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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!
I am so so so sorry. I don't regret this, but I AM SO SO SO SORRY
crimesdrinks. If he wasn't so hungover, he'd be so much faster mentally. Oh well, it can't be helped.He remembers eventually nail polish.
That's not much to go off of though!
But more importantly, he's acting like a mother hen, Hideyoshi's job, but unlike Hideyoshi, bringing everyone the all important sugar.
So Nobunaga wordlessly (because he can barely string words together still) takes the man in a one-armed hug, and kisses his forehead.
You are a treasure, and a rare find, and he's not going to let go - metaphorically - without a fight.
This is probably not the most grateful return gesture he means it to be, since, while he's wearing his "bare minimum" Japanese Sengoku-era plate mail armor, and just was returning after exercise and darts with Six to get the rest of it, he cuts a pretty intimidating figure all demon king, weapons and violence even on the best of occasions, and being hungover is in no way lessening that.
Still, he's grateful, and oh thank Amaterasu it's sugar. He instantly crouches down and starts nomming on it.
"Arigatou..." He bows. He was so focused on getting the word out, actually kind of nervous, because he doesn't normally do manners easily (Demon King things...) he ended up forcing it into Japanese anyway. Oh well, the gesture was probably understood.
He wants to convey something about Hideyoshi. That he misses him the most at times like this, how he was so reliable, and even though Nobunaga always said he was a monkey on his back, nagging, mother-hen-ing, it was that devotion that let Nobunaga run wild like he wanted, because he knew Hideyoshi would look after the others, doing what the Demon King was useless at. He wanted to help. Maybe deliver sweets to others too, but again, it'd contrast so poorly with the Demon King thing, it couldn't be as effective from him as just... anyone else.
Even so Nobunaga should really learn to keep his hands and lips to his own damned self!
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"Quite alright, old thing. Only- next time asking permission first and giving a fellow some warning wouldn't go amiss, wot."
Some people are just... affectionate. That's... fine. Only Ossie briefly envisions the fellow doing that to someone like Erin and the vision of his mind's eye is soaked in red immediately.
"I do hope you feel better soon, many of us ought to have switched to water far sooner than we did."
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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.