[catch-all]

[hadeir]

WHO: Celine + various
WHERE: all around recolle, specifically the stables and Tartine Treats
WHEN: this is the October catch-all
WHAT: pawning items and muffins
WARNINGS: none so far
NOTES: Click here if you're looking for the October event. It has ghosts, and rats, and ghost rats.

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John Becket - backdated to late September?

[hadeir]

[ She said two in the afternoon but she arrives earlier, leaves a stack of boxes of items to be pawned at the counter, gives them instructions to let a man named Becket know where she is, and makes her way to the stables to meet the horses--

-- sorry, they're chocobos now. Apparently they have always been chocobos. Ugly flightless birds that smell bad and sound terrible but hey, at least the chicks are cute.

She's face to face with the horse turned chocobo named Glass, and she finds it to be just as annoying and haughty as it always was. ]

[vitis]

[ and john arrives a few minutes past, having gone first to the counter, and then immediately to seek out his poor employer. the area's largely devoid of people, so it doesn't take long even amongst the mass of oversized birds. ]

Oh, hey!

[ waving!! ]

[ thankfully, even if it's a lively greeting, he knows how not to ruffle the feathers of every chocobo in sight. after that wave, he's shoving his hands into his pockets and ambling his way over. honestly, he didn't expect to see her actually mingling amongst them... ]

Makin' friends?

[hadeir]

No. [ She quickly corrects, tugging the chocobo's reigns. ]

I just found out that Glass here has just as odious a personality as a chocobo as she did as a horse.

[ True enough, the chocobo doesn't seem to like Celine that much. It's scratching the ground and if chocobos can look at a person with contempt then that is what it is doing. ]

[vitis]

Aww!

[ john looks between the two of them. normally, he'd want to pet it, but it looks irritated enough that he thinks he'll wisely pass in this instance. ]

But you two seem to know each other. It's nice of you to come up 'n check on her...

[ yeah maybe he's dumb but he doesn't buy it... ]

[hadeir]

I just wanted to see how big a difference this shift to chocobos made. [ Defensively. Glass is a fast steed, sturdy, an award winner. But it's annoying for reasons other than being her ex's favorite horse/chocobo. She tugs its reigns harshly and hands it over to a stablehand. ]

She's terrible.

[vitis]

... Got'cha.

[ john lifts his hands to thread his fingers against the back of head. even if he does look amused, he supposes that ends that line of curiosity... and! back to business for him. mostly: ]

So, you wanna go? Or wanna have a race, first?

[ heh. ]

[hadeir]

[ Is that a challenge? Did he just challenge her? He will regret challenging her!

Also if chocobos act almost the same way as horses then how bad can riding one be? ]

I'm going to win that race, you know.

Eijirou Kirishima

[hadeir]

[ She promised to meet the young man for breakfast at Tartine Treats, so here she is, pink hair and all, with a chai pistacio muffin and a steaming hot cup of coffee. At this point she's about to concede that yes, she might have over-reacted when her hair turned all pink overnight, because she's actually getting some positive response from it.

She still keeps her head down because of her pink eyes, however. Those are weird no matter how you look at it.

Celine also ordered a chocolate chip muffin for Eijirou, which is placed just across her table, in case he hasn't had breakfast yet. Can he eat muffins? He said something about changes to his teeth. Now she's curious if that has affected how he eats. ]

[explodosafe]

[Cutter arrives more or less on time, and after a long moment where he just stands there shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other he spots Celine's hair and makes a beeline for it. He feels a bit guilty for only being able to recognize her because of the hair she had been so upset about, but then again it really is striking. Cutter can sort of understand why she'd be upset over having her hair messed with in such a big manner, since colors are important for one's image and all.]

Hey. Is this one still free?

[He pulls the seat opposite her out and slips into it, displaying a set of subdued manners that don't really fit in with the way he presented himself online. Cutter's rather wide shoulders are more or less hidden by the fluffy black hoodie the teen has chosen to wear, and his long black hair has been combed so that it hangs into his face in a way that makes it harder to spot his strikingly red eyes unless he is looking somebody in the face. He also keeps his lips tightly pressed together which results in a minor frown on his resting face and exudes the overall air of somebody who isn't happy being seen.

Which he isn't. At least not in the way that has little kids crow to their mothers that he has monster eyes or that he must be the little brother of the boogie man thanks to his teeth. The adults notice as well, but while the children are still somewhat full of wonder those older stares are definitely judging. Cutter tries to ration it away, reminding himself that he'd wonder why a person would think it a good idea to file their teeth like that as well, but it works only within limits.]

...I'm Cutter. We talked online earlier.

[hadeir]

Yes. Nice to meet you. You can just call me Celine.

[ She smiles softly. She was prepared to meet someone booming with energy, just like he seemed to be online. But he's an awkward teen, a few years younger than her, facing all these superhuman changes. She catches a glimpse of his red eyes and sharp teeth because he told her about them earlier. He's dressed like he wants to hide something, and she understands why.

Meanwhile here she is, trying to tough it out in her hoodless blouse and high waisted shorts. ]

The chocolate chip muffin is yours. Should I get you some coffee?

[explodosafe]

[He nods at her introduction, offering a quick upward quirk of the corners of his lips before he opens his mouth and runs the tip of his tongue over the tips of his teeth in an unconscious nervous gesture. It's silly, but examinations always make him a bit nervous. This one is going to be about his weird new growths, too...

His eyes dart to take in her looks and he wishes he'd be as brave as her.]

Thanks. That'd be nice, but you don't have to go out of your way for me. Just some water or juice will also do.

[He offers her a lopsided smile, the little knot of restless energy that's burning inside his chest urging him to do more, but his felt lack of a proper social foothold holding him still back somewhat.]

...how are we going to go about this?

[hadeir]

[ She calls the waitress over to order orange juice for Cutter, and smiles at her like there is absolutely nothing strange about the two of them. But even without the pink hair or the fangs, they still look like an unlikely pair. ]

We could head back to my place after breakfast. I left all my equipment there.

[explodosafe]

[He watches the waitress come and go and then straightens back up to his full size with a small sigh. There's no helping feeling silly with her being brave like this, so he might as well at least try to carry himself like a man.]

That's okay with me. Though...

[Flashing her a quick smile, Cutter grins]

I thought this isn't supposed to be a date. And now you're asking me to accompany you home already.

Koutarou Takao

[hadeir]

Mister Takao?

[ Putting the hood of her cream-colored hoodie now that she's entered the door to the Lemon Leaf Atelier. It's a mess like she remembered it to be, though her last visit was brief and for the purpose of purchasing a few paintings for her new home. Celine's not an artist. She's also not a big fan of the smell of paint. ]

It's me, Celine.

[wordcarvings]

[ And it does smell a lot of paint in the atelier. ]

Hello, Celine-san.

[ His voice is head before she sees all of him, probably. He's on the other side of a canvas, and he gets up off the stool to greet her. He takes a proper look at her hair and eyes. ]

Oh, but they are a lovely color like this too.

[hadeir]

[ She frowns, her pink brows knitting, her hands on her hips. ]

All my discarded clothes would like to disagree with you.

[wordcarvings]

I suppose that they would do that. As a color itself it's nice though, and it doesn't look bad against your skin.

[ He doesn't know that much about fashion beyond color combination but-- ]

Is there no chance that you can dye the clothes instead of throwing them out?

[hadeir]

No, it's too late. I've already given them away to charity.

[ She's running her finger on one of the paintings on the wall. Ooh, textured. ]

Recolle's homeless will have a very fashionable Christmas this year.

[wordcarvings]

Ah. I’m sure they’ll be happy, at least.

[ He’s friends with a homeless person who drops by to work on art projects regularly, so he knows that sometimes they can by happy about that too. Though generally, he’d imagine that they’re just happy to get some new clothes at all. Even if they might think fashion is fun. ]

Pitou Blythe

[hadeir]

Good morning! Ready to go shopping?

[ She texts them once she's at The Towers that weekend morning. It's less crowded at the department store when you go there just as soon as it opens. ]

[playdolls]

I am. Do you want coffee? I'll have Mafuyu pick it up.

[ Ah, a permanent slave. ]

[hadeir]

No. I'm good

[ She's sipping her expensive coffee in a to-go cup and waiting for them to arrive. ]

[playdolls]

[ Pitou appears, an androgynous little person with a mop of dyed hair; a slate gray, touched with silver and lavender. ]

Your hair doesn't look so bad.

[hadeir]

[ Greetings! Before we start this Shopping Adventure, are you a boy or a girl? You know what, it doesn't matter. Pitou is not getting in the dressing room with her either way. ]

It really isn't, it's how it's paired with the eyes that's overkill.

[ Thus she's wearing the bitchiest shades this side of Recolle and it isn't even that bright out. ]

[playdolls]

Just wear the sunglasses all the time.

[ Snickering. ]

Or colored contacts, there's nothing about this that can't be fixed.

[ In the meantime though, it is time to start poking their heads into some clothing shops. ]