[ SEMI-OPEN ] 🌟 catchall.

[mapleware]

CHARACTERS: Kaede & you!
DATE: late May and onwards
WARNINGS: n/a, will update if needed!
SUMMARY: Catchall with some open and closed prompts!


(( Open prompts and closed starters below! If you'd like to plot out a specific quest or something else with Kaede, feel free to hit me up at bespin or lanayru#6010! ))

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[mapleware]

a. help wanted

[ Kaede is at least...used to picking up whatever kind of odd job comes her way. Got to make money somehow, right? Yet somehow she doubts that this one is going to last especially long, as she has somehow been appointed as an intern...person who stands on the corner in a hot dog costume to lure customers into a shop. This isn't the weirdest job she's ever had, but it's up there...

But hey, everyone has to start somewhere, right? And her sign-flipping skills are quite impressive. She's rather well-coordinated--

At least, until potential customers approach!! Okay, she's got this, she just has to remember her admittedly brief 15-minute training! ]

Hey! You! [ Yes. You. ] H-hot dog!

[ She fingerguns. God help her. ]

U-um! How do you feel about footlongs?!

b. cleaning cat-astrophe

[ Assisting people with their pets is well within Kaede's wheelhouse, although she's used to them disliking her for her peculiar smell. Upon entering Mr. Abe's house, she is dressed more like someone equipped to deal with a fire than a herd of cats, with a puffy coat on and small pillows lashed to her arms and legs. It's fine, she's prepared to deal with any scratches that come her way!!!

As it turns out, however, Mr. Abe's cats seem to rather enjoy just how fluffy she is. In fact, after making the grave mistake of sitting on the couch to pet one of the cats, another arrived to settle on her lap, and then another on her shoulder, her legs, her head...you get the idea.

Soon enough, she is buried in a veritable pile of cats, and should anyone else show up to volunteer while she's in this compromising position, she stage-whispers: ]

Got a minute? C-could I have a hand, here? Ha, you could say I've been catnapped, huh?

[ She's laughing at her own terrible joke, but like, quietly!!! She doesn't want to disturb the cats! Even if her request for aid will absolutely disturb the cats. ]

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[verselet]

[Help, he is just a skinny goth boy being accosted by an employee wrapped up in a hot dog costume as he makes his way down the sidewalk. Perhaps he should have picked a street that was not lined with so many shops and eateries, but he can't help but indulge his curiosity, getting to know this new city with an interest that pulls him to and fro, from street to street and square to square.

He stops, clicking his cane against the pavement and leaning his weight onto it. If this is a face he should recognize, then this revelation is going to dawn on him belatedly; maybe because the hot dog outfit completely obscures her features.]

My name isn't Hot Dog.

[He retorts, somewhat gleeful in how unhelpful that is in regards to answering her question. This will henceforth be a Theme.]

As for my feelings on footlongs-

'A thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.' [What.] Are you going to ply your hot dogs my way?

[mapleware]

N-no, sorry, I wasn't calling you Hot Dog, I was--

[ NEVER MIND. Wow, okay, this guy is a lot!! And...somehow familiar? But reconciling something or someone she sees with her vast bank of knowledge is somewhat familiar to her. It's not so different when it's possible fake memories.

That recognition is taking a backseat anyway, because boy howdy. The analytic side of her mind is attempting to parse that quote and how it applies to hot dogs, with minimal success. In the meantime, she waves her hot dog arms, not unlike the infamous dancing hot dog of legend.

She's coping. ]

Mmmmmaybe! What if I am? You seem like you play hard to get. [ ... ] T-to buy hot dogs, I mean. Oh, but they're buy-one get-one free right now if you use this coupon, sooo the odds of one of them being edible are waaay higher! 100% higher, in fact!

[ She produces said coupon from the recesses of her costume and offers it to him. ]

[verselet]

[Being handed a coupon could qualify as making V a "thankful receiver", so maybe she's more on-point than she realizes. Still, he takes it with his hand not holding onto his cane, turning it over with forefinger and thumb.

Free food... is difficult to pass up when it comes to V. This fandangled human body requires it, yes, but there's a certain novel indulgence in being required to eat the recommended three meals a day, if one looks past the inconvenience.]

I see. This may normally be an incentive enough to purchase a hot dog... or two. But now I must ask: are the hot dogs not normally edible?

[What a salesperson this hotdog-suit-wearing mascot is. V's cleary amused.]

closed 🌟 declan

[mapleware]

[ Attending a party like this is almost as much of a fantasy as the rest of the ON world is, though this is somehow much easier to face than it would be in reality, if only because of that degree of separation between herself and what's happening. She's far more comfortable being social in a digital space like this, and sure, this feels a lot more real than when she's behind a mouse and keyboard, but still! It's not so bad when she thinks about it like any other MMO.

So she's in high spirits tonight, dressed up a charming dress that's not too unlike her magical girl getup, and ready to catch some art thieves! She is rather perceptive, after all...so long as she can stay focused and on task. The first of which is finding her partner in un-crime, though that's also proving a little difficult, considering she only has a vague not-memory of what Declan looks like.

Kaede procures two glasses of (non-alcoholic) punch and scans the room for anyone who looks particularly...Declan-y. (That's a real thing, honest.) She spots someone she's pretty sure is him, with his blonde hair and sharp gaze and trendy fashion sense...yes, it's got to be!

So she at last works up the nerve to approach, offering one of the glasses. ]

Um...hi! Declan, right? I wasn't sure if you like to drink, sooo I got punch! Heh...and I'm pleased as punch to meet you!

[ ...She is talking to some random NPC immediately to Declan's left. ]

[clockworksoul]

[ Declan is, admittedly, trying to take up as little space as possible. He feels a bit out of sorts, dressed up as he is in his new outfit, with a little lapel pin to match. (The tophat and the goggles are still there. Never leave home without your goggles!) So, it’s not entirely Kaede’s fault that she misses him.

He hears his name, though, and turns around to greet this girl that he only sort of remembers, only to find her… talking to someone else. He spends a precious moment of Kaede embarrassing herself by talking to a complete stranger to look the man over, and decides if he had to be mistaken for someone, at least this is a flattering choice.

He clears his throat. ]

Ahem. Sorry to say, but you’ve just wasted a brilliant punch-line on the wrong fellow. I’m Declan.