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[OPEN] April Catch All!!

WHO: Elda Marker and you!!
WHERE: Viea Village around her house, Bosuma, Respatrum, other parts of Recollé
WHEN: All over the month, though the prompts would be focused on like the 10th onward-ish? It's important to note night or day though! The Bosuma one is probably much later in the month.
WHAT: Elda's house has been replaced and then later on she reverts in memory to being a proper vampire if anyone wants to deal with that!
WARNINGS: Please hit up these permissions if you tag in though! In the fourth prompt (the Bosuma one) she'll try to attack people for blood (it won't kill them!) potentially and if people manage to have civil conversation, genocide might come up.

1: Ticketed Mail (Recollé City Prompt from event log)
[ Elda Marker goes out to get her mail this afternoon and... Well. Honestly she's not used to seeing mail in there these days it's just this thing she does in the late afternoon, pretending that her life can still be normal even as she needs to wear a wide brim hat and a parasol just to make it to the end of the driveway without breaking out in hives from the sunlight. That said, she does make it and finds...

A ticket. For in front of the Wiffle-Waffle, the mailbox? ... Well. I guess it's sure time for challenge accepted! She sets out in the late afternoon such that while the sun is still out, she'll make it back in time for making dinner for Toushiro and the sun not totally killing her. The thing is-

She does not expect biting envelopes of teeth on the air coming towards her. Or mountains of packages. As it turns out, her car is blocked by a pileup. So the rest of this quest? She'll have to be on foot! Will you be her stalwart companion? Will you be someone else she runs into who has their own quest? Let's survive. ]

2. Well that's... a house.

Oh hell.

[ Is what Elda Marker says when she makes it back to her manor in Viea Village. Or well, where it once was. If you're in the area, you might now notice that there's a new somewhat large forested hill right smack dab in the middle of a wealthy area of the residential district. There's a road that goes up the side of the hill at least! But ... it sure is dark, spooky, and a big-ish (maybe 50 meters in diameter and 20ish tall, plus trees) hill that is now here in a residential district with a new road leading up/around it to get to side streets and...

Maybe you're getting lost on the winding road up because you're curious? Maybe you see her? Either way, at the top of the universal-displaced Sekima Hill. But at the top of the hill is ... one house. Well, one manor. And it suits the vibe a lot here on top of the hill. Fortunately, all of Elda's furniture was put into the new house, but the electric is turned off for some reason and... well, stuff needs to be moved around.

... So you might also be following a Help Wanted sign she posted for people to hell with that. ]

3. Desiigner Shopping (Respatrum prompt from the event log)
[ So a whole new manor and while it's furnished with much of what she had around before, it's bigger and demands some more fineries. So let's just. Shop for new items. Some of which she does in the city - Towers, etc - but some of which... well. Respatrum's been good for her finding various set pieces and designer goods in the last month or two, so she's going there now defiantly.

... Which involves her climbing that later in the middle of the night, or at least after sunset. There's no way she could in the sun. Hope nothing she buys is possessed! Or nothing possesses her once she's there! Or you don't happen to be possessed with her! All of that would be awkward. ]

4. What's in a name? (Bosuma prompt from the event log)
[ Why is she out in Bosuma?

... Honestly, the reason is lost to her. Lost with the rest of her memories when she ventures too far inside. She takes the deal to fill in the holes of her memories, but the end result just leaves her confused about a few things. Why do her senses feel so dull? Why was she out during the day? And how dare this witch give her his challenge?

It was asking her to interact with humans. (actually it was demanding more than that, but... no.)

Well, first things first, she was going to get back to the city (... what was its name again? None of this was familiar?) and - well, she's not sure why she feels to groggy, but first things first, she needs to eat. So she'll be actively stalking out for someone who matches her blood type to get them. Silently, callously.

(feel free to notice her while she's doing that, either to you or someone else. Note that I don't want her to bite and get the blood of some NPC so that'll be a PC or not at all, I'm okay with both ways! Please note replying to this doesn't necessarily mean you have to lose blood because in fact she needs to resolve things peacefully to get her name back) ]

5. Wildcard
[ I'm more than open to play anything else with you guys!! She'd have every reason to go to Pesgare or Magatus as well and I'm more than down to work out more specific prompts with people. Contact me (

bigdamnhero) or just hit me up with something if you have an idea ]

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[ he looks up where she's gesturing and realizes that maybe he should look above him and not be so air-headed at all times.

that's right. up until now, he never noticed. but he nods in agreement before turning to see elda opening her parasol. is the sun really that bright...? ]

Sensitive to the sun?

Like you wouldn't believe, these days.

[ She says, seemingly in good humor. But it's a self-depreciating humor, one which sees her opening the thing, spinning it, and sighing. God, she feels like such an old damsel to have this thing. ]

Yeah, sometimes it happens.

[ for a moment, he wonders if it's something that's given to her by the app. but then he remembers that there's a such thing as a sun allergy and thinks that maybe that's just it, and shrugs it off. ]

If I had known the mail was gonna come back like this, I wish it had stayed away.

Golly, don't say that! I don't have any family out of the city, really, but other people do.

[ She shakes her head, heading down the block to hope for a new route. Man, even here, some envelopes are blowing past like tumbleweeds. The mail is chaotic. Is there even this much mail that is sent in that time... ]

Ah.

[ he spoke out of place. ashamed of himself, he turns away, the tips of his ears turning a bit red as proof. other than that, he doesn't look much different. ]

You're right, I'm sorry. I just happened to struggle with some of the mail that belonged to a friend. After a day or so they grew teeth and I got used as their chew toy.

Well, I never said it was fun or easy!

[ Teeth??? She hopes none of these grow teeth...

They might grow teeth.

All the same, though, as she - okay there's definitely some skittering going on over there. ]

Teeth though? Wow, you've got it rough.

Yeah, teeth.

[ it's difficult to forget about them when they're still locked in a spare room in oda's apartment, rampaging around. he's certain that he's going to have to fix everything once that's done and over with.

he eyes the ones skittering around and wonders if they're going to have to break into a run. hopefully not. ]

Maybe if we ignore them they won't follow us.

Like dogs, where they get more aggressive when you make eye contact?

[ . . . Not that there's ... eyes here. But there's skittering letters and that's.

Err. ]

Yeah. They probably smell fear or something.

[ there's some boxes that are joining the letters and odasaku can't help but look back a bit nervously.

ah. some are following them. ]

Have you ever been followed by mail?

If they can smell fear don't look back!

[ She scolds him!! His blood seems okay but... Mmmmrrrr ]

Not this literally.

Okay.

[ he faces forward again after practically being yelled at, noting how he feels like a child that's been scolded by their mother. although he guesses that it could be worse. ]

Well, as long as it doesn't end up being like something out of a horror movie...

[ I mean she's a 41 year old mother of two. You... well, it's inevitable she makes people feel like that. Still, a horror movie might be a good idea. Because those slinking letters behind them, their teeth jitter and scape on the ground. Their "mouths" open, letting out the first sentence of the letter at a time, like some ghostly chorus.

Dear Mary,

To whom it concerns,

Who would have thought things like that could be spooky?

But they are getting closer... ever closer... ]

[ well if it wasn't absolutely terrifying before, it definitely is now. the chorus of mail is approaching them with urgency, as if desperate for their owner to acknowledge them.

he turns to elda, his expression surprisingly deadpan still. ]

Can you run?

Yeah, yeah. I'm the last person you need to worry about.

[ Smirking, she's mostly showing some bravado. Does this man not know...? Well, she supposes in a city this size, she's not a universal figure or anything. Still, she doesn't quite pick up the pace just yet, instead allowing him to act first if he wants.

... Mostly so she can determine if she needs to pick him up and run. ]

Alright. Give me your hand.

[ no, he doesn't know. partially because he checks the retrospec app maybe once a day at most and because his socialization skills are on par with a hermit crab. but even if he did he'd have a hard time believing that someone with such a fragile figure is that strong.

so he takes her by whichever hand that isn't holding the parasol (even if she doesn't offer it; he doesn't want to leave her behind) and breaks into a run. ]

[ . . . Oh man, a young man like him is offering her a hand? She gets a broader smile at that, gripping the parasol a little tighter and, yes, she does take his hand with her free one. Here's the odd thing about her running though: she does easily keep pace with him (in fact, she might be able to go faster) but she's also really short and as such her legs aren't that long. So her running involves a little of little leaps in order to keep up.

Which is good?

Because the minute they start to run the wailing letters gnash their teeth and start to follow them in a floating, tremendous wave!! ]

[ strangely enough, oda doesn't seem to be paying attention to the wave of letters and packages but more on elda. he makes sure that she's keeping up his pace (and thank whatever deity is above that she does). the last thing he wants is for her to end up covered in paper cuts!

well, at least it's only 2 blocks and that he exercises regularly. but still, it feels like forever before the wiffle-waffle comes to view. ]

Just a little more!

[ You'd normally call that "for the best" but in this instance, it means her glance back is what allows her to see - well, they have been going the long way around that package mountain, but it seems the mountain had other plans. Some large box, one which probably was shipping a fridge or something, is lumbering towards them, having fused some other smaller packages to it to reinforce its arms.

It's now some sort of rock'em sock'em package.

And...

It's gaining too fast for this pace.

She thus tuts and- ]

Hold tight!

[ This is going to make her break out in hives, but she drops the parasol (quickly devoured or at least bit at by the letters) and then makes in the midst of their run to grab hold of Oda, throw the much taller man over her shoulders like a sac of potatoes, and then plant her feet for a thirty or so foot leap forward, something she repeats, moving them super quickly to the last bit of distance to the waffle house. ]

[ maybe odasaku is far too surprised to scream when he's picked up like a sack over the woman's shoulder and instead watches the wave of letters and packages in shock as they jump much higher in the air than any normal human should be able to. he doesn't even struggle in her arms-- she might as well be carrying a sack of potatoes.

only once they're inside the waffle house does oda come back to focus, his gaze switching slowly between the outside and elda. ]

Thank you...

No problem!

[ She'll set him down in here, but... ]

I still need to get back at the mailbox out there-

[ Which is... not going to be easy, what with that wave of letters and packages crashing into the glass door of the waffle house? Hopefully it doesn't buckle in? ]

I...

[ he seems to be more focused on the wave of letters and packages, almost a bit worried about the glass door cracking-- but it seems to be holding up pretty well. almost as if the waffle house was built for it. ]

I guess we can just sit here and wait. [ a pause. ] I'm sorry about your parasol.

Eeeh, I'll live.

[ That said, it's too bright here by the window. Her skin is hurting a bit. Hissing, the scooches back a bit and looks at the door before making to yank him towards a more shadowed booth. Ugh, too many windows... ]

We'll watch the door. Or well, I will. I guess you don't need to stay.

[ okay, odasaku may be stupid, but he's not blind. he notices the way she hisses and finds it uncannily similar to a certain creature he's read about more than a couple times in fiction novels.

vampires.

if that's the case, then it would explain her "sensitivity to the sun" and why she's edging away from the light as far as possible. and, because of his incompetence, she lost her parasol, which was probably protecting her. the least he can do is return the favor.

so he'll use his height in order to block out some of the light that filters through, standing right in front of elda. ]

Is that good enough? Or do you need me to move more to the side?

[ Oh, he noticed.

He both noticed... and is staying. Her cheeks color a little and she shakes her head as they settle in. ]

N-no, no... this is fine.

Got it.

[ odasaku seems absolutely unaware of how her cheeks turn pink, instead turning to look at the dwindling wave of mail. ]

It seems they're giving up. [ a pause. ] I'm sorry you lost your parasol because of me.

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