august catch-all

[parodeity]

WHO: Dave Strider & OTHER PEOPLE
WHERE: many places
WHEN: everywhen
WHAT: shenanigans
WARNINGS: dave swears sometimes as per usual

OPEN: PUMPKINS

[ so on the 3rd dave goes out and does a thing with some people and comes back and Lo And Behold, there are now pumpkins in the garden! ...almost. not quite. you can find him planting the magic seed in the gardens (why) on the 4th and about a week after that pumpkins will be a thing.

they have color. this is fantastic and great, obviously.

dave can be found in the middle of august twirling a knife and looking at some of the pumpkins contemplatively. while you can catch him at any of the above times, if you catch him in the middle of the month he'll say: ]

You know, I've never carved a pumpkin before.

OPEN: CAPTCHAROIDS

[ early on in the month dave will be carrying around his captcharoid camera for some godforsaken reason, and will occasionally pause to snap a picture of, like. you, your house, whatever you're doing, a flower...

it produces an instant picture every time, and he'll offer the thing to whoever you are. there's a captcha code on the back of every card, it's fascinating and dumb. don't you want it?

later in the month he'll have his actual camera, rescued last month. there's no instant photos here and he's a little less casual about it, being picky with his shots because film is a limited thing and he's careful with it. if you catch him then: ]

You know what ribbons would help? Ribbons that spat out film every week. [ he sounds vaguely rueful. ]

WILDCARD

[ if you'd just like to throw something at me, go for it! otherwise feel free to pm me or ping me on plurk for a specific prompt tailored for you if you'd prefer me to write you a starter. i'll respond to any starters left here, however! i will also be putting quests in here later in the month once we get them.

AS A NOTE: if your character thinks of dave as close cr and you didn't fill it out last month, please fill out a lost memory here for my record-keeping purposes! as per death rules, all close cr loses one memory of dave at the time of his death. thank you! ]

Comments

[parodeity]

It's Dave, dude, full name and all.

[ he veers left.

he keeps swinging his arms up like that, and the moss dislodges!

possibly on one of their faces. ]

[messianic]

[...

Look.

Minato was content to veer left.

But.

Also, naturally, he's the one who gets the moss to the face. To his credit, he doesn't make a noise, but he does flail a little as he reaches for it. It's stuck to his fringe of hair....and his face....and now his hand...

Aaaah.]

[unfatalist]

Oh, for —

[NO WONDER HE CAME OUT HERE WITH THESE TWO, look at the disaster we have become already. Luckily, he's smart enough not to just run over and touch it himself, from trying to help, lest they all end up stuck together even more.]

Don't pull on it, it'll make it worse. Someone watch for our tagalong, will you please.

[Meanwhile, time to fuss!!]

[parodeity]

...I can do that!

[ you know to make up for his MOSS SINS now that he's free of the moss... ]

Sorry, Minato.

[ he sounds sheepish at least? ]

[messianic]

It's okay...

[Minato will just stay very, very still for Ignis then, thanks.

He doesn't want to be mossy for the rest of his life, he has so many things to live for in a non-moss'd state.

Help him, Mom Ignis.]

[unfatalist]

Let's see, then.

[He steps closer, examining the moss, scrutinizing how it's sticking.]

...Dave, among the myriad of useful things you keep in your Armig— in your...personal holding space, would you happen to have any personal care products? Conditioner or hand cream, possibly?

[parodeity]

I have some soap? [ he comes up with apple scented soap from the toiletries mission, and hands it over. ] That work?

[messianic]

[Yeah, Minato's just going to stand here as stoically as he can (which, all things considered, is pretty stoic, because that's what he Does), but there's a bit of a plaintive cast to his expression even so.

Pls save him, Momnis.]

[unfatalist]

It's worth a shot, at least.

[He digs around in his pocket for a handkerchief,, then empties a little bit of the soap onto it and rubs it so that it'll soak in a bit, rather than moving around or spilling.

Then, starting with Minato's hand because it's probably the safest place to attempt, he wraps the soapy fabric around the base of his fingers and starts dragging them upward toward where the moss is sticking, hoping to neutralize some of the natural adhesive with the offset of the soap.]

Wiggle your fingers, please? As best you can.

[by the way YOU ARE BEING STALKED BY A FOREST CREATURE right now FOR GOD'S SAKE]

[parodeity]

[ yeah dave is just like. keeping an eye out for this - ]

Hey. Most plants don't move and have eyes, right.

[ why is he bothering to ask ]

[messianic]

[And obediently!! Minato wiggles his fingers, and the good news is that Ignis' efforts seem to be just the ticket; it's pretty easily scraped off of his fingers now that the stickiness is being quickly neutralized by that soap. Nice.

On the other hand...

It's through great effort of will that Minato does not immediately turn and ruin Ignis' work/get more sticky moss on himself when Dave says that.]

... Is it right there? Right behind us?

[unfatalist]

Some plants both move and have eyes; those ones typically come with acidic breath that could melt a small car.

[THAT'S COMFORTING.]

...Is it a plant following us?

[parodeity]

Yeah. It kinda looks like a first-gen Pokemon reject.

[ this is not a helpful description for ignis, probably.

it might help minato??? ]

[messianic]

[Yeah, he has a pretty good idea of what that would look like.

Thanks for the description, Dave.]

Mm... a grass type, huh?

[Not the time, boys. He suddenly processes what Ignis said, looking back askance at him.]

... Wait, acidic breath?

[unfatalist]

Citations to pop culture references, please.

[Is it obvious that he is fairly familiar with that sort of thing? He is friends with Noctis and Prompto. It's hard for moms to get with the times, sometimes.]

A malboro is a large tentacled creature that's mostly mouth. Its breath is notoriously bad — and also highly dangerous for its acidic or poisonous properties.

[parodeity]

Uh...I don't think it's one of those, since it has more than just a mouth, but it could maybe have poison abili...I think it's waving at me.

[ there's a long pause.

dave...

waves back, failing to supply the pop culture references. ]

[messianic]

[... Uh.]

I'm glad it's not one of those, then... that sounds miserable.

[Sorry, Ignis, the pop culture references are fading away in the face of this far more important thing.]

What, really?

[Okay, now he's finally turning to look. H....huh.......]

[unfatalist]

Stand back, the both of you, a bit of fire ought to —

[As he says it, he's automatically reaching into the Armiger for a magic flask, which appears in his hand and looks to be about the size of a softball — but he falls still mid-turn as he's coming around to take aim at their foe, because it...sure does appear to be waving, yes.]

...Hm.

[I mean he's not putting the Firaga down but he's also not throwing it either.]

It does seem to be waving, doesn't it.

[parodeity]

I'm gonna see what it wants.

[ DAVE SAYS, LIKE THIS IS AT ALL REASONABLE, traipsing off towards the clearly non-suspicious plant monster with his hands in his pockets.

you know, as you do.

this is absolutely the sort of thing you should not do but he's doing it! anyway! ]

[messianic]

[..... Well, if even Ignis thinks so...]

Don't get eaten, Dave.

[THAT'S MINATO'S HELPFUL CONTRIBUTION... as he slowly lifts a still-soap covered hand to try to rub it on the moss in his hair to get rid of it, because ick.

(Ignis has like. Literal fire prepared if something goes wrong, so he's not too concerned.)]

[unfatalist]

If it opens its mouth and looks as though it's about to spit at you, dive to the left, and I'll let fly with my spell.

[This is helping. Teamwork. We are all doing so well at this.]

[parodeity]

I will have you know I have only gotten eaten once here so far!

[ is.

is that meant to be comforting?

but dave is strolling up to the Plant Monster Friend (?) and just kind of tries to figure out...how you talk to one...

he settles for giving it the Nod. ] Yo.

[ ...

the plant monster nods back.

diplomacy is in progress maybe, or the plant monster is just like "??? ok" ]

[messianic]

[Diplomacy is...happening? Minato would usually say something about that very not reassuring statement from Dave, but Ignis' words are reassuring, and also.

Plant Monster Friend diplomacy.

So.

Minato just kind of tilts his head.]

... Well, it's not attacking yet. Maybe it's...friendly? Or it wants to send us on a quest or something.

[RPG rules.]

[unfatalist]

No one is going to be eaten today, thank you very much.

[Read: NOT ON IGNIS'S WATCH, Y'ALL'RE NOT.]

It seems as though it might be imitating you, rather than properly understanding you. Try something besides waving, and see if it copies that as well.

[parodeity]

[ dave nods and then...does...a spin and a slide. why is he dancing.

the plant monster seems to consider that and just...waggles its tentacles again, this time more insistently at dave's pockets? ]

What? [ obligingly he empties them, coming up with some herbs. ] Uh...

[ the tentacle gesturing clearly indicates it wants the goods. ]