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OPEN SEASON

@dogboy
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My Self-Summary

His name is Kirma and he’s illiterate. I’m helping him fill this out, but honestly speaking, it’s a complete waste. Besides that, don’t you think his rank is unfairly high? Even though it’s still in the single digits, it’s not as if he wouldn’t be at home in the basement levels. If someone could send my complaints along to the house, I’d appreciate it.

My Future Plans

Surviving?

My Talents

Chasing sticks. Eating absurd quantities of garbage. Fouling up perfectly nice beds. Trampling flowers.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

Meat.

My Ideal Partner

Someone skilled at training dogs.

Height 169cm / ~5’7 Body Type fine Smokes apparently Drinks i think so Drugs maybe Sign ? Education laughable Occupation unemployed Income unpaid Children none? Pets he is one Hobbies cooking

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

01. WINE OR BEER

BEER

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

“WHAT'S A MIME”

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

NEITHER

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

PIRATES? WHY ARE THERE SO MANY OF THESE

.05 TITS OR ASS

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

Personality Type
ISFP-A

ENERGY

73%

introverted

MIND

76%

observant

NATURE

66%

feeling

TACTICS

54%

prospecting

IDENTITY

75%

assertive

personality test. art credit.

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[loosestrifes]

( The last thing Esikko remembers, he was sipping at his tea and entertaining himself at the market. Demanding Kirma buy him an assortment of tulips in a variety of colors, slowly feeling sleepier by the moment...

Until finally, there was nothing. They'd been sitting somewhere, and he was so comfortable, shockingly, that it happened. He's not usually able to fall asleep so easily, so it was like a dream come true.

But now, waking in this nicer bed, blinking blearily to find himself completely clothed and undisturbed other than being relocated, he can't help but feel... annoyed. )

Kirma?

( He stirs, shifting to push himself upright and squint across the room. There's got to be the sign of a fluffy tail or ears somewhere, and he's searching it out now, frowning and occasionally distracted by his own body. Clothed. Untouched.

What, is he not tempting? Is he not good enough? )

Did you carry me here and leave me?

[conspecifics]

( he knows when esi wakes even before he starts calling, yet he has half a mind not to come out. as it turns out, being someone's bodyguard/errand boy/bag holder/wallet quadruple threat combo is even worse when you're back in civilized society with them. the marriage joke has grown so incredibly old by now, it's on the verge of dying in its sleep.

but this is his lot in life, isn't it. reluctantly, begrudgingly, kirma emerges from the bathroom. he holds a hammer, happily loaned by a staff member— don't worry about it. don't worry about what he could possibly be doing in a bathroom with a hammer. just don't. )

Leave you to sleep? Yes.

( shouldn't esi be grateful he woke up in the nice room?? )

Can skip the carrying part next time. If you'd prefer.

@matoba

[conspecifics]

( call him an NPC guest the way he eats the food at roost without complaint. it goes above and beyond merely ordering it; half-eaten or, worse, rejected plates get a bit of hovering and pointed gazing until the plate is gently pushed in his direction. old habits die hard, after all. the point of a casino is to gamble, and kirma prefers to play things as safely as possible.

what manages to draw him away from this is a passing scent: one as medicinal as it is unpleasant. more importantly, it’s familiar— but the person he sees when he whips around to look is not.

...

well, maybe? while he’s not familiar with miss kuromine misa, he squints at her all the same, trying to determine the connection with what he does know. one ear twists to the side as he considers. it’d be too easy to ask something like, have we met, so he opts for the next best option: )

... Fleas?

( not really a question, but okay. good enough. )

[worldbent]

[Even if Matoba had decided to attend the Roost as 'himself', the immediate recognition of the mutt sitting at the bar would have been an instant avoid. Of all the unpleasant, yet necessary experiences that he's had in this twisted ayakashi resort, that one might have been the least necessary of all. Truly, an embarrassment that he'd like to forget more than anything else, when he thinks back on it.]

[But, he ought to try and look on the bright side of things. There must be something gained from every experience- even if it is only an acquaintanceship, and the knowledge of how wary he should be of a new individual. This one, fortunately, hadn't impressed upon him a sense that he ought to be particularly wary. A misstep, clearly, because when he sees Kirma whip around to level a stare at him, recognition and confusion warring in his eyes, he wishes he had taken the proper precautions and just left as soon as he'd spotted him here.]

In a place like this, don't you think that is a given? [A response that must be cobbled up with all the well-honed bullshitting power Matoba can muster, Kirma's question catching the attention (derisive) of some of the Roost regulars that KuroMisa has been trying to talk up. Her eye drops to the nauseating plate of-- grubs?? in front of him. They might as well be.]

...Not that you seem to have much problem with it.

@esikko — big cw for blood and dismemberment on the horizon

[conspecifics]

( let’s set the scene, shall we. kirma still has yet to make any of the intended customizations to his suite; glitz and gold are the theme of the room, gaudy and liable to sear the eyes. housekeeping has made good on keeping things sparkling, mostly against his will. though he often leaves the do not disturb sign on the door, it has a habit of vanishing and reappearing in a drawer. infuriating— as most things are, here.

this does not mean the room is devoid of personal touch, however. the bathroom doorknob is replaced now, but is off-kilter, set at an angle surely different from the one it was manufactured with. half the bathtub sits in the open, directly facing the main door of the suite, balanced on top of a dragged-over end table to create a makeshift shrine. under the tub’s porcelain roof sits a dish full of chips, a small statuette of a peacock, and an empty incense holder; flowers from the garden surround the offering area, some more wilted than others. a small hammer and makeshift chisel can go a long way, in a place like this.

kirma himself is puttering around the kitchenette area, muttering to himself in a sour mood. one of the main reasons he’s so at odds with the cleaners is how they put things away— nothing like he would do himself— half the time they’re things that don’t even need to be stored, so why… the shuffling and rearranging preoccupy him so that he doesn’t notice esi’s entrance, at first, aided by the remote he has turned into a doorstop. spirits can’t visit a shrine they can’t get to, after all.

his ignorance doesn’t last long, as his ears twitch up at the sound of footsteps a little too close to be from the hall. kirma whirls around with a whisk in hand, as if to defend himself with it, but instantly relaxes at the sight of someone familiar. )

Since you have the hands to do so, can’t you knock next time?

( the door’s not open for you… he can’t actually be too mad, though, with the way his tail wags at the sight of his. uh. hmm. not friend, certainly not anything else ending in -friend, but not a mere acquaintance. ah, it doesn’t matter— he’s not going to waste his time mulling over words. )

I thought you found a different bathroom to use.

[loosestrifes]

( It's funny, isn't it, how Kirma always manages to have some part of himself that must know what's coming without actually recognizing it. That hand remark, after all, feels so apt. The smile it brings to Esikko's face is a little unnerving, but it's not an unusual expression for him at all— especially in Kirma's presence. )

I did. I can't visit you?

( He sees that tail wagging, and so he moves closer, daring to drape his arms over Kirma's shoulders. It's an oddly affectionate move for him, especially as he hums close to one of his furry ears. His own are gone now, so it feels more safe to toy with them. )

I didn't realize you were up to something so private.

backtracked for furry event, from your favorite @aventurine

[waged]

My friend! How are you doing? Grown any extra pair of ears?

and also my least favorite @aventurine

[conspecifics]

No.

sighs

[waged]

( a continuation of this so we spare rin's inbox

so while that's happening, and aventurine is making his own plans with rin and watching how the post goes, maybe it's about time he addresses, you know, the extra stuff in kirma's room. broken bathtub aside, last time he was here there certainly wasn't an extra pair of clothes.

he can recognize the signs of a new person in someone's room with too much ease. a lot of it doesn't seem what kirma would get, or do, or bother to clean. so: ) I've been meaning to ask, but did someone move into your room?

whis sighs specifically

[conspecifics]

( oh... that. it's not something that even registers to kirma, as someone more accustomed to far messier accomodations. if anything, these conditions are approaching his understanding of pristine, despite the extra outfit pointedly laid out across an armchair. the question makes his ears twitch, but he seems otherwise unbothered by the observation. )

Esi insisted he should have the better room, of the two of us.

( but since they can't actually switch... they're sharing. )

@esikko — don’t ask me when this is dated for we’ll figure that out later

[conspecifics]

( submitting a request to the house was a little more trouble than he had liked— he’d had to go through reception, rather than the watches, and the pitying smiles of the staff were almost enough to make him turn right around. as promised, however, the journal showed up not long after. it would be difficult for the rewards to be motivating if they didn’t pay out, he supposes; waking up to it on his bedside table was still worth a bit of surprise.

a more prudent person might consider this a bargaining chip, or a way to get a favor, a promise. kirma lacks the capacity for manipulation— of this sort, anyway— and thus his first course of action is simple: find esi, wherever he may be. he checks his suite first, and while he is utterly unsurprised to find him absent, the trail is too thin and diluted to find his path easily from there. great.

cue an hours-long scouring of the resort. it’s a little annoying— as his bodyguard, shouldn’t he be informed of his movements? at the same time… it isn’t like they’re in so much danger that it’s a risk not to know. (still, a complaint to shelve for later.) in the end, he manages to track the errant prince down to his least favorite place in the resort thus far. roost.

that, too, figures. no good deed goes unpunished, right? he slinks into the bar with his head down, scanning the lounge through furtive glances and shying away from so much as brushing shoulders with another patron. it helps, perhaps, that things are far less busy than they had been during j’s invitation. it does not help enough.

when kirma finally comes to esi at the card tables, he does not approach fully. nor does he say anything. no; rather than any reasonable greeting, he stands directly behind him, doing his best to stare a hole in the back of his head. notice him. turn around. your dog is waiting. hello. )

[loosestrifes]

( It takes probably too long for Esikko to notice, and it's a horrible look for him in this setting. He already stands out, dressed the delicate way he does, pretty face, smooth skin, clean hair— but he's trying his best to learn the games, the tricks, and figure out some secrets.

With limited success.

He's staring very intensely at his hand when Kirma approaches behind him, and despite the number of dangers that could be back there (fights, aggressive strangers, cheaters), he hasn't noticed Kirma at all in the span of him losing three hands in a row.

Everyone else at the table has. No one seems to want to point Kirma out to him, though they are ribbing him for being so terrible at this game. He laughs off in that charming way of his, making it clear how he's sitting here to begin with— they must think he's cute enough to allow it, and his measly bets. )

Network Follow Up | Action

[erbe]

[It's April. Tohsaka has mostly stayed to her room to avoid any... "exciting changes" to the resort this month. However with her little public post she's found more people are wanting to see her in person. Which is... fine, actually? She doesn't prefer socializing, but networking in order to get supplies or find herself someone willing to let her use their tools is important. However she wants everything to be transactional. She hates the idea of being in someone else's debt, but revels in the thought of someone owing her.

Rin's day starts late, as usual. It's sometime close to noon when she arrives at the Rank 9 floor. Her hair pulled up and out of the way in a high, tight, and neat ponytail. Not a single strand out of place. Her top is a short sleeved button-down blouse, her bottoms are high waisted shorts, and she wears thigh high socks to cover her legs while still letting their shape show. In all honesty? She doesn't look like the type of person who has come to "fold someone in half". With her she has a bag of supplies for what she'll use the kitchen for.

Curiously Tohsaka walks down the halls of the floor. He said he'd leave the door open, right? Did he mean that literally? If it is ajar she'll peek her head in. If not she'll simply wander aimlessly. Though if she gets close enough for him to smell, he'll notice something distinct about her.]

[conspecifics]

( and true to his word, kirma is bumming it in his suite, today; his mornings only barely start earlier than hers, but at least it means he’s awake when she approaches. though he lacks the literal nose of a wolf, he can tell that there’s a new scent in the halls, one that merits investigation. so, as luck would have it— just as she would peek in the yes, propped-open door, he yanks it open fully. hello.

unlike her, he is neither dressed up nor particularly put-together; he is wearing a shirt, at least. (it’s a taller order than you’d think.) he takes a moment to lean on the doorframe, studying her. obviously, he’s seen her photos, thanks to a bit of help with watch navigation. she’s still a bit shorter than him, as well, but compared to seeing a picture on the watch face— )

You’re bigger than I expected.

( … but he’ll move aside, to let her in. the suite is relatively nondescript, as far as the resort goes; there’s no change at all in the theme of the decor from the hallways to the interior, and not a single thing out of place. thank you, room service. the kitchenette is against the far wall, opposite a sitting area and the door to the bathroom. it’s not the world’s most impressive thing, any more than two people would be hard-pressed to work around each other in it, and they didn’t even give him a stand mixer… but it’s a kitchen, nonetheless. all yours, ma’am. )

ᴛᴇxᴛ. @キズナ

[relater]

Kirmaaaaa

[conspecifics]

( bro ... )

That's me.

delivery, part one.

[skinstitch]

( after that paw print--it's not like he doesn't know. fucking dog made the whole room rattle, nearly broke his favorite glass out of his hand in surprise. not enough balls to break the door down itself, but a warning is a warning. for being helpful? geez.

but hey, neighbors should be friendly, right? he isn't aware of anyone else on this wing of the floor of ten suites, after all, and it's so helpful that the little track of dirt and smudging leads him to the door directly across from his. cute. this resort really likes fucking with the worst people--

but neighbors. yes. friendly, sure. there's a knock at kirma's door, though once he opens it, there will be no one there: instead, right in front of the frame on the floor, is a glass measuring cup, marked all the way up to four cups, and a small notecard, folded in half. he's tried to make his writing as neat and even as possible--so that the dumb bastard can maybe at least try scanning the text into his watch to have it read to him. )

hiya, neighbor.

can i borrow a cup of sugar? you can leave it at my door.

xoxo

[conspecifics]

( naturally, this is his immediate response. )

un: wildflower

[loosestrifes]

( Guess who has finally unblocked him... again. )

I looked into the resort a bit the other night. Are you aware of just how many of these guests are actually spirits?

[conspecifics]

( :D!!! ... oh. the notif was more exciting than the subject.

D: )

The ones at roost. Right.
Is that all you want to talk about?

delivery, part two.

[skinstitch]

( really, he shouldn't have gone along with it, because now?

now there's another request, a day or two later. this time, he doesn't even bother knocking; dogboy can trip over it as he goes to leave, the next time he decides to do so. the note is on the same kind of paper, but this time, it's an empty wine bottle that sits on the threshold, uncorked and dry. the label's been peeled from the front, so there's no telling the kind it had been. )

hiya, neighbor.

can i borrow a bottle of wine? you can leave it at my door.

xoxo

[conspecifics]

( he shouldn't have gone along with it.

that said, he's not shocked to see a second request. he doesn't bother asking for an explanation, this time; the empty bottle makes it clear enough, and he doubts that the words dabi has chosen are so important as to change the nature of the deal. no— the test. because that's what it is, isn't it, an empty bottle given as a clue to see how far he'll go?

there's a moment, where he considers merely filling it up with the cooking wine he has and calling it a day. he hardly uses it in the first place, so what harm would it do? wouldn't the sour look on dabi's face be worth it, even unwitnessed?

alas. there's a sense of duty instilled in him slightly too deep, hooked like a burr that digs into his chest. it's this that spurs him into an ill-fated tour of the various wines the resort has to offer, sniffing and sampling all to track down the vintage left at his door. in the end, he turns up with not one, but two bottles of the exact variety dabi had left for him to chase; and this time, when he knocks, he waits. just to say hello to his neighbor, of course. )

un: meltokiho

[luxuriant]

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[conspecifics]

What the fuck does this mean?

un: wildflower

[loosestrifes]

You are alive, aren't you?

[conspecifics]

Was I not supposed to be?




Are you looking to change that?

text; un: dabi

[skinstitch]

what do you think is the worst thing you could ever experience?

your worst nightmare. the kind of thing that would make you want to cut yourself just to see if you'd wake up. the kind of thing that would drive you crazy.

what would it be? here, or back home, or anywhere in between.

[conspecifics]

( is this flirting... are you gonna take him out on a date... )

I don't give much thought to those kinds of things.

The absolute worst. I don't know that I could explain it to a man with one soul.
Besides that. Being eaten alive. Maybe.

https://i.imgur.com/SVM9G7z.png

[waged]

( ideally, aventurine would have ventured forth entirely by himself, as he's wont to do when he would rather - keep people safe entirely, either from actual danger or himself. but figures, due to past... incidents... that kirma wouldn't want him to be alone, especially not all the way down to the maintenance levels where aventurine had heard word-of-mouth that something unusual had been happening there lately.

he had only then agreed because if nothing else, the preservation would keep him safe.

sure enough, the closer they become of even the basement floor, there's whispers travelling through the halls that he knows hadn't been there before. beckoning them to come closer, a siren call built on the curiosity of humans, the desire to know. even aventurine himself might fall victim to it, though reckless with his life as he's known to be, at least he would be sure to always have a back-up plan. this here is no exception either, lest he endangers a life never meant to be hurt.

he makes sure kirma is always within his sight, the louder the voices get, the closer they are to their source. it leads down many hallways until there's an unusual light, a door open, and when aventurine peeks to see what lies inside, there's - not much of anything. the voices are the most eager they have been, however, to lead them inside. )

Well. I will say, I've never seen a trap more obvious.

( and again, ideally, he would walk in by himself, moved by curiosity and faith in his luck, that he could come out of it alive. but this far along, when they had promised to walk together... aventurine crosses his arms, and looks at kirma. he's no longer alone in his decisions. )

What do you want to do?

"i'm not blaming her i just think everything is her fault"

[conspecifics]

( the pain of d*ting somebody who likes you, eh— not allowed to charge off into danger alone, stuck with a dog tailing your heels even as he gets increasingly nervous the further down into the resort you go. for someone who has been sensitive to whispers and presences even outside of such a woefully haunted place, the intensity of it in the basement levels means his fur hasn't stopped prickling, his paws constantly clipping against aventurine's heels as they go. whatever commentary he's been provided on this journey has been distinctly unhelpful, half-muttered superstitions and the occasional nervous growl.

and even with all of that—

this is the only place in the entirety of golden peacock that he'd want to be, right now. funny how that works. )

Is there really anything else to do but go in?

( if they've come this far, that is. still, there's hesitation in his stance and voice, the way he pulls back from his hovering to fold his arms and genuinely give some consideration to where they are. turning back is likely the smartest move; aventurine's assessment of things is hardly off the mark. his head tilts back as he mulls it over. )

I assume— it would separate us if we could. If we enter, it should be simultaneous.

✨ aventurine's gifts corner ✨

[waged]

( because now that aventurine has money again he's going to shower kirma in gifts and i think it's cute to keep track of these. everyone else please look away thank you )

[waged]

> "Aventurine Healing Stone Bracelet"

he's not going to say it's aventurine stones if kirma doesn't ask 👍 but he'll say it's for good luck :)

un: meltokiho

[luxuriant]

Hey, uhhhh... Quick question. About the painting stuff.

Has your face ever been a little more... wolfy?

[conspecifics]

( that's racist? )

I'm not one of those. Where wolfs.
If that's what you're asking.

text; un: isthisyourcard

[compresses]

[ Because he doesn't actually yet know that Kirma can't read... ]

Out of curiosity, have you seen the announcement about the Halloween party?
It brought a particular conversation of ours to mind

[conspecifics]

( hmm. how does he say this, ) No.

I’m also not familiar with howl. ( um ) Halloween.
What are you thinking?

text ; un: wildflower

[loosestrifes]

So how did you manage it, anyway? Becoming official.

[conspecifics]

( sussy much? )

Why?
🙁

christmas gift...?

[loosestrifes]

( Esikko hears that Kirma is still "recovering from a near-death experience!" in the clinic, and so he drops a gift off to the nurses there to give when he wakes up. One thing is... a hair brush. Pointed. But the other is a portable burner for cooking, since he knows he's not going to have a kitchen if he wakes up.

When he wakes up, right?

There's also a note, crumpled and shoved in there like he wants it not to be noticed: What's taking you so long? Wake up.

Not that Kirma can read, anyway. )

hi

[waged]

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( sorry kirma. it's a bunch of different pictures of household goods of all kinds, but the catch is that they all come in matching pairs. if they all look particularly expensive, don't worry about it. )

I have been thinking about decorating our suite more.
Never really done this kind of thing before, so give me your feedback~
Anything you like? Anything you want?

( you have 10 minutes before he buys everything btw )

bye

[conspecifics]

( it takes a lot longer than 10 minutes to look at this many pictures please calm down )

I'm surprised you don't have much experience in this sort of thing.
Not that I particularly do either.

( this is probably around the 16 minute mark. btw. give him a 17th one to consider the options: )

Do they have any ducks?

text; un: horlogerie

[armwriostle]

Excusez-moi?
Sorry, monsieur.
I hope it isn't too much to ask if you were not opposed to meeting up...?
I think-
I think I've grown confident to meet people proper and I remember you being so kind.

It isn't too late, is it?

[conspecifics]

Oh. It’s never too late.
But I was concerned for your well-being in a place like this. Have you been doing alright?
If there’s anything you need I can bring it with me.

( <— clueless )

voice; un: knights

[discomposer]

Helloooooo! Why is it dogboy if the features are a wolf? Anyway, Ikko said to ask you about the list of complaints or insults or mean things you'd have to say about him so I'm doing that! Also I would like to know which features are wolflike. Do your eyes see wolf colors or people colors? I mean I suppose not even all people see the same colors so how does anyone know? My blue could be Sena's green and I'd never know.

[ There's no introduction before he starts rambling in this message largely because saying hello was about all Leo remembered to do before he asked what he meant to and then promptly distracted himself. ]

[conspecifics]

( ?! beyond him not expecting the barrage of questions in the first place, how is he supposed to answer anything if this guy keeps talking— )

Ah, can we— maybe— one at a time? One thing at a time…

( … )

Though I think it might be, “wolf colors,” from the way that the house decorates. ( that hearts party way back looked like garbage, man. )

2/14........delivery....???

[loosestrifes]

( At his door this morning, Kirma gets a gift!

Well. One man's trash is another man's... ?

It's a bunch of scraps from his various attempts at making chocolates for others. Some of the scraps are failed flower petals (insanely spicy, colored red and yellow, leave stains on your fingers and don't even taste good beyond the spice), some are... explosion emojis? (overly sweet with the worst texture, somehow each one is different), a random blob of burnt(?) strawberry jam, strange warped music notes (they're somehow stale tasting...), and various other unshaped chocolate shavings and bits. These are all just shoved into a plastic shopping bag with a note stapled on.

Here. Happy Valentine's or whatever it's called. - Esi

En...joy? )

here's your hearts gayboy

[waged]

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