This is a roleplay blog for one of my OCs, specifically a Wellie named Alan Earl Days.
I will tag similarly as I do on my main WHF blog @we-joyless-few , but I will also include these tags:
#rp
a tag to indicate it’s a roleplay post!
#ooc
a tag to indicate it’s not a roleplay post!
#daily happenings
personal/main tag
#lore
for any asks/posts that give more lore/backstory into Alan’s life
#story rp
for longer rps with other people!
#letters
for asks
#oc story
mini fic
#messages back and forth
for back-and-forths between characters
i tag people’s ocs’ names (if provided), and different story rps will be tagged with their titles (if applicable) :)
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Info About Alan (under the cut):
Pronouns: he/they
Occupation: Dishwasher at [redacted] Pub
Favorite Flavor of Joy: Strawberry
Likes: Frolicking, smiling, laughing, having fun, his job, rainbows, mysteries!
Dislikes: Bobbies, Joy Doctors, Anton Verloc, the dark, and the people who took his beloved Carolyn Days away…
Further Info:
Alan is a simple man who doesn’t ask for much. He prefers being kind and civil rather than causing too much of a ruckus.
However, ever since his life partner- Carolyn Days -was taken from him for reasons he doesn’t know for certain, he has gained a secret interest in investigating and solving mysteries.
He has one vinyl record that plays The Make-Believes’s last songs they played together as a band. He also has an alarm clock that reminds him to take his Joy!
He dreams of becoming more than just an average person, but for now he’s content in his day-to-day life.
Finally found this old thing… It was buried under moving boxes and dust and- ugh, never mind that.
I had a lot of growing up to do. Thankfully, time has passed to allow me to do that. [The original next sentence is scratched out]
Some very unfortunate things happened, but they’re just blurry memories now. It hurts to remember.
I’m just thankful that I am free from… whatever it was that happened. Dice, Cassie, Sykes, Lionel… I care for them all so deeply, and I definitely took them for granted when I was in that awful headspace…
I found Carolyn again. She didn’t recognize me at first, but when she did, she just smiled and welcomed me to her new home. I politely declined her offer for tea and just bid her well. Were it all that time ago, I’m sure I would have made a big commotion, and that’s never fun, is it?
In summary, I’ve taken the time to become a better person. It wasn’t easy, and there were certainly some… intense things that made my healing backtrack for a while, but I’m not the same Alan I was back then.
My name is Tilly Wyndham, but you can call me Ms. Wyndham, if you'd like! I just wanted to say it's an absolute joy seeing a new face in Wellington Wells, although I suppose I could've seen you before! The memory does get fuzzy for one around the edges, yes? Anywho, I hope you are having as lovely a day as I am!
Cheers,
Ms. Tilly Wyndham / @tillyonjoy
Salutations, Ms. Wyndham!
It is always wonderful to meet new and old faces over and again! I hope Wellington Wells has been treating you gently, and I hope to speak to you again soon!
It’s official… Dice and I are through. I guess we’re friends still, but I don’t feel relaxed enough around him right now to spend any significant amount of time with him.
It’s okay, at least I still have Lionel and my other friends…
AED: The Peridot Premonition Board, uh… I was right.
DK: Which part?
AED: …Yes.
DK: [sighs] Come on, elaborate a bit.
AED: Kingsley told Cassie what happened before he told me. Peridot is alive… Well, not sure if they still are, but they were.
DK: [raises their eyebrows] And then what happened?
AED: When I found it out, I, uh… had one of my episodes.
DK: Where you get a bit loopy and overexcited when you find out you were right about your quote-unquote “conspiracy”?
AED: Yeah…
DK: You usually do that in private. What was so bad this time?
AED: Cassie saw. And she got scared, for numerous reasons.
DK: I don’t blame her.
AED: I don’t either. Hell, I expected her, Kingsley and Ed to leave me. I wouldn’t have blamed them either.
DK: Seems you’ve gained a good enough bond with them, then. That’s good!
AED: [sad tone] Yeah…
DK: What’s wrong?
AED: I… kinda wish they did.
DK: What? Why?
AED: It would be what I deserved. I keep so many secrets, Dee. I can’t help that I do…
DK: You just need to learn how to accept their trust in you. Let yourself share a bit.
AED: [desperate] Dee, I- I can’t. If they find out everything, they’re really gonna hate me!
DK: Well, what if they don’t hate you?
AED: Wh-what?
DK: What if you’re wrong? What if they don’t hate you? What then?
AED: …I mean, I… I don’t know. I’ve never thought of that.
DK: Maybe try considering it as an option for what could happen. If it helps, maybe you could put it on your board. The… Alan Assistance Board, or something. [laughs] I’m not always great with stuff on the spot.
AED: [laughs a little too] I’ll give it a shot. Thank you, Daisy.
DK: No problem. Now, remember, you’ll need to work on getting them out. Just be careful.
DK: Good. I’ve been in hiding since… everything, so I just wanted to make sure… Anyway, I did some digging and found some stuff pertaining to what you asked for. [hands over a manilla folder] These are dupes of the documents, so do with them what you please.
AED: Oh gosh, thank you. Thank you so much.
DK: It’s no problem, friend… How did you get out, by the way?
AED: I had to do some… special favors, if you catch my drift.
DK: Heh, yeah. I totally get it. Do you think the others will be able to get out, too?
AED: For sure. I set up a “deal“ for every time I have to pass through there.
DK: Good. [shyly] Come visit me sometime, yeah?
AED: [smiles softly] Absolutely. You’re one of my best friends in the whole world! …I wish I could visit more often.
DK: I know. I wish you could too. But for the safety of me and you, I know it’s for the best.
AED: Yeah… [hugs them] I need to head back, I’m sorry. KD is gonna start getting suspicious that I’m not at home…
DK: Don’t worry, I totally get it. I’ll be where I told you I’d be. Come find me there, or I’ll get FP to deliver you a letter pertaining to my location. [giggles] He’s a good little mailman.
AED: [chuckles] I bet, he has the right canter for it.
DK: Yeah… Alright, trot along, superstar. I’ll work on getting things situated for when you all can get out.
I talked with that Friend fellow. He’s so sweet, albeit visibly traumatized by something.
He also seems agoraphobic, which I don’t blame him for! He bid me adieu with something about looking out for Joy Doctors, so I’m guessing that’s where that came from. That, and he’s already so shy.
He told me he has something to tell me when I see him next… I have no clue what it could be about, but I plan to see him again soon.
The cold air of the Village made Alan Days shiver as he made his way to the building where they kept records of (almost) everyone. He gave some pleasant, “Lovely day for it”s as he walked past the few other Wellies who still decided to walk around despite the weather.
“It’s only getting colder, I swear,” he mumbled to himself, able to see his breath in little wisps of white in front of his face. “Ah, here we go.”
He arrived at the building and remained as polite and unassuming as he could while entering. Several constables were stationed throughout the building, which inevitably made him quite nervous. Stepping up to the counter, he gave a smile. “Lovely day for it! Might I get a looksee at some documents? I’m trying to find someone so I can return something they lost!”
The constable hummed in thought. “D’pends, who are ya lookin’ for? I don’t want ya snoopin’ ‘round like a certain other fellow who caused a lotta ruckus.” He chuckled bitterly and sized Alan up with his eyes.
Days tugged at his collar under the scrutinizing gaze, feeling uneasy. “Well, I have the name here. I had to do a weird trick with a low-ink pen and pencil to be able to write it for some reason, but anyway…” He slid a small slip of paper across the counter with a name written on it.
With an inquisitive look, the other picked up the paper and read the name. “I ‘aven’t ‘eard this name in a hot minute,” he softly said, his expression softening. “‘E doesn’t use this one anymore... Such a shame, too, it’s such a nice one. Whatever makes ‘im ‘appy.”
The Wellie felt quite confused at this point. “What’s his name now? I want to make sure I return this diary to the right person.”
“Go to The Hamlyn O’ Courant and ask for one ‘Friend Placeholder’. There’s only one of ‘im, ever, so if ‘e’s not there, ‘e’s either out sick or… on ‘oliday,” the constable explained. “Oh! And go at an hour when there’d be no one else workin’. ‘E’s got a special schedule.”
Alan nodded. “Thank you so much. Have a lovely one!” he called over his shoulder.
It’s so strange, every time I try to write the name [illegible indented letters] in relation to the owner of the diary, all my writing supplies seem to run out of ink, but only for the name.
I seem to have misplaced my first diary, but I found another, older one laying around that isn’t full yet, and a separate one (which is the one I shall use in the meantime)!
It’s odd, though… I don’t remember writing any of what’s in here… i don’t think the older one is mine.
