didn't want to keep draining himself, so there is a stack of literature bought and borrowed on the subject. He's happy for others to take a look, or to write out instructions transcribed, for home care of gifted plants!

They just need to be mindful none of those books get wet. Everett enjoys working out in the rain, but it's difficult to not trek in the water and muck straight into his tidy cottage...]

B. Shelter from the downpour (aka The Kitten Giveaway)
[Throughout the month, Everett will be out and about his yard. He's landscaping the front portion with verdant rose bushes and hibiscus and ivy to crawl up the front porch of his cottage. Soon enough, it's overtaken with more green and blossoming flowers than it is wooden structure. HIs front gate is always left wide open and welcoming.

On this day, it's really pouring. He spies someone stuck out in it, waving to them from under his porch. There's a basket in his arm and he's stuffing it full of... kittens? Seems a family of strays was taking shelter and he felt a need to help. The neighbors keep feeding the local cats, but this was the first Everett saw of little ones. They should really be brought in.

As should the poor person out in the rain! Everett waves them in, warmly greeting even a perfect stranger. He's always happy to make friends.]

This way! My cottage is warm, do take shelter. It really is coming down today!

A Questing We Shall Go
A. Garden Troubles
[Everett loves him some fresh preserves! He's also just a very helpful man, aiding the old woman with her troubles would be on his to-do even without reward. He's happy to see someone else willing to indulge her. He's glad others are so kind!

He does not expect the issue to be puppies of all things. The same from the dream, even! Same kind of creature, at least. Everett was already very fond of the petal wolves, so he's careful not to harm any while shooing the majority away. One remains and it's a particularly pesky one, he's in need of the other helper to chase the pup into his arms. He catches the dog around the midsection and swings the creature up in his arms, looking it over appraisingly]

Caught you, little one! This is no place for you.... [it whimpers at him and. Oh. Huh.

He could understand just what it meant! How curious that is.]

B. Habitat for Refugees
[While he's more than happy to be out of Dorchacht, Everett is not content to leave the refugees without assistance. They're in real need of support and mentorship, autonomy is a frightening prospect! Everett does not want them slipping back into familiar habits or finding new, worse ones. Aefenglom may be a better place, but it's not perfect and these monsters could easily be taken advantage of if they're not well looked after. Everett is assisting on two, main fronts.

Firstly, thrifting! He's happy to gather some money up of his own and kind donation of other volunteers, using every coin of it wisely. With so many yard sales around the city, it's easy to get practical goods and furniture at a bargain. The housing for the refugees should be well stocked with living essentials in now time! Of course, assistance hunting down good deals and even just moving so much furniture would be very helpful to him.

Second, he's doing much the same as he did in Dorchacht, brightening up the neighborhood with plant life! His focus is on planting herbs, tea plants, and fruiting trees. Plants the refugees can easily tend to themselves and harvest for the local market or keep for themselves. Everett's eye is steadfastly on providing the practical!]

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[Returning home safely calls for celebration, doesn't it? Everett thinks so, he needs to blow off some steam. He went to the harbor to have a couple drinks and a couple drinks turned swiftly into many drinks.

Funny, he used to have a good sense of his constitution. Not so much, now! He's had far, far more than he's used to and still doesn't feel all that drunk.

Drunk, for sure, but not as drunk as he should be. It helps his still twisted ankle feel better, though stumbling about on it might not be the best call. Stumbling that lands him right into-]

O, oh! That you, mi'lord? [he adjusts his glasses, squinting, one arm draping fully around Viren at the bar. They're friendly, this is just a nice, friendly greeting! He pats Viren's shoulder brusquely]

My apologies, my very sincere apologies, yes. Here, let me buy us a drink! [has he had enough? Yes. Could he handle more? That is to be discovered]

[Everett had not yet had many... troubles caused by his transformation. Becoming a faun had, so far, been the amazing addition of magic into his skill set and... some mild scalp pain. That was about it!

Being back in Aefenglom, it feels like so much more is hitting him so much faster. Most dramatically, his feet had suddenly pointed down and shifted into a pair of hooves. He was... not keeping his balance very well on them. It made other changes all the more difficult to deal with. Certain desires are off the charts for him, so much so he's leaving his house less and less as the moon grows full, not wishing to embarrass himself in public. He can be embarrassed in private, thank you-

Well, maybe embarrassed with some company is better. Less frustrating, with luck, Sokie is getting a text through her watch a bit late into an evening, near to the moon being full. Everett didn't wish to bother her, but he's at his wits ends and he's sure she's aware to some degree]

I'm certain you already know, through our bond, what I am about to ask you. Would you be free to spend the night with me?

[ Though most of his strength his gone, Wataru could still count on his reflexes. Not like it helps him a lot when he's chasing down the petalwolf puppies, which are quick to slip out of his grasp and scurry out of sight the instant he blinks his eyes. He came to terms with the fact many elements from his previous dream are an actual reality in this world. Weird, but not something he'd ponder too much about unless necessary.

Wataru decides to take a risk and make a dive, catching the puppy off guard when he hits the ground and manages to grab the little thing and pull it close, resisting the inevitable squirming and whining. It nibbles on his scarf, but not enough to leave damage. He even doubts the pup developed its sharp teeth yet.

With a sigh, he sits up, trying to reach for his fallen hat while keeping the critter steady in his other arm. When he succeeds, his eyes wander up towards Everett. ]

This is much harder than I thought...

[This is what she gets for exploring, isn't it? You'd think being from England would make her more cautious to take an umbrella with her everywhere, just in case, but... Nope.

She's caught in the downpour, because the Unlucky Princess title has to follow her here too, and she's just resigning herself to the fact that this is just going to be her life now when Everett calls out to her. The voice is a familiar one and she looks up before hurrying towards it to find shelter beneath the porch.

She hugs at herself, shivering, and blinks up at him, realizing now here she knows him from.]

Oh! You're-- I-I'm sorry for intruding like this... [She says, despite the fact he invited her.]

[Thrifting is certainly fun, but it can be frustrating when it comes to getting all of your purchases home. Rich can recognize not only that Everett is the one standing outside of that furniture store, but also that he's wearing the expression of someone who's possibly bitten off more than he can chew.

He smirks as he comes a little closer, glad his stupid exercise regimen is good for this kind of physical labour, at least.]

Hey, you planning on blocking the door with those chairs all day? I can give you a hand.

[x]

[ As requested, Daenerys feels almost compelled to explain her questions. It is not the first time people (even her fellow mirrorbound) has assumed she would jump ahead of herself. There's a sense of council she misses – of having guidance and perspectives given to her for her to act upon. Jorah provides damn good council, but here? He is but one man. One guarded man. If she is to get home – she needs more than that. There needs to be action of some kind.

She navigates easily to his cottage, the directions clear and simple when she asks around. This is not the first time she has sought out company alone away from her Queensguard – no, her friend. Dany does not wish to complicate things further and with that? A knock on Everett's cottage door awaits! :) ]

[ There was a lot to work on the garden upon returning from Dorchacht. Given for at least two weeks the cottage was entirely abandoned, all residents taking a vacation somewhere far away. "Vacation." Please, no more vacations like this. Caster spends a few days lazily, in that he doesn't attend Coven lessons much and he doesn't pick any of his many part-time jobs. It was spent making the garden making more presentable. And later, making it more presentable than Everett's.

You know, it's war, a competition.

As the madness descent at night over the night and is curbed through it— Everett might find his garden to be a subject of far more mischievous competition. There are enchantments set on tomatoes that make them explode at the touch. Potatoes dig themselves out of the ground if approached and then run away on tiny legs. Herbs disappearing from their place, only to appear somewhere else. The culprit eventually shows himself, looking not a bit apologetic although slightly shifty.

Caster is hiding something behind his back, but the stranger is his form. Instead of the familiar Witch stands a creature resembling a Fae. Skin at many places marred with patterns resembling that of a tree bark or leaves— forms resembling leaves and small branches sticking out from his scalp and neck, although the thin, delicate antennae coming from his forehead are correctly insectoid like (there are bugs that mimicry leaves and foliage, he seems to have taken their characteristics). From wait up he's not wearing anything aside from a large and warm shawl draped over his shoulders. ]

Hey, Everett. I got something for you. Consider it an apology gift. [ Uh, huh. He seems to be planning something. ]

[There's a figure streaking through the rain-- well, she's not terribly fast, considering her short legs. But she's doing her best to try and hurry to shelter when she hears a familiar voice call out. She makes a split second choice to change courses and dash towards his place.

Normally a little rain wouldn't bother her but-- she's not normally sporting feline features either. As soon as she's out of the rain, she shakes her tail and her ears to try and dry them off. Cats really do look pretty sad when they're wet.]

Ahaha... hey Everett. Sorry for dropping in so suddenly. [She looks into the basket just then and smiles at the sight of the protected kittens.] Oh! It looks like you've saved a lot of friends today.

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Not at all! I tend to have what my company might be having. It creates a shared experience between us.

[he raising his glass in a mock cheers, taking the same sort of sip Steak did]

I'm a diplomat by trade. Most of what I do is try to understand others.

Edited 2019-10-19 16:42 (UTC)

[continued from over here]

I amend my offer, then. A bit of labor and time, in exchange for the jacket. If you see something more than strikes your fancy, add that to pile for yourself. [a good deal, Everett thinks. He gestures to some of the clothing he'd picked out, stacked onto the luggage, but not yet folded.]

Let me gather a couple more things! Then we can lift this out to the street. I shall be quick.

[no point in taking his time, when he has some extra hands on deck. A couple more jackets and a skirt is what he'll return with, happy to hand one off and fold the other two himself. They can take as much in the luggage case as they can fit, all it needs is to close and to not be so heavy as they can't carry it.]

[Shortly before dawn on the day after the full moon, something creeps into Everett's garden on ungainly feet. The vaguely deer-shaped thing pauses to sniff at a rat here, a kitten there, as he picks his way among the rows of flowers and vegetables; he only stops when he's come to a tangle of foliage large enough he can hide himself in it.

Which is no mean feet: he's nearly five foot at the shoulder and still has that marvelous rack of antlers, now once again draped in bloody rags of velvet and studded incongruously with eyes. But somehow he finds a way to crawl into cover and curl up as small as he can, chin resting on the soil and all of those very many eyes closed in resignation beneath their folded plum blossoms.

The world wouldn't have him, not in this shape, but after spending the full moon outside the city's walls...he feels unsurprisingly heartsore and lonely. Abandoned, even, except he was the one doing the abandoning when every attempt to help Aefenglom's frightened citizens was met with more fear. Running away had seemed better at the time, but now...he needs to be close to someone familiar. In lieu of actually approaching his Bonded in this shape (they were supposed to cement that Bond today, weren't they? And here he is, like this, his scars and worse on display for all to see), hiding in his beloved's flowerbeds will have to do.

It's close enough-- no, it's not nearly close enough to ease the ache in his heart, but it's close enough to be better than nothing.]

Edited 2019-10-26 06:27 (UTC)

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