TDM - JANUARY 2021

[robbies]

TEST DRIVE MEME - JANUARY 2021

Good to the last gasp.
CW: gaslighting, potential mentions and depictions of trauma and other problematic material, body horror, dolls, violence

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“Help me. Please, help me…”

A child’s voice, calling out for aid. There’s no rhyme or reason for when it comes to you. It’s so quiet, a whisper in the deepest, darkest corners of your mind. Were it not for the sharp, stabbing pain it pulls out of you, you could ignore it. You could even pretend it’s just your imagination.

It all happens so quickly and powerfully. Left in the dust, your brain struggles to process it all. Blacking out is the least it can do, but it’s also all it can do, and it does so before you even have a chance to fully register just how young the voice is, and how deeply, heartbreakingly lost it sounds.

When you finally awaken with your bare feet tangled in soft sheets, a layer of fuzzy fleece or slinky silk clinging to your body like another layer of skin, the sunlight pouring in from the window next to your bed momentarily blinding you, and the cries of happy children playing outside of it carrying faintly, it all becomes very clear—

Something is horribly wrong.

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JANUARY 1st.

It becomes very clear very quickly that this isn’t a simple kidnapping. If you’re twenty years old or older, the bedroom you wake up in is very clearly a couple’s bedroom — with separate beds like a modest, modern couple of course! A similarly lost and confused stranger is in the other. They are your counterpart, for everything in this room has a matching counterpart — the nightstand and lamp each of you have beside your beds, the framed pictures on the wall, even your pajamas. If you’re under twenty years old, your room is smaller but more personalized, filled with comic books, model kits, stray baseball cards littered around the floor. Dolls, fashion magazines of people dressed from a bygone era, stacks of vinyl records neatly arranged next to a record player. And then there are the pictures. They’re everywhere in the house — in a frame on your nightstand, hung on the walls, stuck in the photo albums and scrapbooks lying on your desk or tucked away in drawers. Here you are on your wedding day, exchanging vows with your partner. Here’s you sitting in a fishing boat with one of the younger members of your house. Here’s a picture of you at ten years old getting ready for the first day of school. All of the photographs are aged, sepia, even yellowed and dusty in frames hung for a long, long time. By the time you make it down to the living room, you’ll notice that the television is on; someone must have forgotten to turn it off before they went to bed. On it, the morning news is playing. The newscaster, a man in a gray suit and horn-rimmed glasses, keeps shuffling his paperwork on his desk as black and white footage of people in the midst of celebration — throwing streamers, wearing paper hats, toasting flutes of bubbly liquid — is interspersed between his droning report: ”New Year's Eve was in full swing last night as citizens from all over Santa Rosita came together to ring in 1961. A surge in ginger ale and sparkling cider beverage sales was reported by Honeybees as early as eight o'clock in the evening, a boon for the store…“

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GETTING TO KNOW THE NEIGHBORS.

As you get acclimated, you gradually begin to learn more about this strange new world you’ve found yourself in. You’re in a neighborhood on the east side of a town called Santa Rosita located… somewhere in California (wherever or whatever that might be). The year is 1961. If it wasn’t clear enough, your neighbors are more than willing to humor you if you ask. Even if you accost them with questions and demands. Sure, you and your family are a little kooky, and you have a very overactive imagination, but the key to any good joke is playing along! And how could something like “I’m from the future, from another world” be anything but a joke? A. CLOWN AROUND. If December was a time for sweet treats and good food, January is the month where everyone is trying to unload their leftovers. Who better to enjoy them than you, the newest family on the block? Your neighbors have quite a bit of food to share: Throughout the month, they'll stop by to say hello, bringing a new sugary dish with them each time. As always, jello molds are a staple. One plate turns into three turns into five, and by the end of the first week of January, you're likely to end up with a collection of jiggling pink, green, and orange lumps taking up space in your fridge. From mountains of Whip 'n Chill to Broken Window Glass cake, you'd be forgiven in thinking that there's no end to it. And yet, there's the occasional exception. Someone comes by with a Bundt cake lathered in vanilla icing and topped with rainbow sprinkles. Were it not for the giant candy clown head topping it, it would almost look good enough to eat. "There's a rumor going around that you've been a bit under the weather, so I thought this would cheer you up!" they say, right before thrusting the technicolor nightmare into your hands, the clown's dead pink frosted eyes staring up at you. Your neighbor is quick to tell you to eat it while the icing is still fresh (you never know who might lick it off when you're not looking, eh kids?), but not that the clown itself is made out of styrofoam. That's something you'll just have to find out for yourself when you take it back inside and start chowing down!

B. SNOW DAY

What awakens you one cold Friday morning isn't the blare of your alarm clock or your family getting ready to start their day or even the chilly air that tickles your toes as they poke out from the bottom of your covers, but the sound of hooting and hollering outside your window. The sight that awaits you when you go to investigate is something out of a Norman Rockwell painting: The entire neighborhood is outside, playing and carrying on in the snow. While everyone was sleeping, Santa Rosita got four inches of snow, more than enough for the schools to close but not enough to stop everyone from enjoying it.

And enjoy it they are! Children build snowmen in their front yards while their fathers work on shoveling their driveways. Most, however, are busy erecting snow forts in their yards and the middle of the street, running back and forth as they collect ammunition for an ongoing snowball fight that takes up half of the neighborhood. Nobody is spared from their assault, not even the adults, and especially not the newly arrived ones who leave the house. Good luck getting the mail, mom and dad!

"Come on! There's plenty of snow!" one young boy yells at you over a snowdrift. "You can join my team!"

"Nuh-uh!" another boy shoots back. "You can join my team!"

And on and on it goes. Well, for the pacifists among you, making snow angels is always an option!

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THROUGHOUT JANUARY.

CW: gaslighting, potential mentions and depictions of trauma, and other problematic material

There’s no business like show business! And business is hopping at the Starlight Drive-In, which has been boasting about its all-new film premiering on January 2nd and playing all month long. The critics are raving, the townspeople are flocking, and plans to go to the drive-in seems to be all anyone can talk about. “Make sure you get there early to see the serials,” many of them suggest, eyes wide with excitement. “I couldn’t look away!” Whether you come with your family, your friends, or simply come on your own, the lot is packed, Robbies and normal townsfolk alike beaming as they hook the individual speakers onto their cars. Apropos of the cold weather, the concession stand has added seasonal items to their menu, serving up hot chocolate and kettle corn in addition to its usual soda and popcorn. Watching a movie against a backdrop of gently falling snow while you're sipping on steaming chocolate and melted marshmallows has a certain je nais se quoi to it that even you have to admit is appealing. At last, when it's finally dark enough to start, the projector clicks on from the booth in the back of the lot and the movie begins. A. COMING ATTRACTIONS. The movie, Curse of the Doll People, is a horror flick. A real chill-o-rama, starring actors you've never heard of playing a group of archeologists who unknowingly trigger a deadly curse that sets a group of murderous living dolls upon them. The poster pasted on the ticket booth promises it'll be the most fun you'll have screaming. Unfortunately, you have to sit through several minutes of previews first. The coming attractions aren't anything special — a bunch of westerns, a romance, even a beach musical. Far from being bored to tears like you might be, the people in the cars around you are glued to the screen, popping snacks into their mouths and whispering their commentary among themselves. The movie is the reason why everyone's here, sure, but you don't just get one flick out of going to the pictures! There's also the serials, little 5—10 minute long chapter plays that tell a story in pieces. Nothing can beat those, and when the first one starts, everyone sits in rapt attention as if it were the feature presentation itself. But as the scene opens up on a sight that is instantly familiar to you, and your own face stares back at you from the projection screen, it becomes clear that this is no ordinary film. You watch your memories play out in grainy black and white footage, aired for all the world to see. Or perhaps not — though you may not realize it, the movie playing out on the screen differs from person to person. No one sees the same thing. The person next to you might see one of their worst fears come to life, whether imagined or real, practical or fantastic. You might see one of the worst moments of your life — the death of a friend, your hated enemy bringing you to the brink of death, your absolute lowest point — exactly the way you remember it... save for the way your double on the screen occasionally turns to face the audience, staring directly at you with a knowing smirk and a wink. Or the way your loved ones will sometimes go off-script, gazing at you with pleading eyes as they beg you to help them. The people of Santa Rosita will see an exciting battle between two pirate ships, swashbuckling and cannon fire in place of the traumas you're witnessing. When the serial ends on a cliffhanger, much to the disappointment of everyone around you, it's almost a mercy. "Tune in next week for the thrilling second part!" Well, you will, won't you?

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END OF THE MONTH.

CW: body horror, dolls, violence

Aside from the horror of the drive-in, January might seem to be passing calmly... until one night, something changes. In the middle of the night, once you fall asleep in your comfortable bed (or on your couch, or with your head lolling against the kitchen table), a nightmare comes to you. The shift from whatever dreams you were having to the cold, dark void you find yourself standing in happens gradually and quietly. So too does the image that plays out in your mind's eye: From out of the darkness, a featureless mannequin stands ramrod straight, facing you with its arms pressed rigidly to its sides. It has no face, no identifying marks, no features at all. It's a blank slate in every sense of the word... until it isn't. Slowly, the material of the lower half of its face begins to split as a searing pain tears through your own, as if invisible fingers are ripping your lips off inch by inch. The slit on the doll's face widens and deepens until, finally, mercifully, its new mouth opens as yours disappears, replaced by a flat, smooth barrier of skin. Like it was never there to begin with. The pain returns, this time in your arms and neck — right as the doll's own begin to jerk. Your joints are hardening, seizing up as the doll's arms go from minutely twitching to slowly flexing. While every nerve and bone from your fingertips all the way up to your shoulders grows heavy, the doll tilts its head and looks down at its hands, as if seeing them for the first time. By the time it takes its first step, you've taken your last: the pain has spread to your feet, ankles and toes hardening and locking into place. Every part of you is claimed this way; what isn't taken by force simply fades from your body and shifts into being onto the doll's, your skin replacing its cloth body, your clothing dressing it, your hair filling out its head. Your tongue goes numb as the licks its newfound lips, coarse cloth and batting surging up from your lungs and all the way to the back of your throat. By the time it's over, you can't move. You can no longer breathe. All you can do is stare at the perfect, eyeless double of yourself standing before you. As your eyes begin to burn, the last thing you see before everything goes black is the sly curve of a smile — your smile — before the face wearing it turns away and walks back into the darkness. Luckily, you wake up to a room full of sunshine and the distant sound of traffic as the neighborhood gets ready for another beautiful day. The morning air feels cold and dry on your skin. You're you. As much as you've always been. Right?

A. DOPPELGANGER.

It's the kind of morning that makes you want to sing. Where the sky was once dull and grey, it's now a deep blue. Barring the usual hustle and bustle on the streets of Shadyside, the first sound that greets you when you wake up is the steady beat of water trickling outside your window as the snow begins to gently melt under the rays of the sun. You may even hear the chirp of a bird! January, in all its dreariness, is nearly at an end.

When you leave the room to go downstairs — or upstairs, if you slept in the living room — the house is quiet and flooded with sunlight. With how perfectly silent everything is, it's easy to mistake the calm for solitude and think you're alone.

This is not the case.

Waiting to greet you is a familiar figure. If you go downstairs, you'll see it sitting in your kitchen with its head bowed and its arms hanging limply at its sides; if upstairs, lying in your bed on its back. There's no mistaking who it is. Even at a distance, their hair, face, clothes and features all instantly recognizable, and you know who it is before you even fully register their presence:

You.

Motionless, your doppelganger looks more puppet than person. Its chest is still, not a single breath leaving its mouth. Its eyes are closed. They snap open when you get closer to it, wide enough to see the whites, as its head jerks up to look straight at you. In a staccato imitation of your voice, it chirps at you:

"Hi!"

"Good morning!"

"Hello!"

"Rise and shine!"

Your clone is a good imitation, but not a perfect one. Its movements are stiff and uncoordinated, like a marionette being commanded by unseen strings. Though its cheeks are rosy, its skin is pale and almost glossy with the texture of newly polished porcelain. None of these setbacks bother it in the very least. If left alone, it goes about the house mimicking your morning routine, though given how awkward just walking is for it, it's almost certain to do a very bad job. Still, it tries its hardest, following you all day around the neighborhood, trying to imitate your movements — all with a smile!

That is, until you become aggressive with it.

It doesn't take much to set your doppelganger off — a simple shove will do it. When that happens, its eyes will do the impossible and open even wider, its mouth yawning into a wail that pitches louder and louder. That's the point when it will lunge at you. Its hands will try to go for your throat, but not always. It's resourceful enough to improvise with whatever it has around it, whether that be a kitchen knife, a paperweight, or even a letter opener. Luckily for you, they're fragile. Just hitting them is enough to crack and chip away at their skin. With enough strength, their limbs can even come off. Unluckily, they don't stay down for long; even a severed appendage can be popped back into its proper ball-jointed place.

All the while, they never stop childishly whining and shrieking at you.

"Not nice!"

"Why are you so mean?!"

"Not nice, not nice, NOT NICE!"

The only way to shut them up for good is to keep pummeling them until they're nothing but a pile of doll parts. But be thorough — even a mouth that's nothing but a shard of porcelain can still talk.

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OOC INFO

Hello, and welcome to We're Still Here's second TDM! Here's a few things we'd like you to keep in mind:

The TDM is canon. You can treat this as the game's first real event and pick and choose what threads you would like your character to remember when they enter the game. For characters who app into the game, the events of the TDM will be treated like a dream. Upon awakening from it, characters will find that time has jumped ahead to February 1st. You may also feel free to use similar reality and/or time distortions to explain why the family members your characters have in the TDM aren't the same as the ones they may be assigned to in the game proper. Additionally, starting today comments made to the TDM will now count towards Activity Check. Current players are permitted to use up to five comments from it for this month's Activity Check — half of the required amount to pass. The other five must be made within the game's communities.

If you would like to have January or other winter-themed content in your relaxed housing prompts, please feel free! You are not beholden to follow our prompts exactly so long as the spirit is maintained.

There is no Network prompt listed, but feel free to wildcard one for your characters anyway.

Although the TDM is canon in the sense that characters are free to remember its events when they app into the game, it does not count as an official plot heavy event, meaning that characters will not receive regains from participating in it.

A note about the drive-in theater: Players are in full control over what memories, phobias, or fears the serials before the movie will depict. You can also specify whether or not other characters will be able to see your character's serial. Be sure to label your threads with relevant content warnings if needed!

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Claude von Riegan | Fire Emblem: Three Houses

[bowfaire]

1. Clown Around

(It's early in the morning when one (1) Claude von Riegan knocks on your door and holds up a tray jello cake wrapped in cellophane or something and offers you a charming smile,)

Hey, neighbor.

(His words are punchy and sarcastic, like someone who is definitely trying to imitate other Robbies going door to door. He definitely isn't one, though. He's not quite selling the act completely and he isn't really trying. (... Did he just wink at you?))

Happy New Year. (Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, he's going to try and thrust that tray over in your direction,) Here you go.

(It wiggles and jiggles and all the other -iggles and once he's successfully(?) off loaded it, he's going to turn on his heel and… head back home? Hit the town? Hm. Anyway, did you really need another weirdo jelly dish or clown cake? Neither did Claude. Maybe he'll go back to the house and try to get rid of those other platters before anyone else catches on to his clearly genius regifting plan.)

No need to thank me or anything. I was just thinking about you.

(He doesn't even know you.)

2. Coming Attractions

(At first, he doesn't seem to react at all. He stays leaned back in his seat, seemingly relaxed. His reactions are carefully controlled, as if he's mindful not to let anyone watching him see too much. He starts to sit up as the scene progresses but it seems to match with the rest of the audience watching their totally ordinary pirate serial.

As it ends, he excuses himself from the car. Or well, he tries to. How does he get out of this steel carriage again? After a second or so fighting the handle, he grabs a soft drink from inside the car and holds it up to show that he's clearly going to go get a refill or something.

This is basically a prompt saying you can catch Claude over at the concessions drinking a very fizzy cola and avoiding the movie that's now started. He'll hang out over here for a while! Long enough to finish his drink and just make loud noises with his straw and empty drink.)

… How long is this again?

(It's his first movie. He has no idea how long these things usually are.)

4. Wildcard

(Hit me! You can reach me via PM or eski . As a heads up, I'm traveling for work this weekend so I'll be a little slow.)

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[ribticklers]

[Okay, so in spite of having been here for a while, Sans still thinks the food here is hilarious, and he doesn't actually object to having another weird wiggly thing around. But that doesn't mean Sans isn't going to follow this guy and shove the food back at him anyway, because you should never make this kind of regifting easy. His grin is wide but natural--not a Robbie, just a general annoyance.]

Hey, buddy, I can't in good conscience take this food right outa such a great guy's mouth. [Sans doesn't even know him.]

[bowfaire]

What?

(STOP, don't give him back his cursed food. He's just going to try to pass it back? This is not a game of hot potato except this would be ten times better if there were actual hot potatoes here.)

Don't worry. (Take it.) It hasn't been in any mouths yet. It came like that.

(No matter how questionable it might look, he did not, in fact, chew it up and put it back on the plate or anything. )

[ribticklers]

But you're new here. [Which Sans knows because one, this guy wasn't at the Christmas gala, and two, you get the weird food gifts when you're new. Of course, that does imply Sans isn't new. That new people are showing up is interesting, but listen. There are important food fights going on. Take your food back.] I can't take your housewarming gift.

[bowfaire]

My house is warm. It’s downright toasty.

( No, he’s not taking it back? He’s going to be a cheeky teen about this as long as he can. )

I have more than I know what to do with. You’d actually be doing me a huge favor by taking it off my hands.

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[thevalley]

[Nope.

Ellie's just gonna keep one hand firmly planted on the door handle (easy to slam it shut if needed) and the other at her side. She will absolutely not give him any opportunity to try and shove that into her hands.]

Thinking of me, huh? Guess we're enemies or something if I came to mind after looking at that.

[bowfaire]

(Soft, wounded gasp,)

Hardly! I've only just arrived. I'm away from home. From friends and family. (Would tearing up be too much? Hmm, probably too much. He'll save that for later. He places one hand over his heart while the other balances the tray,) I'm all alone in a strange new place and I'm just trying to... not be so alone, you know? It's a friendly offering.

[thevalley]

Welcome to the club.

[Though her tone isn't cold. More just resigned. And there's the barest hint of warmth.]

And the first rule of the club is don't trust the weird jelly stuff.

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[buyce]

I'm not sure.

[Says the man in the motorcycle helmet leaning against the side of the concessions stand.]

Not usually one for vids.

[Judging from his stiff posture, it doesn't look like he was a fan of what he saw up on screen either.]

[bowfaire]

( You know.

It’s honestly not the strangest mask he’s seen. It doesn’t make it normal but... Well, it beats being a horned skull? )

Really? It seems pretty popular with the people here. ( Judging by the crowd, at least. ) There’s got to be something great about it...

( Maybe. Also, continues making loud sipping noises with his straw because hmmm, he’s also not particularly interested n the movie? Even if he’s catching bits and pieces of it. )

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[magic_to_do]

[Have a bright smile as she absolutely refuses to take that oh so kind offering.]

No thanks, you can keep it.

[They are full up on creepy clown cake and weird jello in this household thank you very much.]

Do you usually think about people you don't know?

[bowfaire]

( Why won’t anyone take his weirdly thick jelly brick? Someone? Anyone?

He looks disappointed! Wouldn’t you if you’d just been plainly rejected like that? But he recovers quickly enough, )

Of course. You could say I’m a real thoughtful guy.

( He’s always thinking of people! He’s real generous and caring that Claude von Riegan. )

[magic_to_do]

I'll bet.

[But then she shrugs and gives him a smile.]

Hmm, okay. But if I take a weird dessert from you, you have to take one from me.

[Jello swap! Because that will help. Somehow.]

( prompt ii )

[sunborne]

Usually an hour and a half long. Might be longer, depending on the story being told. The last movie I watched was... twenty-four hours long. It was pretty good, for what it's worth.

[ but, judging by the way daylight is stiff and uncomfortably doing his best to keep his attention on anything but the screen, the last thing he wants is the movie to be a day long. he seems to be trying to drown what he's hearing with how loud and... talky, he's trying to be. ]

You never know with these sort of movies, you know? Big productions and little production and budgets and stuff. If we're lucky, um, it should only be a standard sixty minutes long film. [ but this place does not seem to favour them so. ]

[bowfaire]

( Likewise, Claude is just going to make loud sipping noises with his straw. Hmm, maybe he should really get a refill to be honest but this is fine? It’s fine. He’s still catching bits and pieces of the movie behind him though. )

A whole day?

( He stops his noisemaking and looks completely surprised by this! Movies are a new thing to him and we consider the news and television at home to have been his introduction to videos but he can’t imagine sitting still and watching something for a whole day. He can barely keep his eyes open during some of the plays and concerts back home. Oof. He looks down at his cup and gives it a shake. It’s just ice. )

I’m going to need more snacks if that ends up being the case...

( Like, three whole meals and three snacks. )

... I can wait an hour though. ( A glance over at his new friend’s direction, ) The name’s Claude, by the way.

[sunborne]

Daylight. [ he flashes a smile and almost hides the wince when the movie flares up in sound, causing an awful sound to come out of it. ] Daylight vis Lornlit.

I promise this has got to be at least only an hour. It doesn't look like this Earth's media has... advanced that far. [ and small miracles for that as well.

the idea of having to endure this for a whole day and night makes his skin crawl- and possibly claude as well? the loud straw sounds were not lost on daylight and he's actually pretty grateful for it. it's been drowning out the worse of what's happening so far. (will it ever end? for the sake of stars-) ]

Want me to get some snacks? [ daylight loudly rattles his empty popcorn carton for emphasis. ] I'm running low on my end and I can grab something for you. My treat.

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[peninhand]

Huh...?

[ Monika appeared confused and at a loss, glancing at the man and whatever it was he had given her. What in the world... Well, no matter. She quickly regained her composure and forced a smile, sweet and genuine enough. Thinking about her, huh? That was so adorable of him, more so given she had no clue in the slightest as to who he was. Most definitely charming though... Which made him all the more untrustworthy considering the sort of tropes you often saw associated with charming characters in video games. ]

Why, that's such a kind gesture. Thank you very much!

[ She stared at the... Thing with dubious eyes, was it even edible? Well, she wasn't about to try. Thankfully, she knew just who would try. She grabbed his arm and made a gesture to pull him in. ]

Please come in! I wouldn't dream of eating this without my dear friend.

[bowfaire]

( Wow, his trope is 100% an actual Prince Charming. He loves chivalry and honor. He wants to be a knight! His favorite color is probably blue? Which definitely explains why he’s wearing something like a black and yellow varsity jacket and a yellow scarf. Who wouldn’t trust a Hufflepuff? )

Don’t mention it.

( Yes. Finally, he’s free. He feels kind of bad, though? He might be a schemer and he definitely doesn’t care about chivalry or anything like that but he at least tries to be gentlemanly enough and well... passing off his questionable food to a cute girl is pushing it for him. Hm.

BUT THE NEXT THING HE KNOWS, HE’S BEING GRABBED AND HE STIFFENS SOME?? )

Woah, wait a minute—- ( He’s just a ye old fantasy noble. This feels very forward? ) Oh, no... You don’t have to worry about me, really. I’d hate to impose.

( Politely... resists......... )

[peninhand]

[ "If you'd hate to impose, then why did you knock and give me that horror?"

Much as she would love to reply something along those lines, that wouldn't be very nice. Besides, it promised to be far more entertaining if she was to go along with his pretense— Even if it was evident to her he had not intended for anyone to take it so seriously.

Poor boy had probably hoped to pass his cake to some uncaring neighbor and be on his merry way. Well, he had knocked on the wrong door for that. Under normal circumstances she would just have sighed and closed her door with a smile. But the people in this city were far too fascinating for her to pass up an occasion to spend time with one.

Thus what he got instead was a shake of the head and Monika pulling him inside with more insistence. A fitting reward for his incredible display of chivalry. ]

Don't be silly, ahaha. You are so thoughtful. There's no way I would ever be bothered by your presence.

[ If nothing else that would be a life lesson for him, right? Don't go around clowning too hard lest you end up being the one played for a fool. ]

Why don't you make yourself at home while I prepare your cake? It should only take about a minute.

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[apodictic]

[ ah. well he happened to have stumbled on the door of someone irate, as if he had, in fact, just woken up and decided that the state of the world is despicable.

he looks at his offering and makes a face of dismay at him. fun fact: his face seems to be permanently stuck in a state of dismay. ]

I do not want it. It is hideous.

If you have made it, I apologize, but I must offend your feelings.

[bowfaire]

(Is your family name Gloucester because oh boy does this expression look familiar,)

Ouch.

(This isn't even his creation and he's hurt on behalf of poor Mrs. Johnson or whoever it was that gave him this.)

I didn't make it but I confess, I'm wounded.

[apodictic]

[ angelo raises an elegant eyebrow. ]

Why would you be wounded over something that isn't even your own effort to begin with?

Do you make it a habit to give out terrible gifts to people, regardless of who they are? You are strange.

[ and before he can add any more insults, the kettle starts whistling. angelo gives a slight "oh", then moves away from the door in order to tend to it; he's getting ready for afternoon tea. ]

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[alchutie]

[The one who answers the door is a young girl, dressed up all cute like it's her first day of school. While listening to Claude's little spiel, her eyes widen with delighted wonder at the sight of the horrible jello dessert.]

Oh wow! Thankie-wankies, Mister! Everyone here's so generous with these tasty treats! Me and my brother can't get enough of 'em!

[alchutie]

[...but just as Claude reaches out to hand it over, she shoves it right back at him.]

Psych. Real bold of you to try to pawn this disgusting crap off on me like the rest of those creeps. How about you dump it in the trash where it belongs?

[bowfaire]

(He's honestly taken aback by how peppy she is. She's so peppy it comes off as naive!! And that makes him feel guilty wow. Except not because she actually likes them apparently? Oh, no, he's feeling conflicted now. Is it too late to abort--

It's too late to abort.)

Woah! (STOP HE HAS TO REBALANCE HIMSELF or else he'll end up spilling red jello all over the place. Give him a second and another five to process exactly what just happened. He looks at her, completely stunned! Did that just happen? Mumbling to himself,) ... That just happened.

I thought I had you for a moment.

(It's not often that he's the one that ends up tricked. Color him surprised.)