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middaeg2019-10-03 04:44 pm
rollfordiplomacy) wrote in middaeg2019-10-03 04:44 pm
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!]
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!]
Gardening - Full Moon times
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. ]
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Swarm of rats, maybe, that would be the appropriate response for a Vaughan like himself. That'll take a little time to get together, it only works if he has... a lot of rats.
Which, speaking of... the mist had some peculiar effects on him as well. He's the same at a glance, the same height and build, wearing his usual clothing, but turning to Caster shows he, himself, to be a rat.
An astonishingly dapper rat.]
Fair evening to you, Caster. [He eyes the gift. The ""gift""- press x to doubt. He adjusts the glasses on his now long nose, peering through them suspiciously]
Is that so? Well, I'm not one to turn my nose at a gift. Will you open it up for me? [no trust]
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Know what? That view is enough to throw this trickster off his rails completely. His expression loses the mischievous edge and softens into a curiosity. ]
Uh—huh, something changed about you. The hairstyle I assume. [ No, it's the rat part, obviously. Somewhere, a logical part of his brain, screams how everything in the past 24 hours has been wrong and something must be a reason for that— but that part is mostly disconnected for now.
Right, the gift. He pats the package it's large and round. ]
Bah, Everett, do you distrust me? I could take it as an insult— [ And he's been quite easy to offend since yesterday. Fairy brains. ]
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Yes, certainly! You are quite perceptive! [he looks to the package again, the practically whiny tone Caster puts on. Everett's perception of Fae is rather different than the standards of Aef and most other worlds. He wouldn't be putting together that behavior any time soon.]
I trust you to do many things! I trust you to plant explosive spells in my garden. I trust you to charm my tea plants so they run away from my shears. I trust you to offer me gifts with dubious intent, for your own amusement. [he puts both hands out to take the package, having said all that]
So, give it here. I do so trust you. [he gets what he gets, never call Everett a coward]
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And you are right on so much of that! Never change Everett! [ Never change garden warfare. Even if his Fae side made it a little more on the extreme side, even on the normal day he enjoys their routine ("routine") greatly. When did the competition of who has the prettiest garden escalated so far? ...hard to say. ]
But do not doubt my intentions, I never lie. [ Sticking to half-truths, or omission is totally fine in his book though ] This indeed is an apology, as some of my spells went haywire.
[ There is a difference between accidental sabotage and deliberate one. Even he has limits, exploding tomatoes are funny, but doing actual damage is against the (unsaid) rules of fair competition. So he hands the round package to Everett, should he unpack it he will find a small but sturdy statue that could be that of a highly stylized wild pig— it has other uses never meant to be "pretty" ]
Winter is coming so to keep your garden lush and green even in these dark and cold days I've enchanted this decoration. It will radiate warmth and I, or any other Witch, can charge it easily.
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I..! I do so adore it! Thank you, did you- No, no, you couldn't have known... I don't think I mentioned? Aah... [even in this form, he's soft and taken aback in his expression. Clearing his throat, he fights for some composure to answer]
That first love of mine. Whom became a druid... his shape was a boar. I'm really very fond of them, now. This is truly marvelous, Caster. [he's hugging it]
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This might have been aimed as a prank, a bit mean and one to earn a laugh. But genuine happiness, and gratitude? That's much better than anything. So maybe it's the Fae mood swing, or maybe it's just himself underneath the changes but Caster's expression softens at the view. A giant rat, hugging a boar. It looks like a good theme for a tale, really. ]
Now this very shape will protect your garden from the bite of winter. [ Kind of fitting if it's going to symbolize a guy who's a druid. ] If anyone dares to lay a finger on this statue, I will personally strangle them.
[ So guess that means the area under the boar protection is the safe space in warfare? Makes sense. ]
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My cottage shall feel ever more like home, then! The Springtide cities are warm year round. That is where our name originated. The Springtide. [fondly, he tucks the statue under one arm and offers a handshake to his neighbor and friend. All their ridiculous "warfare" and rivalry only making for a stronger sort of bond between them.
Prepare thyself for a very sincere and heartfelt thank you. Everett's a sentimental man]
Rare it is, to receive such a perfect gift. I am grateful, my friend. Truly.