[PKMN OPEN] Off The Menu [Aw, ain't you a big tickle?] [T] [OOC]

[Jauntier]

Malignant, my rival nemesis.

I want to win this so damn bad. How dare you piggyback.

 

[Afterglow Ampharos]

I've added a buttload of the art/media you all have made into the Fan Works section! It astounds me how talented you all are.

Would you like to include one of these? Done up by my best friend (though I guess I edited the b/w one).

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I also drew some art myself, but I probably shouldn't post that publicly. You know, for the eyes of the children. Poor kiddos.

But serving a gorgeous Primarina would be nice.

She is a seeeeeaaaaal

Wow what did you call me
Slick takeaway from my username, Kiyo. XD
Also, Popplio is a Sea Lion so I'm not sure if Primarina is too. I mean, she's like, a selkie. Hmmm.

Hurry up and smack that reporter with a hard-hitting question, Claudette's supposed to end at 7:20 PM in-game time and I'm very close to moving the clock forward! Don't want this special item going to waste if someone can't get at the secret she's been hinting throughout her answers ...!

Hm, if she's been hinting at something throughout all these replies, then I've been lousy at picking it up. I could try asking something else but I feel like I'm out of ammo/ideas. It's quite possible that if you make them this enigmatic, some of the rewards won't be claimed by anyone :0

I was going to jump on that "three of us" slip-up but I think the Ralts just did, if I'm reading that "stepdaughter" thing right. Yes, no?? Confuse

 

[Who's Kiyo?]

Claudette's last entry --

"Are you ... an alcoholic?"

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Step-what ... daughter? Nah, nah, no - all I got is a girlfriend, I got no wife or kids - I can't have none, no, ya mistook my words, I said that I'm datin' my boss' daughter; she herself don't got one, I got one! I mean - no, I don't got a daughter - I don't even know what it is yet, I - wait, wait - now ya got me sayin' things that I got all wrong, uh ... I never meant to ... oh god, kid. Ya makin' me say things I've never thought I would.

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Uh ... I guess ... I guess ya right. I've been drinkin' since an age far too young for anybody to think acceptable. It was never a problem before, I'm a friendly type when on the bottle, don't go beatin' nobody or nothin'. And to answer ya friend over there, that ... floating an-drog-y-nous beep-boop machine ... yeah, I does. It makes me feel free, more than I am ... most of me is flash, kid. Slick naggin' and boastful showmanship. Liquor makes that act not as much of a burden. I do it lots when I'm travelin' away from my lady, to ease the loneliness and pass the time, and I have to usually leave by train and - well - I'm sure ya were quick enough to catch why I don't like bein' on those too long.

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One night, a month or two ago, I was on a swanky one of 'em - cabins, bar cart, whole thing - feelin' anxious and juicin' myself up, when this talkative fella sat next to me. Tall drink of water with white fur, gentle thing, had long danglin' arms and this sleepless look in his eye. I wasn't too shy about swappin' stories, and then he gets all close-like and says "ya pretty, miss," all charmin' and such. He wanted some smooch-smooch, and ... I don't why, but ... I did it. Heh, we did more than that. I've never took much interest in men, but this one was ... well, he must've reminded me of someone. Somethin' comfortin'. We both woke up next to each other in his private box when the train pulled into the station and we wondered what the hell we did.

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I tried justifyin': "I couldn't recall my name, I wasn't myself" and other tunes. I decided it was easier to lock myself up in guilt and never breathe a word about it. Weeks later when I was home, I was feelin' real sick all of a sudden, and my girl poked my big tummy and giggled that I was chompin' on too many sweets. I went to the doctor's where they gone and told me ... it wouldn't be too long until there was an egg. I ... I don't blame the fella, in truth. We was both out of our heads when it happened, I'm not even sure if it was I who lead us to his room ... but that mistake is still here. Growin' in me.

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I haven't told nobody yet, especially not my girl. Ya know, it must be so nice for those loveless marriage ladies to lie to their husbands and just say that they're havin' his baby. How's he supposed to know better? But ... basic biology, hun, how the hell to do ya tell ya lady ya makin' a child? And I don't wanna get rid of it either, I don't want to stash it in an attic somewhere and not take care of it; I'm its mama. My mama loved me, and I ain't about to kill her spirit by lettin' it see me treatin' my own poor ... but how's it gonna eat? I tell my girl, and she'll leave and my boss will kick me to the curb. I'll be deadbeat broke, alone and starvin', and everybody I ever hurt in my stories will come after me.

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Until then, I'm keeping clean for the ... miracle of birth. Though, ya know the second it's outta me, I'm gonna be swadling the kit in my right and holding a martini in my left, heh ... my life is a tickin' clock. All it is now is waitin'. I'm just tryin' to squeeze the last few drops out of it while I can.

Claudette has confessed to Jauntier!​

And with the strike of 7:20 PM comes our new contestant --

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It's obvious that Jean-Georges, the Busboy grew up in an old-style colony; the genuine curiosity the Octillery has for his surroundings can't be described as anything other than childishly enthusiastic. He's unused to his body - having only recently evolved - and wears a standard Finer Things bowtie around his neck, albeit crooked. He's eager to impress and has a tendency to only vocalize in traditional cries; one gets the feeling that he's lonely, but his mood rarely drops below fervent optimism. He understandably has never used any of his moves, since he's a dedicated pacifist.

Also, to Glowy --

Spoiler:

Would you like to include one of these?

Oh, definitely! I'll hop on adding him to the batch. Your friend seems incredibly talented! :)

I also drew some art myself, but I probably shouldn't post that publicly.

Wow what did you call me

kiss kiss it's ki-yo

I mean, she's like, a selkie.

(where the tiddies at tho)

Hm, if she's been hinting at something throughout all these replies, then I've been lousy at picking it up.

Would y'all find a hintlog pointing out and detailing how the hints worked in Claudette's Guest List and how one might've uncovered her secret otherwise helpful for future installments?​

 

[Afterglow Ampharos]

Cadbury is in the corner of the interview room, sobbing at Claudette's touching story despite trying to keep himself composed.

Would y'all find a hintlog pointing out and detailing how the hints worked in Claudette's Guest List and how one might've uncovered her secret otherwise helpful for future installments?

Like a look back? Yes, that sounds good to me.


I have another piece of art to share! This one is also drawn by my best friend derFisch, and it's coloured by me.
Do you guys remember the Lopunny from Cadbury's RP sample, in my SU? The flirty one?

Cadbury's large claws click together in front of his chest. Mental images are already forming in his head, and in turn giving rise to another blush overtop his muzzle. How can he gracefully bow out of this? His gaze returns to Chris, but his head remains turned to the side. "I'm afraid I'm not dressed for anything except a night out…"

"That, we can fix with ease." Chris reaches forward, past those clicking claws. He takes hold of Cadbury's necktie, and pulls the badger gently across the threshold.

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Edit: Ooh, and I just saw Ech's new art of Claudette in the IC thread. Sweet!

Obtained $ 20
Just as Qui-Qui took a firm hold on the bill, a blinding white light encompassed her vision.

yeah I get that problem too when making money head over heels

Jean-Georges slipped the bill into one of Cadbury's interior coat pockets.

Geez it's only 7:20 and already Cadbury's getting tentacles slipping inside his clothes.

"Mmm, mmm, ooo, what tasty wine I am no drinking. I am overjoy. Surely, I am bless to be guest at such fine place."

AHAHA I'm DYING. The sass on this caterpillar. All entirely justified too. Consider Cadbury's sick burn meter at least partially filled.

 

[Your Daily Vitamins]

Okay so leave it to Kiyo to have the secret be an alcoholic skunk got knocked up and she don't know how to tell her girlfriend/boss' daughter. Soap opera much? I guess it's gotta be just as dramatic as Kiyo Claudette lmfao

Also leave it to Steph to get the pregnancy secret prize with his invasive little boy character omg

I don't want a hintlog for Claudette. Now that the secret's out and I go back and read her stuff, I think I get it, and actually Kiyo started getting real desperate with the hints at the end, rofl, I'm smacking my head like "oooh". But that's the fun of it, really. If peeps don't get it yet, they'll get it the next time, myself included, you know?

Also what is this soft-serve gay mammal scene not that i'm not interested or anything, I'm DYING. Glowy, do you draw too? Like I feel like this thread is full of artists, lol. Except Ihsaan.

In RP news...

Ya gurl got her first 20 smackarooni, babes. QQ is flying high, and she's about to start trouble with trouble herself. And Aureole is soooo precious, I love that she's getting empowered by being a little daring for once, like granny needs it. I looooove Aureole now, like what an intimate moment. I wanna have QQ meet Morimoto or Scarpetta next tbh because I feel like they'd be the type of people she'd majorly dig. Mayyyybe Delmonico, but idk, I feel like he's meant to be "dreamboat performer". Also, I hope she never sees Rivene or whatever that horse is again, LOL

DIKELEDI

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JEAN-GEORGES
"Aw, ain't you a big tickle? You're green on the scene, kinda like me, I guess. You don't talk much though. You're, like, literally a fish out of water. How'd you end up in the city?"

 

[Junier]

Полина --> Jean-Gorges

> There is a popping, spritzing sound indicative of technical difficulties. A voice cuts past the cacophony intermittently but is ultimately suffocated. The other end hums with activity—bewildered seconds past—and then an instantaneous beep interrupts before the connection clicks into place and the speaker is finally discernible to the cephalopod. A strange accent vociferates:
> "Jean-Georges? Yes, this is he. No! This is she! I am calling you!"
> The caller's clarity falters for a moment. There is a distant giggling, a babbling noise with an aberrant sharpness as if generated through some mechanical means. Her voice is, of course, distinct when the telephone decides to cooperate—staggeringly so.
> "It is a plea-sure to speak with you, Mr. Jean-Geor-ges. You are a ve-ry int-'rest-ing char-act-er. I am sor-ry if my slow pace con-des-cends you; I am aw-are you are mute, and I am stri-ving to e-nun-ci-ate. I would like to ask you some quest-ions... Yes, that's why I've been anxious to get to the dial—eRr, excuse me; that is why I have called you.
> "Be-cause you are e-volved—n-n-no, uMMM, you have recently... e-volved... your age must be... lesser. You... are new to your form. You are youth. A youth, I amend. Or youthful. Where are your parents, Jean Georges? Have they adapted to the city?"

 

[Afterglow Ampharos]

Also what is this soft-serve gay mammal scene not that i'm not interested or anything, I'm DYING.

Glowy, do you draw too?

http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/SuspiciouslySpecificDenial

I do draw! For example, my icon is just a crop of a larger piece of artwork I did, which you can find when you click onto my forum profile. I guess I could send out some links to my galleries if you want but maybe that should stay to PM, I dunno.

Thanks to prior experience (read: trials and tribulations), Cadbury happened to know that, well, communicating traditionally wouldn't get much of anywhere with the Octillery. Given the language barrier, he simply wouldn't understand. But the Linoone did know one language the Octillery DID speak.

Fetching a small notepad from his interior coat pocket, Cadbury clicked a pen and flipped it open, ready to draw his query.

He paused, pen at the ready. How... would he communicate this concept in image only? He was puzzled. Obviously, this is one badger that never played Pictionary.

Well, he wouldn't be able to get the specifics of his question across. Perhaps he'd just have to communicate the vague concept, and hope he would get some interesting information back, even if it wasn't exactly what he was going for. The badger took a few moments to draw out an Octillery, who was leaned over a piece of paper, on which he was drawing some artwork. Cadbury's work was more basic and practical compared to the art Jean-Georges produced, but it was serviceable and recognizable, even if the tentacles were a little wonky. Cadbury added a big ol' question mark as well, to indicate he wanted to ask about this subject.

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[Who's Kiyo?]

What's new, Scooby Doo? --

"How'd you end up in the city?"

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The Octillery blushed at the "big tickle" comment; judging that the girl meant it as a compliment, by her tone. He deliberately placed a tentacle under his pronounced mouth and looked upwards - to indicate that he was ruminating on how to properly communicate an answer - and then cradled his sketchbook to begin passionately drawing something. As he got into the finishing details of the image, however, the expression on his face grew quite dim and his pace slowed. He took a minute to reflect on every facet of the picture, and while he didn't seem completely satisfied with the result, he showed his co-worker regardless:

Spoiler:

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Shaking off his disappointment, he flipped the page over and searched his collection for a specific portrait. Finding what he wanted, he then propped his book up on a nearby table and slithered a few feet away. He proudly straightened his bowtie and confidently reenacted himself marching, shutting his eyes and gracefully bowing when he became within conversation distance of the book. He made a few mechanical gestures towards the page with his two front tentacles - he was somewhat sure that this was how land-dwelling creatures "discussed matters," or at least this was his best exaggeration of how his bosses held themselves when they got into a quarrel - but as he was poking his head to indicate the inception of an idea, Jean-Georges noticed that he had accidentally chose a blank sheet to showcase. Shyly turning to the proper artwork, he did the same scene in double-time to this depiction:

Spoiler:

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He pointed at the humanoid figure in the image and then at himself, making sure that the Salazzle understood. He tucked his pad underneath one of his arms and directed everyone's attention to the bar, where he promptly assembled a gathering of water glasses on one end and then scaled the counter on the opposite end as if it were some herculean feat. Planting a tentacle on his forehead, he scanned a fake horizon until he recoiled in feigned shock at the discovery of the structure he had made. He pointed enthusiastically - almost accusatory - towards the cups and then plucked his way over.

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The octopus beamed, struck with a feeling of cheekiness and pride in his performance, and finished his demonstration by taking out one of his favorite drawings and giving it to his companion.

Spoiler:

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"Where are your parents?"

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Jean-Georges stared blankly at the strange machine, uneased by the aggressive feedback that blasted his hearing in-between bits of actual dialogue. Although he had a hard time deciphering the majority of its speech, he did catch the term "parents;" a word which he came to understand as synonymous with predecessors, or people who drag screaming younglings into the eatery. He tried to mentally align individuals in his life to a similar context, and came up with two specific entities. After a brief minute of doodling he displayed a page littered with hundreds of the same tiny, crude representation, and pointed to one in particular:

Spoiler:

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He shrugged, not all that invested in this side of his gene pool. He quickly moved onto a separate picture he had come to time-and-time again since obtaining this book - to outline, improve, and add detail to - and gave the parchment a kiss before showing it:

Spoiler:

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He hugged the pad close and swayed back and forth, giddy at the thought of his forebear and everything she had done for him and his countless siblings. It had been a long time since he left her.

"How'd you get your artistic talent?"

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The octopus clapped the tips of his tentacles excitedly. He reached into a pocket affixed to the inside of his sketchpad's cover and presented an aged note to the badger:

Spoiler:

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While his friend was distracted, Jean-Georges plucked a little rock he kept behind a row of beer mugs from the shelves behind the bar and also offered it as reference. The stone barely had any surface area, but every inch of it was inscribed with similar letters to the note. The Octillery cleared his throat and pointed to a very specific spot on it, as if that was the beginning of its text, and produced very strange variations on its iconic cry that sounded eerily similar to the common language as he rotated it in a suction cup. While he wasn't the best at translating his work into a tongue that he wasn't fully familiar with, he did nail saying "faith," "return," and "bathed" correctly with good diction. It was obviously something he had practiced multiple times before.

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When he was finished, he swelled with joy and eagerly awaited any form of appreciation. Not many took much interest in him, let alone his lifeblood! All that time started to feel like less of a waste.​

We're coming after you --

Spoiler:

Cadbury is in the corner of the interview room, sobbing at Claudette's touching story despite trying to keep himself composed.

Good, cry, it's fucking tragic.

Do you guys remember the Lopunny from Cadbury's RP sample

What exactly is Chris getting at, Cadbury already isn't wearing pants. Ooo, your silky chest hair, it's just like the rest of your body, Cadbury.

Lol, I really like the cartoonish style of your friend. This piece made me giggle. Oh, James.

Ooh, and I just saw Ech's new art of Claudette in the IC thread. Sweet!

It's astonishing how closely he got to my imagination! I think she looks astonishing, and I'm a huge fan of his linework.

Geez it's only 7:20 and already Cadbury's getting tentacles slipping inside his clothes.

AHAHA I'm DYING. The sass on this caterpillar. All entirely justified too. Consider Cadbury's sick burn meter at least partially filled.

I thought playing Mori would be fun when I was making him, but he's panning out to be even better to play IC than I thought. He just literally doesn't give a fuck about you taking time to tend to anything else but him; I'm sitting here peeing my pants in laughter over how you picked him out of anyone else to get Jean-Georges started on.

I guess it's gotta be just as dramatic as Kiyo lmfao

Lol, I live on extravagant melodrama. Or rather, dissecting melodramatic situations through grounded perspectives. Artificiality, dissonance, and baser emotions are my thing.

Though I will say I started out with Claudette and Jean-Georges for a reason, since her Secret is so "big" and she's a chatty cathy (so she'd be prone to giving more extensive hints), and he literally can't communicate properly (probably making him more difficult to crack, but we'll see.)

Also leave it to Steph to get the pregnancy secret prize

Isn't it just poetic ... ?

I don't want a hintlog for Claudette.

Like a look back? Yes, that sounds good to me.

Hm, on second thought, it's probably for the best to leave well enough alone. I will say, since Glowy did request one, that I tried scattering breadcrumbs towards topics that would lead to success within Claudette's answers: such as her alcoholism, her girlfriend, why she keeps her life out of the spotlight; stuff like that.

Lol Cam's so right tho about being desperate, y'all were getting so close to asking something that would crack her open and her slot was about to end so I was like "literally just ask about why she's adverse to alcohol, holy shit, here let me layer it on." Not my best attempt at ~ subtlety ~ but it did teach me a thing or two about which parts of her speech were successfully supplanted with her secret without it being obvious and which were heavy-handed. Though I'm glad her pregnancy comes as a surprise or an "oooo shit I can see that" to most; I guess hiding the actual meat of secret was a success? And Claudette's so much more fleshed out for me, with a history and personal problems; I hope this exercise, if it doesn't teach me a thing or two about how to properly foreshadow, at least makes the cast more rounded and interesting to y'all.

In RP news...

Literally, Aureole is supposed to be this crotchety bitch but QQ drew so many sympathetic traits out of her. And it doesn't feel out-of-character for me to play her like that, either. Leave it to QQ to melt the ice queen and provoke the aging starlet to be an entitled prick, lol.

Can't say much for Scarpetta except I hope she likes obnoxious, lowkey misogynist assholes, but for some reason I agree with you on Morimoto? There might be something about the chemistry that just works. Or, their relationship could go tits up and literally explode. Either seems plausible.

tbh I see some MAD Rivage x QQ drama later on.​

 

[Afterglow Ampharos]

Spoiler:

The badger frowned at the sight, his ears folding back. "Oh dear. Such a dismal scene. I'm so sorry, Jean-Georges, that must have been terrible." Cadbury could only imagine the water-dweller was forced out of his home by pollution, and had to come live in the very society that polluted it. How sad.

The pantomime Jean-Georges acted out is certainly entertaining to watch, though Cadbury was not altogether certain he caught the symbolism. Certainly it must have been a depiction of Jean-Georges' journey, or his family's journey, from ocean to where he is now. It was clear to him that there was a good deal of discussion between Jean-Georges and this humanoid silhouette, and it even seems to be a rather formal discussion, despite the apparent mood and location of the artwork. Perplexing.

The climbing onto the counter? Perhaps that was his climbing onto dry land. But what did the water glasses symbolize? A dam? A gathering of Water Pokémon? Cadbury wished he understood more of this, but in doing so, he became closer in empathizing with Jean-Georges' own predicament.

As for the picture of the fish skeleton, Cadbury has to wonder if that means his father was a fossil Pokémon. He's not quite sure, but that's his best guess. And the giant mass of underwater tentacles that Jean-Georges hugged to his chest -- that must be a drawing of his mother. Who could that be? It looked much too vast to be an Octillery.

Spoiler:

The Linoone grasped the page delicately in his claws, wary of damaging the aged material. "Hm! Fascinating symbols. Certainly not a language I've ever seen written. Could this be your native language, Jean-Georges?" Cadbury was under the impression that Jean-Georges was from a place where they had no written word at all.

His ears perked at the sound of actual speech he could understand, coming out of the cephalopod's mouth. "Oh! So you do speak a little of our language after all!" he exclaimed.

He considered the words he could make out. "Faith," "return," and "bathed." The first one cast the reading in a spiritual light, which of course influenced how he interpreted the other two words as well. Bathed was probably being used symbolically. Return could be spiritual too, but it could also mean a literal return, such as to the ocean for example. It was a head-scratcher.

Cadbury's ears flick, and he breaks out of his contemplation. "Ah, wait, Jean-Georges -- what does this have to do with drawing, my boy? This is writing and speaking, and I wanted to know about your drawing -- your art." He reached forward and gave the Octillery's drawing pen a tap.

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[Ech]

FROM CANON
TO FISH WHO SOMEHOW BECAME AN OCTOPUS
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HI BAILEY

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WHAT THE HELL IS THAT
(◯Δ◯∥)​

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[Afterglow Ampharos]

"Dinner is serv--"

commission art by auzdragun​

 

[Jauntier]

I haven't had time to bask in the glory of my prize!

Ah well. I'll let Bailey enjoy that instead!

Also, yeuch! A goopy Ditto, is that? I hate to think of Ditto in that way, what a little slime ball!

I had some other comments to make, but I've forgotten them at this time. And they were going to be such funny, snarky quips, too! Ah well. There's always next time.

Also, Ech strikes again with his Kirlia. What a frightful little thing. Small wonder Bailey's sisters consorted with her(?).

 

[Afterglow Ampharos]

Yeah it's a Ditto.

Ahahahaha.

Those poor girls. I hope it's roomier in there than it looks.

Thanks again for including your fellow player in your post, Jauntier.
It is my hope that sooner or later, the protagonists will be working more closely together.
Though I don't mind going solo for mission 1.

Also, the foresight on this Ralts, wow, with that part about hiding his bowtie in that one specific situation that wouldn't even have occurred to me. :0

This purple starry robe you mention, it comes kind of out of the blue at least to this particular reader. It's just one of the articles of clothing stored in the Coat Check? If so, why does the Ralts beeline to this one's pocket in particular?

 

[Jauntier]

...

I've no qualms with ladies trying to squeeze into one space.

Oh, of course! As much as I want Bailey to pursue what he will with this mystery behind the painting, I (and therefore he) have the full intention of interacting with the others, in whatever manner. Best to keep an eye on them all, of course. The action's in the background!

Haha! I like to keep a wit about him! I intend to make him a very purposeful character. I personally revel in thinking about the little things, so if it can be helped (and plausible for a bright child, nonetheless), measures will be taken and situations calculated. It's the stuff I love!

That robe is his own. He wears it when he's off work.

 

[Ech]

LOL BAILEY TRYING TO GET VISSI INTO TROUBLE

If Vissi's going down, she's bringing QQ with her. And if QQ goes down, this entire RP crashes. So fuck you.

 

[Your Daily Vitamins]

No wonder Aquacorde didn't like Vissi's app Ech, lol

I hate Vissi rn

I saw what you did too, you tried to dress her up like "flop flop flop oh i'm so innocent, what's going on, i'm sooo oblivious"

> "EWWWW WTF" @ client's face

"anyway oh i'm genuinely interested in what's going with these crystals i'm just curious"

> DAMNING STATEMENT, oops it slipped

Vissi ain't cute, she ain't sweet, she ain't DUMB. You had a checklist of stuff your walrus could dump on, and tried to drop as much one-line sabotage as you could fit in, and in front of this needy reporter, omg

LOL Ech I can't wait for Kiyo to post cuz QQ gonna mop the floor with somebody, and all the better if Bailey doubles the damage so long as it get no heat on QQ. You can blast her all you want but don't you dare bring cute ol' Aureole into it, too far, she's just trying to live her life.

 

[Ech]

Wouldn't it be funny if Aureole turns out to be a fan of Indigo Spots. :^)

 

[Your Daily Vitamins]

Delmonico > Indigo Spots

 

[Jauntier]

This playful OOC squabble over scandal and intention is firing me up to join in! Too bad Bailey's busy redirecting attention to Vissi, who I think may not be the "ideal" kind of innocent, but she definitely is beginning to show a contrast between her hypersensitive self-awareness and an almost childlike attention span for actual things in front of her, and an immediate reaction. It crosses me as very reflective of the inter- and intrapersonal influences of her past, younger self.

Also I want to see QQ fight with Claudette. The dialogue would be a hoot. I'd hate to see our lovely ladies QQ and Vissi fight though. If my character wasn't supposed to be a very intelligent 10-year-old boy and went with my first choice--unabashedly, a brazen self-insert--I'd be all over to white knight her. Haha!

Also, talking about innocence, now I remember the compliment I wanted to give Glowy! Calling Morimoto the Very Hungry Caterpillar made me chuckle! How charming!

On another note, I think of all the VIPs, I would definitely, definitely want to talk with Pilot Union the Magneton. Madison, Square, and Parker and their concept are so fascinating to me Kiyo, that I think if not via The Guest List, I may find a way to pursue Union in-post for one reason or another—whichever comes first.

 

[Afterglow Ampharos]

Commentary convo about Morimoto:

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