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[OPEN] warning for hot topic content
WHO: Howard Carter and YOU, YES YOU
WHERE: all around town
WHEN: anytime during March
WHAT: Local disaster continues to be a disaster.
WARNINGS: mild body horror stuff if you take the hole eye prompt, otherwise just G for Giant Weirdo
A. too goth to live, too goth to die
[Here stands Howard. Here stands Howard outside of Hot Topic. That sentence alone should be enough for your character to turn around and go the other direction, but Howard looks morose enough to possibly draw one's interest. He stares at the bag in his hands, mouth creased into a concerned frown.]
[If he notices someone watching, he'll stare before he speaks up in an uncertain tone of voice:]
Uh. Do me a favor, please. Do you think this suits me...?
[He pulls out the t-shirt he just bought from the bag. Uh. Yeah. Good taste there.]
B. the (lack of) eyes have it
[Howard has been wearing sunglasses on and off for a while now even to what few history classes he's forced to teach at the university - the students will notice that he's become far more withdrawn, even unwilling to stay after to answer questions. Overall, he's become more of a hermit than usual, shying away from crowded places as much as he can. Still, he has to go out sometimes, hopefully without running into too many people...]
[Except today must be his lucky day, because he's too busy tapping away on his phone to watch where he's going - he bumps right into the other pedestrian, sunglasses flying off his face and clattering onto the ground.]
[If the other person saw it, they might realize that his eyes are...simply not there. There are just big, wide, empty holes where they once were.]
Ugh, watch where you're going...!
[He stiffens, realizing his sunglasses are gone - he lifts his arm to cover his face. Oh no. Ohhh no. His tone instantly goes from annoyed to clearly distressed.]
Could you...could you pick my sunglasses? Please? You...you didn't see anything.
C. who was the smart guy that decided a clown as a franchise mascot was a good idea
[Usually Howard makes a point to not be engaged in the general going-ons in Recolle, but even the weird vending machines that have been popping up every now and then have piqued his curiosity. He finally decides to go check one out, though...]
Uh...why does this vending machine sell lockpicks? Machine gun ammo....? Does anyone actually use these things....?
[He just gapes at the listing, even raising his hand as if to rub at his eyes in disbelief, though he decides at the last minute to just rub at his forehead instead.]
Crossbow tranquilizer ammo...? Is that even a thing?
D. in a bit of a tangle
[So you know how Howard has this abnormally long wavy black hair that makes him look like some kind of emo edgy version of Rapunzel? Well, a lot of hair like that isn't exactly easy to deal with.]
[The day is especially windy, and he was walking by a pine tree, and....]
[Well. He's stuck. He jerks away from the tree, except there's a very large tangle in one of the branches and he just gets pulled back, eyes wide like he's a cat stuck up somewhere it can't jump down from.]
...Please help.
[Will your character save the day? Or just laugh at this long-haired loser?]
E. WILDCARD
[Howard is just generally being a miserably moping goth man all over town, one can find him sleeping in odd places, petting cats, attending the local bar and being nihilistic about life and the universe, etc. Hit me up @vampirize on plurk if you want to plot something! Or just throw a prompt at me, I'm down for anything!]
WHERE: all around town
WHEN: anytime during March
WHAT: Local disaster continues to be a disaster.
WARNINGS: mild body horror stuff if you take the hole eye prompt, otherwise just G for Giant Weirdo
A. too goth to live, too goth to die
[Here stands Howard. Here stands Howard outside of Hot Topic. That sentence alone should be enough for your character to turn around and go the other direction, but Howard looks morose enough to possibly draw one's interest. He stares at the bag in his hands, mouth creased into a concerned frown.]
[If he notices someone watching, he'll stare before he speaks up in an uncertain tone of voice:]
Uh. Do me a favor, please. Do you think this suits me...?
[He pulls out the t-shirt he just bought from the bag. Uh. Yeah. Good taste there.]
B. the (lack of) eyes have it
[Howard has been wearing sunglasses on and off for a while now even to what few history classes he's forced to teach at the university - the students will notice that he's become far more withdrawn, even unwilling to stay after to answer questions. Overall, he's become more of a hermit than usual, shying away from crowded places as much as he can. Still, he has to go out sometimes, hopefully without running into too many people...]
[Except today must be his lucky day, because he's too busy tapping away on his phone to watch where he's going - he bumps right into the other pedestrian, sunglasses flying off his face and clattering onto the ground.]
[If the other person saw it, they might realize that his eyes are...simply not there. There are just big, wide, empty holes where they once were.]
Ugh, watch where you're going...!
[He stiffens, realizing his sunglasses are gone - he lifts his arm to cover his face. Oh no. Ohhh no. His tone instantly goes from annoyed to clearly distressed.]
Could you...could you pick my sunglasses? Please? You...you didn't see anything.
C. who was the smart guy that decided a clown as a franchise mascot was a good idea
[Usually Howard makes a point to not be engaged in the general going-ons in Recolle, but even the weird vending machines that have been popping up every now and then have piqued his curiosity. He finally decides to go check one out, though...]
Uh...why does this vending machine sell lockpicks? Machine gun ammo....? Does anyone actually use these things....?
[He just gapes at the listing, even raising his hand as if to rub at his eyes in disbelief, though he decides at the last minute to just rub at his forehead instead.]
Crossbow tranquilizer ammo...? Is that even a thing?
D. in a bit of a tangle
[So you know how Howard has this abnormally long wavy black hair that makes him look like some kind of emo edgy version of Rapunzel? Well, a lot of hair like that isn't exactly easy to deal with.]
[The day is especially windy, and he was walking by a pine tree, and....]
[Well. He's stuck. He jerks away from the tree, except there's a very large tangle in one of the branches and he just gets pulled back, eyes wide like he's a cat stuck up somewhere it can't jump down from.]
...Please help.
[Will your character save the day? Or just laugh at this long-haired loser?]
E. WILDCARD
[Howard is just generally being a miserably moping goth man all over town, one can find him sleeping in odd places, petting cats, attending the local bar and being nihilistic about life and the universe, etc. Hit me up @vampirize on plurk if you want to plot something! Or just throw a prompt at me, I'm down for anything!]