nysalogs | hopping on the open log train

Who: Frederick (

pebblestone) & open
What: Beach ep, red light ep, you-name-it ep
When: May
Where: Olympia
Warning(s): NSFW doubtful but I'll update if it comes up

FLONA COVE, PT 1

[ Frederick the Wary does not go to beaches for fun. There's simply too much to do and not enough time to do it, and it's not like he's ever learned the meaning of the word relax anyway.

But he also understands the value of team bonding, and so when Cam and JJ clamor to go to the beach he begrudgingly follows along. Perhaps there might be gossip at the docks about the current state of affairs, or some fresh seafood he might be able to turn into tonight's dinner, and so he begrudgingly follows behind, hoping that the whole affair ends sooner rather than later.

Instead, JJ and Cam run off and Frederick ends up swarmed by a group of small children at the beach, all of whom have declared him a perfect fit for their sand project - a project they refuse to reveal the nature of when he asks suspiciously. His initial response is to turn them down, suggest they find some other more willing victim for their tricks, but there's a little girl with hair the color of the sun and a wide, wide smile, and he can't help but accept when she shyly asks please.

So here he sits now, expression resigned and long-suffering, as the children pile sand over his legs. One of them, wanting a second opinion, runs up to the nearest stranger - that's you - with a question. ]

Hey, hey, should he be a starfish or a mermaid?

[ Congrats, Fred's fate is now in your hands. ]

FLONA COVE, PT 2

[ Of course, Frederick wouldn't be Frederick if he didn't turn his beach outing into an impromptu training session. Once he's fulfilled his requisite duty of posing as Mer-Fred in the sand, it's back to work for him. After all, the resistance provided by the sandy beaches provides wonderful benefit to strengthening ones legs during a run, and there's nothing like warm sun to work up a good sweat.

His armor's been traded for shorts and a simple short-sleeve shirt - because even Fred has limits - and he's proceeded to engage in all manner of exercises typically included in a fitness regimen: push-ups, sit-ups, laps around the beach. In fact, to anyone that knows him, this is probably the happiest he's ever looked.

And if he catches you watching, he'll happily wave you over. ]

Would you care to join me? There's nothing quite so exhilarating as a good workout.

SHADES DARKER (MINI QUEST 1)

[ Every now and then, even without Lord Chrom around, Fred's overbearing instincts kick in. The house gets cleaned from top to bottom, the weeds around the house (and as far as two blocks down, much to the bemusement of the neighbors) get pulled, and he makes lunch for the whole household which everyone frequently forgets to bring with them.

He's taken the liberty of dropping off Clair's lunch today, lest she starve to death, but Lady Luck has seen fit to turn her face away from him. Clair is nowhere to be found, the gaggle of models at the front are all too happy to press themselves against him, and what's meant to be a simple three minute task suddenly turns into a much longer stay as he's pulled to a side room, one of the girls determined to bully him into doing a favor for their wonderful Lady Koralle.

In this case: mixing and matching perfumes alongside a few other patrons.

So there he sits on a plush chaise lounge, the tie around his neck askew and tufts of hair sticking straight up, looking absolutely befuddled at the dozens of small glass bottles in front of him. ]

I'm afraid I haven't the foggiest idea what scents young women like to wear these days.

[ NOTE: I'd like to stick mostly to SFW options for this prompt (truthfulness, relaxation, etc) but if you're interested in NSFW options, send me a message/hit me up on plurk and we can hash something out. 18+ F only. ]

AROUND OLYMPIA (MINI-QUEST 2)

[ In the interest of fostering better relations between Wyver and Olympia, Frederick has taken it upon himself gather some samples of the local flora and bring them over. Rumors float in the air of a man willing to reward anyone who comes forth, though of course Frederick is less interested in the reward than he is the idea of improving goodwill.

He's currently attempting to tackle a cluster of stickweed, the task made all the more difficult by the little bits of fluff that keep attaching themselves to his clothes, his skin, his hair. But he pays them no mind, because surely they're harmless, like fuzz from a dandelion, and so he keeps going, never quite realizing that the puffs are lifting him up and away until he bonks his head on a nearby tree branch. At which point, it becomes quite obvious that something is definitely not right. ]

What's the meaning of this—?

[ A little help here? ]

[ ooc: Or pick a different plant, I'm easy. ]

WILDCARD

[ ooc: I'm definitely open to any other situation that strikes your fancy! Feel free to slap down a starter or leave me a blank wildcard and let's get this ball rolling. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ Hey man, 2 is still better than one! Success comes from hard work taken in small steps.

Or at least, that's what Fred would say if he knew Cam had any doubts about this whole thing. Unfortunately, his keen sense of observation fails him now, and all he sees in his own delusions is a friend of his ready to be the best he can be. ]

For as long as you feel able to. [ Though, perhaps he should ask: ] How many pushups do you typically do before you feel exhaustion set in?

[ Maybe they should start small. ]

[In the space of a minute, the position goes from being super easy to being genuinely uncomfortable. Combined with the sun overhead, Cam can feel himself already working up a sweat.]

Um. [None is not a good answer even though it’s the truth. Cam is not the Work Out type. He thinks, trying to come up with a plausible number that is impressive, yet won’t kill him,] About a thousand, probably.

[Nailed it.]

[ One thousand push-ups.....

It's a number vast enough to surprise even Frederick, who blinks and pulls his head back a smidge. Has he been underestimating his housemate all this time? The knowledge fills him with new (and unfortunately, unfounded) respect. ]

Then by all means, we shall start with a thousand push-ups, though I fear I may not be able to meet your expectations.

[ And here he thought he'd be the teacher. Getting into position, he mirrors Cam in the sand. ]

Would you like to do the honor of counting us off then?

[ Since he's so buff and all, you know. ]

[Closes eyes. Frederick is too good for Cam.

He vaguely gets the idea that maybe he shot too high, but it's too late now!] Alright!

Five... Five, six, seven, eight! [Like a dance number? Then he starts rapidly going through the motions of the backwards push up. One, two, three, four...... oh god what has he done.]

[ That's....certainly a unique way of counting off, but if that's how Cam desires to start off his exercise regimen, then who is Fred to deny him such? He waits, ready for the go, and once they're off, he begins his own set of reverse push-ups.

It's been some time he's worked these particular muscles in this fashion and so he goes slowly, carefully lifting up and down in moderation. Chancing a look over at Cam, he sees.....impressive. The amazement is evident on his face and in his voice. ]

Is this too easy for you? Should we have begun with something more difficult?

[ He's blazing through these like a champ. ]

N-no! This is fine! S-start off slow, you know?

[He's already starting to sweat. And lose count. What number was he on? 10? 20? He huffs and continues the motion. Avandra, this is awful.]

How many more do we have?

Let's see...

[ Give him a second to recall Cam's last count - he thinks 15? - and then do a bit of quick subtraction in his head - thank goodness for the education he'd received as a child - and theeeeeen— ]

Nine hundred and eighty-five more to go.

[ He says it happily, like this'll be a grand challenge! Let's go, JFC House, let's go!! ]

[Nine hundred?? Oh no. This is not good at all. He considers praying for divine intervention, but one of the core tenants of being a follower of Avandra is that those who take their fate into their own hands are smiled upon. Luck favors the bold!!

Suddenly—] Agh! Leg cramp!

[And he flops to the ground, putting on a big show of clutching his leg to his body. Deception check-]

[ His act is a rousing success, with Frederick immediately lowering himself from his position to stare in concern over Cam rolling around in the same. ]

Cam? Are you alright? Shall I fetch for a healer?

[ DON'T BE DIE, BUDDY and in fact, Frederick's already looking intently around the beach for someone dressed in doctor's garb that he can grab and yoink over to inspect his fallen comrade. Perhaps, that woman over there— ]

[Cam rolls around, groaning in pain. Then, through gritted teeth,] No! I can make it through!

[He makes a show of trying... trying to get back into position but Oh! The pain!] I won't let you down, Frederick!

[Another cry of pain and he slumps into the sand,]

Edited 2018-06-01 01:44 (UTC)

[ RIP Cam Buckland, slain by one too many reverse push-ups.

Such an act really shouldn't fool Frederick, who's seen more than his fair share of lame excuses from various Shepherds over the years, but he falls for it hook, line, and sinker anyway, eyes widening in concern as Cam slumps to the ground in defeat. ]

Cam! Hold on, I'll find you a doctor immediately!

[ And off he runs, diving into the crowds and disappearing temporarily before emerging with a young woman in tow. ]

What's the matter?

[ Time to confess all your sins, Cam. ]

[I mean, if you wanted to dissuade Cam from lying, bringing over a cute doctor is a bad way to do it. He groans,]

I was just working out with my dear friend Frederick here and my leg started hurting like crazy... will I ever walk again?

[The medic goes over his leg, feeling his awesome muscles there, before summarizing that nothing feels injured, so it's probably just a muscle cramp, but he should probably just take it easy for the rest of today. Jackpot.]

[ Frederick, meanwhile, remains oblivious to the absolute success of Cam's antics, hovering nearby like the mother hen that he so obviously is. And when the doctor pronounces Cam's benign diagnoses, he swoops in with a deep frown on his face. ]

Are you certain? He sounded as though he was in extreme pain earlier. Is it really so simple as a muscle cramp?

[ The doctor nods, utterly unconcerned, and stands back up as if to leave. ]

Besides, he has a good friend in you watching over him. [ And, as if to prove her point, she looks straight at Cam. ] Isn't that right?

[It occurs to Cam that he might be taking advantage of his friends' kindness, and the doctor's pointed look really drives it home. Don't judge him! He's already in too deep.]

Right. Frederick's the best. [Cam sits up, rubbing his "wounded" leg,] Muscle cramps can be serious. One time Eldie got a leg cramp in the lake—she almost drowned!

[That is true, at least,] The beautiful doctor must have done the trick though, it's already starting to fade.

[ Said beautiful doctor merely smiles indulgently, the compliment registering briefly before it's immediately shrugged off. Content that patient and worried friend will both be alright, she tells them to take care before meandering her way back into the crowds of people.

Fred watches her go for a few seconds before turning his attention back to Cam. ]

Shall we find you a peaceful place to recover? Perhaps find you a drink?

[ Hydration is good for keeping the body in tip-top shape. ]

hopping on the open log train

wah <3

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i'm dying

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