An Open Log!

[namestrees]

WHO: Lloyd and whomstever has the misfortune of joining me in here!
WHERE: Coffee shop. A NORMAL!!! Dog park. Just generally around???
WHEN: TIME IS A MEANINGLESS CONSTRUCT
WHAT: A cool app showed up on the phone, and that's cool and all, but also he's got places to be and things to do.
WARNINGS: idk man probably none



1. Your name is spelled SUPER wrong on the cup

[While Lloyd's been in Kaisou for a while, it's taken a bit to really get settled. Having little to no actual documentation of who the fuck you are kind of complicates things, after all. (That's just kind of what happens when a guy takes you in but doesn't trust anything about the government.) But he has finally! Managed to get a part-time job! At a place, even! It's not the nicest coffee shop. But it's local, and they make things, and they were willing to pay him in cash, and that's really all that matters, right?

Besides, Lloyd's willing to work, and do it with gusto.

Anyway, for now, he's calling out into the (pretty damn empty) standing-room only of the cafe, holding up a cup.]

Yo, I got a oat milk lavender latte?! [He didn't pay attention if you specified if you wanted it hot or iced. In fact this might not be what you ordered at all. But he looks so damn proud-- and there's latte art?? Come on, dude, come get your coffee.]


2. Someone's gotta walk the giant dogs

[What else does Lloyd do? Specialize in walking massive dogs, of course. He's a frequent flyer at the dog park, usually with someone's saint bernard or bernese mountain dog, or samoyed-- today it's a pair of great danes, pulling at their leads, thin tails whipping back and forth like maniacs in their excitement.]

C'mon, guys, chill out a bit. [At least he doesn't seem bothered by it at all, holding the leads easily. His chastising is more like general complaining, and he rolls the leashes to pull them in closer, opposite hand going to start scratching ears.] Fine, fine. Just don't go too far, okay?

[And those leads get unclasped, just for the pair of horse-like dogs to go bounding gracelessly-- possibly straight into someone, clipping you with their bulk as they continue on to go play in the fountains and with the other smaller dogs.]

--Oh, geez, sorry... you okay?!


3. An ~Item Regain~

[Everything has been a little... weird since the other night. The weird app that won't go away. The shining lights in the sky. The weird feelings.

Just like now, as he's coming to a stop on his bike, attention caught by some sort of container washed up on the side of a local pond. That he knows is his? Even though he's never seen it in his life. He kicks the kickstand down, dismounting the bike, and places a hand over the small fence between the path and the park to hop over it and approach.]

....This is so weird.. [Yeah, he's talking to himself, even as he feels compelled to pick it up, to open it--

and let forth a massive deluge of stagnant pondwater. Pondscum, algae, and who knows what else. Old, water-logged duck feathers, sticks, tadpoles, mosquitos-- the entire contents of a grody-ass pond just torrenting forth out of this stupid thing he picked up, swamping over himself and absolutely anyone nearby.]


4. WILDCARD

[either tag me with whatever and I'll roll with it, or contact me on plurk, discord, or PM to plot something out...!! Lloyd can be found all around the city, with the exception of somewhere boring like libraries. Come hang out and do some crafts at a public workspace- He'll be carving stuff, or making jewelry for his Etsy shop. Correct his math on something, help him fix his bike, literally whatever, I am good with!]

Comments

FOR ZELOS :']

[namestrees]

[Okay, so he's fucked up a lot as a barista today, and got side-lined into local deliveries. Which is fine, because honestly? He kind of likes getting to run around and learn the area and meet people. Also? Tips. Always great.

Anyway, he's knocking on the door, coffee held in left hand (with that ridiculous blue compass tattoo across the back of it), and right returning to rest on his hip. His style is definitely something that could be hipster, if it was intentional at all- An open flannel shirt over a dark tank, suspenders, skinny jeans-- and a doofy-ass demeanor that doesn't match the look in the slightest. His hair is flopped one way, and he's got a dangling earring on the opposite side. So just.... Enjoy opening the door and seeing this, Zelos. Hope you planned on having a crisis today.]

1/3

[wilder]

[Zelos wasn't planning on having a crisis today, no! His roommates are out, so he was mostly just watching TV on the couch. He wasn't expecting anyone to come to his door, so it's weird to have the door knock. Buuut whatever, maybe one of his roommates locked themselves out. Adol probably, Ana would knock much more aggressively.

So he'll get up and head for the door. In a laisse-faire manner, he'll start talking as he opens the door]

What did you lock yourself out Ado-

2/3

[wilder]

[Except...that's not the red guy he's had as a roommate the past six months. Oh no. Zelos stops dead in his tracks when he sees who it is, his face losing what little color it had.

It's the other red guy. The guy who he really counted on not seeing again]

-- Lloyd?

[The name comes spilling out before he can stop himself]

3/3 DONE

[wilder]

[-- And then the rest of his panic catches up. Oh sweet Martel Lloyd is here why is he here, why is he at this door-

Excuse him as he immediately tries to slam the door closed. He is NOT dealing with this. No siree!!!]

1/2

[namestrees]

Yeah- [He's looking at the sharpie-written name on the cup.] Fernando, right?

[namestrees]

[----nvm, the door is being slammed right in his face.]



[Well that's annoying. Okay. He's just gonna slam his fist on the door in a bit louder knocking. And shouting at the door.]

Hey! It's $6.50, Fernny!!

[wilder]

[Zelos groans as he hears Lloyd through the door perfectly. Why is that voice there? And also, why is he calling him Fernny??? Is he trying to be an ass on purpose so he'll open the door again??

So he'll shout through the door]

You're hilarious! I'm not opening the door! So get lost!

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[arcanistic]

[........you know, Alphinaud was actually getting out of his room for once, going beyond the university campus to maybe! Finally! Explore and not worry so much about his dad figuring out he swapped majors. You know, actually learn to be a student and not a shut-in.

That's proving to be very different from what he's used to back home, what with the hired help around the house and constant studies keeping him busy. He can't exactly complain about it, though- it's completely unlike France, and he's finding he doesn't mind.

So he's settled into the coffee shop here, mostly for people watching and some light reading- of which is going to be interrupted with a bit of a startle at Lloyd's shout. Uh... Alphinaud takes a moment to look around and notice he's pretty much one of the very few in the place. He... doesn't remember ordering that, but if that's what the guy says, then, it's prooooobably his?

Alphinaud gets up, waving his hand in an effort to let Lloyd know he heard him. He places the backpack by his chair down, and if Lloyd takes a look, he may notice the bag is... rustling?? Just a little. At least it's not a long walk to get to the counter, and he smiles just a little. The latte art is cute, that much is true.]

Ah. That, I believe, is mine.

[This is how you do social stuff outside the phone, right? Right.]

[namestrees]

El Finode, right? Is that Portugeuse?

[lloyd stop.

He's handing over the drink, though-- and yeah, his attention is absolutely caught by a moving bag. It's... rummaging? And so, confused, he'll point to it.]

Uh... I think your bag's trying to escape.

[arcanistic]

Alphinaud. [It's not condescending in the least, just a reiteration. He can't help but chuckle just a bit.] It's French, though I can't blame you for not recognizing it, or knowing how to pronounce it.

[Of course, Alphinaud blinks just a little at the statement after, before sighing and shrugging.]

Yes, it does do that- nothing to worry about, I assure you. It's just my sleeping dog, he's fine in there.

[Eeeeexcept that zipper on the bag sure does pull itself down, and out pops a very aqua-colored snout and head. UH... THAT REALLY DOESN'T LOOK LIKE A DOG??? The fact that it also puts two tiny aqua paws on the edge of the bag opening and gives a "mreeeehh!" kind of sound as a greeting doesn't help either.]

2 EYYY I'M WALKIN HERE

[thavnairian]

[Amal is walking his own dog, which is definitely not a dog, but rather a giant red fluffy chicken with a little princess tiara on her head. Luckily she is unfazed by dogs, what with her dignified stare, but the moment the dogs get too close they get a gentle but firm shove from her wings towards the other dogs in the park.

Amal picks himself off the grass but he looks delighted.]

Dogs! And such big ones too!! I want to—

[Wait, there's a guy standing there.]

Are those your dogs? They're huge! Can I pet them? Are they friendly? What are their names? How old are they?

i heard that as the crabs from finding nemo

[namestrees]

[--There's a lot to take in here. The two danes are galumphing about, sniffing at the giant chicken and giving the odd 'boof!' of confusion and curiosity and excitement. Also there's a giant chicken with a crown. Also there's this guy that he knocked over asking him a bunch of questions...???

yolo, he'll just roll with it, offering a hand to help the guy up.]

No, they're not mine. But they are friendly! She's Boon, and she's Doggle. [He points at the solid gray one, and then to the black and white one.] I th...ink they're about a year and a half?

[Question's answered, he snaps his fingers with a grin, pointing right back at Amal!]

Okay, your turn! Same questions for your emu!!

[thavnairian]

[This is part of the Kaisou Experience (tm). Amal gladly takes that offered hand. He has a surprisingly steady grip, though it's thankfully brief.]

Boon and Doggle! Well met! [Yes he's talking to the dogs. And scritching the ears.] You're such good dogs!

[Oh. Well, fair is fair.]

This is Lady Dansara. [The bird seems to curtsey.] She's a chocobo! And the noblest lady you ever did meet. I think she's about seven, though I couldn't tell you for sure since I didn't raise her from an egg. Through thousands and thousands of malms we've walked, she's been my constant companion, rain or shine.

[He beams like a proud parent.]

She can fly, too! Though I admit, flying around here isn't a good idea—if you go too high, you might run into an airship... or one of those little... smaller things. [Drones. He means drones.]

And I am Amal. Pleased to meet you, ah...?

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[droptheious]

[Varian doesn't have a dog to walk in the dog park. He doesn't even have someone else's dog to walk. But he does have a raccoon. Albeit a chubby raccoon who definitely is sitting on his shoulders as opposed to walking himself, but Varian thinks that's good enough to be in here. He wants to check it out since he heard it was forbidden. That's just asking for a teenager to poke around in here.

He's busy on the lookout for the people in cloaks when he gets barrelled over by the dogs. He lands with a graceless thud in the dirt- Ruddiger clambering onto his prone body to chatter angrily at the dogs departing forms, sharing a little raccoon fist like a grumpy old man. Varian groans as he hears a voice talking to him. ]

It's okay, I've had worse- Ruddiger get off my head- just...gimmie a sec.

[To lie down face-down in the dirt. It's fine, he's fine.]

THE FORBIDDEN PARK

[namestrees]

[There were probably signs. Signs such as 'Do Not Look At The Dog Park'. Or 'Dogs Are Forbidden At The Dog Park'. But that would require a willingness to read the signs, and that's something Lloyd just does not have. And so here he is, bringing in giant dogs that don't belong to him, in the Forbidden Dog Park, and having them completely barrel over a dude before running off to go piss on things.

But. Uh. This kid has a raccoon? Cool. Even if he's taking a dirt nap.]

--That your Raccoon's name? [Lloyd crouches down to lightly jostle Varian's shoulder, as if to make sure he's okay-- though he's careful to keep his fingers away from the chattering, angry raccoon. Rabies, man. He does not even wanna deal with that.]

We can probably find you a place to lay down that's less likely to have dog pee on it, if you want.

So forbidden, so desirable

[droptheious]

[Who needs signs when there's a mystery to solve? If anything, they just deepen the mystery, right? Make it all the more desirable to solve. Varian seems to be enjoying the dirt nap. Or rather, he's staying there until he feels the shoulder jostle. He groans, pulling himself into a sitting position, then making a soft ow noise, and pulling the monkey tail that's definitely attached to him out from under him.]

Every time.

[That seems to be muttered at the tail situation more than anything else. He's still getting used to the stupid thing. Ruddiger hops down, eyeballing Lloyd cautiously. ]

Yeah, sorry, that's him. He's just..protective. [He rubs the back of his head.] Thanks, I think I'm good, just...gimmie a second. Those are uh- big dogs.

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[whatsamada]

[After spending a considerable amount of time in Kaisou, Ken was fully prepared to see some strange things at any given moment. Between this world giving him some horse shoes and finding his Evoker in a gallon of ice cream? Anything goes.

So when he was walking around the park, he wasn't pay attention. Instead, he found himself suddenly being surrounded by a pond around him. He knows he should be surprised but he wasn't. What he did was look at the person nearby before giving a sigh.]

Are you going to be okay?

[namestrees]

[ --Yep, that sudden flood of water coming out definitely knocked him on his ass. Ken comes across him while he's hacking pond scum out of his throat, hands rubbing at his skin to try and get some of the slimier patches of algae off.]

I- yeah. I- [Another hack. Ugh, he inhaled some. Okay, when that fit passes, he's wincing, but seems a bit more under control.]

Okay. Okay. yeah. I think I got it....

[Though he's gonna eye that innocent looking container that got dropped on the ground mistrustfully, even though it's just sitting casually in a mucky puddle like it didn't just dump enough water to give an elephant a bath.]

I definitely was not expecting that.

[whatsamada]

[At the same time, as Ken looked him and then back at the container. He couldn't help but wonder how all of this managed to come from a small thing.

Then again, he shouldn't question it.]

I'm assuming you're not use to the various things that happen here, are you? This isn't anything new.

[Again, he should be surprised but he wasn't! As his eyes were on the taller boy, he wanted to be sure if he was truly okay. Waiting until he finished coughing, he did look around to see if there was a water fountain nearby. Perhaps they could go get something to drink?]

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[poisontippedcure]

[The coffee shop is...remarkably empty today, which is probably why Rose found her way in. It's been a rough few weeks, and she's been craving nothing but caffeine. In her fugue state, she doesn't remember ordering. In fact, she doesn't even remember entering the coffee shop.]

[But she's here, and there's a coffee, so it's probably hers? She doesn't know much about coffee, but it sounds decent. Perhaps she should ask Rhel later.]

I suppose that must be mine.

[She walks up to get her coffee, and she's extremely ready to be incredibly critical. Except, when she looks down, it looks really good? And smells really good? And someone has drawn a little picture on her cup?]

Did you do this?

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[namestrees]

Hmm? Oh, yeah! [There's a bright, idiot grin at the question. He may not be good at a lot of things, but if there's one thing he is good at, it's detail work with his hands. So of course he'd happy to nerd about it.]

It's kind of cool to do-- you have to get just the right texture of the milk so that the contrast in colors is high enough-- and then it's just about how you hold the cup and the pitcher, and... you can do stuff like that!

[It's just a basic latte tulip, but whatever.]

Doing that kinda thing with it makes the day go by quicker, if nothing else.

[poisontippedcure]

I see. I can't confess to being very good at crafts myself, but what you've done is impressive.

[Aka she can draw, but that's the limit of her abilities. Once she tried to cook. It ended with her kitchen nearly burning down. It's (probably?) fine.]

[Normally Lloyd's enthusiasm would drive her off, but it's been a long month, and it's nice to see someone so earnest. She takes a sip, and smiles.]

It's delicious, too.

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[findingways]

[ There is a bit of a strange sight at the dog park today - among all the rest of the dogs at the park, there is also a miniature pig running around and playing with them. The pig doesn't necessarily seem phased by the two large dogs bounding over, and reacts with the same kind of excitement that the other dogs have with the additional playmates.

In the danes' rush to reach the other dogs, though, they knock into Moana and cause her to stumble to the ground.

But despite a bit of a rough landing, Moana is laughing as she brushes off the concern. ]

No worries, not the worse fall I've had. But wow, they're sure ready to play, huh?

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[Okay, but pigs are great pets? Smart, loving, just enough to get into a little bit of trouble. The dogs run off to play, freed from their leashes, and Lloyd is immediately going over to the girl who'd fallen back on her ass, offering a hand.]

Yeah... I think they know they get to just let loose once they're at the park.

[And who knows, maybe the owner doesn't have time to bring them here themself. He doesn't ask, tbh.]

So... is the pig with you?

[findingways]

[ She takes his hand, and with his help gets back to her feet and brushes herself off. ]

I mean, yeah, that's fair.

[ She takes a glance over to the group, making sure that the pig was okay amongst all the dogs, before turning back to him with a grin. ]

Yup! That's Maka. She loves coming here too.