Givethanksing Chaos Mode

[chasseurdebeaute]

WHO: Anyone
WHERE: Woolietown and pastures
WHEN: Day 43, evening

[HELLO WOOLITOWN AND PASTURE RESIDENTS, if you have been in the pasture for at least a few days, a happy little blond cube with a hat, bobcut, and glowing blue collar gem is appearing before you! If you are very very recently arrived and he has not seen you yet, you may just have to share the cubecall with whoever you're standing near.]


Bonsoir, tout le monde--it has been quite some time since I have had the pleasure of calling everyone in the pasture! In fact, perhaps it is overdue! Those who have been here since the beginning may recall we had a get together once, where we introduced ourselves and shared fruit between flocks. How fortuitous then, that another such occasion can easily be arranged!

The host of our latest ritual has generously helped us to transform our signature fruits into dishes to gift as we please! It would be a shame not to experiment a bit, non? Please join us at the buffet, where we may give our names and trade recipes, and do our utmost to express our Love and Thanks for our bonds old and new!


((ooc: THIS IS A LOVEBOMB RITE, AS WELL AS A RITUAL POST IN CHAOS MODE. Characters can just top-level wandering by and get jumped if you like! But if they engage with the premise, they can give a lil introduction--since not only do we have new faces, a lot have also chosen new names!--and people can reply to each other to fulfill their own flock's recipe. Ash gave the OK that this would basically make an dish that's a mash between flock foods. Effects can also be a mash, or sort of random (or I assume the effect can just be: makes you feel a little more full), GO WILD.))

DAFFODIL RITE | PEONY RITE

Comments

[arrowace]

[ NTS find better medium between Nerf and barbed/enchanted arrows. Something that hurts, at least. That would be fun.

THEY GIVE CHASE ]

[chasseurdebeaute]

[He would not be mad if they used real arrows on him. This is not an indication that it’s smart to do so. Also even if it is nerf darts he is really running to get away, if only so he has space to get his brain back together for a minute.

He’s breaking for Woolietown proper, to duck and dodge between the sheep-sized houses.]

[arrowace]

[ look it's straight up just to Not Upset The Delicate Adults that Caesura is not making Rubato bleed for their affection. Obviously that would be far more romantic, but what can you do when there are squares afoot?

By the time he makes it to Woolietown, one could make the mistake of thinking he's given them the slip, but that hunted feeling lingers. ]


Fas~ter~ ♫ faaaaas~ter~ ♪
Hop faster, little . . . rabbit . . .

[chasseurdebeaute]

[He does not make that mistake--and in fact always seems to be aware of what direction they're coming from--they may realize after a bit of pursuit through the town that just as they've marked him, he took his chance to mark them back when they had been focusing on shooting him, such that the two of them seem to be doing a dance, each tracking the other through their mind's eye.]

[Does like, heckin' giggle with an unusually nervy edge though, as he's hunted.]

[arrowace]

[ It is a dance: call-and-answer, moves on a board. They think of where they will go, where he will go, where they will go. Does he know what wonderful prey he is? How exhilarating?

Caesura stays low, finding what refuge they can from the bright sun. There’s not a lot shadows to hide in, and invisibility won’t work for a sustained chase. Is he tracking them with magic or have they just been clumsy with drink. Doesn’t matter, they need to get him on more advantageous ground. They swing wide, let him catch a glimpse of them to try and drive him towards the lake. ]

[chasseurdebeaute]

[He can see the whole of the path Caesura has been tracing through the town and soon enough he's certain that they've realized he'd bolted the direction he did because it was less familiar turf to them--he could force the issue, he could risk going back through them to stay in the town, get in one of the buildings beyond them, but his heart is hammering in a way it almost never does, no matter how much he might say it at other times--through the thrillhaze he's distantly aware.. it's uncontrolled...

He can't-- he can't--he shivers in place for a moment before veering toward the meadows, toward the lake--maybe Caesura know he knows, but he's headed there with a purpose of his own.]

[arrowace]

[ They watch him shiver and warmth blooms in their chest until it is a bonfire, fireball, a sunset. He must know they’re trying to drive him to the lake, but heads that direction anyway. What’s he planning? The thought of him turning the tables is almost as appealing as catching him. Almost.

They follow, hiding among the sheep where they can all but disappear. ]

[chasseurdebeaute]

[He seems to be taking as short a distance as he can, cutting a path between all the barns, getting across the main creek that feeds into every barn's little ponds. He's readying an action.]

[arrowace]

[ better take it fast, from the safety of their sheepy hiding spot they are firing their rifle. ]

[chasseurdebeaute]

[As if he can tell how long they've stopped, he'll dive at the last moment, putting himself behind a copse of river reeds]

[arrowace]

[ Tch. Clearly a trap. But the darts are simply too slow to be of any actual use, and also worst come to worst they can just turn into a big frog and jump on top of him. Truly there are no drawbacks to simply springing forward after him. ]

[chasseurdebeaute]

[We love to walk into traps in the house of bluebell. Rubato yoinks them along with Now Kiss—redirecting their momentum to dunk them mercilessly into the shallow end of the ice cold creek.]

[chasseurdebeaute]

[…shoves them back in when they get up, just for good measure]

[arrowace]

[ Usually so good at schooling their reactions, they make a small alarmed peep at the temperature. WHEW!!

They stay down the second time though, at least briefly. ]

[chasseurdebeaute]

[Taking off his coat and boots, rolling up the pant legs, and splashing in also—]

[chasseurdebeaute]

[i-i-instant regret]

[chasseurdebeaute]

Mm! My head is feeling much clearer. I hope yours as well, Caesura-kun?

[arrowace]

[ they just stay down in the water, let their woowoo undead amphibian blood take over enough to make the cold feel sleepy and comfortable, but not enough to show any signs of transformation. They look up at him with hooded eyes, sated, satisfied, guileless. ]

Mm. You . . . resisted that well. Did . . . you like it? Knowing you are worth pursuing?

[chasseurdebeaute]

[His chilled shuffling back and forth stills a bit with surprise]

Is that what you meant by it?

[arrowace]

[ nod nod ]

[chasseurdebeaute]

Aah…

It is undeniable that the thrill of fear runs very deep.

[arrowace]

[ OK but why does that sound like a “no” ]

. . . Too deep?

[chasseurdebeaute]

[going over to them so he can reach down to pull them out of the water, at least so he can get back on the shore]

It is normally very difficult to surprise me, did you know?

[arrowace]

[ Takes his hand. With all their fucking fleece and leather they have easily doubled in weight just from getting soggy. ]

Yes. I know.

[chasseurdebeaute]

[He's still shivering--definitely from the cold but like, probably not not also from coming down from the adrenaline rush.]

Oh? fuehehe--I see... Well, because of t-that, it is rare for my emotions.. to be so heightened--..as to make it so di-f-ficult to reason... I have not e-even understood why that happened. I am. awhirl with feelings--everything with shapes th-that escape me, fufu...