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come_sailaway2022-12-16 01:47 am
prince_of_beasts) wrote in come_sailaway2022-12-16 01:47 am
i don't want to be this kind of animal anymore (open + closed)
who: Dimitri and you -- or, a yellow cat and you ... ?
what: Browsing the library, making fish leather, definitely not moping about what definitely wasn't a breakup ... kbity?
when: December pre-event
where: library, Tommy Bahama, restaurants, sports deck
warnings: it's Dimitri, you know the drill. but this time there’s a kitty cat!
Or, maybe you catch him with his prize, tucked into an armchair at the back corner. It's an odd book: the materials and the design of the cover suggest an illuminated manuscript, but the text is crisp and printed. Dimitri doesn't seem to be reading it. He's just clutching it to his chest, staring unblinking at nothing in particular.
He's polite -- just because they're invisible and unconscious is no excuse to be rude.
It's slow going. He blinks, and the food is cold. Hasn't he eaten more of it? He feels full. How is there this much left?
Halfway through, he pushes his plate back, drops his head onto the table, and buries his face in his arms.
Follow it to the source, and you'll find Dimitri working on several square meters of mola skin, with tanning solutions improvised from the bars and infirmary. Dimitri's corralled the buckets of soaking fish skins in a ring of pool chairs, away from the more-heavily-used facilities, but the reek of fish oil, alcohol, and tannins still permeates a large portion of the deck when the wind shifts. A polite (but messy) sign taped to one chair reads, TANNING - PLEASE DON'T TOUCH!
Later in the month, you might see the chunks of skin stretched out across the stripped frames of pool chairs. It still smells atrocious. Dimitri doesn't seem to mind, but he'll grimace apologetically if someone comes over.
Wait, no -- on second glance, it contains a light dusting of orange-yellow hair, too short and fine to be human. Dimitri frowns at it, puzzled, and sweeps together a small tuft to examine more closely; gives it an experimental sniff, as if that'll help --
And experiences something like a full-body sneeze.
Everything goes dark. Dimitri shrieks, and claws at his fabric prison until he tears himself free and bolts under the bed, hackles bristling and tail bottle-brushed, belly flat to the floor.
There's a yellow cat under the bed. Dimitri's clothing lies on the floor, shirt shredded and one boot knocked over, otherwise untouched. ]
"Mowww," says the cat. Cats are not known for their ability to look guilty, but this one is doing an impressive job of it.
This one is massive, heavyset and bulked out even further by a thick, fluffy yellow coat, with uncanny bright blue eyes. It's also more skittish than the black-and-white cat -- it darts for safety behind the stacks or beneath a chair at the sign of anyone approaching, just a pair of eyes gleaming suspiciously from the shadows.
It can, perhaps, be coaxed out with patience and an offer of food. Certain people might have more luck than others, or -- in a quiet moment -- even find themselves approached.
bird9111 on Discord! Nominally I have a plurk but I haven't checked it in ages.
Let me know if you want a thread pre- or post-Fishmageddon, because that will dramatically impact Dimitri's mood.
what: Browsing the library, making fish leather, definitely not moping about what definitely wasn't a breakup ... kbity?
when: December pre-event
where: library, Tommy Bahama, restaurants, sports deck
warnings: it's Dimitri, you know the drill. but this time there’s a kitty cat!
libraryWhen Ruby showed him the book of Remnant fairy tales, Dimitri started to wonder. Now, he's pacing the stacks, trailing his fingertips across spine after spine. Every so often he pauses to grumble about the poor organization. Ask him what he's looking for; maybe try to help?
Or, maybe you catch him with his prize, tucked into an armchair at the back corner. It's an odd book: the materials and the design of the cover suggest an illuminated manuscript, but the text is crisp and printed. Dimitri doesn't seem to be reading it. He's just clutching it to his chest, staring unblinking at nothing in particular.
StellarHe did make a promise. Hollow and nauseous as he feels, like clockwork, Dimitri hauls himself to Stellar at 9:03 PM, and chokes down whatever the shades serve him.
He's polite -- just because they're invisible and unconscious is no excuse to be rude.
It's slow going. He blinks, and the food is cold. Hasn't he eaten more of it? He feels full. How is there this much left?
Halfway through, he pushes his plate back, drops his head onto the table, and buries his face in his arms.
sports deck (post-Fishmageddon)Something smells awful on the sports deck.
Follow it to the source, and you'll find Dimitri working on several square meters of mola skin, with tanning solutions improvised from the bars and infirmary. Dimitri's corralled the buckets of soaking fish skins in a ring of pool chairs, away from the more-heavily-used facilities, but the reek of fish oil, alcohol, and tannins still permeates a large portion of the deck when the wind shifts. A polite (but messy) sign taped to one chair reads, TANNING - PLEASE DON'T TOUCH!
Later in the month, you might see the chunks of skin stretched out across the stripped frames of pool chairs. It still smells atrocious. Dimitri doesn't seem to mind, but he'll grimace apologetically if someone comes over.
meta [Among Dimitri's packages from Sundries, one appears to be empty.
Wait, no -- on second glance, it contains a light dusting of orange-yellow hair, too short and fine to be human. Dimitri frowns at it, puzzled, and sweeps together a small tuft to examine more closely; gives it an experimental sniff, as if that'll help --
And experiences something like a full-body sneeze.
Everything goes dark. Dimitri shrieks, and claws at his fabric prison until he tears himself free and bolts under the bed, hackles bristling and tail bottle-brushed, belly flat to the floor.
There's a yellow cat under the bed. Dimitri's clothing lies on the floor, shirt shredded and one boot knocked over, otherwise untouched. ]
sports deck (Darcy)When Darcy arrives at the sports deck for training, Dimitri isn't there. Instead, the yellow cat sits by the training sabers, attempting to paw one off the rack. It stops the moment it notices Darcy.
"Mowww," says the cat. Cats are not known for their ability to look guilty, but this one is doing an impressive job of it.
library (redux)There's a new cat in the library, and it's not the usual one.
This one is massive, heavyset and bulked out even further by a thick, fluffy yellow coat, with uncanny bright blue eyes. It's also more skittish than the black-and-white cat -- it darts for safety behind the stacks or beneath a chair at the sign of anyone approaching, just a pair of eyes gleaming suspiciously from the shadows.
It can, perhaps, be coaxed out with patience and an offer of food. Certain people might have more luck than others, or -- in a quiet moment -- even find themselves approached.
wildcardhmu at
bird9111 on Discord! Nominally I have a plurk but I haven't checked it in ages.Let me know if you want a thread pre- or post-Fishmageddon, because that will dramatically impact Dimitri's mood.
Library Prompt #1
He is now at the library to return the third book in the original trilogy and get to the spin-off that focuses on the original protagonist’s kismesis.
Or, at least that is what he is going to do, before he sees a very large human having what appears to be some kind of dissociative episode in the corner.
Like a dutiful member of the community (and definitely not because he’s genuinely concerned), he steps over to the human. His footsteps are a bit stompy, so it’s noticeable when he approaches.
“HAVING A MENTAL BREAKDOWN IN THE LIBRARY, HUH? THAT’S DEFINITELY A LOWER TIER BREAKDOWN SPOT. FIRST TIME I EVER HAD ONE THERE, SOME MECHANICAL ASSHOLE TOLD ME MY TEARS WERE ‘TOO LOUD,’ SO I’VE PULLED THAT ONE FROM THE ROTATION.” He takes a seat in the chair next to Dimitri.
“PERSONAL RECOMMENDATIONS,” (he starts listing on his fingers), “THE LAUNDRY ROOM. YOU CAN CLOSE THE DOOR, PUT YOUR HEAD INSIDE THE WASHING MACHINE AND SCREAM, AND NOBODY IS GONNA BOTHER YOU ABOUT IT. AND THE BELLONA THEATER HAS THESE SIDE BOOTHS THAT ARE REALLY SECLUDED AND THERE’S SOME GOOD CURTAIN TEXTURE THERE. THERE’S SOME PHENOMENAL CRYING ACOUSTICS IN THAT THEATER. MAKES YOU FEEL LIKE THE PROTAGONIST OF AN EPIC TRAGEDY INSTEAD OF SOME SAD SACK OF GARBAGE ON THE FLOOR. OH, AND THE MORGUE IS GREAT FOR IF YOU WANT TO CONTEMPLATE THE FUTILITY OF LIFE AND LOOK AT THOSE DOOR THINGS AND GO, ‘ME TOO, BUDDY. SOMEDAY.’”