nysalogs | hopping on the open log train

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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. ]

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[Rocket is much like a dog and also the WORST RACCOON EVER, but rather than admit he doesn't bathe properly, he'll just... be a twat about it.]

Ever since I got into a boat and almost got drowned by a sea monster since landing here, I've been so shook about water, sir.

[He could not possibly sound less sincere.]

[ Why do people even hang out with Rocket, what positive qualities does he even have.

Very few, probably, but Frederick is determined to see the best in this mangy oversized rodent. Or at the very least, try to understand the mangy rodent's point of view.

Every ounce of sarcasm in Rocket's voice is completely lost on Frederick, who stares forward solemnly, appalled by this terrible series of events. ]

Would you like any help in easing your way back in? Certainly you don't plan on living the remainder of your life in fear?

[ He sounds way too sincere. ]

[NONE??? He's terrible.

And also this backfired terribly. This is the Natha saying unto him "you're a dick, you deserve this." See Rocket. See Rocket be uncomfortable.]

Uh... It's not that big of an issue, man.

[ It is, in fact, a HUGE issue, but one that can certainly be rectified with time and effort. Just like most other things, really. Rocket's refusal does very little to deter Fred from inserting himself into this (nonexistent) problem, and in fact, only serves to spur him on further. ]

Are you certain? I assure you it would be no trouble.

[ One of the kids pauses in his sand collecting to yell, "Swim, squirrel, swim!". ]

You keep out of this, kid. [The children who were once his sources of amusement have now turned on him. The situation is now out of his control.

And his brilliant mind is turning circles to figure out how to extricate himself from this mess, and realizing he just snapped at a child over something he shouldn't have ANY REAL EMOTIONAL STAKES IN, he clears his throat and tries to play it off.

He's so good at this.]

I mean... Yeah, no. It's not necessary at all.

[ Frederick remains unconvinced by Rocket's assurances, but drops the subject for now. For now. ]

If you insist. But if you ever change your mind, you're more than welcome to contact me.

[ Him, a stranger on the beach who hasn't even given his name. Actually, it would be kind of hard to follow up on such matters without a name to attach to the furry face. (Though surely there can't be that many mutated talking rabbits walking around...)

Bowing is impossible given that the sand is now halfway up his thighs, but he manages a serene nod all the same. ]

Sir Frederick, at your disposal.

Rocket, at the service of nobody. [Now he's just being contrary. He plops down on the sand, feeling like if he really does run from the situation he is proving he's a coward.]

Is that what you do all day, Sir Frederick? Help the poor and unfortunate?

[ Don't be rude, Rocket. Didn't your mother ever teach you better than that? But Fred sails right along, determined to ignore the terrible attitude in front of him. ]

Of course. Knights are meant to be protectors of those less fortunate, though I daresay it would behoove any person or creature to aid the less fortunate. Wouldn't you do the same?

[ He looks so expectant, don't disappoint him now. ]

[his mother had an IQ of 3 and ate her young when they showed minor flu symptoms. that probably explains some things.

At least this is actually a topic he can not be a total disappointment about.]

I'm one of the Guardians of the Galaxy. That's kinda what we do. [For a profit.... But you know, Rocket's actual moral backbone is stronger than what he says it is.]

'Guardians of the Galaxy?'

[ That sounds appropriately lofty and important, and leads Frederick to view his furry friend in a completely new light. Maybe he shouldn't have been so dismissive at the beginning. ]

Are there many of you guardians around?

[ Please, regale him with tales. ]

Four outta six. [And all it takes is that little bit of interest to get his ego going. Suddenly, he's no longer feeling threatened. Even the kids are intrigued, even though he probably shouldn't be talking about this around them- they're kids. No one's gonna believe them.]

I'm the brains of the whole bunch.

[ The brains of the group, eh? ]

Well, I certainly can't see you being the muscle.

[ No offense, but he's just so small. Fun-sized, really. But never mind that, Frederick's listening properly now, even if he does have one question. ]

Four out of six? Do you mean that four of you are here and two of your are not?

[ What happened to the missing two.... ]

None taken.

[Because that "no offense" was definitely implied and even if it wasn't, it is clearly how Rocket is interpreting it.]

Four of us are here, the other two are still in stasis. [He waves a hand, trying to be dismissive about something that still rubs him raw.] By order of the Celestials or whatever.

Order of the Celestials?

[ He's never heard that phrase before. A quick look at the children reveal that they're all still happily shoving sand in places it really ought not go and not really paying all that much attention to them, and so he lowers his voice a touch to ask: ]

Do you mean the Orbiters?

Yeah, them. [He gives the children the same cursory glance and while they're not paying attention, he's still trying to be discreet about it. As much as he hates rules, he likes being alive and not back in stasis.]

I don't think for a second that they don't pick and choose who stays and who comes out.

[ Of that, he's not so sure. He wants to have faith in their unseen overlords, since as of yet they've done nothing to provoke or harm any of them. But he's never been one to trust easily, and the fact there are still so many questions left unanswered doesn't exactly sit well with him. ]

I suppose it wouldn't make much sense for the majority of those waking up to be children incapable of protecting themselves. Do you disagree with their choices, thus far?

[ Assuming there were even choices made. ]

[Does he? Well, they haven't woken up anyone evil, even if they won't jettison them into space... Except for that guy that Sansa killed once and now he's fucking back again. There's probably a few others El Nysa could do without, but ultimately....]

Guess not. [He scratches his chin, uncomfortably.] There's people here who didn't get anybody waking up with 'em, I guess.

[ Truly #firstworldthesaproblems, not having a friend to walk the sandy beaches of Flona Cove with. But he understands, to a degree. Things are always easier when the familiar are around.

He looks at Rocket, curious. ]

Do you worry about those who are on there own here?

[ That would be surprisingly soft, if so. ]

[The only thing soft about him is his coat! ....Most days.]

Not really. It ain't like they're not surrounded by hundreds of refugees, some of 'em just as bad off as they are.

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