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bottlecaplogs2025-10-10 05:22 pm
shotinhead) wrote in bottlecaplogs2025-10-10 05:22 pm
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negative 219 years old,
Who: Courier Six... and you! Open :3 And yes, this is a mingle-style log as well.
What: That Dragonite? He's now 39 years old, and accidentally admitted it. So a group is gonna burn down his kitchen make him a cake and other goods.
When: October 10th
Where: Perrins' house, in The Archives area.
Warnings: None, but watch for comment headers
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[ Today is a special day. Perhaps one of you heard it though the Grumpearls, or noticed from one of the tablets that Courier Six had scribed. He'd muttered over the Grumpearls that he had expected a birthday wish from them, like his old Pip-Boy, but... if anybody had tried to ask him about it, he had fallen asleep in his bed, or ignored the calls, or... something.
But perhaps you want to prepare something for him, or just drop off a gift. Or plan a suprise party!
Thankfully (?), for now, Courier Six is out. Doing his regular rounds, and working on his scribing for the community. Over his time here, he's settled on his daily tasks, and grown comfortable with it.
The small house that Perrin lives in, alongside his roommates - Ursaluna and Arcanine - is built for larger Pokemon. Perrin lives on an upper floor, with a comfortable bedroom and what seems to be a work area. There's a bunch of what might seem like junk in one pile in his work area, with many scattered papers with notes on them. As for the kitchen... area, though, the fireplace has been built around with stone slightly, easier to make adjustments to when he has to cook anything. But it's all scaled for a Dragonite.
Uh. Good luck?]
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[ I'll put up a comment for when Perrin gets gifts below, as well, after a few days! ]
What: That Dragonite? He's now 39 years old, and accidentally admitted it. So a group is gonna burn down his kitchen make him a cake and other goods.
When: October 10th
Where: Perrins' house, in The Archives area.
Warnings: None, but watch for comment headers
.
[ Today is a special day. Perhaps one of you heard it though the Grumpearls, or noticed from one of the tablets that Courier Six had scribed. He'd muttered over the Grumpearls that he had expected a birthday wish from them, like his old Pip-Boy, but... if anybody had tried to ask him about it, he had fallen asleep in his bed, or ignored the calls, or... something.
But perhaps you want to prepare something for him, or just drop off a gift. Or plan a suprise party!
Thankfully (?), for now, Courier Six is out. Doing his regular rounds, and working on his scribing for the community. Over his time here, he's settled on his daily tasks, and grown comfortable with it.
The small house that Perrin lives in, alongside his roommates - Ursaluna and Arcanine - is built for larger Pokemon. Perrin lives on an upper floor, with a comfortable bedroom and what seems to be a work area. There's a bunch of what might seem like junk in one pile in his work area, with many scattered papers with notes on them. As for the kitchen... area, though, the fireplace has been built around with stone slightly, easier to make adjustments to when he has to cook anything. But it's all scaled for a Dragonite.
Uh. Good luck?]
--
[ I'll put up a comment for when Perrin gets gifts below, as well, after a few days! ]
CAKEQUEST
Oho
Birthday, huh
That means nameday, doesn't it
Firoza loves a friend nameday. And damn it all but she can't not want to surprise her friend with something nice, which is why...yes. Yes, she has scaled the building to get through Six's window once more, a bundle tied on her back as she slips in...
She's literally never baked anything before, but how hard could a cake be?]
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until a certain nidoran scrambles through the window. ]
Oh, hi Firoza. [ she'd been briefed about this happening already so she's not totally surprised to see her. presently, she's trying to slide herself off of the kitchen stones with a cup that's just too big for her in hand. ]
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Stares dumbfoundedly at Parvati, eyes very big. Very much like she's been caught in the middle of doing something she shouldn't.]
...H...Hello.
[SHE'S NOT A HOME INVADER SHE PROMISES,]
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[ she finally manages to shuffle off the stones and stride past her to the other side of the room, not really paying her much mind. she takes a sip from her cup. ]
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I'm...I apologize for coming unnanounced? I simply heard...it was Courier Six's nameday, and...
[Surprise. Cake. All that fun stuff.]
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Just missed him, though. [ another loooong sip. ] Unless the surprise part is on purpose?
go my late tag-in
[Flowey has decided to swing by for a surprise visit. He is- unfortunately for him- very small. And everything in Perrin's house is very large.
So mostly all he does is sit there in the middle of the floor until Courier Six is available. Once he is around, Flowey will present him with a little gift-- literally, it fits in Perrin's hand easily. It's inside a small burlap sack tied shut with a pretty ribbon.]
I didn't think you'd want me making a big deal out of it. But, how could I not get a gift for my new best pal?
[Despite how... insincere Flowey always seems, there's a small bit of genuine warmth behind his words. He's here, after all, and he did bring a gift. Somehow, he feels like Courier Six is one of the few people that really understands him.]
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[He probably wouldn't be too fussed if she climbed up into his apartment via window again, right? Right.]
Aye, namedays and birthdays are one in the same, so I've learned.
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[ she looks down at her drink for a moment, then back up. ] Just to be here when he gets back, or?
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He leaves the apartment not long after, coming back in the late afternoon. Rather than use the main entrance, or even the window, he pops his head out of a hole in the wall. Being small also has its perks, though he’s far less willing to admit that one out loud. If nothing else, the Archives give him plenty of hidden passageways for sneaking things in and out undetected. Useful, given he's not supposed to be here in the first place.
In a move reminiscent of their first meeting, he flicks a seed toward the Dragonite to get his attention before calling out: ]
Hey, Six. Give me a hand, huh?
[ He could easily jump out on his own, but it looks like he’s dragging something behind him in that cranny of his. ]
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Ah. That tunnel, one he'd noticed. Sometimes he wondered if he should close it - but it made for an easy entrance for his ally. Better then having to knock on the door. He offers out a claw, tugging slightly. ]
Had a good day?
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[ All it takes is one decent tug to pull him — and the bag he was apparently lugging this whole time — out. It's not exactly sized for a Morpeko, nor is it empty. He holds onto the Dragonite's claw for a moment, before jumping down. ]
Think I should be asking you that. They really made you work on your birthday?
[ He may not be able to relate, but he has seen enough television where that is apparently a Big Deal for mundys. ]
go my late reply
When you're my age, you usually... tend t'not think much about it. [ Or it's the fact that it's another sign he's been here too long. ] Hope it wasn't too much of a hassle t'get here, hm?
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Half th'Pokemon here don't even know. Besides, what was I gonna do - tell th'whole world that I'm an even older man?
[ Even though he seemed to be dismissing it, he had such a gentle sound to his voice for once. He felt... cared for. ] Now, is that a gift or do you just like draggin' massive f'you shit around?
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I figured I'd save you the trouble of throwing out some crappy handmade gift and give you something practical. Some of these lower damage from certain moves. Those Blast Seeds are some of my favorite, but watch out handling them in here!
... Some of them just taste good. Hee hee. I thought you wouldn't find any of THESE back in the wasteland you came from.
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[ Perrin's question gets a casual shrug before he actually answers. ]
Nope, definitely for me. Just didn't have my size. [ He pulls the bag off himself before lifting the strap for Perrin to take. ] Careful. There's a bottle in there too. [ His smile falters, cheekiness dialing back just enough to be noticeable. ]
I know it's not as nice as the one you had but... just until you can get a better replacement.
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[ This is him being thankful. There's a bit of a softer smile, though, even as he gently continues to snort. ] Not every year I'm somewhere settled for the day.
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[ He is looking at the berries and the Blast Seeds. Before there's a bit of a cheeky grin, tilting his head. ] You know, even with all the shit I ate, there weren't things like Blast Seeds. Guess the world thought people like me'd be too powerful if I could spit out explosives. Probably one of th'best things here.
...thanks.
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[ He had to use up plenty of his good will around town to finally get his paws on something worth their while. ]
First time for everything though, huh? Could be worse. [ He nudges a bit at Perrin, before motioning up at him to give the drink a try. ] At least you're not settled in a shitty apartment like mine back home.
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[ Eh. He mentioned it, so he might as well elaborate, as he began to drink. ] Ran away from home on my eighteenth.
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[ Tilting his head, he hums quietly under his breath. It wouldn't be fair to ask what home was like, when he knows Perrin well enough. ]
I know how it is though. Staying put after wandering that long. Almost doesn't feel right.
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[ But... there's a bit of a sigh. He's already begun drinking, but he's not that lightweight. ] I'm guessin' you know what these scars mean, though. [ the top scars. ] Sometimes I wonder if she'd be like this.
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Tch. You say that, until some dog digs me up for lunch.
[ A very real and valid concern despite the humor in his voice. But the next bit does a hit on his grin, ears flicking at what Perrin has to say. Would he know? Bigby glances at the scars in question with a small head tilt. They definitely looks surgical in nature, but that's as far as he gets. ] ... Who's she? [ The answer is no, Perrin. He wouldn't know. ]
cw: outdated gender language, cult behaviour
Maybe it's the gift. But this is the most he's opened up about himself here. ]
Right, so. I was born a girl. Her name was Eve. She was born to be a mother, or so her parents and everybody down there told 'er. Would have gone along with it, too, if th'guy I liked hadn't died. [ Because of him, but he won't say that. It's not important. Today isn't the day to mourn him. ]
But I didn't feel right as a girl. Didn't know there was a term for it until I met my Nana, until she took me in after I ran away. She let me know what it was - bein' a transsexual. And she helped me get th'cash to get my boobs lopped off, in a safe enviroment. Sure, I chose this new name, but if not for 'er - I'd probably be down in Nebraska covered in babies.
Still, sometimes, I wonder if Eve would have wanted all of this. Maybe she'd be happier down there. So I make sure t'remember her every birthday.
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That term isn't unfamiliar actually, though admittedly he didn't think much of it beyond a definition. Humans overcomplicate things for themselves, add labels, create divides. In the forest, you simply are what you know you are. Even a runt can call himself the biggest there is and prove it to be true.
He still doesn't get why Perrin seems so disappointed needing to talk about it, but Bigby supposes it must be a human thing, and one he'd probably never quite understand. Maybe being a mundy makes it all the more difficult too, having to navigate those changes without any magic to help either. ]
Even if she would've been happier with a pack of kids, where would that leave you? I mean, I don't know Eve, but I do know Perrin. [ He shrugs, trying not to sound dismissive, just offering a different perspective. ] Maybe in another life, she'd be in Nebraska asking the same damn thing about you, yeah?
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She'd probably be writin' stories about what it was like outside. Not just what th'others told her, but...
I guess I still like stories. You know, fairy tales and fantasy. Worlds that seem better, and have a better logic to 'em then livin'. It's because of them she decided to run.
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A part of him wants to say it's not that simple, but instead, he meets Perrin's sad smile with one of his own. ]
You think she got the fairy tale she wanted? Running away, letting you... be you?