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Who: Venti and open /o/
What: laaate post-event thing for him, waking up from a little stress nap and being tiny.
When: near september!
Where: hurikane mostly!
Warnings: none really except maybe coming back from death and trauma-y memories if he talks about that. other than that he’s just a small fairy being an idiot.

[ it's not very responsible of him, but 1) responsibility and 2) venti: pick one. he is actually the kind of person who tends to disappear at occasional moments, sometimes at the most irresponsible times. he's also the kind who could stress-nap entire decades away, so maybe a good couple of days or even a week is being almost responsible for him. there's darkness, then he wakes up in bed rather unexpectedly and painfully by his new roomie. he processes that he's returned to life and rafaela is back and instead of talking to her or going out and checking on other people, why not just... go back to sleep. so he does.

a day later or so, he kind of disappears entirely, like wind invisible that may float away.

and maybe a week after that, the wind may slowly pull himself together. but he is weak, he's not terribly strong, he's rather tired and maybe lost more faith in himself. venti himself hasn't been around in a good while but a fairy-looking thing, something small and white that practically looks like a bird from a distance, would be slowly floating through the ship towards a bar. you can maybe find this creature:

1. fluttering rather dazedly, like a dizzy bee, charting a little path through the ship en route to deck five.
2. it seems to take breaks every so often to simply sit on the ground, or maybe even float to sit tiredly on your shoulder or head if you're nearby and make a nice perch.
3. sitting on the ground staring up at the door to hurikane, looking bemused at how to open it, chirping tiredly at you if you're nearby to please open the door!
4. if he manages to get in the bar, the critter is sitting on the counter making half-hearted little chirps to the ghost bartender who apparently doesn't get the hint that he needs wine.
5. eventually, or maybe a day later or so, venti would find it in himself to transform back and simply be found in hurikane at a table surrounded by bottles. he needs this, he really does.
(6. wildcard/anything else!! i might just make this a catch-all for september too i don't know yet) ]

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(the coolness of him she didn't pay too much mind to but it's the sound of his quivering chirp that draws her attention. jinx glances down and uses her shirt to tuck him in.)

We can... go inside somewhere. Will that help? Whistle once for yes, whistle twice for no.

(since he can't speak normally, it'll have to be "yes or no" questions for now.)

[ … well he’s a little cold but maybe the thing is, he doesn’t really have a preference either way…

he considers this for a moment, then whistles three times.

maybe to be a brat, just barely, if the opportunity is given to him, even if he still kind of feels like shit. ]

...

(still being careful, she lifts him up to be at her eye-level. jinx says nothing while looking over him but she lifts up an index to poke his stomach repeatedly. she can just as much as a brat and jinx has no problem stooping to that when it comes to him.)

Not what I asked. Try again, fairy.

[ well he kind of wanted to ask ‘whichever you prefer’ but that wasn’t exactly an option and… now she’s poking him, and he squeaks a little like a squeak toy with each prod. and then he tries to hold onto her finger with his little limbs, as his wings whir a little.

he’s still tired as heck but maybe just being an idiot at her is so familiar and calming, he’d rather do this than think of anything else. ]

(he is just so precious in this form that it's hard not to giggle at his attempt to trying to get her to stop. at least, that's what she is assuming why he is grabbing onto her finger for. so she stops then leans in to touch the top of his head with her nose. she figures a headhead bump would be a little too much given his size so a nose bump will do.

there's still a thought in the back of her mind how she really should keep her distance for his safety but... when he is back to normal, she'll do that. for now, jinx will do her best to take care of him just for a little while. surely, he'll want to meet up with mizuki and be with him for the remainder of the night. which again, she'll swallow her own feelings down to carry him to his cabin -- anything to make this fairy happy.)

We'll head in soon. Just wanna look at the water some more. Weird, right? — The ocean's always been here but... guess I've never really looked at it during the night. Kinda nice lookin'.

Edited 2022-09-01 23:40 (UTC)

[ stupidly enough he kind of feels too much like shit to even think about wanting to see mizuki, even if he does want to, surely it’d just burden him right? and mizuki would feel guilty, and venti would feel guilty for not being strong enough, and… he’ll have to look for him later, but he kind of wishes he could project a bit more confidence and reassurance when he does.

it won’t work, but still. he hums a little short melody as he turns to watch the waves alongside her. water and the ocean… it might give him some conflicting feelings, considering how trapped they are in this realm with the neverending ocean.

but it feels a little calming to observe it, with her. ]

(with a relaxing sigh, jinx readjusts herself and carefully sets venti back down in her lap -- using the end of her shirt to tuck him in for warmth. as they look on, she is quiet for a little but replace their silence with a hum. the tune she is humming is recognizable to him and soon, it gets change to soft words.)

♪Coast to coast,
LA to Chicago.
Western male,
Across the north and south,
To Key Largo.
Love for sale.♪

Edited 2022-09-02 00:12 (UTC)

[ ah.

he does know this song. and maybe there are some mixed feelings with it, he knows how well he’d ruined things with her to this song, how he kind of feared that they might never repair their friendship. but the fact that she’s singing it… his little heart warms a little. he settles closer to her, and then whistles along to the hook of sade, clearer and higher and sweet notes.

but just the hook, before he falls quieter, it seems still tired. but maybe a little more peaceable now. ]

(she grins at him singing along then brushing the top of his head with her finger.)

Y'know, we oughta have a day we can just... sit and listen to music. It's the same ol' stuff here but still be nice to do one night.

[ he’d really, really like that. this time he chirps three times again, but with a little more enthusiasm than before, it seems he might be in a better mood now after all. somehow this tends to happen around her, for some reason.

of course knowing him, it’ll turn into a karaoke night soon enough. ]

(huh, he does sound a bit better now -- that's good. she honestly didn't think she would be able to. but maybe he just needed someone to talk about random stuff with which lucky for him, she is very good at that. then again, that's always been the two of them. they sit and talk about everything and nothing at the same time.)

Aaaand lemme guess, there won't be one song you won't like. Which is a lil' wild to me. 'Cuz there's gotta be one that's terrible in your opinion, right?

(she tilts her head to the side down at him. because even a bard would dislike a song, riiiiight?)

[ she sure knows what he thinks, he thinks there is novelty and some kind of charm in almost every single song. he so likes to claim that he could know all songs after all, even if it’s not true he could find something to interest him about any. even meme songs. even smash mouth or rick astley. they’re all novel to him.

he chirps again, the notes for ‘dear friend’ from her lullaby. as agreement as he could convey. ]

So what if there's a song with nothin' but screaming? No words, just YELLING. You can't tell me you'll enjoy it.

(a beat.)

... I'm willin' to bet if we ever come across a song like that and you find somethin' likeable about it, I'll keep all insults to the people I hate to myself. I'll go the extra mile to be nice to 'em for a whole two weeks.

[ he considers this and… hm, it sure sounds like a novelty, it might be an acquired taste with him when he trends melodic, but he’ll admit he’s curious how exactly a song like that would sound. he is someone who’d give everything and anything and any genre a shot. he might see the merits in any genre, really. also i just really support metalhead venti.

he chirps again in assent and nods his head. challenge accepted! that he sure can like screamo. ]

Cool, great! But if I win...

(she trails off for a moment as she tries to think of a prize, dare, or something along those lines.)

You gotta go paint your face with ice cream and then wear it around the ship for everyone to see.

[ . . . . . .

he does not want to do that! even for a dare! chirp chirp chirp and his wings buzz a little in indignation, but just for a moment because he’s still tired. what kind of punishment is that. no way! ]

What? It's a GREAT punishment! It'll keep you cool, probably smell fruity dependin' what flavor, and you'll be a walkin' dessert for me to lick off of.

(she winks down at him but then laughs.)

Alright, alright!! That last part was too far but I couldn't help myself but to add that in for fun.

[ but it’ll drip all over his face and get sticky and gross… … it definitely would. it’s not as if he’s very easily offended or anything but yeah, it’s going to be a rare no for this proposal. maybe some other idea would do.

he doesn’t really know how to bring that up to her though, so he just pokes his arm at her leg, pokepokepoke, like she’d done to him. ]

(ah, she is noticing the crazy poking of her leg and she'll just continue on giving him a shit-eating smile.)

Hmm, what's the matter? Want somethin' different?

[ yes but he can’t… say anything…!

but maybe he can…? he pokes at her leg more deliberately, then tries to trace a word onto her skin, ‘yes’, writing it with his limb. ]

Fiiiiine. No Cecilia sundae then. How's smellin' someone's armpit for ten seconds sound instead?

(she is making it worse on purpose to mess with him.)

Edited 2022-09-02 02:17 (UTC)

[ well that sure sounds questionable but maybe it’s a little more tolerable, depending…?

is it hers??? he chirps a questioning note, but he can’t quite ask this question and it might take a while to write. he starts to try to, though. ]

(that is quite fine with her. it's not like she has anything better to do besides sleep later.

assuming he asked if she is involved in said dare, jinx just shrugs.)

Would it make it easier? I still think you oughta go with the first thing.

[ well if she puts it that way... maybe she's right, it's not that big of a deal. maybe it didn't really matter very much anyway. he's certain that he'd like any kind of music. and in the first place he's still kind of too tired to do much too.

he makes a bit of a resigned sound and then just sits back down with a sigh. fine... who really cared about games. but at least it takes his mind off of other things. ]

(at least she was able to entertain him for a little while. jinx isn't really sure what happened on his side during the whole excursion but if the words are true how the dead ripped people apart then...

scooping him up carefully, jinx finally climbs up to her feet -- placing him on her shoulder.)

Try and hang on tight, okay? Let's head on inside.