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come_sailaway2022-09-21 03:00 pm
ossie_oswald) wrote in come_sailaway2022-09-21 03:00 pm
You've got to give until you get (open)
CHARACTERS: Ossie and YOU!
DATE: Post-excursion
LOCATION: Various
SITUATION: Ossie concocts some bright ideas
WARNINGS: Aftermath of excessive drinking
Ossie hasn’t felt the full brunt of a hangover in something like sixty-ish years. It’s a rough guess; one day he woke up for another morning of torment in Arcadia without a pounding headache. Or perhaps just not feeling it anymore. Like an evolutionary adaption on a much smaller scale. Or maybe his liver is magic now. Who knows? Not him.
The point is that he swans out of bed as put-together as he always is, rising early with Giles. He has a plan thought of last night and he’s intending on following through. Write drunk and edit sober, as they say.
At around midday, there’s a knock at your door. A small care package of painkillers and bottled water has been left for you, along with a small wrapped sweet from Scoops. Ossie can be seen dropping off a similar package at the doors neighbouring yours.
You might be wanting a nice quiet breakfast/brunch/’whenever you wake up’ meal to deal with the worst of the Never Have I Ever game. TOO BAD, HERE’S OSWALD. He’s just going to sit himself down across from you with something to snack on for himself, asking something to the effect of “how have you pulled up?” “are you feeling alright?” “do you want me to get you some water?”
He might be mother hen-ing a bit.
Ossie’s on a tear. He can’t help it. Once he gets going with the gift-giving he’s a veritable little Saint Nick. Even if you aren’t hungover, or really doing much of anything, you’re not safe from Ossie.
Catch him leaving a little packet of trail mix in amongst your belongings if you leave them unattended, or dropping it near you while you’re doing something else.
Wildcard!
DATE: Post-excursion
LOCATION: Various
SITUATION: Ossie concocts some bright ideas
WARNINGS: Aftermath of excessive drinking
You've got to prime the pump, you must have faith and believe
Ossie hasn’t felt the full brunt of a hangover in something like sixty-ish years. It’s a rough guess; one day he woke up for another morning of torment in Arcadia without a pounding headache. Or perhaps just not feeling it anymore. Like an evolutionary adaption on a much smaller scale. Or maybe his liver is magic now. Who knows? Not him.
The point is that he swans out of bed as put-together as he always is, rising early with Giles. He has a plan thought of last night and he’s intending on following through. Write drunk and edit sober, as they say.
At around midday, there’s a knock at your door. A small care package of painkillers and bottled water has been left for you, along with a small wrapped sweet from Scoops. Ossie can be seen dropping off a similar package at the doors neighbouring yours.
You've got to give of yourself 'fore you're worthy to receive
You might be wanting a nice quiet breakfast/brunch/’whenever you wake up’ meal to deal with the worst of the Never Have I Ever game. TOO BAD, HERE’S OSWALD. He’s just going to sit himself down across from you with something to snack on for himself, asking something to the effect of “how have you pulled up?” “are you feeling alright?” “do you want me to get you some water?”
He might be mother hen-ing a bit.
Drink all the water you can hold, wash your face, cool your feet
Ossie’s on a tear. He can’t help it. Once he gets going with the gift-giving he’s a veritable little Saint Nick. Even if you aren’t hungover, or really doing much of anything, you’re not safe from Ossie.
Catch him leaving a little packet of trail mix in amongst your belongings if you leave them unattended, or dropping it near you while you’re doing something else.
Leave the bottle full for others, thank you kindly, desert Pete
Wildcard!
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"I'm too stubborn for that."
The Demon King of 6th Heaven is the most stubborn of all time, after all. Still, Ossie has absolutely saved whoever Nobunaga's next victim is. He will remember to ask! Or at the bare minimum, warn.
"Are you all right then? No ill effects yourself?"
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"Fit as a fiddle and all that jazz. I've hangover cures from my wilder days aplenty. Most aren't as lucky, so," raises his basket a little.
"Best get back to it."
Don't ask to help don't ask to help don't ask to help-
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Oh he's going to ask to help, you know he is!
"Want help?" Well, he's volunteering, but he won't push his luck too much. Nobunaga can be told to shoo, sometimes. Just: "What's jazz? And fiddle? How are they fit?"
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"They're expressions, old thing- well, mostly. A fiddle is an instrument, to be fit as one is to be healthy and well. Jazz is a musical style defined by improvising on the spot, so it can be used to mean, you know, an inferred continuation of something. I could've said fit as a fiddle, healthy as a horse, but I didn't want to keep going."
Good grief, is this what he was like when he first returned home? He ought to find this fellow a dictionary.
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"Nobunaga Oda, 1582, Hell." He just completely removed the bit about Japan Earth in favor of Demon King dramatics, awesome.
He bows in gratitude though. "Thank you." Fiddle. Fit as a fiddle means healthy as a horse -- though Nobunaga is kind of UNSURE about that reference. Horses are so difficult to keep healthy. He knows better than even Shingen Takeda who has the strongest cavalry in the world for their time period - because Nobunaga specifically fought and undermined the weaknesses. But sure, pretending horses are healthier than humans or something like that, he infers.
And Nobunaga desperately tried to find a dictionary. That was literally the first thing he tried to do, and the reason he wants to torture Stede Bonnet for eternity. (Stede ignored him, told him to buzz off, and was even less than unhelpful also wasting both of their times.) You know what the library not having nonfiction means? No dictionaries. While he still means to pester Cesar for the textbooks, it's unlikely he downloaded a dictionary. So Nobunaga is writing his own. It has such useful things like zombies, and fuck. And platypus.
Ossie doesn't want help, but he didn't say he wanted to be left alone (yet?) either, so Nobunaga assumes he should just avoid touching things, because he does give off that intimidating Demon King aura -- he's oblivious that it's more like the aura of a 5 year old about to set the ship on fire if they get too bored. Same thing, right? So of course he hovers nearby waiting for more instruction, and maybe return introduction.