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maskormenacelogs2017-05-10 11:44 am
admemoriam) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-05-10 11:44 am
and i'm still more amused by tv shows.
WHO: Noah Czerny and YOU
WHERE: De Chima and the Meadows
WHEN: May 1st-31st
WHAT: Open Log
WARNINGS: See thread headers
[ a. "the one where i dress as a dinosaur" ; open to all ]
[It's a particularly warm, humid day in De Chima, and the sidewalk, crowded by a local brew festival, isn't exactly helping the comfort level.] Excuse me, coming through!
[Neither, for that matter, is the kid in a dinosaur suit currently trying to skateboard through the masses. He's holding an expensive-looking video camera over one inflatable shoulder.]
Watch the tail, ma'am! Sorry!
[This is clearly a situation that requires some sort of explanation.]
[ b. "the one where i find a caterpillar nest" ; closed to the meadows ]
[It's early evening, and Noah is stretched out on the lawn, just under a small copse of trees in the shadow of the farmhouse. Nearby, Fluffy the llama is destroying a defenseless shrub, but Noah is distracted with another important matter.] Say hello to the camera, Beans! [He points his camera down in the vicinity of his knee, where something small and squirmy is making its way across the fabric. Approaching him, it becomes clear that there are far more of the little wriggly creatures on and about him - one hangs down in front of the lens, blocking part of the shot.]
Nacho! That's not helpful.
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WHERE: De Chima and the Meadows
WHEN: May 1st-31st
WHAT: Open Log
WARNINGS: See thread headers
[ a. "the one where i dress as a dinosaur" ; open to all ]
[It's a particularly warm, humid day in De Chima, and the sidewalk, crowded by a local brew festival, isn't exactly helping the comfort level.] Excuse me, coming through!
[Neither, for that matter, is the kid in a dinosaur suit currently trying to skateboard through the masses. He's holding an expensive-looking video camera over one inflatable shoulder.]
Watch the tail, ma'am! Sorry!
[This is clearly a situation that requires some sort of explanation.]
[ b. "the one where i find a caterpillar nest" ; closed to the meadows ]
[It's early evening, and Noah is stretched out on the lawn, just under a small copse of trees in the shadow of the farmhouse. Nearby, Fluffy the llama is destroying a defenseless shrub, but Noah is distracted with another important matter.] Say hello to the camera, Beans! [He points his camera down in the vicinity of his knee, where something small and squirmy is making its way across the fabric. Approaching him, it becomes clear that there are far more of the little wriggly creatures on and about him - one hangs down in front of the lens, blocking part of the shot.]
Nacho! That's not helpful.
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for junseo.
Noah is sitting on the front porch, swatting mosquitoes off of his skinny arms. He looks especially small in a borrowed T-shirt, a torn, black contraption meant for someone much larger than him. When he sees Junseo, he offers the meekest of smiles.]
Hey. Thanks for coming.
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He does know that he's put off talking to some of the people he had less than friendly encounters with when he was under the mistaken impression he was a soviet soldier, however, and that hasn't done a lot to mend weird tears the whole fiasco made. As it is he's been slipping on and off of the far at night to see his llama without actually approaching any of the boys who live here, and even Junseo knows that's pretty piss poor behavior.
If a guy lets you use his farm to keep your llama then the least you can do is apologize for breaking his arm in a dream.
Still, he looks a little nervous as he shuffles towards the porch, but still stays firmly in the front yard, not daring to walk up those steps yeah. ]
Yeah... your arm looks--
[ He pauses. He's already had this dumb conversation with Abigail where he cut himself off midway through commenting about her lack of gaping wound. Does he really need to have a repeat of the "oh yeah that was just a dream so you wouldn't actually be hurt" conversation?
He presses his lips together, and glances around them for anything that could be used as a conversation starter to fill the awkward silence, before settling on a less than helpful-- ]
Uhm...
for opal.
[Noah leans back against the railing, stroking his chin as though there's some philosopher's beard there. He looks down at the board, then at Opal's hooves, then back at the board.
Teaching a tiny satyr how to skateboard isn't something Noah ever expected to do in his life (or afterlife), but he certainly isn't complaining. He's always been a nurturing person at heart, and so much about Opal reminds him of Adele in the most heartbreaking, heartwarming way.]
Hm. Hold both of my hands this time, okay?
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She doesn't think duct tape would help. ]
Okay.
[ It's easy to work with Noah and easy to trust him. She likes him for all his oddities and the sometimes sad looks he seemed to have but then he had a really sweet smile and she pondered often enough at the range of Noah and if having a good smile meant you were actually happy or not.
That's all neither here nor there as she pokes the skateboard with one of her hooves and then holds out her hands for his. ]
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Either the likeness of a terribly maimed rockrender or a cousin species.
…Or, much more likely, an entirely unrelated creature from any number of planets or galaxies or dimensions…
Nonetheless, he blinks, looks around, then (with a mental and under-the-breath 'what the hell') decides to follow it.
Something resembling a real-world hunt is a welcome change of pace from the sudden unexpected and unwelcome onslaught of CIS-Republic-Empire-Alliance politicking.]
[OOC: maybe to rescue Noah-Rex from traffic or pedestrian collision or some completely other intervention of your choice?]
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[Noah turns the camera towards himself just as Cassian takes up the chase, and he notices his visitor in the monitor.]
Dude, there's some adventure guy behind me. [He laughs, trying to angle the lens to get a better shot. His narration is cheery and amused.] I wonder if he thinks I'm a real dinosaur.
[This doesn't seem to concern him too much, at least not to the degree of actually stopping and explaining the situation to the poor guy. Instead, Noah just starts loudly singing the Jurassic Park theme.]
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Cassian vanishes from Noah's trail.
Only to suddenly reappear from a completely different direction—some miracle of shortcut triangulation—to throw himself directly into Noah and knock him to the ground.
A few seconds before the two cars that he'd seen on a collision course swerved to avoid one another, and one passed right through the spot Noah just then would have occupied.]
[OOC: IDK, it's the phlebotinum…?!? If I should figure out something that makes a bit more sense, let me know ;-) ]
dino suit
that little blond thing that nearly runs him over, and more importantly, almost makes him spill his beer.
noah gets a flat stare for a long moment, interrupted by the mug lifted to his lips, to take a deep swallow of the beer, and finish it with a conversational query - ]
Why are you like this.
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[Noah tries to reach out to snatch the beer from him with his free hand, but it turns out it's a little difficult in an inflatable dinosaur costume.]
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[ he might look like ronan, but he isn't, and endearment is not a language john murphy is willing to speak out loud, aight? unless, apparently, your name is emori, but noah's still a little too shiny to be her. shiny in the soul or something.
bad people like bad people, okay? ]
dinosaur suit!
Curious, she reaches out to poke at the shoulder that doesn't have a camera on it. ]
Excuse me, what are you doing?
a.
the skateboard.
A lizard-type creature.
With a person inside.
She has to take a tiny leap back in order to avoid getting her toes run over by the wheeled plank on which he seems to be .. er, what? Standing? Riding? Travelling?]
Is that a costume or has it eaten you? [She sees that it's some kind of plastoid fabric.] Oh, no. It's not a real lizard. Can you even see in that thing?