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middaeg2020-02-08 10:49 am
selfishwish) wrote in middaeg2020-02-08 10:49 am
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Do every stupid thing that makes you feel alive
Who: Momiji Sohma & You!
When: Feb. 2-15
Where: Around Aef!
What: Catch-all type post for the first half of Feoveuer; Momiji finds ways to shake off recent bleakness
Warnings: N/A for now!
1. Speed Date Champion
[After the first day of Faiolleach, Momiji decides that speed-dating may be his one true calling.
If we are being scrupulously accurate, he has never been on an actual date. Most of what he knows about dating is a collage of facts from TV dramas, high school gossip, and his cousin Shigure's romance novels. But every party is a dress-up opportunity and a chance to make new friends—and he hasn't really been in a party mood at all for the past couple months. So, he has time to make up for!]
Okay, first question! Tell me something funny about where you lived before here!
[Hence, the puca-boy practically leaping into the chair opposite the next Mirrorbound he's assigned to meet, bright-eyed and ready to go.
Tonight's costume theme at this bar is "nightwear," and while a number of participants seem to have taken that in a...different sort of "bedroom-appropriate" direction, with nighties and other trim outfits abounding, he's sporting a pair of lambswool white, footie PJs, with a decal of a cheerful duckling stitched across the heart.
He leans both elbows on the table and beams at tonight's first competitor, eager for the answer. He has a whole game-plan to get through here, okay...?]
2. A+ Finder
[At work, his bosses seem to notice how much he's perked up recently. The Particularly Good Finders detective agency had been keeping him on part-time desk work—sorting through mail and interviewing the more unpromising potential clients—while he was still showing signs of edging towards ferality. But by the second week of Feoveuer the dark half-circles that had started to form under his eyes and the constant, fidgety skittishness and the occasional tendency to find things in his pockets and not remember where he picked them up from have all faded. Mostly. Almost entirely!
Enough, anyway, for one of the detectives to pat him on the head and toss a file down on his desk and tell him to get to it—his first actual case! (Well, his first on-purpose one, at least.)
He sets off to canvas the neighborhood immediately, full of purpose.]
'Scuse me! Pardon me...! Do you mind taking a look at this for me...? Have you seen this dog?
[Look: Everybody has to start somewhere. And so his first mission is to search the neighborhood on the borders of the Eastern Residential District and the Shopping District for a missing pooch. Thus, you may find yourself accosted by a small puca who would very much like you to look at a sheet with a black-and-white photo of a very large, very ugly, very slobbery black hound, who answers to "Mr. Sausageworth." (It's a family name.) He's the victim of a suspected pupnapping!
Or, alternatively—once normal shoe-leather doesn't turn up any immediate leads—you may be interrupted on your evening walk by what looks like a half-grown, stray corgi, trotting its way out of an alley, only for it very abruptly to turn back into a worn out rabbit-boy, seated and panting on the cobblestones.]
Oh--oops! [He yelps, before sulking down at the street.] ...sniffing butts is way more work than I would've thought.
3. A+++ Finder
[A few days later, Momiji can be found seated at a patio table out by a local café. It's snowing out and still cold enough that the streets are sparsely populated. He is, in fact, the only customer seated outside, huddled under the awning with his knees up in the seat and his winter coat tucked snugly around him.
And he doesn't care, because he has a tray of bacon rapidly cooling on the table in front of him--and, across the table, a giant, black mastiff, drooling a torrent as the puca occasionally offers him a bite. The dog's almost as big as he is (and definitely heavier), and it gruffly woofs or yeowls whenever he goes too long without tossing it a nibble, but it stays put.
They wouldn't let them into the café to warm up, and getting the big guy across the city and back home is going to be fun, but. For right now he just wants to savor his triumph!]
4. Volunteer Entertainer Extraordinaire
[There are only so many cases, though, and...you know what they say about idle hands. He's trying very hard to keep busy and to be good and stay out of trouble.
So, as one project, at the end of each week he rides along with a wagon of other volunteers heading outside the Walls and a Witch or two from the Coven to help distribute supplies and offer some entertainment to those beyond the City's protection. He helps pass out food and books and toys to some of the younger kids who crowd around, at first. But, once the sun starts to set, he hangs around to retrieve the violin from home he's stashed in the back of their caravan, too.]
Mm, hey! Can you dance...?
[He'll ask someone who looks like they're Mirrorbound too, probably completely at random. This isn't exactly the setting for a recital, and it's easier to attract attention and turn that into festivity if they have someone to start things off!
An observant sort might notice that the eagerness glinting in his eyes does not look likely to take no for an answer.]
If you just follow the music, I bet we can get people to join in!
When: Feb. 2-15
Where: Around Aef!
What: Catch-all type post for the first half of Feoveuer; Momiji finds ways to shake off recent bleakness
Warnings: N/A for now!
1. Speed Date Champion
[After the first day of Faiolleach, Momiji decides that speed-dating may be his one true calling.
If we are being scrupulously accurate, he has never been on an actual date. Most of what he knows about dating is a collage of facts from TV dramas, high school gossip, and his cousin Shigure's romance novels. But every party is a dress-up opportunity and a chance to make new friends—and he hasn't really been in a party mood at all for the past couple months. So, he has time to make up for!]
Okay, first question! Tell me something funny about where you lived before here!
[Hence, the puca-boy practically leaping into the chair opposite the next Mirrorbound he's assigned to meet, bright-eyed and ready to go.
Tonight's costume theme at this bar is "nightwear," and while a number of participants seem to have taken that in a...different sort of "bedroom-appropriate" direction, with nighties and other trim outfits abounding, he's sporting a pair of lambswool white, footie PJs, with a decal of a cheerful duckling stitched across the heart.
He leans both elbows on the table and beams at tonight's first competitor, eager for the answer. He has a whole game-plan to get through here, okay...?]
2. A+ Finder
[At work, his bosses seem to notice how much he's perked up recently. The Particularly Good Finders detective agency had been keeping him on part-time desk work—sorting through mail and interviewing the more unpromising potential clients—while he was still showing signs of edging towards ferality. But by the second week of Feoveuer the dark half-circles that had started to form under his eyes and the constant, fidgety skittishness and the occasional tendency to find things in his pockets and not remember where he picked them up from have all faded. Mostly. Almost entirely!
Enough, anyway, for one of the detectives to pat him on the head and toss a file down on his desk and tell him to get to it—his first actual case! (Well, his first on-purpose one, at least.)
He sets off to canvas the neighborhood immediately, full of purpose.]
'Scuse me! Pardon me...! Do you mind taking a look at this for me...? Have you seen this dog?
[Look: Everybody has to start somewhere. And so his first mission is to search the neighborhood on the borders of the Eastern Residential District and the Shopping District for a missing pooch. Thus, you may find yourself accosted by a small puca who would very much like you to look at a sheet with a black-and-white photo of a very large, very ugly, very slobbery black hound, who answers to "Mr. Sausageworth." (It's a family name.) He's the victim of a suspected pupnapping!
Or, alternatively—once normal shoe-leather doesn't turn up any immediate leads—you may be interrupted on your evening walk by what looks like a half-grown, stray corgi, trotting its way out of an alley, only for it very abruptly to turn back into a worn out rabbit-boy, seated and panting on the cobblestones.]
Oh--oops! [He yelps, before sulking down at the street.] ...sniffing butts is way more work than I would've thought.
3. A+++ Finder
[A few days later, Momiji can be found seated at a patio table out by a local café. It's snowing out and still cold enough that the streets are sparsely populated. He is, in fact, the only customer seated outside, huddled under the awning with his knees up in the seat and his winter coat tucked snugly around him.
And he doesn't care, because he has a tray of bacon rapidly cooling on the table in front of him--and, across the table, a giant, black mastiff, drooling a torrent as the puca occasionally offers him a bite. The dog's almost as big as he is (and definitely heavier), and it gruffly woofs or yeowls whenever he goes too long without tossing it a nibble, but it stays put.
They wouldn't let them into the café to warm up, and getting the big guy across the city and back home is going to be fun, but. For right now he just wants to savor his triumph!]
4. Volunteer Entertainer Extraordinaire
[There are only so many cases, though, and...you know what they say about idle hands. He's trying very hard to keep busy and to be good and stay out of trouble.
So, as one project, at the end of each week he rides along with a wagon of other volunteers heading outside the Walls and a Witch or two from the Coven to help distribute supplies and offer some entertainment to those beyond the City's protection. He helps pass out food and books and toys to some of the younger kids who crowd around, at first. But, once the sun starts to set, he hangs around to retrieve the violin from home he's stashed in the back of their caravan, too.]
Mm, hey! Can you dance...?
[He'll ask someone who looks like they're Mirrorbound too, probably completely at random. This isn't exactly the setting for a recital, and it's easier to attract attention and turn that into festivity if they have someone to start things off!
An observant sort might notice that the eagerness glinting in his eyes does not look likely to take no for an answer.]
If you just follow the music, I bet we can get people to join in!
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Not exactly, according to what everybody else is wearing, but here he is, sticking out like a sore thumb.
Nothing he can do about it now.
Funny... that's a bit beyond him. Comedy is hard and he can't even think of a joke, so instead he just goes for the honest:]
I lived with 16 people in a theater dorm.
no subject
Instead, he just blinks once and quirks his head curiously.]
Mm, like at a boarding school...? But just for theater kids, I guess!
[That definitely sounds like a thing that could be funny. He'll allow it! And press, with a grin that's guileless enough that it's hard to tell if he knows how bad the next words out of his mouth are:]
So-o, did it get really dramatic there?
no subject
[Mankai's professional... Which is weird to say when he's only done one play, but there it is. He guesses.]
It can. My roommate liked to start fights with me.
no subject
[That does sound pretty impressive! It probably takes more of a group bond for grown-ups to put up with living that close together, even if Juza doesn't look that old.]
Mm, you mean fight fights or acting fights? Like with really big speeches and prop swords!
[Kidding! Mostly.]
no subject
[Squad makes him think of sports, and he doesn't actually do any of those.]
Settsu wants actual fights. [Said with the air of somebody who does not feel like fighting whoever this "Settsu" is, but also accepts that their bickering will be endless.] Autumn Troupe's known for our action scenes. So we're probably deal with swords eventually.
no subject
[That's less fun! But there's some sympathetic recognition in that sound. He maybe has some experience with
every male relative his agepeople insisting on throwing down for no reason!Not with him, obviously, but it does get kind of old!]
Mm, are you like his acting rival, then? Or is he just really fighty with everybody?
no subject
Think he used to be willin' to fight everybody. [They aren't really the type to talk about their pasts, if there's no reason for it.]
Our group's competitive [an understatement], but yeah, we're rivals.