[021] & [005] | OTA

[unsleeved]

Who: Daryl & Everyone, Jesse & Everyone
Where: Here there and everywhere
When: 3/20 - 3/27
Rating: R for language and drug use and whatnot
Summary: Event catchall thingy for both Daryl & Jesse
The Story:

Ha, fooled you, there is totally something under this cut. And that something is a PLEASE SEE COMMENTS notice. Subheadings for different places/times/people (if needed)/etc.

ALSO if anyone has the burning desire to do anything in any of the other areas (with either Daryl or Jesse), hit me up via PM or PP and we can work it out. C:

...OKAY GO!!

Comments

[cowhouse]

[...Yeah. He's feeling the adjusting thing, too. But there's only so much to be done when it's an absence and not something where it shouldn't be.

He won't be resorting to stuffing socks into his pants, though. That'd just be sad.]

Yeah. Yeah, it definitely does.

[He laughs again, but this time it had nothing to do with dicks. Refreshing, right??]

And okay, yeah, that's some pretty sound logic there, I guess... How about bow ties? I have no idea how to work one of those.

[If you couldn't gather that from his usual attire of jackets and t-shirts...]

[onsilksheets]

[Incredibly refreshing.]

Bow ties are a little trickier but you can always buy one with elastic- slip it on beneath your shirt collar and you're good to go.

[She gathered that Jesse wasn't the type for formal wear but maybe it's because he didn't have an opportunity for it.]

Tell you what. When we are back to normal and ourselves, I am getting you into a suit. Maybe even a tuxedo if you'll let me. [And then out of the suit later.] Would you agree to that?

[cowhouse]

A suit. Seriously? Like, give me the double-oh-seven treatment? [He laughs. That's kinda cool, come on.] I guess I could get on board with that, sure.

[It's not his thing, but he does sort of owe her for being a dick about the dick, so...

He finally reaches up into one of the cupboards for a bowl.] It's on.

[onsilksheets]

Absolutely.

[She's pleased as punch really, judging by the huge smile on her face.]

I'll even get myself a dress to match your suit and we can have a few drinks, make an evening of it.

[When he gets the bowl for himself, she prepares some breakfast and when it's ready she brings it back to the table, sitting down.]

Wonderful, I'm glad that you agree, Jesse. It'll be fun.

[cowhouse]

...Okay, it's definitely on.

[Man, Jesse's ass is pretty chafed right now; that smile would look a hell of a lot nicer on Bela's face instead of some random dude's...

But it's still Bela in there, so it's not totally lost on him.

Besides, it's difficult to harp on that when he could be focusing on the ridiculously sexy evening gown he's sure she'll be rocking when the time comes.

Is it worth feeling like he's wearing a clown suit? Yep.

But first things first. He's straight starving, and he's been eying those stupid Crunch Berries; he dumps a ridiculous amount of cereal into his bowl- enough that he actually thinks better of it and not-so-discreetly pours some back into the box- before bringing both it and the milk over to where Bela's settled herself at the table.]

I wonder how long the rest of this weirdness is gonna last. All that new stuff rolling up out of nowhere, the... [He waves his spoon.] -The remodeling, and whatnot. You been upstairs? The second floor was mad creepy. Like, sterile... Like a hospital, kinda.

[onsilksheets]

[Bela will make it her life's mission to get the best sexy, elegant dress that Wonderland could offer and bowl Jesse over with it in the process. She has a good feeling that he would look incredible in a suit; already, she was thinking about cuts and styles and a colour.

Yes. She was going to have fun with him.

Speaking of breakfast, Bela was starving too. She has settled for toast and marmalade this morning- not exactly substantial but it would start her off for the day.]

Hopefully not longer than a week. [Breaking off a piece of her toast as she speaks, eating it and nodding while she listens to him.] No, I haven't been upstairs. But that is weird. It's hardly related to people switching genders, is it? The events usually just have the one theme.

[cowhouse]

[The sad fact of the matter is that she totally already does that- her class level is pretty dangerous (way too classy for him, let's be real)- and so it isn't like it'd be hard for her to impress him.

The effort won't go unappreciated though, that's for sure; fun is most definitely in the cards.]

Mm- [Jesse hums around his cereal, forcing it down to add his two cents.] Totally feels like... I don't know, like a bunch of different once all smashed together. What the hell kinda world has mermaids and sex-change gazebos...? And yo-- [Another wave of his spoon for maximum what-the-fuck emphasis-] What's with the playground...?

[Just when he thinks he's starting to "get" Wonderland...]

[onsilksheets]

I honestly have no idea. [Definitely fucked up. It seemed to be the default state for Wonderland.] We could go round in circles asking all of these questions and come up with no real answer.

[She's decided that she was going to have a drink later. Maybe more than one.]

The one thing we do know is that it's all temporary and things will calm down for a little while until the next event. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

...Did you say mermaids?

[cowhouse]

[Yyyyeah. Jesse may have already gotten his wake 'n bake on, but that doesn't mean he's done for the day. This shit is just too much to handle without a buffer of some kind.

A puffer, if you will. A-hyuck.]

I totally said mermaids, yo. By the water. It's like mad close to the rest of the place and I swear to god there was a mermaid hanging out down there. Like- [he sets his spoon down on his napkin and hooks his thumbs together to mime a fin.] -floppy tail and everything. ...Seashell bra.

[He was okay with that part, of course.]

[onsilksheets]

Seashell bra. I can't imagine that would be comfortable. [She wouldn't be surprised that he'd like them.]

I suppose mermaids aren't really a stretch considering we've had zombies and killer angel statues. [Bela finishes the rest of her piece of toast.]

Has there been anything else or is that it? I haven't been out of my room much ever since [ With a gesture to herself.] this.

[cowhouse]

[Jesse considers the state of his own chest right now, then suppresses a shiver.

Talk about enlightening:]

...Probably not, no. [KILLJOY.

He shoves another spoonful of cereal into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully before offering Bela a shrug.] 'M not really sure, I didn't really hike it out... I think there was something else off to the side... Oh, yo, and that huge-ass tower thing sticking out of the building.

[Worth mentioning...?]

Got no idea what that is.

[onsilksheets]

Hopefully it's just a tower and nothing else. [Down goes another bit of toast.] I wouldn't go to it anyway. Just in case there's something dangerous in it. Like a monster.

[She hopes that she isn't inviting any trouble for either of them by saying that. It's the last thing they need.

Bela huffs out a sigh, shaking her head.]

You think we'll laugh about this when it's over? I hope I do because it's been a strange week so far.

[cowhouse]

Probably. What else can you do, right? I mean I'm not like pleased as punch about it, but like I said... Not dying. Just weird.

[At least he can still feel stuff, even if it's itchy hair and funbags crushing his lungs when he tries to sleep. He'll live.]

And yeah, that tower... It does totally look like a dragon or something could be roosting in it, or whatever, and not the cool kind like Toothless.

[He frowns.]

I, uh... Think he went home, actually. Pretty sure, it's been like a month...

[onsilksheets]

[Please don't use the word funbags in front of her, Jesse. Like ever.]

Toothless? Can't say that I've ever met him before but friendly dragons? Stranger things
have happened.

[Oh. Maybe she should be a bit more tactful.]

I'm sorry that your friend went home, Jesse. An unorthodox friend, but still a friend nonetheless. I'm sure he'll be fine.

[cowhouse]

[HE HAS A LITTLE MORE SENSE THAN THAT. Just, you know. A little.]

Nah, it's cool. I mean... Dragon, right? He had a buddy back there anyways.

[As bummed as he is that Toothless seems to have ollied out for good, he'd had a life back... Wherever he was. That's probably where he belongs, or something.

Must have been boring for a dragon here.]

[onsilksheets]

[THEN EVERYTHING SHOULD BE GOOD.]

Good to hear.

[She finishes the rest of her breakfast, pushing her chair back from the table and gets to her feet.]

Well, I should go. You probably have things to do and I can always find something to do until this passes. [If they were under normal circumstances, Bela would jump at the chance to do things with Jesse.]

Give me a call if you need anything, okay?

[cowhouse]

Yeah, yeah, definitely. [He's right there with you, Bela. Leave it to the Mansion to rob him of the most enjoyable of ways to pass the time...

Whatever, though. He'll find something to get himself into to keep from going nuts. He usually does.] You stay safe, okay? No tower monsters.

[onsilksheets]

You know me. I'm always safe. [She gives him a soft smile.] But if you really want me to alleviate your fears, I promise not to go to the tower.

[But really, Bela is touched by his concern. It's a strange feeling, to have someone care.]

Be safe yourself. And remember to condition your hair too. [She smirks a little before turning to leave, exiting the kitchen.]

[cowhouse]

[Oh, he cares. The absolute last thing he wants to hear is that she got eaten by a goblin or something.

...He also huffs out a laugh. Conditioner? That's pushing it. He'll probably just leave it up in the shower, honestly.

That should fix the problem!!]