Log:We're All Mythical Here
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| Participants | 26 June, 2017 A unicorn, a mermaid, and a frosty techno-Viking walk into a park... |
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| Dielle is sitting on one of the picnic tables. Not the bench, just the table. She's got a container of cut up watermelon sitting next to her, and a bottle with ice water in it. She's got a bag of peanuts, which she's using to feed the pigeons. No, the peanuts are not poisoned. Neither are the pigeons. She's listening to Jon and looking quietly happy, in a blue tank top and a skirt, along with sandals. And a straw cowboy hat. Jon wandered back to teh picnic table after helping a kid figure out how to use the laces on a football to his advantage, had a talk withthe kid and his dad and came back smiling to Dielle in spite of his best efforts to be himself. He commented to her, "Good arm on that kid." It's too public of a place for her to be swimming in the altogether -- which is what Etsy would be doing if she were here on her own -- so instead she's wandering along the edge of the water, humming a tuneless little song to herself. A small, blue-grey furry shape follows in her footsteps, bounding along behind her in that particular way that happens when a largely aquatic animal is on land. Her feet don't seem to touch the ground, and her Spring Mantle flares around her in a vivid profusion of greenery and little white flowers. When she spots Jon, though, she changes the angle of her trajectory and bobbles toward the table, humming a siren's song of nonsense as she goes. Dielle sees Jon's smile and her own grows. "Yeah? He gonna throw better than you when he grows up?" She says that like she doesn't even come close to believing it. She offers him the water bottle, and says, "What's his name? And did you make a date to play with him next week?" Jon snerked to the Unicorn and said "Yeah he prolly will I.... um... I don't..." Focus was hard but he looked from Dielle to Etsy to Dee and worked on focus cracking a bit of a grin, "His name is Jerome, He wants to play for the Pats. I tol em... um... I tol em me too. But I don't throw the ball nearly as much as I throw the Q...B..." He lifted a hand to the singing mermaid flagging her down. Wander wander wander, bobble bobble. Etsy doesn't so much walk as she does bob from place to place, like a little bit of driftwood caught on the tide. She bounces on her toes, and doesn't quite touch the ground as she leans down to scoop up the furry creature who follows her and sling it around her neck like she's putting on a fur collar. "Hello, hello, Jon-new-friend!" she calls across the space between them. "Can a friends has to meet? So many colors on friend new!" Dielle is trying to figure out why Jon's so distracted, since she was focused enough on him that she missed the mermaid. But she sees the mermaid now! And now SHE'S distracted, because both furry creature-as-collar, and the speech style. In fact, she's rather charmed, so she waves enthusiastically. "Well, hello there! Jon, you mind doin' the honors? Wow, you're really pretty!" Jon's seen Dielle try not to be jealous. That's kind of the polar opposite of how she's acting now. Like she already likes this person and isn't sure why. Maybe it's a mermaid/unicorn thing. Everyone here is mythical, it's pretty cool. Jon gestured from one to teh other, "Etsy, my girlfriend Dielle. Dielle, Thie is Etsy. I met her at Ian's." He left the supernatural part off. HEy it would work for now. He tipped two fingers in a salute to the Mermaid. "Hey. Didn't really get a chance to say hey. Umm.. yeah." Wording. Not his forte but hey, new person who was at least culturally familiar for him. "Hellonicetomeetyou, Dee Ell that is a girlfriend of New Friend Jon," cheerfully greets the Etsy as she bobbles on up toward Dielle. "Lovely of colors, Dee Ell. Remind me of a Rainbow which is friend of Etsy." She rocks back and forth on her feet, gently bobbling, her siren-song voice meandering through her sentences. Dielle's compliments make the mermaid blush, a blue flush clambering up her pale cheeks, and she flutters her hands in front of herself like an ornamental koi's fins. "No, you," she answers delightedly. "Hello, new friend Jon. Is an Esther Swift is me, hello, hello, properly so. Everyone has a calling of me to be Etsy because of Count began the calling of me as Etsy and it had a sticking to me." She fishes around in her many layers of thrifted clothes and comes out with business cards reading: Esther Swift, Faster Than Light Courier, with a cellphone number. Her sea-change eyes glitter, as if sunlight catches the water in her eyes. Dielle takes the card, and beams at Etsy. Yup. This is a New Friend. "Who's Count? But I like the name Etsy. There's an online business, sells handcrafts called Etsy. It's a cool place. Also, no, you!" Look, it's a Mutual Admiration Society. It's so much more fun doing the "no, you" game when it's compliments. Best way to duel, too, sometimes. Sometimes. Jon let the women babble and catch up even though they never met which, by his estimation left them a lot to catch up on. He wasn't the talking type though, nor did he do the compliments thing and really jsut thank him for that because he was fairly terrible at it. Truly. He sighed and just sat on the picnic table. "Iiiiii knew it." WHat he didn't say but he didn't actually seem bothered at all by this; if anything he was amused And that makes the mermaid laugh: many times people say a laugh is musical, but in Etsy's case? It actually is. Her laughter runs arpeggios up and down the scale, and she bobs up and down on her toes. "No, you!" she returns delightedly to Dielle. Yes, this could probably go on for a while. Etsy is happy to be happy, and the tiny flowers in her mantle bloom all the more profusely with her delight. "Oh, Count... is... a person... " and her voice trails off, her hands flapping absently in the air. "Friend Jon, is the foods a meats?" Dielle offers up the container. "It's fruit. Watermelon, actually. And a few grapes. The meat was earlier. Wait. Can you eat fruit? Or just fish? I sometimes have a hard time with meat. Digestively." She's grinning up a storm and says to Jon, "She's fun! You said you met her at Ian's?" Jon leaned forward on teh picnic table and watched them. It was like a bizzare HGTV show spiraling all over. Finally he said "Hey don't look at me. Yeha. I'm a meat eater. Meat. Veggies. No carbs right now. Sadly... SADLY...we are off carbs again. Lament." He looked up to Dielle and nodded, "Yeah we were working on a project together." Public place; very very vague. Her little nose wrinkles up, and Etsy sighs wearily, "I cannot eats a fruits or a vegetables, or a breads or a cakes or a pies or a... " Okay, Etsy, they get the point. "Not just fishes, but only a meats." She drifts back and forth on her feet absently, swaying back and forth on an internal tide. "Yes, at friend Ian's, house of the greens, for projects, so many." Dielle nods and says, "Sorry to hear that. I had meat today. Jon probably won't wanna go in our bathroom tonight. It's gonna smell REALLY bad. Usually, it's him doin' that." | |
