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@fluoresnow
Skeptical cryptid investigator, midlife crisis YouTuber, unwilling human glowstick.
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Salem's nerves start to relax as Joey explains and puts a hand to his chin in thought. “Hmm…let me see what I've got on the shelves. Can you describe what exactly you saw? That'll help narrow down the criteria.”
He crosses the library floor and begins to rifle through the spines of various biology texts. “I'm pretty familiar with the local woodland myself, so if there's a new species, that'd be some pretty juicy footage for your channel. Why don't you grab a seat? I'll bring over a few guides to gloss through. You want a coffee or anything as well?”
As long as Joey is fixated on his newest project, he won't have to worry about the little whirlwind display he witnessed. Something begins to eat at the back of his mind. If this is a new type of species…what exactly is it?
With the invitation extended, Joey glances around a bit before finally taking a seat over near the small cafe. Better that than trying to navigate through the mess of books and paper that was littering the floor elsewhere, he figures.
A large backpack is dropped to the ground next to the chair, and Joey settles in, pulling out his phone to flick through it. He hadn't managed to get a good photo of it, and the video quality had been kinda shit too, but it's at least enough to jog his memory. "Definitely fox-shaped, but it was larger than any fox I've ever seen," Joey calls, swiping through the meager evidence he has. "Like the size of, I dunno, a collie or something. Not huge, but definitely bigger than it should've been. And its markings were kinda weird too- y'know how typical red foxes have those black paws and ears? Its' were white. Otherwise it looked like a red fox."
It's a Layton multimuse but its probably mostly going to be that bastard. pspspspsing at hte like. 5 of you layton roleplayers out there ok thanks byeeeeee :]
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WINTER ACTIVITIES - ROLEPLAY STARTERS (ice-cold laughter · warm breath in the air · disasters disguised as fun)
ICE SKATING CHAOS & CLOSENESS
“Don’t laugh— I’m trying my best not to fall on my face.”
“If I slip, you’re falling with me. That’s fair warning.”
“Your hands… hold them steady. I’m trusting you with my life here.”
“I didn’t expect you to be this good on the ice.”
“Stop skating circles around me, you’re showing off.”
BUILDING SNOWMEN & CRUMBLING PATIENCE
“No, no— that’s not how you build the base. Here, let me.”
“Hey! You can’t steal the carrot nose, that’s cheating.”
“I swear this snowman looks like it’s judging us.”
“Stop collapsing it on purpose, I can see you laughing.”
“You’ve got snow on your eyelashes… don’t move.”
SNOWBALL FIGHTS & PLAYFUL WARFARE
“If you throw that, I promise you won’t win this battle.”
“You missed— horribly. Are you even trying?”
“Oh, now you’ve done it. That one actually hurt.”
“Stop gloating and help me up, you menace.”
“You know, tackling me into the snow is basically cheating.”
HOT CHOCOLATE & WARM MOMENTS
“Careful, it’s hot. Don’t burn your tongue like last time.”
“You have whipped cream on your nose… don’t move.”
“Why does hot chocolate taste better when you’re here?”
“Come sit by the window with me. The snow looks pretty from here.”
“Don’t hog the blanket— scoot closer.”
HOLIDAY MARKETS & WINTER CROWDS
“Hold my hand— I don’t want to lose you in this chaos.”
“Look at these lights… feels like another world.”
“Here— try this. I bought two in case you hated it.”
“You’re freezing, aren’t you? Take my coat.”
“Don’t pretend you didn’t stop to look at that. I saw your face.”
SLEDDING DISASTERS
“If we crash, you better promise not to blame me.”
“Sit closer, or we’re both falling off the sled.”
“Okay, that was definitely faster than it looked.”
“I can’t believe we wiped out that hard— are you okay?”
“You’re laughing way too much for someone who face-planted.”
MAKING A FIRE & GETTING WAY TOO CLOSE
“Can you pass me the matches? I think I’m losing feeling in my fingers.”
“Sit closer— the fire won’t reach you from there.”
“You’re shaking. Here… hands.”
“Snow outside, fire inside… feels like a movie, doesn’t it?”
“Your cheeks are red. The fire or me?”
GINGERBREAD & HOLIDAY BAKING
“You can’t just eat the decorations— those were for the roof!”
“Stop stealing the dough, it’s raw!”
“I swear you’re making a mess on purpose.”
“Hold this— no, not like that! Oh no…”
“You’ve got flour in your hair. Come here.”
HOLIDAY MOVIE NIGHT
“If you choose the cheesy one again, I’m leaving.”
“No— don’t fast-forward. That part’s the best.”
“You can lean on me if you’re tired.”
“You fell asleep… and now I can’t feel my arm.”
“We’ve watched this so many times, and you still gasp.”
GETTING SNOWED IN TOGETHER
“Well… we’re definitely not getting out until morning.”
“Stop pacing. Come sit with me before you wear a hole in the floor.”
“You’re cold— here. Blanket.”
“I guess we should talk… unless you want awkward silence.”
“It’s weird— being stuck with you doesn’t feel bad.”
NEW YEAR’S EVE TENSION
“You know the countdown doesn’t require staring at me like that.”
“If you want someone to kiss at midnight, say it.”
“Hey— stay next to me when the fireworks start.”
“The crowds are loud… stick close.”
“Don’t pretend you’re not hoping I’ll ask.”
WINTER HIKES THROUGH THE QUIET
“Careful, it gets icy around this bend.”
“Listen… everything’s so still out here.”
“You okay? You slipped— I’ve got you.”
“Your breath is making little clouds. It’s kind of cute.”
“I didn’t expect the cold to feel this peaceful.”
Des's foot tapped rapidly against the pavement, pouting and puffing on her cheeks apparent but not the foot itself. Childish, stupid, dumb, and all the other words that could describe Joey in that instance flooded her head. She had half the mind to walk over there and grip his neck and shake him like hell. Don't ask her how she'd do it based on their height difference. Des would figure it out, but first she had to figure out the hot feeling on her face. He couldn't be seen like this. In this attire, he was very much still Professor Desmond Sycamore. Sure, it was unlikely that anyone would be around, especially someone who actually knew him, but it didn't dismiss the possibility. Some stranger could come out here for who knows what reason, and then see Des blushed out like a schoolboy with a crush. This was hardly a crush, even. It... Well it was about to be nothing if Joey didn't knock it off.
"You really want to know?" Des started, voice higher and more innocent-sounding than it had been moments before. Their red eyes blinked cutely, their free hand moving up to poke their finger into their cheek. They looked like the sweetest piece of candy, perhaps a caramel? Until she rose the hose up and pointed it directly at Joey with the deepest scowl she could muster at the moment. She set the setting on high and let it hose all over his body. Des directed it away from him for a second before shooting upwards so the water hit his hair. She'd rather not get that pretty face damaged if she could help it, even if he did deserve it... "Turnabout's fair play. Now quit acting like a smartass and keep cleaning without making a fool out of me."
Joey doesn't buy that faux-innocent look for a moment, but that doesn't mean he's fast enough to escape; he is—both literally and figuratively—hosed. A small yelp escapes him as she strikes him first in the chest, soaking through his shirt without mercy. The real dig, however, comes when she tilts it upward.
"Ah—FUCK!" The petulant lilt to his words is perhaps best described as whining, raising his hands to try ineffectually to ward off the spray—but with the nozzle set to such a narrow setting, even a moment spent under its assault is merciless to his carefully styled mane. He ducks away behind the car to shield himself, grumbling as he squeezes water out of the mess.
"Turnabout my ass!" he calls back, wrinkling his nose as his hair flops down over the right side of his face. Utterly unsalvagable, he can tell—he'll be spending another long hour in the bathroom fighting it back into shape. "You sure that wasn't more like a declaration of war?"
“Oh, that? That was…uhm…a little reorganising." Like Hell is Salem about to blurt out what he was actually doing to accomplish that task.
As he lets go of Joey's hand, goosebumps form on his neck and down his spine. Shaking his hand had a purpose- to determine what Joey was. Normal humans aren't supposed to see magic, and just his luck, Joey is one of them. Salem needs to lie his way out, but if he can't, he'll have to do something he doesn't want to do…
“I can clean it up myself later. Anyway!" He changes the topic a little too quickly, avoiding eye contact as he wrings his hands together. “What brings someone such as yourself to my humble little establishment?”
"Oh, er, yeah. I'm here for a video, and I was just looking for a quiet place to sit down and work for a bit, that's all." Joey reaches up to scratch the back of his neck.
"I guess I was expecting something a little more like a public library, but some folks said you might have a few things on the history of the area...? Especially the flora and fauna 'round these parts. Usually consider myself pretty decent at ID-ing the local wildlife, but I ran into some weird little fox-lookin' thing yesterday and like hell if I know what it was."
There it was, the pinned back years, the tone. She had pissed him off. He steps back and she _ducks_ for cover. Susie’s father had given her enough the last few days that the thought of anything more would likely have catastrophic consequences.
Her jagged teeth bared, a deep diaphragm growl erupting in warning. Then stopping as the keys spun. “Fine, I’ll go home. You should probably practice talking to people more. I hear shut ins turn into creeps.”
Oof - that one's a bit of a kick in the teeth. This time he can't stop his nose from wrinkling a bit; it's hard to when admittedly she has a point. It takes some effort on his part to force his ears back to a neutral position. He's heard worse. He can handle some pissed-off comments from an angry teen, even if they're a bit more than he bargained for.
"Okay," he says. Acknowledge it and roll with it. "You're probably right about that. Ain't the first time my stupid mouth's gotten me into trouble."
"Look, I meant what I said. I'm going home for the evening. If this is the best place you got, I ain't about to kick you out, alright? I'll leave you alone, kid."
There are a hundred other words he wants to follow up with - how to insulate a car better. Offering a key to one of the others; one that actually still has a working engine. Wondering if there isn't surely some place in town that's open 24/7. He has to bite his tongue against them, since asking clearly hadn't gone well thus far.
"Argh—fuckin'—gimmethatyoulittleshit—girl, darling, baby, you have GOT to stop eating leaves—"
Cue another round of creative swearing under his breath as he fishes out debris from places under the hood that he didn't even know leaves could get to.
"You're losing blood" no I know exactly where it is. The floor. Don't ever underestimate me.
"Are you thankful for me, snowstorm?" ~
Crystalline eyes flick upwards, coy gaze meeting her own. An amused smile tugs at Joey's lips as he raises his eyebrows in faux innocence. "I'm surprised you even have to ask, Magnolia," he drawls. "But if I were a betting man, I'd say you just wanna hear me say it."
"So to answer that... yes. Of course I am. I'm thankful that you allowed me to stay aboard the Bostonius, even though I didn't have the same skills to contribute as Layton and Emmy. I'm thankful that you took the time out of our trip to teach me some self-defense and fencing. I'm thankful for every late night we spent talking and drinking, I'm thankful for that one memorable night that somehow turned into karaoke and racing on the outskirts of Torrido... I'm thankful that Emmy gave me the photos that she took of that night, too."
"And I'm thankful that you came back to see me, 'cause truth be told, I never thought you would."
A smirk plays around his mouth, accompanied by a feigned roll of the eyes. "Forgive me for holdin' out on you, darlin', I just didn't think you United Kingdom types did Thanksgiving."
@mimikip-stuff
"My Hellcat! My beautiful beast. The love of my life with eight hundred fucking horses crammed under her hood. She can make some supercars eat her dust."
".....Anyway. It needs a bath."
What are your plans for Thanksgiving? Visiting any friends or family, or just having a chill day?
"Mmmmm..... Think I'm gonna give the Hellcat a bath."
If he said that name again, god, was he closed to backhanding him. Push him to the ground, make him see who he's truly attempting to oppose. Descole has made himself relatively clear on what he has the power to do and what he has done. He also believed that he made it very clear that that person didn't exist anymore. How many times was he going to have to make that clear to Joey? How many times before he accepted the fact that this cannot happen? It only took three words. Three, little words. But Joey kept singing their praises, as if he had no choice in the matter. There was nothing to butter up, nothing to save. It would take the thespian five seconds maximum to stab their sword through their heart and make their dying breath one of regret. It was so easy, especially since his foolishness wasn't going to allow him to do that exact thing to them. How absolutely moronic.
"Your dismissal of my involvement is a stupid stance to die on, Mister Flores. Yes, Bronev was the mastermind behind Targent. Yes, Bronev was the one with too many guns and bullets he knew what to do with. However, answer me this, Joey. If those Legacies had never been dug up by myself, would they ever? Would Targent have any idea where to look? I don't think so." Descole's sword was pulled out with her free hand as it pressed against the end of the shotgun pointed to the floor. "So I was despicably foolish, and had I not been there to do what all I did, who knows where we would all be now. I know where I would be: where I belong, alongside my family. And yet here I am, continuing to disappoint and distress them." He sighed, "is that not an answer enough? I thought you were a family man. I am without family, without consideration, without care. I do not care for the human race. Does that not extend to you? Do you not wish to mirror my disdain and distrust?"
A family man, Des says, like Joey's house isn't empty save for himself. His eyes narrow, but he pushes that one away too. He's not even sure if it's intentional or not, but he won't be drawn into this game that she keeps trying to get him to play.
Still, the drawing of her sword does not go unnoticed, resting pointedly against the end of his own weapon. He's not immune to the danger it poses; he may be remarkably good at steadying his nerves, but he still suspects he needs to tread carefully with his next words.
"No," he says quietly. "I don't. Call me stupid for it all you like, Des. You don't have any idea what you're asking me to do."
It takes effort to snuff out the sparks of resentment that are produced alongside those words. Resentment because although he doesn't know them—not really—they should know what it's like to be consumed by them. They, of all people, should know why he doesn't want to be.
But they aren't him, and he's seen Descole and Desmond alike wield their anger as a weapon. What he hasn't seen is any indication that they've ever felt like they're drowning in it. He envies that, some nights, when he allows the frozen sea to crack just a bit before it's sealed back up again.
Des' speech is flourishing, theatric, but once he thinks over it, he finds no answer to his question hidden among their words. Joey's brow furrows in thought, gears turning. Try as he might, he can't shake the idea that Des doesn't have an answer to those sorrows and despair he'd claimed to cause.
So he wants Joey to provide him with one.
"I think they would have," he adds slowly, glancing down once more to the sword. "Targent. You said they'd been operating since you were a child. Nothing's ever guaranteed, but that organization's ambition was bigger than any one person. They would have gotten there eventually."
"Maybe it would've been better. Maybe it would've been far, far worse. Maybe they would've unleashed the golems without anyone to stop them. Maybe they would've wiped us all out. Maybe I would've been one of the billions of people caught by surprise when those things descended out of the sky; maybe they would've moved slowly enough for the states to have some warning, and I would've gone down with a bit more of a fight."
"... We can stand here and come up with 'maybes' all fuckin' night, but there's no point in it. It's not what happened."
"I don't get why you want me to hate you so much. Why you keep lyin' your ass off to try and get me to. Hell, why the fuck you came across the fuckin' ocean to bother me about it. Pretend I said it if it makes you feel better, but there ain't nothin' stopping you from leavin' the way you came in, sweetheart. If you're not gonna do that, at least put the damn sword away so I can go pour m'self some curaçao or something."
Susie’s scowl deepened more as the man offered even more help was offered to her. If one were to look hard enough they would notice that she had shrunk, only barely.
“No.” She feigned looking at a phone that had never had service to begin with. “I don’t want some weirdo watching me while I sleep.” The teen threatened softly, grabbing the opposite door and pushing it open. She would find another place to sleep. If she was lucky the school was open.
“Next time just fucking say you don’t want me to sleep in your car.”
"Kid, I don't fuckin' care. Ain't my car, remember?" Snowy answers, his ears twisting back slightly at the suggestion that he would ever own such an ugly thing. Don't take it personal, he reminds himself, fighting to stop his nose from scrunching. He steps back, swinging the keys of his repair shop around one finger. "I'm heading home for the day either way. I just don't wanna come back and find you froze to the seat overnight."
does snowy prefer vintage movies or newer movies? has he got a favorite?
"I wouldn't say I prefer one over the other. Lotta vintage movies are shit. Lotta recent movies are shit too. Y'know, far be it from me to declare what is and isn't good entertainment, but I generally like stuff that's cohesive... Doesn't treat their audience like they're stupid, and doesn't try to pull some artsy-fartsy bullshit that's either boring or gross as hell."
"That all being said, I dunno if I have one particular favorite. Blues Brothers comes to mind as somethin' I like to rewatch once and a while. Knives Out and Glass Onion were real good.... Uh.... what else? I dunno, I don't watch a lot of movies lately."
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Salem does his best to regain some composure, clearing his throat and straightening out his vest. “Oh! Of course- right! Yes, welcome to the Cozy Nook Library. I'm the owner, Salem Drake.”
He approaches the newcomer, taking in his appearance as if trying to get a read on him. Dark hair with a faint hint of white poking out at the roots, irises that resembled the bluest ice, and the tiniest scent of peppermint. Salem extends his right hand for a friendly shake accompanied by a welcoming smile. “Wait a minute…I think I've seen you somewhere before. From that YouTube channel! You're…it was Joey, right?”
A brief raise of the eyebrows is the main indication to Joey's surprise. "Eh, yeah, that's me." He gives a quiet snort, grasping Salem's hand in a firm shake—well-suited for the stubborn personality that shines through on his channel. "Still a bit weird to have people recognize me, but hey. Nice to meet you, Salem."
"Uhhh—anyhow, don't mean to interrupt if you're in the middle of closing up shop for the day," he adds, his gaze briefly drawn back to the mess of papers and books scattered about the floor. "Or... Whatever experiment you had going on there."
