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[tea_and_murder]

▶ WHO: Jakob tea_and_murder & YOU
▶ WHAT: Event and Early August catch all!
▶ WHEN: July 26th-early August
▶ WHERE: Anywhere
▶ WARNINGS: Nothing right now? Will update/lock if we hit lewd territory



[A. The starfox in the sky]

[ At first, Jakob was skeptic, but there is... one thing that Jakob will always hope for, writing-your-wishes traditions or no. His wish was a very simple one. But a wish that was important to him above all else, including his own well being.

May milord have happiness and nothing but good fortune in his lifetime

Maybe you watched him send his lantern off. Maybe he is chastising you as you complain about the trek up to send these off. (It's not that bad!) Maybe you're trying to rope him into other festivities with some persuading... ]


[B. The Kool Aid. Don't drink it. ]

[ It didn't take much to make Jakob, who is usually on his guard and got a knife ready to strike someone, to drop his guard when the sinless took the form of his master, Corrin. Maybe you watched Jakob begin to reach out for that white haired man with red eyes (at least in Jakob's vision.) before he finally was taken and are on the look to rescue him? Maybe you tried to stop Jakob from walking towards the sinless but he wasn't going to listen. His master is right there! The tone when he utters "My lord Corrin! " sounded so desperate.

There was a point where the retainer caught on the scent was not his lordship. But it was now hard to resist at that point, and more than anything... He wanted to pretend it was his liege.

After getting captured and when he is inside the cage, he is surprisingly not as defiant as he usually is. And not just because his hidden knives were no longer in his possession. He's very quite as he stays in the corner. His cheeks flushed from consuming so much of the wine and his skin awfully pale. And were that moisture brimming at the corner of his eyes? It just might be.

So pardon this probably-drunk butler when a hand reached out for him, whether fellow kidnapped or a rescuer and he is hissing under his breath as he stumbles backwards with a demand of 'Don't touch me']

[C. But what DOES the fox say?]

[ This is during the cycle when the three moons are out. Maybe you are out and about and the next time you know, there's this butler with his hair completely undone, fox ears adorned atop his head, the tails swishing behind him as he stared you down with golden eyes that were supposed to be purple.

A clawed hand reached up to caress your face just after this person?... creature? tackled you. ]

[D. Wildcard]

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Wildcard, backdated to some time around the 7th

[fractaljesus]

[Yaha-kui zaShunina might be an unfathomably old cosmic entity, but he's only been among humans for about half a year at this point--nowhere near long enough to develop much of a sense of style. Usually, he just wears the skintight black bodysuit and white cloak he'd had since manifesting on Earth, but he's had a few opportunities since arriving at Lunatia to try the chromawear, to... mixed results. No one had ever bothered to tell him that shiny gold lycra leggings should never be mixed with a green sweater so oversized it's falling off his shoulders, or... whatever this is. He'd worn them at the insistence of the local prismals, and for one with no concept of what constitutes fashion, he doesn't mind at all.

Clearly this cannot stand.]

[tea_and_murder]

[ INDEED THIS WILL NOT STAND.

Or at least it won't stand for Jakob. If the locals were not gonna say anything, then this butler was. ]

What in the hells do you think you're letting yourself walk out here wearing? [A curious prod at that offensive (to him) top. ]

btw I'm just going to assume they're on the streets of PrismaPlace

[fractaljesus]

[The locals aren't saying anything because this is what constitutes high fashion in Lunatia. Welcome to the 80's, Jakob.

zaShunina stops at the sound of Jakob's voice and looks down at the pink sequined monstrosity he's wearing, puzzled by his question.]

A jacket, skirt, and boots. [Jakob had only asked what he's wearing, not why he's wearing it. Not that zaShunina sees anything offensive about it to begin with.]

[tea_and_murder]

[ Of course he would answer literally... Of course.

A sigh as Jakob pinches the bridge of his nose. Just. Breathe in and out. He's getting better about getting unnecessarily snippy. But this tested him. ]

Even though any skirt would suit you... I must ask Why? [He used to question the bodysuit but now he misses it suddenly in comparison to... this. Jakob will never get used to this fashion culture, it seems. But damned if he didn't try to have a say.]

[fractaljesus]

A group of native Prismals insisted. [And he saw no reason to deny them since it's just clothes. Humans and prismals seem to consider naked body exposure inappropriate in public, but so long as he is covered, then his appearance shouldn't be objectionable, right? Why does it matter which clothes? As far as zaShunina is aware, this outfit does not possess any symbolic details that might be considered culturally inappropriate. He's even gotten a few compliments from some rabbit-eared Prismals since switching his Chromawear to this. But perhaps there is something about it that Jakob specifically finds offensive?

Humans are confusing.]

I can restore my original clothing if you find these bothersome.

[tea_and_murder]

That won't be necessary. Just... [Another sigh as he looked the anisotropic up and down once more. Maybe it might be partially the butler never used to the 80's aesthetics. (but won't admit it.) Yet. ]

Allow me to offer to help you find outfits that will flatter your build better. You could say I have an eye for coordinating outfits. Nothing makes a better impression to people than having a sense of coordination for what you wear.

[fractaljesus]

Style is a subjective concept. [Aesthetics are in the eye of the beholder, and though zaShunina does have a preferred aesthetic, there isn't really anything comparable in this three-dimensional world. Fractals and geometric shapes, perhaps, but across multiple higher dimensions such that simple third-dimensional beings can barely perceive a tiny fragment of it. Needless to say, such aesthetics are in short supply in Lunatia. Human aesthetics escape him entirely.

But perhaps surprisingly, zaShunina nods his assent.] I consent. I want to make a good impression; please assist me in this matter.