kaisou | He's the guy in red when everybody else is wearing tan

WHO: Anthony J. Crowley and OPEN
WHERE: Network / A park bench in town / wildcard
WHEN: Aug. 23, Afternoon
WHAT: Intro
WARNINGS: PG-13 - language

1 - Small Community Park

A shady spot on a park bench under a large tree was serving its purpose as a temporary residence as Anthony sat next to a cardboard box full of treasures, many of them gifts of badly drawn versions of himself in the child artist's medium of choice - crayon, with his feet propped up on his suitcase full of clothes. He stared at the new app on his phone before finally completing the log in process, taking a selfie of himself looking cool in a new pair of shades, and settling on an appropriate username...

2 - Video - Network post - un: 007Nanny

I can't find anyone 'Professional' to give me some advice on this so I guess putting my trust in a strange mystery app and a bunch of strangers is where I'm at right now. I woke up couple of days ago to find my eyes changed. They're all...

[ A vague uncanny gesture. ]

Yellow, and not a single one of the Optometrists I've been to has been able to even see that there was a problem! 20/20, perfect vision, maybe you need to see a shrink!

[ At this he whipped the shades off in dramatic fashion revealing his new golden yellow eyes and his decided inhuman looking snake-like pupils. ]

Does this look like a psychiatric condition to you? I'd appreciate some advice if you've got any.

3 - Wildcard

Anthony will be avoiding Cathedral Hill as for some reason he finds the place sort of spooky, but feel free to run into him anywhere else. He is currently between live-in Nanny positions and might be carrying his worldly possessions with him. He is also wearing a new pair of shades, even at night, which if you knew him before the app downloaded would seem unusual.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

There's actually two things I alternate between. I either order a Neapolitan cappuccino more cappu than ccino and I always want them to make sure there's no more than four ounces of milk or I order a venti traditional misto with soy milk and two blond shots, Affagato and ristretto. I also get 3 vanilla pumps at the bottom, then add the coffee and add two more pumps after.

[Are you seeing the evil yet?]

[ An eyebrow lifted for truly this was the most evil coffee order he had ever heard in his life. ]

Then you leave without tipping?

[ That's the only thing that could make it any more diabolical. ]

How did it happen, first the eyes changed and then the rest?

Oh, no no no. Even I'm not that evil. I still tip.

Actually I just woke up completely changed, but there are people who just change a bit at a time.

Is there anyway to prevent changing? No offense but I'm human, I like being human, there has to be some way to stop this?

And I liked being able to reach a door handle without a foot stool. Unfortunately if there is a way to stop this, I wasn't able to find it. I also wasn't able to find a way to reverse this.

Yeah, that's not happening... I could deal with being red and ordering overly complicated Starbucks, but I don't want to end up crawling around on the ground.

Oh, I don't crawl. I still walk around upright. I'm just...well...

[He shifts the camera so his cat is in the shot, making it very clear that Moxxie's not much larger than said cat.]

I'm a bit smaller than I was.

That's a big cat.

[ Being held by a small person... imp. ]

Doesn't that make it hard to get around?

I mean...yeah, he's kind of big, but...most of it's me.

And yeah, being this size is pretty inconvenient, actually.

[He can't drive a car, and because his legs are so short it takes him forever to get anywhere.]

[ He can't drive a car! Such suffering on Earth would be unthinkable! ]

Are there any advantages?

Well...uh...

I can heat up my coffee without a microwave? I don't need oven mits?

I don't need oven mitts! I haven't for years!

[ Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. ]

I really don't need a pair of horns.

Well, then it sounds like we're going along similar paths, then.

I mean, neither do I, and yet...

I can't deal with this sober...

[ Time to go get lost in a bottle! ]

Yeah, when I first changed I spent about a solid week completely drunk while I drank all the wine in the house.

I'd need a house in order to do that.

[ The sad fate of being temporarily between jobs. ]

There must be a bar nearby I could drain...

Well, okay it's an apartment not a house, but...

[But someone can still drain an apartment of alcohol just as easily. After all that's what Moxxie did with his own. Unless...]

Wait, do you not have a place at all? Are you homeless?

I'm not homeless... I'm between things.

[ Technically homeless, yes. ]

The kid I was hired to look after is old enough now that he doesn't need me and I couldn't find anything else in the week's notice I was given. In light of all this however spending a day or two on a bench doesn't seem so tough.

I mean...you still look human. Pretty much, anyway. If you'd be willing to run errands for me that require that whole 'looking roughly human' thing, I'd let you crash on my couch until you found something new.

As long as you like cats, anyway.

That's really decent of you. Way more decent than I would expect an imp to be.

[ Being in a spot however, maybe he shouldn't be too suspicious of the kindness. ]

I don't have a problem with cats. It wouldn't be for long anyway, I've been shopping my resume around.

I mean...it benefits me, too. It's kind of a pain not being able to even walk into a store without being mistaken for a possum.

[And having someone who he can give a list of errands to that can go into stores would be handy.]

A possum? They actually think you look like a possum? You don't look much like a possum to me.

[ Slow grin. This was news to him.

And to be truthful if a bit wicked... it was funny. ]

I can see how that could be annoying.

[ Who would sell groceries to a possum? ]

It's a deal. Where is your flat at?

Apparently.

[And he sounds quite irritated at that.]

I'll send you the address.

[He'll get a text message with Moxxie's address on it.]

Right. I appreciate it.

[ He would call himself an Uber and be right over, temp roomie. ]

Text again if you need anything picked up before I get there.

[He'll get a whole list of things texted to him, including an overly complicated coffee order.]

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