[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

[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?

yes we do

[windeity]

[Dave looks comfortable and for a split-second John thinks to himself that Dave looks good in blue, too. What he'll see when he leans over John's book is a handful of scattered notes and some of John's handwritten notes shorthanded enough it may not be easy to understand.

Mewpac on the other hand chirps happily and sits up in John's lap, tail flicking before meowing directly at Dave. John gives a half-smile instead.]

She wouldn't shut up because you weren't home so we went on a fieldtrip. Also the library probably won't let her in. [So yes.]

[parodeity]

[ dave’s an idiot for the cat because he meows right back at her, mimicking the tone fairly well, before reaching down to pet his favorite cat. ]

Since when did rules and regulations stop you from anything...? [ he also produces a cat treat. mewpac is spoiled as fuck. ] But I’ve totally skipped my own. I’m Dave, I’ll be takin’ care of you today. Can I get you started with anything to drink?

[ he slides into the memorized spiel with the same old slow texan twang, but his professionalism is somewhat ruined by continued attention to mewpac. ]

[windeity]

[John's just going to snap a really quick picture on his phone of Dave and Cat before putting it back in his pocket. Mewpac kneads into John's sweater and leans into Dave's hand instead, taking the treat and continuing to be a much happier cat than she was about five minutes ago.]

Good point. I would be more concerned about her getting taken away though. [He snorts at the spiel before he eyeballs the menu again.] What do you have that has the most caffeine in it?

[parodeity]

Hey, flash photography not permitted. [ THAT'S A LIE, IT IS, but. ] Coffee? Basically. There's a bunch of fancy drinks. Some foam art for 'em, too.

[windeity]

Makes up for the haunted house. [There's a light hum even as he strokes the top of Mewpac's head with one finger.] Nothing fancy today. Unless you can make an Americano with three shots fancy somehow. Do you actually do the foam art?

[parodeity]

That's different, I'm the photographer. Also, yes, I can do the foam art. You askin'? [ it gets a slow grin, anyway. ]

[windeity]

Uh huh, okay. [An eyeroll.] I wasn't initially but now I am curious. Surprise me?

[parodeity]

Sure. Check over the rest of the menu while I go grab it?

[ also he returns with one cup of coffee not in his sylladex and one in his sylladex because the slow grin was entirely about "foam art" with no directions so OF COURSE IT'S A FOAM DICK IN COFFEE, AND ALSO SWEET BRO'S HEAD, BECAUSE DAVE IS A DISASTER.

he puts it down in front of john with an entirely apparent grin that's too catlike and proud of himself for being a disaster. why. don't tell dave to surprise you with art, idiot.

(he has a more official one in his sylladex but) ]

[windeity]

[He's reading the menu while he's waiting, and once Dave sets down the coffee he looks at it...and promptly laughs.]

This betrayal wounds me, Strider. I can't believe you gave me a dick to drink except I can absolutely believe that coming from you. And Sweet Bro's probably lonely without Hella Jeff? [He's saying this while struggling to keep a straight face so.]

[parodeity]

You said surprise you.

[ and dave's too pleased about it to be allowed to live WHY IS HE THIS WAY this is why he generally probably isn't allowed to do foam coffee stuff without supervision.

but he also produces a mug of coffee with a cat, setting it down beside the other. ...hella jeff's head is also on this one?

john can just have two, it's fine. ]

[windeity]

I should report harassment to your manager or something. [But he won't because he thinks it's hilarious, why this. As it is, he'll take the second mug and his expression softens thanks to the cat. Hella Jeff doesn't go unnoticed and he shakes his head.]

This is actually better than some of your normal art, dude.

[parodeity]

I can follow directions. [ kinda. dave admits: ] We have like...step-by-steps for simple shit, and some like, tool-y things. Very advanced. I am not cleared on the more complex shit, but a cat I can handle.

[ he's very professionally standing with one hand on the table and the other on the back of john's chair, now. why. ]

Also, this is barely even harassment. If I were gonna harass you, there'd be waaaay more innuendo and metaphors.

[windeity]

I am incredibly proud of your ability to draw a cute cat. A little less proud of your dick-drawing abilities but I am assuming there's been practice. [He doesn't seem to care that Dave's relaxing and Mewpac stands on her back legs to try and get Dave's attention before she topples back into John's chest.]

I would also say "example" but please no, I am not alert enough for that. What's with the outfit, by the way?

[parodeity]

Fine, I'll save makin' you severely uncomfortable for when you're alert. [ mewpac topples and dave shifts so he's only leaning on the back of john's seat so he can reach down to pet the cat again. ]

We do themes. This month is...this? I don't know, I just wear what I'm told with occasional mild confusion. There's enough layers it's pretty warm, though?

[windeity]

Thank you. I appreciate your concern trolling. [Mewpac purrs and brushes up into Dave's hand while John picks up the cat-cup to drink from first.]

I have never been to a cat café so I wasn't entirely sure what to expect when it came down to this. But I guess it's a living. How long's your shift today?

[parodeity]

Hour and a half more, give or take. I started up this mornin', so.

[ that start time is pretty vague, dave... ]

[windeity]

[He opens his mouth to ask how many times he's looped before he realizes it doesn't matter much.]

We might as well hang out here and wait for you then. I have some stuff to work on and I think Mewpac's happier where she can see you and around other cats.

[parodeity]

If you want. [ dave shrugs. ] Do you know what you want to eat? You should eat somethin' if you're going to be working the whole time. There's cat stuff, too, but I'll just grab her some food...you don't need to order that.

[windeity]

You just brought me a bunch of espresso. I think I am covered for now but thanks. Besides I am fairly certain if I order food I will get distracted from what I'm doing and then fail at getting shit done at all. I did get another ticket in the mail if you want to come with us later.

[parodeity]

What if it's just a snack? [ why is he pulling a john on john... ] And what's the ticket for, for that matter?

[windeity]

I'm almost afraid to say "surprise me" again. A pastry's fine, I can take it to go if I have to. Anyway it's not for anything really exciting. A blanket, I think?

[parodeity]

What's your favorite fruit, anyway? [ cLEARLY NOT APPLES or not to dave degrees, but... ]

[windeity]

Cherries or oranges. [That was probably the easiest answer John's ever given.] What does that have to do with a blanket?