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[morns]

🧙 WHO: kate (morns), izumi (currysseur) and century egg (fellsound) & maybe you?
⚔️️ WHAT: catchall for January! bodyswap shenans, eggsitting, calendar selling and other things i haven't decided on yet.
🕒 WHEN: all through January
🗺️ WHERE: throughout Avalon
⚠️ WARNINGS: calendars be frisky, my dude.


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kate.

[morns]

bodyswapping / open.

[morns]

( nope. she doesn't think she'll ever get used to this. she's had at least a night to sleep on it, enough time to grab comfortable clothes (read: boxer briefs and skinny jeans) from a shop and start going about things, but it all feels wrong.

her limbs are too long. there's bits that should be there which aren't, and bits which definitely shouldn't that are. she has to sweep Manslayer's hair back out of his eyes to feel like she can see properly.

which she can now do without contacts, which is weird enough in its own right.

those who frequent the rooftops or coffee shops of Avalon will easily run into Izō's face, though it currently doesn't belong to him. the observant might draw conclusions from the use of kinetic magic or the insistence on black coffee, nothing added, to figure out the current owner of the body. (that and the insistence on body hugging clothing. it's easier to move around in!)

but for those who don't, they might run into an unfamiliar man at the stables taking care of a chestnut horse that Kate's been looking after since the stone giant fight, or otherwise in a field practicing with either a bedazzled gun or a quarterstaff. while they don't look completely unfamiliar with the weapon used, there's something... off.

like they're trying to compensate for sudden added height or something.

who knows. )

[amakakeru]

[ Seeing Izō fight with something other than a sword is a strange sight indeed. Seeing him outside of his favored kimono and hakama is also very strange. Ryouma knows what's going on (of course he does), but it doesn't make it any weirder to deal with.

He smiles warmly as he approaches, giving a friendly wave. At least he didn't call out Izō's name like he wanted to... ]

Are you managing alright? Do you want someone to practice against?

[ Not that he has a training sword to work with. He can still fight barehanded; judo was a part of his swordsmanship training. ]

[morns]

( thankfully, Izō is a fighter. probably a better one than she is, if she's honest. it helps, because at least his muscles have some idea of how weapons work, even if this isn't the usual fare.

if she was starting from scratch, this would be much more painful. as it is, she feels no exhaustion or unusual levels of exertion as she moves through the motions. it's just—

well, he's taller. and that makes everything feel... off. she probably needs a longer staff for this body, which is annoying.

Rider comes into view just as she finishes sweeping the staff down in an arc, and she's glad for the momentary reprieve at least.

sorry, Manslayer, but she isn't going to be trying for any Best Actor awards during this, regardless of whether Rider knows the situation. he might, since they seem to be joined at the hip. )

... Sure. Why not?

( she rolls shoulders that are too broad in a shrug. )

How d'ya wanna do this?

( she can keep the staff, or try some hand to hand stuff. that might be interesting. or a disaster. one of the two. )

[amakakeru]

[ He is well aware of the situation, for better or worse. That just comes with the territory when you live together. It was quite a surprise to see Kate rummaging through Izō's things, so the confusion had to be cleared up quickly before things got even weirder.

Inspiration strikes as he walks a bit closer. One of the trees bordering the field has a low enough branch he can grab. It's thick enough to stand in for a bokken...Better than trying to sharpen his bare-handed skills. Kate will get a better workout if he's armed. Ryouma breaks it off close to the trunk and peels the smaller branches away.

Satisfied with his makeshift training sword, he takes a moment to remove his jacket and weapons belt and roll up his sleeves. It's cold, but he'd rather have the extra range of motion. He approaches her again, lowering himself into a stance. ]

I don't know how long this will hold up, but...Come at me with that staff.

izumi.

[currysseur]

calendar sales.

[currysseur]

( there's a table outside Kaika theatre.

for anyone who has been here enough, that might not be that unusual in and of itself. Kaika has used fundraisers since the beginning, and offered out spare food once the refugee crisis hit.

but this is different. for one thing, there's no food on this table. there's simply displays showing off a specific, charity calendar. for another, Izumi is stopping as many people as possible in her attempt to sell them. )

Do you need a calendar? Come get the charity calendar, all proceeds to help the refugees!

( if you're curious enough, you'll notice that the calendar also features some Kaika actors! )

[corpsewarblade]

[The theatre, huh...Mukuro had been meaning to stop by here, but each time, she'd talked herself out of it. Today, however, she was stopped by a person trying to sell her a calendar.]

Oh, um- yeah, sure! You said it's for a good cause, right?

[...She'd not yet noticed the content of said calendar of course.]

[currysseur]

( ah, an unfamiliar face! Izumi assumes this girl to be a passer by, but if she's willing to stop and check out the calendar, that's all the better. )

Uh-huh. It's going to help the people of Lestari and Celliwig.

( and... she's just gonna flick open a calendar, deftly averting her eyes from the details until she sees the familiar heads of her boys. )

And please check out our actors in their own photo.

( it is... a little more sensual than the usual fanservice fair she's used to, but they look good. )

[arf]

Director-sensei! I'll take 15!

[ HE CAN SELL AT LEAST 15 RIGHT?! PROBABLY!? ]

[currysseur]

( YES THEY CAN DO IT! she's more than glad to offload a bundle of calendars to Taichi. perhaps more than the fifteen he asks for. )

Here you go! ( go forth and sell. ) Maybe you could try selling in another part of town...

( divide and conquer in the name of Kaika supremacy. )

[revile]

What's the progress with sales right now?

[ Of course that's the only thing he cares about. Or at least audibly cares about. He's got two to-go cups in each hand, and Sakyo puts down one of the extra cups onto the table. ]

Here. Its just regular coffee. Drink it while its still hot.

[currysseur]

( well there's a decent dent in the number of calendars she started the day with. some of that is due to offloading on Taichi, but plenty of it is her own good fashioned sales technique.

(read: being too cute to resist) )

Pretty good! I think we might be able to sell all of these soon enough!

( she doesn't want to hope too much, but given that she's got a few hours yet, tomorrow isn't unlikely.

but first? first there's coffee, and Sakyo's thoughtfulness gets a Smile. yes, capital S smile, where her whole face lights up with warmth and gratitude. ) Aye aye! ( ssssip ) ... Thank you, Sakyo-san. It's great!

[nightwriter]

[Tsuzuru walked up to the table and looked over at the calendars.]

Hey Izumi-san, how are the calendars doing?

[He may be a little self conscious about how he looked in it. Sure, he didn't mind doing it for charity or to help raise money for the theater still he didn't think he would have to pose with his shirt off! He picked Luke from The Clockwork Heart while holding his signature flower. He's no Omi or Azuma, still he hoped he looked good.]

[currysseur]

( personally, Izumi thinks they all look charming. it's a bit weird to be selling something this fanservicey, but that's just because the usual theatre merch is a bit more "ideal boyfriend" and less "ideal, uh, fantasy". )

Good! I think we can sell all of these in the next couple of days.

( that said, she's been standing here all day without a break, even going so far as to eat lunch while standing at her booth. her smile, though genuine, is tinged with the obvious traces of exhaustion and she leans against the booth to shake some of the ache out of her legs. )

Do you want to help?

( it might be good to have one of the stars of the calendar out there. :3 )

[nightwriter]

[If it wasn't for the theater, Tsuzuru would have politely declined to be part of the project. However, between Taichi's puppy dog eyes and Izumi asking him to do it he couldn't find an excuse to get out of it. He didn't expect the pictures to be quite this risky. Was that really him? He looked at the pictures for a little while before he looked away. He didn't think he would look like that! Still, he's glad he was able to do his part for the theater.]

That's good.

[Tsuzuru noticed her tired smile. He quickly walked behind the booth and gestured to the chair.]

I do! You can take a break I'll work the booth for awhile.

century egg.

[fellsound]

eggsitting.

[fellsound]

( it perhaps shouldn't be surprising that Century Egg ends up with not just one, but three eggs crowding around him in the morning, all of them waddling and following each step he makes.

which is weird, but he lets them follow him, walking through the city with a small chain of eggs snapping at his heels.

it isn't until one of them starts crying — and the others follow suit — that he seems to pay attention, looking down at them blankly. )

... Is... something wrong?

( hopefully a kind passerby can explain, because the eggs sure can't. )

[colchismagecraft]

[That...almost sounded like a baby's cry.

Caster was out in town running errands when she heard it, and despite every instinct telling her that no, she was just going to prove her myth right that she's an awful mother, she made her way over to where a tall man was dealing with three crying- eggs?

Those were eggs, weren't they? And yet, she still felt some degree of maternal instinct over the strange things.

Don't mind a creepy evil witch approaching to take a look.]

They might be frightened. Try picking them up and see if it settles them.

...May I?

[fellsound]

( they are definitely eggs. and while they were odd, they were fine until now. he's not sure why they're upset now, or what to do about it.

(but this is a Food Soul who still, occasionally, needs to be reminded that he himself has to eat. so let's not expect too much.)

while there's a glimmer of surprise at the woman's approach, he doesn't startle at her appearance. he's seen stranger things. and the cape kind of reminds him of the robe Cordyceps wore back in the village. )

... Okay.

( he listens well enough to crouch down and scoop up an egg in one hand, soon finding a second fussing to also come up, scrambling up the sleeves of his top and perching on his shoulders.

oh. )

🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚

[tsumtsuki]

[ Tsumugi didn't mean to stop and stare at Century Egg. But it really was a strange sight, seeing a bunch of colorful eggs trailing behind him. ... Strange, but also kinda cute.

The crying is decidedly less cute. And though he really doesn't know what he's getting himself into, he's quick to try and offer his help. ]

Did something happen? [ He squats next to the wailing eggs, giving them a general look-over despite not really knowing what to look for. He lacked experience with babies last month while babysitting for Mazoe, and absolutely nothing he learned from that is going to transfer over because these are eggs. ] They don't look hurt...

egg lads 🥺

[fellsound]

( if they weren't colourful, it might make some amount of sense. back home, it wasn't unheard of for Food Souls to carry little spirited companions with them. ducklings, dumplings, pastry lions...

okay, so maybe it'd make sense on Tierra even with the bright colours. )

I don't know... ( he didn't hear anything that sounded like falling, or cracking. there's no reason they should be crying, right?

what else makes small things cry? he doesn't exactly have experience to fall back on to give him ideas but... don't baby birds cry out when they're hungry? )

Um... do they eat?

( they have no mouths. probably not, right? )

red wine /

[fellsound]

( when everyone goes to bed, Century Egg isn't tired. so, he spends the evening cleaning things, quietly padding around the downstairs area and wiling away the hours until he finally sits down on the stairs holding a broom

and passes the fuck out.

he doesn't collapse. in fact, he stays sitting perfectly upright, eyes open, and dozes through the sunrise, through the first sounds of someone in the household waking up. )

[judgementor]

[Red Wine is fairly used to Century Egg staying up after he and Bailey have decided to go to bed. Sometimes he'll listen to the sounds of the other Food Soul puttering around the house until he falls asleep.

He wakes up early - earlier than he'd like - but his mortal body's needs force him out of bed and he pads sleepily down the stairs with his stomach quietly grumbling for the promise of breakfast.

How he doesn't notice Century Egg sitting there is a mystery. Perhaps it's simply by virtue of his morning grogginess and not expecting him to be there at all. His shin collides with the other Food Soul's back and he yelps, suddenly very much wide awake, and slips down the last two steps before landing heavily at the bottom.]

[fellsound]

( the problem with being what they are — or were, as the case may be — are those old instincts that require wakefulness at an instant, to be up and ready to fight before brains have even fully registered what's going on.

(or perhaps that's just Century Egg's mind trailing back to old nightmarish thoughts. the details — names, faces, voices — long since eroded by time, but the themes remaining the same. caught unawares, dragged into chains and left in the dark.)

suffice to say, as Red Wine's leg so much as brushes Century Egg's body, his instincts kick in, grabbing blindly at the body behind him, but with sleep still so heavy in his limbs, he can't move quickly enough to prevent himself going skidding down the steps with Red Wine, ending up in a pile next to him rather than... well. anything else that could have happened. )

...Mmph?

( oh.

he fell asleep. huh. how about that. )