[Open] And This 'Real', It's Impossible If Possible

[windeity]

WHO: John Egbert windeity + OTA
WHERE: A few places such as an open park, the RU campus, the fancy new Retrospec mailbox, RU dormitories, and more
WHEN: The month of November! (Some prompts have specific dates)
WHAT: A November catch-all featuring larger-than-life regains, mutant kittens, crash courses in flight, mailbox experiments, turkey hunts and etc.
WARNINGS: None for now!



A.) November 6th, You've Got Mail

[So okay. He's used the mailbox a few times now mostly to pull items out, but he did say that he was interested in learning about the failsafes and all of that. Today, John can be found lingering by the box and the wafflehouse as he examines it, sticking a few items back into the box before receiving new tickets. The tickets go back in in exchange for the items. This process repeats for a while before John seemingly summons his biology book out of nowhere (his sylladex), examining it and eyeballing the mailbox before noticing someone else approach.]

Want to spot me really quick for an experiment?

B.) Various dates in November, That's How a Superhero Learns To Fly

[He knew it was too good to be true. He had an easy enough time flying when he first learned that he could (floating in his sleep aside) but now that he really wants to get the hang of it it seems nearly impossible to control on command. For a while, he seems to be doing well. He can control his speed and how high he can go, he can change direction on a dime, and it feels almost natural. It's only when he starts to think too much that his flight goes awry and he finds himself zipping in the wrong direction, rocketing up way past the rooftops of buildings or, in some cases, slamming right into a window.

Hopefully it wasn't yours?

He doesn't seem to mind doing this in public either, so it's not exactly hard to miss a boy floating through the air and crashlanding around the Recollé University campus and some parts of Tisse. Call up to him, call him out for smearing the glass on your window, whatever.]

C1.) Various dates in November, A Wild Goose Turkey Chase

[Birds are assholes. John's decided this a while ago and while they're all feathery douchebags he doesn't seem to mind the prospect of catching them for the cash prize. The good thing is that he has a little friend that can help him with his hunting. With her green collar and small stature, Mewpac seems to find it easy to spot her prey, wiggling like she's ready to pounce--

--before she darts over to the closest stranger instead to pounce on shoelaces.]

Mewpac, come on! [John's shouting is enough to send the bird running away, too, and John groans in frustration.] Damnit.

[Oh well. What ever will you do with a four-eyed kitten on your shoe and an idiot teenager cursing at wild birds?]

C2.) Various dates in November, Turkey Season

[After a while John decides it's easer to hunt without his cat and can be found sneaking after an unsuspecting bird. The turkey wobbles and gobbles as it walks down the sidewalk, laying a golden egg and leaving John to pick it up curiously. The turkey somehow doesn't seem to notice and John shakes the egg, unable to tell what's up with it. For anyone passing by though, he draws their attention while holding onto the egg itself.]

Feel like making fifty bucks? [He gestures to the turkey that's still leisurely walking away. This looks way too easy, doesn't it?]

D.) November 10th, You Know It Is Time For The Hammer To Fall

[Today, John finds himself over in Hollingberry Field where there's plenty of space for him to move freely. His car's parked a short distance away and he's careful to ensure that he's alone before he moves to suddenly drop a large hammer out of his strife deck and down to the ground.

He knew the ticket had described this as "a very, very big hammer", but this was ridiculous.

For the most part he's busy studying it, trying to figure out how he's supposed to actually lift this stupid thing or what to do with it. He can be found trying to push it and trying to lift it, arms straining just a bit and John digging his heels into the ground.

There is a way. There is a way to move this thing that he doesn't quite know of yet but for now he seems to be working with this. You may come across him during his struggles, or maybe later you'll find him flat-out sitting on top of the hammer itself and frowning in concentration. Either way, he'll stop what he's doing and give a tentative wave.]

I would say "this isn't what it looks like" but I have no other way to even begin to explain this.

E.) Various dates in November, Wildcard

[Or you can find John during the rest of the month for other things! People who are familiar with the RU campus may find him spending a lot of time in one of the music practice rooms at a piano. Others may find him working his shift at the movie theater, or perhaps you just find him sleeping on his homework in the library. Feel free to hit me with anything else you want from the above prompts, too, or contact me via PM/at alternatively and I can write you a special prompt ♥!]

Comments

B.

[destiny_key]

[Well, it's not his window, per-say. It's the animal shelter's window, reinforced and made of plexiglass, and luckily for John, Sora's the only one in the break room when he crashes into it.

The noise is loud enough to rattle the cupboards, and down the hall he can hear the dogs start to yip in their kennels at the disturbance as Sora rushes to the window and yanks it up and open to stick his head outside. A flying college student was not what he expected.]

Dude, are you okay?!

[windeity]

[He's dazed briefly because plexiglass kind of bounces back, but he's still floating in the air even as he comes back into focus. He can hear the dogs barking before he focuses and recognizes it's Sora, shaking his head before giving a thumbs up.]

Totally fine. That was not completely weird or embarrassing at all. [Sora being in the break room alone is a blessing, but also, it's Sora.] Uh. Sorry for freaking out the dogs...

B WOOSH!

[blessmefather]

[ At least John hadn't just pancaked himself against Matt's apartment window. That could be very dangerous since his fancy apartment was several stories up. Instead this was a two story warehouse in Tisse. Matt had climbed up onto the Tisse rooftops several blocks back and had made it all the way out here via rooftops, fire escapes, fences, and construction platforms alone. He didn't bother hiding his face what with his senses warning him if someone was on the rooftop ahead but he made a point of keeping his typical work clothes at home and throwing on a hoodie just in case someone he knew spotted him.

That was when he sensed something moving in his direction from overhead. It was too large to be a bird, definitely too quiet for a drone or small aircraft. He paused to listen. Was that a voice? It's hard to tell with all the wind blowing around it, it's almost like the air is shifting dramatically because of the object rather than blowing past it. ]

What in the-?

[windeity]

[Is this really for the better, we sure don't know. Still, John at least can see Matt albeit belatedly before he yells and crashes on the room next to him, managing to tuck and roll to a stop just teetering on the edge of the roof. He stays perfectly still even knowing he could save himself if he fell, pausing for a moment to get a sense of where they were at.

It takes a few moments mostly due to being startled by the loss of control, but he's getting to his feet and glancing over at the man on the roof. This should bother him, but he's been on enough rooftops lately that all he can do is:]

...sorry about that. [Matt should be able to recognize his voice by now, at least.] I didn't think anybody else would be up here when I aimed to land.

[closed to Dave Strider, 11/7]

[windeity]

[It's a nice and calm day when John strolls into Catmosphere. It's a Tuesday and he's kind of exhausted but he's in high enough spirits as he enters the café with Mewpac tucked into the neck of his hoodie. She's not nearly as happy as she would be with her favorite dad, but she's purring and calm nevertheless.

The theme of the place for the month is a little startling but you know. This whole city's startling by now and so it gets brushed off before he settles at a table by himself. He's already back to work not long after, taking out a composition book to write in and using his left hand to pet the kitten who has moved into his lap. He's aware this is Dave's section and so he'll wait.]

this reminds me we need to do kyouko/john window shit don't let us forget

[parodeity]

[ i'm not doing intense googling into this theme fashion so bam and bam dave's in some combo of that. congrats. since this is Extra Layers he has no actual objections to this month's theme and seems more or less calm as he slides a menu in front of john. probably it's a little weird seeing him out of western clothes, or in predominantly blue when he's usually color-coded red, but dave doesn't seem awkward in them; he's as ridiculously graceful as he usually is, leaning over to see what john's writing. nosily. he recognizes a composition book ok. ]

Did you both miss me that much?

WINNER WINNER TURKEY DINNER

[frisyr]

Fifty dollars?

[ YES?? ]

--W...what do you want me to do?

[windeity]

[Ah yes good, perfect.]

See that bird over there? [A not -so-subtle point at the turkey.] We need to catch that thing and bring it back to city hall. I guess the Mayor put out a warrant for their arrest or whatever and anyone who turns in a bird gets paid. Have you ever trapped a turkey before?

d

[robitussin]

[When she first sees what he's doing, she's a good distance away, going on a walk in the afternoon. She's curious enough that she wanders over once she sees the hammer, though, watching him try to pull it along.]

...What does it look like? I have no idea what you're doing, man.

[She's definitely giving the item another perplexed look, confused, before she glances back at him.]

Where did that even come from?

[windeity]

[It's a hammer that's also probably bigger than Natalie, and though he's grown since he was thirteen the hammer is still a colossal weapon. He's sprawled on it and frowning because that's also a great question.]

I'm trying to pick it up, and I know that has to be possible, but the dumb thing won't move. I got it from that mailbox though. You remember Maurice saying he'd send out tickets? One of those things.

B

[mincingminuet]

[Even though she did remember how to fly the damn thing thanks to her mecha piloting adventure a few months ago, Penelope's mastery over the airship was less than perfect. The skills she had regained didn't really prepare her for the rush that came with whizzing through the sky in her little shuttle, and she flits from cloud to cloud, the sweet sounds of Black Sabbath echoing inside the cockpit.

There's nobody up here, nothing except maybe a few birds, so she's hardly looking where she's going so long as the altimeter stays level. She's not going fast, blessedly, since she's just trying to get the hang of things...]

[windeity]

[And that's about the time Pen's jarred out of her content flight mode, seeing how John is startled by the appearance of an airship and can't redirect in time, bouncing straight into the windshield and tumbling through the air. The contact wasn't hard enough to really hurt, but enough that it was loud and fast enough to garner attention and leave him a little dazed as he hovers in front of the ship. Rubbing his forehead, he floats and tilts his head to get another good look at the ship. Hopefully Penelope doesn't mind that he's starting to hover around it.]

b.

[blacksong]

[It is, indeed, Rose's window. Whoops. She's come to expect a lot of weird shit out of the city itself now, but for some reason, it hadn't crossed her mind yet that a lot of weird things would be from people themselves.

All things said, she gets up from her table pretty calmly, opening up the window to look out as she talks around a mouthful of cake to flatly say:]

What the fuck.

[windeity]

[Ahaha whoops. At least he has the grace to look a little embarrassed as he floats back from the window, glancing at it again to make sure it isn't cracked or anything.]

Sorry! Sorry, it was either the window or the building itself and the window seemed a little more forgiving in this case. I am still getting used to longevity.

c1.

[compendiem]

[ What else is there to do when assaulted by a kitten but to ignore everything else in the world around you and crouch down right where you are and pull out your shoelaces, Mewpac can have his laces.

Minato's in the process of pulling out one of the loops when Mewpac's four eyes blink up at him, and he blinks his two right back, purposely slow out of habit, and then a quicker, more surprised blink, because— four- what? ]

[windeity]

[She immediately begins to purr because Mewpac is a social cat and she uses a tiny paw to "help" Minato with his shoelaces, meowing in response while her tail flicks back and forth. It gives John enough time to catch up with the pair of them and he comes to a slow walk when he sees what she's doing.

There's always the risk of someone not being on the network and noticing he has a mutant cat, so he keeps his expression fairly calm as he speaks up.]

Sorry. She seems to think anything that dangles is a toy for her. [The kitten mews in agreement, this time blinking her eyes individually.]

c2

[sketchythief]

[ Daisuke looks over to the carefree turkey and then at the golden egg that John's holding. It really does look easy... but for some reason, he feels like it's a trap.

But $50. ]

You're not going to catch it?

[windeity]

I'm hoping to, but I am pretty sure it's going to be hard to do it by myself. The reward should go for both of us if we both put in the same amount of work don't you think? [The bird remains oblivious...for now. But then John registers who he's talking to and he grins a little wider.] Besides, I've seen you jump and tackle things before, Daisuke. This should be easy for us.

b i am not fucking picking when no

[evidentiary]

[ GUESS WHAT. IT SURE WAS HERS. worse, kyouko's window was half open to let in some cool air so he could have like, smacked his head and tumbled inside depending how stupid we're going, here.

she pauses, seated at her desk, and turns to look over at the window. her room, for the record, is well lit and rather neat and austere. HOW STUPID ARE WE GOING. ]

rude

[windeity]

[I can't believe you have to actually ask me how stupid we're making this because John's definitely hanging half inside her room and half out. He smacked into the windowframe and he glances around the room dizzily before he spots Kyouko and gives her a short wave.]

Uh. Hey! Sorry to just drop in like this. [John...]

15 mins late w starbucks, also d

[alienates]

[ sometimes, you just want to take nice stroll? you know, get some sunshine and fresh air and also pass by john egbert struggling with a giant fucking hammer.

karkat pauses and immediately backpedals, wondering if he truly saw that right. but, no, that surely is... a thing. ]

It's stupid, is what it is.

never late okok

[windeity]

[Things John may truly feel bad about: Karkat having to deal with this stupidity. At the same time if he has to deal so does everybody else so when Karkat speaks up John's only response is to laugh and stop trying to move the hammer.]

At this point I am starting to believe everything in our universe was really stupid. How the fuck is anybody supposed to use this thing?

B

[wordcarvings]

[ That... was a very loud crash against his classroom window. It startled Koutarou into dropping the bucket-full of brushed he had intended to clean, and they fall all over the floor, while he snaps his head up to the window.

There is... a person... clinging to one of the windows...? Holy shit there's a person..!?! And this isn't exactly the bottom floor of the building, either!!

Koutarou hurries over and instead of opening the window the boy is stuck to, he opens the one right next to it, and he grabs him to pull him inside. ]

What are you doing!?

[windeity]

[Koutarou. Buddy. He's got this! (He absolutely does not have this.) He's stuck to the window for a moment before he dismounts, floating a few inches away before he's dragged into the classroom and lands just as gracefully on his feet.]

Practicing, I think! [It definitely doesn't look like much, but he's doing his best.] I am getting a little better at control but sometimes things happen.

B, any day before the 11th because I dropped the ball

[smothershadow]

[You're a long way up, hero. This is a penthouse, there's a lot of windows.

Fortunately there's also a balcony beneath those windows, and while it was far too cold to consider sitting outside there's still someone out there in a moment.

That somewhat judgmental older lady with the dragon problem last month is the one peering incredulously out of a door in the wall of glass.]

...how did you get up here?

[This young man is floating.

What.]

fingerguns, no worries

[windeity]

[Oh. Haha. Hi Amelia! He at least has the grace to look a little sheepish as he peels away from the window and continues to float, giving her a cheerful wave.]

Sort of like this? [He gestures to the floating.] I am still getting used to it. Sorry about the glass.