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( march | open / catch-all )

🧙 WHO: Tamaki Suoh
⚔️️ WHAT: Quests, March event threads, open prompts, (potential) closed prompts
🕒 WHEN: Throughout March
🗺️ WHERE: Various
⚠️ WARNINGS: Will be added as they become relevant

Sir Fuzzlerton the Cad

❰ taking a trip to a cafe? you don't have to ask tamaki twice -- and then getting paid for it on top of that; it's definitely a win-win situation.

does he know what this royal rabbit looks like? absolutely not. does he pride himself on having a sixth sense for things royal, quality and of class? absolutely. is 'fuzzlerton' an awful name and the 'r' should be dropped for better flow? no comment.

at the first bunny cafe, tamaki's taken part in a cuppa before getting started on sorting out the bunnies. he wanted to spend some of the time luxuriating in the experience -- as much as one can when these aren't the most upper class of digs -- but there's a sense of nostalgia that hits him as he kneels on the floor, rabbits parting way for his form but some hanging around close enough to be scratched behind the ears. they're refreshing, but strike more of a personal nerve. ❱

You're certainly not royalty. ❰ he gently picks up a bunny under the forearms, inspecting it before holding it close, getting comfortable enough on the floor that the rabbits slowly come back. his legs are now simply roadblocks to hop over, as far as they're concerned. ❱ But you're still rather cute.

❰ it's quite a soothing scene, but you might not have seen someone hold a cute bunny but look so sad, even if in a far-off way. ❱

Farmers-R-Us

❰ tamaki is not at all accustomed to hard labor. before going to karuizawa, which is where for the first time in his life he'd ever lifted a hammer, he'd not even completed an outside chore before. but! tamaki is someone committed to projects. he's willing to help, even if what he has to offer isn't exactly of the highest quality. that's not in his mind; the presence of extra hands is enough.

he is, however, a bit put off when he discovers just how manual of labor this is. cutting hay...manually? don't they have machines for this? cutters, balers? it's not just a process where you press a button or put your foot on a gas pedal?

in tamaki fashion, he's not at all actually clued into what he's doing, technically. he's been given a scythe -- dangerous -- and is haphazardly whacking at a clump of tall hay. things are happening, stands are flying off. that's good right? in his mind, he's basically an expert at this. his shoulders and arms are tired, but hey. not as bad as they said it would be.

but. in between his flailing wildly with the scythe, which is the most noticeably a cause of concern, tamaki is also unknowingly getting very close to hacking at a pixie nest about a foot deeper into the hay. ❱

▶ CAPITALISM IN ACTION

❰ now that tamaki has it in his head to sell his alchemized tea drinks, he's discovered a cost effective bottling system to get things started -- doing it himself! through alchemy! what a genius he truly is.

the art of memorizing sigils is actually quite natural for him. as much as he can be an airhead and act a fool, tamaki is quite booksmart. keeping these in his memory is about as any other school fact, knowledge of artists and luxury goods...when you're rich, if you don't have a mind like a steel trap, getting a fact or association wrong is a disaster.

the problem isn't the memorization, as much as it is the execution. this is why tamaki has been on the beaches of albion's white cliffs for a few hours now. he's dressed commonly, wearing a pair of simple breeches and a white cotton shirt. the sun might actually be reddening his skin somewhat, thanks to the lack of high quality sunscreen in camelot. normally he'd simply stay out of the way of the harmful rays, but the act of turning sand to glass is one that is requiring a lot of concentration -- and therein lies the problem.

see, tamaki is surrounded by hundreds of failures. some are simple chunks of glass, others are forms that aren't entirely...shapeless. his familiar, mothman, is proving to be useful and broadcasting the sigil to make the magic happen, but the sand bubbling upward into the air hardens and never turns into a bottle. a test tube is the closest he's come.

if you approach him without breaking his concentration, the look on his face alludes to some form of success. the mass of sand is bigger than the others, and forming a shape not unlike what he's looking for. a few more seconds of formation and suddenly it's revealed--!!

a wine glass. the biggest slap to the face. tamaki stands up with a leap and throws it further than a quarterback has ever spiraled a football on record. ❱

I DON'T EVEN HAVE ANY WINE, YOU FOOL! MY TEA CAN'T BE CONSUMED IN A CLASSY VESSEL! ❰ mothman thinks the whole thing is quite hilarious, which is probably why tamaki thinks it's the fault of that thing, and not his own doing. ❱

▶ THE MOTHMAN THIEVERY

❰ being burdened with a familiar he considers to be unsightly, tamaki only calls forth mothman when it's of the utmost importance. because they're utilized so little, mothman gets quite bored doing nothing outside of...whatever familiars are supposed to do when they aren't presently available.

despite their charge not having much love in his heart for them, they do have a certain objective in mind at all times: help tamaki, protect tamaki. mothman knows more about the bougie teen than he realizes, and one consistent sore point is that tamaki has been removed from the lap of luxury and plopped into a medieval mish-mash of a world.

today, at the shared hotel, mothman has decided to go on a mission to collect things tamaki might like. this miniature form of theirs is excellent for sneaking under doors, slipping through cracks in those left open. they're aiming to create quite a stockpile, which means he may have taken one of three things from your room:

▶ gold (or another form of something they might consider a currency)
▶ food (the boy only drinks his subpar tea and the free breakfast, it's a travesty)
▶ unmentionables (why wouldn't a teenage boy want a *** or pair of ******* or summat??)
▶ (you can also pick something else hilarious and/or important, let's make this awkward af)

if you catch the sneaky thief in the act, they immediately run back to tamaki's room. upon knocking (or forcing yourself into the room), the owner of said familiar seems puzzled but friendly. ❱

Oh, hello. Is there something I can help you with? ❰ is this a genuine ignorance that he's harboring a fugitive, or a charming façade? ❱

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[Whilst Caster had officially moved out of the hotel, she occasionally spent the night there - under promises she wouldn't use it for potion brewing again - when she was engaged in some unsavoury quests that she didn't want to trouble her housemate with.

Today was one such day, and as she was staring out the window at the city she noticed a streak of gold fleeing out the door she'd carelessly forgotten to shut properly, seemingly by itself. She whipped around to investigate, only to find a deep fear realised.

Her blood ran cold.]

No... how did you- get back here immediately!!

[Yup, sorry, she's going to be using her magic to force herself into Tamaki's room. Rage was very clear in what could be seen of this woman's face beneath her hood.]

...You have something of mine, boy. I suggest you return it to me.

❰ tamaki is honestly not even aware that mothman has slithered under his bed with a golden blanket -- he's sitting at a makeshift desk he's made from a nightstand, writing down ideas and notes for his bubbling business idea. having someone force themselves into his room has him jumping up, on edge but still polite. the initial question is answered, but it leaves him...confused. ❱

Oh, perhaps you used to have this room? I'm not sure of what it might be, but I'll assist you in returning whatever it is you're missing.

Do not play me for a fool. You know exactly what you stole.

[Evidently, the shire confusion on this teenager's face hadn't sunk in just yet.]

...That blanket. Where is it?

[It...didn't strike her than an adult woman barging into his room demanding her blanket be returned probably seemed really strange. But hey, she did not want to call it by its actual name if there was a chance he was familiar with her legend.

...Then again, he probably only stole it because he knew exactly what it was, right?]

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[ The rogue wine glass gets hurled through the air and beans Minato right in the middle of the forehead, where it shatters into a thousand pieces and knocks him backwards off his feet to collapse in pile amongst other very fragile and easily breakable constructs of glass.

He lies where he falls and does not move. ]

❰ tamaki doesn't even notice the blow he's dealt minato -- it's mothman that flaps quickly, zooming over to look at the aftermath of his master's tantrum. oh bro...u fucked up.

he only turns to chastise his runaway familiar before seeing the poor lad, stone cold bodied by his projectile wine glass. oopsie! ❱

AAIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!?

❰ he rushes over to minato at lightning speed, immediately craddling him into his lap on the group. glass be damned! what does a shard of wine glass in his knee matter when he's just killed a man? ❱

Are you alright? How many fingers am I holding up? ❰ tamaki withdraws a hand from minato's neck to show off three fingers, but-- ❱ Open your eyes so you can answer, please!

[ Welcome back! Tamaki is now a murderer!!

Only not really, because Minato is at least still breathing, eyes screwed tight in the opposite of following directions because personal space, please. ]

Two, [ is his mumbled blind guess, eyes still closed, subtly trying to slide off Tamaki's lap and onto the glass he's already forgotten is on the ground all around them. ]

[ Maribelle had come only to help "heal the way" or however she put it, but... well. It wouldn't do to come all this way and just sit aside when the first task is done. Still, she's not really sure what she CAN do - outside of battle, she's not exactly used to manual labor as well.

Tamaki's flailing's do catch the corner of her eye, and while she's unfamiliar with a lot of farm work, something seems a tad... off about that. Against her better judgement, she walks a bit closer to see what he's really trying to do...

... and spots the nest.

Her eyes widen, and her inching becomes a mad SPRINT.]

Stop! Stop, stop, stop, STOOOOP!

[ Maribelle isn't aware of the panic the pixies can cause - all she knows is that Tamaki could be seriously hurting them if he doesn't, well, stop. So she suddenly throws her arms around the boy from behind, trying to grab his arm and make him not take a single swing further! ]

❰ the sudden connection takes him by surprise, and he quickly freezes his swinging motion. he's close to chastising someone for endangering themselves in such a way, but looking down -- ah, this is actually a more usual situation than he thought. ❱

Mademoiselle! I do appreciate your wishing to take some respite with me, but this is a dangerous tool I'm wielding. ❰ his shoulders and arms slowly lower, carefully placing the blade on the ground away from the two of them, keeping the staff in his hand to make sure he can control it still. ❱ Now, shall we take a break? It is rather hot in this field. We can converse somewhere away from this grunt work.

[ Yeah, no. Any other time, his charm would win her over completely. But not at this time and not at this place.

Now that things are "safe", she pulls away from him, and so begins the berating. Behold, the very rare Mari-Red. ]

I wasn't trying to EMBRACE you, you imbecile! I was trying to prevent you from slicing those poor creatures to bits! You weren't paying attention and were about to shed needless blood!

[He's heard of this little task to take on in helping find this one stray bunny within these bunny cafes. Venti has taken it up, of course- but only for the chance at free cups of tea and honey and moments to cuddle up close with cute cute cute bunnies. Because that's what bunnies are supposed to do, they give you happiness when you cuddle them.

Boy, that one boy doesn't look quite so happy. Is there something wrong?]

Aren't cute things supposed to bring joy? At least I think that's exactly what these bunny cafes are for.

[Don't mind as he comes along and plops yet another bunny right on the boy where there might be a free spot. Maybe if he piles up enough bunnies on him he'll start to look happy?]

❰ perhaps -- it's a good strategy, if only because it has snapped him out of his daze. the sudden presence of the rabbit -- which, again, isn't the royal one (he would know) -- causes him to blink into reality, looking first at his new fuzzy friend, then the source. ❱

Oh, hello. ❰ he quickly adjusts both rabbits onto his lap, their noses sniffling each other and rotating into a comfortable position against one another. ❱ My face must have revealed something, hmm? Something about these rabbits just brings back some nostalgia for me.

❰ his original rabbit hops off to wander about again, and tamaki's hands instinctively cup the newer one, stoking its fur with his other. ❱ Otherwise, they're very good at their job.

Hmm, if I were to make a guess it would be that you did look just slightly homesick and far far away for a moment, yes.

[Venti bends at his knees and rests his chin on his palms when he props his elbows up.]

Did you care for a bunny just like these ones back home?

[Tsuna has become a lot more used to manual labour in recent days. Similar to Tamaki, he's not entirely suited for it but unlike Tamaki it's more because he's deliberately avoided it rather than been able to rely on the luxury of others acting for him. Really it's been more of a training tool than anything else. (And, by the end of any training period, a mess to clean up).

He's doing his best though, at least until the strands start flying.]

Hey! Careful! They're going everywhere!

❰ tamaki is also doing his best, even if from the outside that would be...questionable. his technique is all off, and he's leaving a carnage of hay in his wake.

he does stop quickly, however, when tsuna calls out. he takes a quick peek around himself and realizes that ah, yes...this is something of a mess. ❱

You're right. Perhaps I should bring some baskets and place them around me so the stray strands can be collected. ❰ what a bother...he'd have to move them every time he took a step. ❱

Th-that could work. Or...there's a better technique I think.

I've found that if you bunch up a few, you can cut them all at the same time and they don't go everywhere.

[He gestures to try and demonstrate but it probably doesn't make a whole lot of sense.]

[He has been keeping the host club merchandise in his drawer, after all, it's not lucrative here yet. But it will be shortly. He also has fostered a far better relationship with his familiar. It pays off in the long run, even if Slenderman remains unsettling at best.

He is currently working over some budgeting things for the venture he and Hikaru have been discussing. It looks more than promising and he is pleased with the progress.

He hears the rustling and what he sees is the edge of one of those picture books disappearing under his doorway. Silently his familiar appears at his side and Kyouya sighs as he rises from his seat.]

Follow them.

[Kyouya will need to walk, Slenderman will not, so as he nears Tamaki's door the familiar speaks into his mind telling him it was Mothman. As his fingers curl to knock on the door and obtain his property, his familiar goes rogue and appears in Tamaki's room in front of the door with a finger pointed toward the blond.]

❰ the worst thing about slenderman is his subtlety. mothman is so much more brash in his actions and appearance, but meanwhile slendy is so much more lurking and quiet. tamaki doesn't even look up from his notebook for a good half a minute before he shifts his vision -- and immediately screams, pointing right back at it.

he hates their familiars. ❱

KYOUYA! COME RETRIEVE YOUR CREATURE!

❰ he can, the door's unlocked. ❱

[Alice is as fair-haired as they come, which is why she's currently out and about with a parasol since sunscreen isn't invented yet in her era. When she saw all the bottles and glasses, she had become quite curious. Which is why, at the moment, she is waiting and watching. When Tamaki makes a wine glass, she can't help but be impressed and claps. Even as the wine glass nearly grazes her ear. She's actually used to having dishes being thrown at her, sadly, just ask the Duchess and her cook.]

That was incredible, sir!

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❰ oh no -- he'd been on the beach alone so long, he didn't expect anyone to be in the crosshairs of his wine glass missile. thank goodness he didn't throw it just a smidge more to the right. the voice comes across the beach pretty clearly, the waters quiet, and tamaki is immediately horrified. not only did he almost hit a person, he's almost hit a young girl.

he runs over quickly, panic and remorse clear on his face as he kneels in front of her. forget whatever he's done that's so 'incredible.' ❱

Are you alright? I'm so sorry for such recklessness!

[Alice is, as far as she's seen, the youngest in age of the non-natives. Oh, certainly, there are other native children, she attends school with them, after all. But she's not met other children her age from other worlds. The closest to her age is Ken, and he's ten, and ten is most certainly not seven, as anyone who is either age can tell you.

But that was neither here nor there because the gentleman, now, was kneeling before her and being quite earnest and he's quite handsome. Alice blushed and reached up to touch her ear.]

Yes, sir, I'm really alright, you missed, after all. I would not be impressed if you hadn't... well, I suppose I could be LATER at your aim but not likely.

[ The mothman has indeed found a treasure: a golden crown, a small hairpiece fit for a prince. Stolen from a prince. And not unnoticed by said prince's familiar. Zunyan is on the case. The little dragon is already pretty fond of chasing bugs — uh, sometimes eating them, depending on the potential scrumptiousness of the bug, of course — but he knows another magical creature from a normal one. Dragons, even young kind of goofy ones, are wise and see things beyond what can be seen. What is clear to anyone, though, is that a thief is afoot.

Zuko'd gone through a lot to get that crown back, even if he didn't want it now, wouldn't wear it here, already gave it away once... It was his to give away. Seeing it slip out an open window was not okay. So the mothman is deftly followed by the ferrety red dragon slinking behind it, stalking it with the same expert stealth its master possesses. It wants to know who this magical moth is — another's familiar? And if so, whom? Who is stealing from Prince Zuko? Zun has another dragon buddy, Azula's dragon — a-also named Zuko — who would surely be down to exact revenge if needed... But thankfully, Zunyan doesn't act as rashly as Zuko or Azula or Zuko. It follows the Mothman to Tamaki's home, lingering outside to case the scene without trying to enter right away... Whether the mothman returned via the window or the door or wherever, the dragon kept them in sight, and will try to slip inside the same way they do as quickly as it can without being noticed. It will see who's behind this before executing any moves... It may not be socially graceful or particularly smart as other dragons, but it's clever and agile, enough so that it gets by quite well for itself on its own regardless. ]

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Mothman Thievery

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capitalism :3c

LMAO I JUST READ THIS???

god I forgot I wrote this

farmers

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sir fuzzlerton the cad

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Farmers

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Mothman Thievery

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Capitialism

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the mothman thievery; clash of the derpy familiars