( march | open / catch-all )

[vanity]

🧙 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? ❱

Comments

Capitialism

[madcuriosity]

[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!

[vanity]

❰ 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!

[madcuriosity]

[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.