[open] Awoo to you too

[onemanstrash]

Who: Keaton and YOU.
What: Scavenging for treasure, sharing what he's found and testing the limits of his beaststone.
When: November 15th
Where: Various. The beach and the Storyteller's Temple early on, the jungle later.
Warnings: None, will add if anything comes up.

Beach

[The fog does nothing to deter Keaton as he sets off this morning, back to the beach once again since the water receded. Ever since the flooding went away he's been venturing down frequently to see what he can find. At first there was plenty of fish flopped out in the sun and other debris but now he's having to look a little harder.

Careful as you walk around the beach on this foggy day, you might well find yourself tripping over a shallow hole in the sand. And there isn't just the one hole, there are many of them dotted around all over the place. What's worse than falling over a hole? Falling over a pile of days old dead fish, rotting plant life and other questionable material. In both cases the owner of the trash pile and the hole digger can be found not too far away, sifting through the sand.]

So what's it gonna be this time, messed up looking fish or sandy buried seaweed... Neither, broken glass! Neat.

[If you can dodge the holes and piles of junk in the fog, come say hi to the guy with two large ears and a tail who seems to be doing his part in cleaning up the beach.]

Temple

[Whether you're on your way out to the rest of the island or heading to the mana pool to return to the islets, before you can get too far you'll be approached by a very excitable wolfskin. His tail is visibly wagging back and forth, his ears twitching occasionally.]

Hey! Hey. Wanna see something cool? Promise you'll never have seen anything like it before. Never ever.

[And for those that might not be stopped by the promises of something cool, Keaton will follow along after them for a short distance with his hands behind his back as though trying to hide something.]

C'mon, you're really just gonna bail like that? Someone doesn't have very good taste.

[If you do indulge the wolfman then expect to see some sort of gross and disgusting treasure Keaton has managed to find, either from home or what he's dug up on the beach.]

Jungle

[Later in the day, a loud howl can be heard coming from somewhere in the jungle. If it's possible for a howl to sound happy then this is definitely a jovial howl, not one of aggression or anything else. Still, a howl cutting through the air on a day like today when there's fog about? Not the most reassuring thing really.

If you're quick to investigate the source of the howling then you might catch sight of a large white creature through the trees for a brief moment. The creature isn't there for long however, soon replaced by Keaton crumpled up on the floor and panting hard. He looks pretty distressed with his tail hanging low and his ears pressed down against his head. Though he tries getting to his feet his limbs feel far too unstable to support him properly, leading to the wolfskin planting face first into the ground.]

What the heck is this?! It's not meant to feel this way. Why isn't it working, and why is it... Guh, this is stupid...

[It's not like he's in any state to go anywhere right now, so Keaton results to grumbling away to himself until he gets enough strength back he can walk off himself. Unless help arrives before then...]

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Beach

[souris_keteer]

[There's a loud WHUP on the beach, as the resident island mouse tripped over one of those holes.]

W-whoa! What the...?

[onemanstrash]

[Whoops, sorry Mickey. Thankfully Keaton isn't too far away making a mess of the beach so he catches that fall.]

Mickey, hey! That was one heck of a spill. Whatcha doing, huh?

[It's not like it's his fault because of the hole, right? Right. Keaton heads on over and offers a hand out to Mickey to help him up.]

[souris_keteer]

[he takes the hand, trying to shake off some sand.]

I was just seeing if anyone needed any help... but where did all these holes come from?

[onemanstrash]

Good question. [He points to the hole Mickey tripped over.] That one happened because the stench coming from down there was incredible. Turned out it was some kinda dead shellfish! That one there came from this huge piece of seaweed, it was pretty deep down but I got it out! What's next...

[It was him Mickey. Blame him for all the holes.]

Jungle

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Muffet is curious about the howling, but she finds it notably less worrying than the sight of Keaton lying on the ground and looking like he's in pain. She approaches cautiously.]

Are you all right, dearie?

[onemanstrash]

No. [There's a clear bite and strain to his words, a pretty hard contrast to how happy he sounded when meeting Muffet before.] I mean I'm not all right but-- It's fine, I'm fine.

[He tries standing again but already his legs are shaking. No way is he going to remain looking sorry on the floor though.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[She doesn't take offense, since he's clearly under a great deal of stress. 'Fine' really isn't a very convincing answer when you look like that.]

[Stepping forward, she silently offers him a hand to pull himself up with.]

[onemanstrash]

[Muffet might be waiting for some time before Keaton finally takes that hand. Even when he does it's clear he's determined to hold his own weight rather than rely too much on Muffet.]

Thanks, I guess. I would've been fine eventually, I just got really tired outta nowhere...

temple

[postictal]

[The temple is a good location if you feel like unloading some of your unwanted supply, thanks to a couple of ambitious high elves with a preternatural sense for capitalist bouts of enthusiasm. He's got some stuff that needs unloading, sure, but at the moment, it looks like he's being waylaid by a...wolf boy.]

[And it is a very good thing that Tim lacks the pop cultural awareness that would be necessary to make the much-needed "furry" joke.]

Uh...sure? [He can't think of a reason to say no, exactly, so...?]

[onemanstrash]

[Thank all the gods and dragons that be in Nohr and Hoshido that Keaton can go another day without learning or hearing about what a furry is.]

Great, that's the spirit! Always good to hear a little enthusiasm. [It's hard to tell if he's joking or if he thinks Tim is genuinely really interested.] Feast your eyes on this baby.

[Keaton presents a fish. But not just any fish. It's a dead fish that's poking out of the mouth of another larger dead fish. The larger fish is missing its tail, showing a stub of exposed bone instead. To top it all off it smells as you would expect dead fish that have been left out on the beach to smell. Dreadful.

In contrast to the rather grim looking treasure, Keaton is all smiles as his tail flicks this way and that behind him. This is seriously a good find and he's more than happy to show it off.]

[postictal]

[...great.]

[The guy seems - young? Or at least young-spirited? He has no clue. The smell of dead fish is enough to make him feel a bit like he wants to retch, but he doubts this would be a good plan if his goal is to continue getting boons from the Storyteller, who has made their opinion of people who deface their temple pretty damn clear by now.]

[His hand drifts up to cover his mouth as he frowns.]

Just as long as I don't have to feast on anything else.

[onemanstrash]

[Truly the advantage of this location for sharing his treasures is that everyone should think twice before vomiting all over the temple.]

Yeah, sure! I mean I totally get you, why would you want to feast your peepers on anything else when there's a beaut like this right here?

[He holds the fish up to his face, taking in a deep breath of the rotten fishy stench before he offers it up again to Tim. A little closer this time than before.]

Make sure you get a real whiff of that. When the smell hits your nose... Dee-vine!

beach

[escampist]

[Well, this is exactly what he didn't need today. Or ever. Tripping over a hole into actual, literal garbage. There's a few seconds where he just lies there, because this is entirely too much. There's probably some sort of metaphor about his life in all this.

He groans as he gets back up and tries to wipe the garbage off his hoodie, but this is... fuck, it's bad.

So when he spots what seems to be the culprit behind these holes, Max responds appropriately. By picking up a dead fish he fell onto and throwing it right at the head of the guy digging over there.]

Hey asshole, think fast.

[He says that as late as possible.]

[onemanstrash]

[With the warning coming at late as it does, Keaton of course turns at just the right moment to get a face full of rotting fish.]

Ack!! Hey, c'mon, what's that for?! [Strangely enough he's not too bothered about the fish in his face though.] Don't go and mess up the pile like that! Yeesh, I spent forever putting all that together.

[He ends up wiping down his face with the back of his sleeve to get rid of the gross damp residue the fish left there... And ends up sniffing his sleeve when he's done. It's not a bad smell, okay?]

[escampist]

[Bullseye! It sure would be nice if he could appreciate that awesome throw, but that's the completely wrong reaction.]

That is not what you should be upset about!

[God, he hates this. He did have to get stuck on Furry Garbage Island.]

Seriously, don't leave all your trash on the beach! It's not a goddamn garbage dump!

[onemanstrash]

What the heck do you want me to be upset about then?! 'Cuz the only thing upsetting you're going on about is calling my collection trash!

[But of course that's just a typical human reaction to his treasures, that they're trash. He grabs the dead fish and tosses back on the pile.]

Sure you don't see what's great about it, you wouldn't. But I do!

temple

[ichininyaanshi]

[Even he's got to leave the dark corner of his shack sometimes -- usually just to refill his canteen with mana pool water, but that's besides the point. It's what he's doing when Keaton finds him, crouched at the pool's edge, bristling the moment he realizes he's being approached.]

[Ichimatsu turns to him, eyes narrowed and one brow raising high as he twists the cap on his canteen.]

Who are you?

[onemanstrash]

[... Okay so this guy is already on edge a little? Maybe this wasn't a great idea.

...

No. No it's a great idea. This guy is going to perk up the instant he sees what cool treasure Keaton has. No doubt.]

I'm Keaton, and this is gonna be one heck of a day for you! Why? 'Cuz you look like a guy who knows cool stuff when he sees it.

[Well. Not really. But hey, he's saying what he has to in order to show off his treasures.]

[ichininyaanshi]

Eh?

[He can't help it, his eyes float up to Keaton's ears. What the hell kind of animal is that supposed to be... ? They don't look like the cat ears Ichimatsu can pull out. Not to mention this guy is being pretty shameless about it. What is he, a cosplayer? He seems a bit too scruffy to be an idol like Nyaa-chan -- not that Ichimatsu can talk.]

Are you trying to sell me something? Sorry, but I can't pay you.

Beach

[want_to_belong]

It wasn't the first time Prompto had gone for a jog along the beach. If nothing else it gave him time to think. If he were to be honest, collecting supplies was secondary at the moment. He needed to unwind from the many crazy events as of late.

Since he'd been along the beach so many times he wasn't particularly wary of it, jogging along with pretty good stamina. And out there in the fog he thought he spotted someone. Someone he knew? New or old, there were only so many people on the island, so he figured he'd see what they were up to. Maybe they could use some help.

He made a bee-line for whoever it was, and just as he got close enough to get out the first breath of a, "Hey," his foot sunk under him and he lost his balance. He tried to catch himself, but he had been going a decent speed and stumbled forward - which is exactly where this new person was. Without any time to re-direct himself, he toppled over on him.

[onemanstrash]

The beginnings of a "Hey" are barely enough time for Keaton to react to the person running towards him. He turns quickly enough to get a face full of Prompto as the man crashes into him.

This would be bad enough by itself, but sadly being in the middle of hunting for treasure has left Keaton with a rather poor looking dead fish in his hands. Said fish ends up pressed between him and Prompto when the two collide and, well, if the smell was an indicator enough of how bad it might be? That sudden cold, damp sensation of crushed up dead fish guts should be. Oh yeah, it's bad.

Keaton wastes no time in trying to wriggle out from under Prompto, shoving the other man as he looks down at his clothing. The stench and sight of fish all over him isn't so bad really, but he would rather have had a say in when he gets covered in fish guts today. He ends up shooting Prompto one heck of a glare.

"Oh, hey! I'm Keaton and I know you. You're the guy that ruined one of the best finds I've had all day."

[want_to_belong]

A flurry of unmanly squeaks escaped him as he flailed to try and regain his balance. At the very least, he caught some of his own weight. With a 'helpful' shove from Keaton, he pushed himself away quickly and, with a wrinkled nose, tried to brush fish residue off his tank top.

"Egh, that was the best find? It smells rancid." Gods, he hoped he could scrub that out later. This smell would not attract the ladies, and he was trying to keep at least halfway decent. As he pushed himself back to his feet and turned his nose away from the odor coming from his own top, he offered an apology. "Sorry about that. There's never been any holes around this beach before..."

How did those get there? He hadn't quite had enough time to really register what Keaton had been doing before he arrived.

Temple

[deranged_practicality]

[Isabella is always game for novelty]

What is it?

[onemanstrash]

One of the best treasure you're ever gonna see! Your mouth is going to fall open just seeing it, seriously, it's one of my better ones.

[And then Keaton pauses and just. Stares at Isabella.]

No really, that's how good it is. Need a second to collect yourself? You might wanna watch your drool doesn't go everywhere in a second or two.

[deranged_practicality]

I'll keep my saliva firmly in my mouth, I promise.

[Now she really wants to know what it is]