I like, ehhhh... little things people discard.

Side Blog for Look Outside's Morton

[fidgetcricket]

There's an awful clatter as a trashcan lid falls to the ground, the culprit in question rummaging through the contents while muttering under their breath. It's... not exactly human, that much is obvious beneath the shabby clothes where two pairs of arms can be seen picking through discarded refuse before the creature lets out an excited chirp at a particular find. It's... a phone? A very old, very durable Nokia of all things. How'd that even get here? Whatever, it's his now. The creature chirps again, clawed fingertips excitedly tapping away at the clunky old buttons. "Ehhh… little bits-and-bobs… odds-and-ends. Doo-dads. Knick-knacks. Brick-a-brack… ehhhh... it shall suffice."

~ Mun Stuff ~ Hello there! This is just a silly side blog for Look Outside's Morton, a game that currently has me in a rabid chokehold. Feel free to pester the cricket man while I try and get to grips with this... what's it called, RP again??? Regarding rules... I don't have many to be honest? It's just common courtesy stuff like don't be a creep and we'll get along, and I'll read your rules and respect them. Just here for some silly fun tbh, can do small one-liners or extended threads. Can't follow back as this is a side-blog unfortunately but my main is @oculusxcaro!

[fidgetcricket]

@aidenthetv was found HERE!

The TV flickered on, Aiden opening his eyes groggily and letting out a small yawn. He looked up and yelped loudly in surprise, four large arms springing out from the bottom and two smaller arms from the left and right sides. "AH! OH MY GOD-" He curled in on himself, staring up at Morton in fear, shivering slightly.

At once Morton pulls back, all four hands raised in an apologetic manner for accidentally frightening the person inside the screen. Doing so hadn't been his intention and upon seeing Aiden curl into himself like a small animal that had been caught by a particularly fearsome predator, Morton not only felt a pang of remorse but also empathy, recalling how he was to be fed to a frog before the Visitor changed him. Still, he can't help but mutter one of his typical comments as he studies the odd limbs tucked beneath the shivering screen. "This television is... ehhh, counterfeit." The scavenger scoots back, pulling something out of his bag to fiddle with as Aiden was given some much-needed personal space to calm down. The object, some sort of broken pen(?) makes an odd popping sound as he messes with the clicker. "My apologies if I startled you. It was not my intention to do so."

[fidgetcricket]

There's a random, untouched TV on the floor.

@aidenthetv

Morton stares silently at the appliance, fingers flexing in an uncertain manner. Not suspicion, no - more like indecision, for it did seem like a very nice television and not only that, it was remarkably intact! It had not been destroyed by other Cursed like so many items he'd found. A find like this was most fortunate but still the scavenger... hesitated, quite literally weighing up his options. "Ehh... most cumbersome. It is too large for me to carry so easily but it is a very nice television. What to do, what to do..." Situations like this called for rare words and Morton muttered one as he crouched down, hissing 'imbroglio' under his breath as he jabbed at a button.

[fidgetcricket]

Wellllllll Morton, those are some mighty sweet words to describe the best astronomer! Could it be that a certain cricket finds Beryl *ahem* attractive? *nudge nudge wink wink*

"E-Ehh!? To say such things, it is... ehh, preposterous! Fabricating such canards, twisting an innocent observation into something so slanderous... it is... ehh, abstruse, that anybody would think to say as such!" Morton's shabby robes look even more unfitting as he hunches over, two sets of hidden arms frantically twiddling with his chosen item of the day. Apparently the comment had thrown him off, sending him into some sort of strange ritual to regain focus before continuing to voice his displeasure. "I merely wished to disagree with somebody else's description of the astronomer. I am a cricket. We are not inclined to find humans... ehh, attractive, though her eyes are indeed a fetching shade of green from what I have observed, are they not? They are a spectacular shade of grass, ehehe..."

[fidgetcricket]

what kinda words would you use to describe beyrl then morton my man?

"Beryl." Morton corrects softly, raising a claw. The cricket man hums and haws for a moment, letting out his signature ehh while searching for words he considered more suitable for the astronomer.

"Bodacious. Effervescent. Resourceful. Ehh, Yearnful. Lucid. These adjectives are contextually more accurate than terms like repugnant. That was a word most, ehhh, mendacious to her character."

[fidgetcricket]

Psst, gun anon (and whoever sent an ask to my Spider @under-the-stares), I promise I will get to replies soon, hopefully by this weekend health and time permitting!

[redhairedfish]

morton + aster's amulet = <3

[fidgetcricket]

@the-littlest-menace asked for a favor HERE!

The guy in the vents has stolen one of my things! I need a really specific and weird screwdriver to open them so you’re my best bet at having one. Pretty pretty please can you help me get it back from him?

Oh. Well. This was a different matter entirely, one that was of a most serious nature. Despite his usual misgivings about trusting the child, Morton can't help but hum thoughtfully. He thinks he knows who or what she's talking about. The strange, goo-like person who'd taken to slithering around in the vents... Those were his vents! They'd been most useful in getting around, and now they were occupied by some... some squatter. Anarchist! Nester! Interloper! Vagabond! One who'd now stolen from Sophie. Clearly, his crimes would only get worse. "Ehhh... I do possess a nice collection of screwdrivers, yes. Recently I acquired the type suitable to open up the ventilation shaft. Flathead, good magnetic force. It is very... ehhh, special to me." A quick rifle through his bag confirmed it was still in his possession. He had... ahem, found it when rifling through the belongings of one of the maintenance workers. Morton never mentioned this fact to anyone, lest the imposing janitor took offense. But before he handed it over, the cricket held up a claw. "What kind of... ehh, plan did you have in mind to get back whatever the person in the vents stole? I do not wish to be, ehhhhh... interrogated by your mother in the event you are devoured or end up stolen yourself."

[fidgetcricket]

Hey Morten I know we’ve had our differences but I need your help

@the-littlest-menace

"Ehh... what sort of help could you possibly need, you... you..." Morton trails off, one bug-like hand wagging at Sophie while the other has a tight hold on his overstuffed bag. He's suspicious, all too aware of the child's tricksy nature but at least he's listening? "... Rascal."

[fidgetcricket]

there is athere is athe{re is athere is a g} gun

Now, Morton hadn't lived this long by being foolish but there was - is a gun, and scavengers like him knew this was a prized find. Far too good to pass up and ignore! His fingers itched, eager to reach out and just... stash it away in his bag for future trading, strange and forboding letters be damned! "Ehehehe, come to Morton, you.... you are a gun, ehhh, yes?" Hard to tell in this strange world hidden inside that odd cartridge Sam had picked up a while back, but wherever there were trinkets to be found, Morton just had to have them!

[fidgetcricket]

Three beady eyes can be seen blinking in the distance. He is so curious to know what tu's... what was that word people liked to use these days, beef with Sybil?

[boingaloingg]

A polite dusting of Mortons for my Morton-munchers out there.

“Ehhh… I also do not heart Montreal.”

[fidgetcricket]

Also I do not need any more muses but I am admittingly very interested in this goober.

[fidgetcricket]

// Sorry to have been a bit quiet this week! Tackling poor health and long working hours again but hopefully will start perking up tomorrow for a smol response or two!

[fidgetcricket]

What kind of cricket are you anyway?

"Not a pet cricket. I was... ehhh, kept in a case with several others like myself. I recall them disappearing one after another, then later learned it was because they were all fed to a frog. I was the last one left when... ehhh, the outside happened. Night turned to day, and was so briiiight..." It was hard trying to remember that far back before he'd changed, living in a small box before that fateful night when the Visitor arrived. Life was good now, full of many lovely things he could collect and stash away in his ever-growing hoard. The only thing he really missed was grass, the taste of which was now a vague memory of something he half-recalled, yet wasn't entirely sure if he'd ever ate it at all. He wanted grass cooked, something normal crickets didn't eat. Maybe it was just a fleeting memory of his past life, mixed up along with his body and everything else. All Morton knew was that if he tried it, tasted it, it would finally put all those confusing thoughts to rest.

[goblindeeez]

I doodled this icon for my bf :3

I drew Morton but the rest of it is stolen from the game lol

[shutterbug256]

Oh! U-uh, I was never one f-for crosswords.

I prefer m-manga…

S-say!

H-have you ever… r-read anything like that?

[fidgetcricket]

Morton was about to comment that he could have sworn he'd seen a crossword book in Lyle's apartment but decided against doing so. It hadn't been used until Sam grabbed it, the pages pristine and clean as though their former owner had barely cracked the cover before setting it aside. A shame, really. Lyle seemed like he had the talent for crosswords if he'd only just give it a try. "I do not like manga. It has... ehhh, far too many images and not enough words. The drawings. They are a distraction." These words were delivered with a shrug, Morton's shabby robes rising and falling as he described one novel in particular he'd stumbled across during his scavenger hunts. He understood the appeal of visual novels, really he did. It was just that Morton was the only one that focused on literature that trying to follow a graphic storyline took away from the experience. Nonetheless, he was determined to try and find some common ground with Lyle. The Shutterbug was an engaging individual who made time for others and listened to their interests, so it was only fair to do the same for him. "This manga I procured.... ehhh. It was about an alien who came to Earth and lived amongst humans, fighting other aliens and monsters who threatened his loved ones and home. It seemed to be a sequel so I only understood some of the story. Perhaps you would enjoy it better if I... ehhh, brought it to you?" Maybe... they could read it together?