☆ Newton Pud! ☆

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Following up on an announcement made by @thegoobiedoober on Pinky Buflooms' blog (@therosequeenofbunkum) regarding the LBP askblog roleplays, I've decided to put Marlon (@marlons-musings), Tiramisu (@tiramisuwastaken), Techexe (@techexe), Serial Designation O / Murder Drone Vera (@disassembly-drone-o) and Newton (@newtons-notes) on hiatus indefinitely as well.

Techkit (@itspronouncedtekkit) and Pomeg (@pompompomeg) will stay open for asks, however, as I'll admit, I'm too attached to them both, and Pomeg isn't involved with the LBP fandom. However, Techkit, as she is, is now peacefully living her life alone in the Manglewood Tech Labs without Gustavo or Irene around. I've decided to revert her on her blog to back before she properly met Vera or Irene for personal reasons, that I'm sure some of my mutuals understand.

I had a wonderful time roleplaying with you all. Thanks for the memories <3

~ moth

(@call-531-0000) A large, grungy woman limped into the studio, the door previously being broken down by Pinky Buflooms. However, this was not about her...

The woman had an unnaturally large grin and a missing eye, her teeth comparable to a horse, and her hair messier and puzzling than a labyrinth. She did not look to be in the best conditions.

She leaned against the wall and coughed a bit, keeping her grin plastered on her face, her eyes darting her surroundings.

"Wwhhere iss shee?" She spoke out loud, her voice raspy and hushed.

Newton hadn't noticed the woman right away- he'd been watching a movie with Marlon in the living room, the latter of the two laid across the former's lap, asleep. When she spoke, he finally did take notice of her. He whipped his head around, staring directly at her.

"Who are you?" Newton practically whisper-yelled, pausing the movie and carefully getting up. He was a bit afraid and confused- he'd never seen this woman before and she, admittedly, seemed a bit scary-looking. "Actually, how did-"

He glanced at the broken-in door. Oh.

She let out a nasty-sounding phlegm-filled chuckle, her shoulders bouncing to the rhythm of her laughter.

"You don't nEED my Name..." She had a very weird way of emphasizing her words, albeit unnecessarily. The plus-sized woman blinked, tilting her head.

"Where. Is. Hildurr?"

"Hildur?" He (sort of subconsciously) stepped back, mulling it over. "I don't know. She was in the basement earlier, but nobody's seen her for a bit..."

He glanced behind the woman, at the now-broken door that he was sure Vera wouldn't be happy about. "And, chum, was that your doing, or?..." He vaguely gestured at the doorframe.

"ohh.. Hhaha... No, the Door was already down when I Got here. I assume someone Kicked the hinges off..."

She lifted her head up and sniffed the air for a bit, "...That... might be why... I smell her heRe. The Queen..."

She popped her back, "But that is besides the pOint... I am here for the CHild..." She tilted her head unnaturally at Newton before slowly limping towards the basement door. Should she really be allowed down there?

"The Queen?" Newton repeated, his gaze following the unknown woman. He had a bad feeling about her, but it's not like he was exactly told what to do when someone intruded like this. Maybe she's a friend of Vera's? He thought. She wouldn't have come in so casually if she wasn't...

Despite his inner concerns about her, he went ahead of her and went inside the basement as well, leaving Marlon upstairs.

He glanced around, making sure to keep her in his sight. "I believe she'd come down here earlier to see what Vera had in storage... She's quite a creative child, if I say so myself!" Newton spoke, brightening his bulb slightly to give off more light in the dark basement. The only other light source was a tiny little lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, so there wasn't much light.

Cobwebs clung to the corners of the basement walls. Vera had clearly not been down here in quite some time herself, even before the whole... Owl thing.

"She is quite... A PecuLiiar, PRODIGIOUS little One. I've seen her workks... I'm sure sHe Could make an Iron Maiden with EAse." She snickered, which was quickly followed by her coughing up a weird substance, similar to tobacco tar. She didn't care to wipe any of it, instead, letting any excess tar drizzle onto her chest.

As she made it into the basement, she noted the age and wear of the place as she looked around, but it wasn't long before she spotted the little armour-wearing octopus, fidgeting with a few gizmos Vera had in storage. They mostly seemed to be computers or phones, none of which Hildur was known for tinkering with until now.

The little octopus quickly noticed Newton and the strange woman, adjusting her goggles alongside her helmet. "Hi Newton!" She waved her fake tentacle at the lightbulb man, then gestured towards the woman, "Is this a friend of yours?"

"No. I'M YOuR frIennd. Hildur..." Her twisted grin managed to distort further, her eyes peeling and staring right at her. She glanced at Newton before looking back at Hildur, making her first move by pouncing onto the child like a rabid animal.

"OH-" Newton was barely given a chance to even react, as everything seemed to flash in a blur in front of him. His first actual reaction, other than standing there like a deer in headlights, was to attempt to pull the woman away from Hildur. "Get off her!" He yelled, hoping that the child would be unharmed after all this. I really shouldn't have trusted her... Newton thought to himself.

(@call-531-0000) A large, grungy woman limped into the studio, the door previously being broken down by Pinky Buflooms. However, this was not about her...

The woman had an unnaturally large grin and a missing eye, her teeth comparable to a horse, and her hair messier and puzzling than a labyrinth. She did not look to be in the best conditions.

She leaned against the wall and coughed a bit, keeping her grin plastered on her face, her eyes darting her surroundings.

"Wwhhere iss shee?" She spoke out loud, her voice raspy and hushed.

Newton hadn't noticed the woman right away- he'd been watching a movie with Marlon in the living room, the latter of the two laid across the former's lap, asleep. When she spoke, he finally did take notice of her. He whipped his head around, staring directly at her.

"Who are you?" Newton practically whisper-yelled, pausing the movie and carefully getting up. He was a bit afraid and confused- he'd never seen this woman before and she, admittedly, seemed a bit scary-looking. "Actually, how did-"

He glanced at the broken-in door. Oh.

She let out a nasty-sounding phlegm-filled chuckle, her shoulders bouncing to the rhythm of her laughter.

"You don't nEED my Name..." She had a very weird way of emphasizing her words, albeit unnecessarily. The plus-sized woman blinked, tilting her head.

"Where. Is. Hildurr?"

"Hildur?" He (sort of subconsciously) stepped back, mulling it over. "I don't know. She was in the basement earlier, but nobody's seen her for a bit..."

He glanced behind the woman, at the now-broken door that he was sure Vera wouldn't be happy about. "And, chum, was that your doing, or?..." He vaguely gestured at the doorframe.

"ohh.. Hhaha... No, the Door was already down when I Got here. I assume someone Kicked the hinges off..."

She lifted her head up and sniffed the air for a bit, "...That... might be why... I smell her heRe. The Queen..."

She popped her back, "But that is besides the pOint... I am here for the CHild..." She tilted her head unnaturally at Newton before slowly limping towards the basement door. Should she really be allowed down there?

"The Queen?" Newton repeated, his gaze following the unknown woman. He had a bad feeling about her, but it's not like he was exactly told what to do when someone intruded like this. Maybe she's a friend of Vera's? He thought. She wouldn't have come in so casually if she wasn't...

Despite his inner concerns about her, he went ahead of her and went inside the basement as well, leaving Marlon upstairs.

He glanced around, making sure to keep her in his sight. "I believe she'd come down here earlier to see what Vera had in storage... She's quite a creative child, if I say so myself!" Newton spoke, brightening his bulb slightly to give off more light in the dark basement. The only other light source was a tiny little lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, so there wasn't much light.

Cobwebs clung to the corners of the basement walls. Vera had clearly not been down here in quite some time herself, even before the whole... Owl thing.

(@call-531-0000) A large, grungy woman limped into the studio, the door previously being broken down by Pinky Buflooms. However, this was not about her...

The woman had an unnaturally large grin and a missing eye, her teeth comparable to a horse, and her hair messier and puzzling than a labyrinth. She did not look to be in the best conditions.

She leaned against the wall and coughed a bit, keeping her grin plastered on her face, her eyes darting her surroundings.

"Wwhhere iss shee?" She spoke out loud, her voice raspy and hushed.

Newton hadn't noticed the woman right away- he'd been watching a movie with Marlon in the living room, the latter of the two laid across the former's lap, asleep. When she spoke, he finally did take notice of her. He whipped his head around, staring directly at her.

"Who are you?" Newton practically whisper-yelled, pausing the movie and carefully getting up. He was a bit afraid and confused- he'd never seen this woman before and she, admittedly, seemed a bit scary-looking. "Actually, how did-"

He glanced at the broken-in door. Oh.

She let out a nasty-sounding phlegm-filled chuckle, her shoulders bouncing to the rhythm of her laughter.

"You don't nEED my Name..." She had a very weird way of emphasizing her words, albeit unnecessarily. The plus-sized woman blinked, tilting her head.

"Where. Is. Hildurr?"

"Hildur?" He (sort of subconsciously) stepped back, mulling it over. "I don't know. She was in the basement earlier, but nobody's seen her for a bit..."

He glanced behind the woman, at the now-broken door that he was sure Vera wouldn't be happy about. "And, chum, was that your doing, or?..." He vaguely gestured at the doorframe.

#// ooc: I feel like he's kinda ooc rn I'm sorry idk how people act when some random woman breaks into their house

(@call-531-0000) A large, grungy woman limped into the studio, the door previously being broken down by Pinky Buflooms. However, this was not about her...

The woman had an unnaturally large grin and a missing eye, her teeth comparable to a horse, and her hair messier and puzzling than a labyrinth. She did not look to be in the best conditions.

She leaned against the wall and coughed a bit, keeping her grin plastered on her face, her eyes darting her surroundings.

"Wwhhere iss shee?" She spoke out loud, her voice raspy and hushed.

Newton hadn't noticed the woman right away- he'd been watching a movie with Marlon in the living room, the latter of the two laid across the former's lap, asleep. When she spoke, he finally did take notice of her. He whipped his head around, staring directly at her.

"Who are you?" Newton practically whisper-yelled, pausing the movie and carefully getting up. He was a bit afraid and confused- he'd never seen this woman before and she, admittedly, seemed a bit scary-looking. "Actually, how did-"

He glanced at the broken-in door. Oh.

#// ooc: we're just gonna pretend pinky was being very quiet earlier for lore reasons

i have a bit of a platform in this community, so I'm going to say this:

leave princessherogirl alone.

they are very clearly a minor who isn't doing very smart things online.

use your block button, it's free.

hearts4fatclown-deactivated2024

THANK. YOU. FOR. THIS.

#rbing this to the newton and marlon blogs for reach

To Newton Pud,

I hope this message finds you well. However, if you do not respond to it in a timely manner, you certainly won't be found well at all.

...

It has been increasingly difficult to find people who offer relevant information on a most urgent matter, especially with all these owls.

I've been relying on the royal scouts to be my eyes on the situation, and the guards are refusing to let me out of... wherever here is. Whoever put that protocol in place has died long before I ever came to exist.

I don't want to take it, but I'm scared I'll have to.

The Queen of Bunkum,

Pinky Buflooms

( @therosequeenofbunkum )

I wasn't aware you had a Tumblr, Pinky!...

...

What are they asking of you?

#littlebigplanet #unreality #newton pud #lbp #lbp3 #little big planet #ask blog #newton's asks!#askblog lore #askblog #lbp rp blog

irenes-diner-official

Techkit, having been preoccupied on the couch with a large file transfer for a few minutes, blinked a few times after she'd finally gotten through it.

"Eugh... I feel sicky..." She muttered, looking down at her paws. She looked off into space for a few moments, before looking at Irene, who she was sitting next to. "Ireneee, I don't feel good..."

Her dial eyes tilted in concern as she grabbed Techkit's paw and gently massaged her metacarpal pad with her thumb.

"Aren'tcha a bot? Are ya like... uh... low on juice er sumthin'?" Despite her humourously thick accent, she was genuinely worried. Robots can't get sick, what does she mean by she feels sick?

Though, something clicked in that big ol' burger head of hers. She wasn't a technical person whatsoever, but if Techkit was downloading a large file, what was it for?

"What kinda file didja even get?"

itspronouncedtekkit

Techkit slumped her head slightly, holding out her paw for Irene. "Some file transfer thingy... "cutecatmemes.exe", I think... I dunno, I tried opening it but it just... Didn't do anything." If she were a sackperson, she'd most definitely be heaving already with how dizzy she so suddenly felt.

"I've never felt like this... Not even before I need a recharge!" Her body barely had enough energy to idly tap her tailtip against the couch as she usually did, let alone keep her head upright.

irenes-diner-official

She anxiously glanced at Felicia, Marlon, and Newton before facing Techkit again. If she weren't a burger, she'd be sweating like crazy. Honestly, she felt like she was going to puke up her organs from how anxious she was. Similar to how a mother feels when their child isn't doing well...

"S-Should I call G-Gustavo?" She stammered. She didn't know who else could help, but she knew Gus worked on a lot of cars and other hunks of metal, so perhaps he's also worked on computers? Irene was genuinely lost, but she didn't want to give up.

itspronouncedtekkit

"Maybe... I dunno, stuff like this usually fixes itself..." She trailed off, her voice synthesizer losing its volume. She suddenly leaned too far right and collapsed on Irene's shoulder, half-slumped in the woman's lap. Her monitor fizzled and shut off, making an audible crackle as it did so.

After what seemed like an eternity, but had only been a few moments, Techkit stretched her front paws, her screen flicking on. She looked around, as if dazed.

"Oh, I'm in." Xe spoke, his voice noticably deeper than Techkit's.

irenes-diner-official

"...Techkit?" Irene's body tensed up as her breath hitched, "W- What's goin' on? What do you mean you're in?" She had a feeling this wasn't actually Techkit. It couldn't have been. That was not her voice...

itspronouncedtekkit

"Oh, Techkit's not here anymore." He got up from Irene in an instant, all the energy Techkit had so suddenly lost back again. Xe brandished his claws (or moreover, the claws that Techkit never dared to use), looking between everyone gathered in the living room. "So convenient..." Xe muttered to xemself, his gaze lingering on Felicia. "How about you first, Felicia?"

Felicia glared at Techkit— or, not quite Techkit...

"Me first for what?" Though based on Techkit's visible claws, she had a feeling she was going to get attacked. She didn't hesitate to grab a metal tray Vera used for...something, preparing to use it as a shield in case.

itspronouncedtekkit

"Oh, you know, just something Techkit and I have been wanting to do for a while." His speaker purred, as xe steadily approached the reporter. Xes claws met the tray with a resounding metallic clash, as he tried to tear it from Felicia's hands to disarm her.

She grunted as her grip on the tray's sides tightened, using the pathetic metal thing to block every clash and slash from Techkit's claws. Eventually, the tray began to wear, so she threw it at the robot's head and instinctively dashed outside. The inside of Vera's studio was much too cramped, she had more room to run outside.

Perhaps the cold would shut down Techkit's systems again (but she's also putting herself at risk of getting too cold. Likely not frostbite, but hypothermia and/or sickness.)

itspronouncedtekkit

Xe growled, his focuses entirely on Felicia. He followed her outside into the harsh cold, pushing past Newton, Marlon, and Irene. He could already feel the ice melting and seeping into his paws and circuits, but xe paid it no mind. He was entirely focused on Felicia in front of him. Although, he was already slowing down- he'd forgot just how dated Techkit was. Instead of staying and risking a shutdown (which would boot him out), he rushed past Felicia into the Grand Hall, where it was warmer.

She avoided the Grand Hall, instead opting to quickly huddle near the furnace. She huffed and rubbed her shoulders, trying her best to think of her next move, but she was a broadcast journalist, not some miraculous escape artist.

"Shit..." She mumbled curses to herself as she glanced around, "What in Bunkum's Hell am I supposed to do?"

Felicia was in a very vulnerable state at this moment.

itspronouncedtekkit

Xe watched through one of the detailed glass windows of the Grand Hall, watching Felicia panic and look around. He considered sneaking up on her, as she was just... Sitting there. He checked his internal temps, watching them drop steadily.

Xe hopped onto a layer launcher after a few moments of careful thought, sending xem to the second floor. Carefully perched on a windowsill, he padded across the railing connected to it (with help of his built-in catlike reflexes, which enabled him to tread lightly across) and got as close to above Felicia as possible. Flexing his claws, he watched his target closely... Making sure Felicia hadn't noticed xem one last time, xe leaped down and latched onto her back.

The sudden pain of sharp claws digging into one's back is anything but pleasant, and it certainly caused Felicia to yelp in both pain and fear. She stumbled around with the newfound weight on her back, slamming into a few nearby structures before attempting to smash Techkit into... well, whatever was around her.

"GET OFF ME! WHAT IS YOUR DEAL?!" She hissed.

itspronouncedtekkit

Xe gave a few hisses of pain as Felicia slammed him into intricate granite pillars and stone walls, but he tried to keep his grip firm. Her flailing around only caused him to dig his claws in deeper, like a constricting snake.

"Techkit wants you dead just as much as I do, I'm doing her a favor. Besides why not have some-" he was cut off as Felicia rammed xem into a wall, but he tried to hold on- "fun with it!-"

A few more knocks to the monitor and he'd probably let go, due to xem not wanting to be booted out just yet.

She couldn't comment on what Techkit said besides a few grunts of pain, continuing to ram the robot into whatever she could. Though she was starting to feel dizzy.

She began to stumble more frequently, the pain of being literally clawed into was disorienting. However, this also messed with her sense of strength, leading to future bashes of Techkit's robotic vessel to be filled with more force, harder slams against the pillars and walls all around...

...Until she finally collapsed, trembling as she held her neck and occasionally covered her mouth. She was not feeling well.

itspronouncedtekkit

He fell backwards with Felicia, his claws finally dislodging themselves from her shoulders. He had a few dents on his exterior now, and some things might be broken, surely, but xe tried to stay online despite them. Xe had to.

He shakily crawled over to where Felicia lay in the snow, trying to pry her hands from her neck. Xes paws were weak from holding on for so long, so he didn't accomplish much. With the cold able to properly affect him again, it didn't take long for xem to finally fall over limply, his temperatures too low to run.

And the temperature had an awful effect on her as well; not only was it freezing and she was terribly cold, but her blood couldn't properly clot, so she continued bleeding out.

With the last bit of her strength, she forced herself up and did her best stumbling back to Vera's little studio, only to barely make it halfway. She puked a bit before collapsing one last time.

She didn't move any further than that...

itspronouncedtekkit

Techexe xemself wasn't doing so well either- his systems would constantly bootloop, unable to initiate security scans for some time. After several failed restarts, xes security scans finally started, promptly deleting any files relating to Techexe and switching hosts.

To say Techkit was confused was an understatement- feeling absolutely drained and exhausted in the snow, and seeing Felicia bleeding out a few feet ahead of her attributed to that. She willed her body to move- she was built to protect and help others, she had to get to Felicia. Her snow-covered joints creaked in disagreement as she fumbled and collapsed onto her paws and knees several times.

"Fel-elicia-" Her synthesizer glitched, calling out to the reporter. She dug her claws into the snow to keep herself grounded, but was surprised when the white substance was stained red. Please tell me I didn't do that to her. This isn't because of me, is it? "Felicia!" Techkit shouted, trying to keep her bloodstained paws out of her optics' view.

Felicia didn't respond, she was barely breathing and her pulse was faint. At the very least, this meant she wasn't completely dead, but she was either very close to it or she wasn't responding by choice to save her energy.

Either way, she was cold and still bleeding out.

itspronouncedtekkit

Techkit only got exceedingly more worried for the reporter, barely able to crawl through the snow to get to her. As soon as Felicia was within paws reach, she gently pulled her by the leg towards her, trying not to further irritate the wounds she'd sustained on her back.

Initiating several unnecessary background tasks to attempt to use more power and make her processors hotter, Techkit laid herself on top of Felicia to try and warm her up before she was knocked offline once more. She could hold on for a few more minutes, with the reckless way she was using her power. Sending a quick S.O.S message to Irene, Techkit shut off her optics, microphone and speakers.

irenes-diner-official

Although very confused, she made her way outside, very quickly finding Techkit and a bleeding Felicia. Her dials tilted in worry as she instinctively rushed over to them.

"Fffuck, fuck uh..." She mumbled curses to herself as she stared between the two in horror. But, she couldn't just stand there and do NOTHING.

She slumped Techkit over her left shoulder, ignoring the pain of the infrared emitting from her, then she picked up Felicia and let her limp over her right shoulder. It was a bit of weight, but she still walked back to Vera's studio with the two of them.

...Once they were inside, she frantically tended to the two, trying to cool down Techkit and warm up Felicia whilst yelling at Marlon and Newton like a fast food manager. She just wanted the boys to help while they were here. After all, she was in a panic herself, but she was managing through it. It's not the first time she's had to bottle it up.

marlons-musings

Marlon went and retrieved blankets from Vera's bedroom for Felicia, while Newton made makeshift ice packs to put on Techkit (albeit with the ice bags wrapped in towels, so Techkit wouldn't get more water in her circuitry than she already had). Both of the boys were freaking out just about as much as Irene was, really.

"I hope they'll be alright," Marlon muttered, helping Irene bandage and disinfect Felicia's wounds while Newton tended to Techkit.

"What even happened out there? Techkit and Felicia ran out so fast I didn't even have time to think about what happened!" Newton spoke up, glancing at Techkit's monitor. "Techkit just... Got up and started attacking Felicia... It's not like her."

irenes-diner-official

Irene sighed and looked at Newton, "No idea, but I'm thinkin' it's sumthin' she downloaded. But I-I ain't a techy person. If Vera were here though..."

She had to stop herself from finishing her sentence, taking in a deep breath as she went back to focusing on Felicia's wounds, although her hands were rough and frantic in movement.

"...I dunno what-tuh do. We just gotta... keep a good eye out on 'er."

"It does seem likely... After all, her antivirus is... Not great, most likely..." Newton mused, thinking about it. "You and Marlon probably know more about her than I do, though." He watched Techkit's screen flicker dimly, her systems performing security checks again as her temperatures returned to normal functioning levels.

He then looked over to Felicia's shoulder wounds, remarking on how bad they actually looked. "Techkit really did a number on Felicia, didn't she?..." He muttered, seeing the extent of the punctures. It looked like there'd been a struggle between the bot and the reporter, for whatever reason. Newton hadn't known Techkit harbored any malice towards Felicia- or anybody, for that matter.

#littlebigplanet #unreality #newton pud #lbp #lbp3 #little big planet #askblog lore #ask blog #askblog #lbp rp blog

Is Techkit supposed to be laying in the snow outside like that?

...Where in the Ziggurat are they? I'm getting my coat on.

I can see her right below Vera's front studio window... She hasn't moved in a few minutes, and I see a few owls circling around. I'd go down myself, but the owls are extremely aggressive towards Marlon, Irene, and me...

I'm on my way.

How's Irene by the way? I heard she wasn't doing well.

She's been... Well, understandably emotional. I feel really bad for her, Marlon and I have been trying to comfort her as best we can.

Techkit must've come running through the Ziggurat for her, seeing as Marlon got an ask not too long ago from her to keep an eye on Irene...

I can see Techkit now, I just need to find out how to distract the owls. I might use an auditory distraction, then quickly drag her and I into Vera's studio. Very makeshift plan, but it's the best I can think of.

Prepare for me to barge in, close the doors so no owls come in.

Got it, chum! I'll wait by the doors for you both.

#littlebigplanet #unreality #little big planet #newton pud #lbp #lbp3 #ask blog #askblog lore #// ooc: once techkit gets in get prepared for an actual RP response for Irene hehe #lbp rp blog

Is Techkit supposed to be laying in the snow outside like that?

...Where in the Ziggurat are they? I'm getting my coat on.

I can see her right below Vera's front studio window... She hasn't moved in a few minutes, and I see a few owls circling around. I'd go down myself, but the owls are extremely aggressive towards Marlon, Irene, and me...

I'm on my way.

How's Irene by the way? I heard she wasn't doing well.

She's been... Well, understandably emotional. I feel really bad for her, Marlon and I have been trying to comfort her as best we can.

Techkit must've come running through the Ziggurat for her, seeing as Marlon got an ask not too long ago from her to keep an eye on Irene...

#lbp #littlebigplanet #unreality #lbp3 #newton pud #askblog #askblog lore #lbp rp blog

Is Techkit supposed to be laying in the snow outside like that?

...Where in the Ziggurat are they? I'm getting my coat on.

I can see her right below Vera's front studio window... She hasn't moved in a few minutes, and I see a few owls circling around. I'd go down myself, but the owls are extremely aggressive towards Marlon, Irene, and me...

#lbp #littlebigplanet #unreality #lbp3 #Newton Pud #askblog #lbp rp blog

Is Techkit supposed to be laying in the snow outside like that?

#littlebigplanet #unreality #little big planet #newton pud #lbp #lbp3 #ask blog #askblog lore #lbp rp blog

irenes-diner-official

Hhhahhh i feel like ive been pulled into the arms of an angel... theres a lotta feathers 'round us, too...

@newtons-notes @marlons-musings vera's phone died but she wants me tuh tell y'all were comin' tuh stitchem real soon! ...and she also doesnt want yall commenting on her missing eye.

Got it! I'm sure Marlon will be delighted to be home after this is all over...

irenes-diner-official

vera decided tuh take a small breather at thuh border of stitchem. were practically there, but she wants tuh clear 'er mind after killin' all those owls.

..aallso she is really really clingy- uhh hhas she acted like this with anyorn rlse?

Not that I know of! Then again, I'm not too chummy with Vera- we follow eachother on here, but that's it...

Anyways, we'll be here!

#// ooc: wonder how we'll deal with the moth and deploy askblogs meeting when we get to that #// ooc: there's a reason why techkit hasn't tried brawling Pre-Beta behind a Denny's yet-#unreality #littlebigplanet #lbp #lbp rp blog

irenes-diner-official

Hhhahhh i feel like ive been pulled into the arms of an angel... theres a lotta feathers 'round us, too...

@newtons-notes @marlons-musings vera's phone died but she wants me tuh tell y'all were comin' tuh stitchem real soon! ...and she also doesnt want yall commenting on her missing eye.

Got it! I'm sure Marlon will be delighted to be home after this is all over...

#unreality #littlebigplanet #lbp #lbp rp blog

owls??? what the hell did you do to make them swarm like mosquitoes to a poor bug spray-less person?

ANYWAYZ try luring then with food or something they like. like uuuuuhhhh idk. dead rats or mice. im sure you can make a mouse trap

just throw the mice or rats away from the manor but close enough so the owls can see it. maybe to a little trail like in hansel and gretel and lure them into a shed where you can lock them inside

I didn't do anything! Pinky Buflooms, but not our Pinky Buflooms, if that makes sense- is trying to find Queen Pinky at the moment... But her owls have nested just about everywhere from here to Bunkum Lagoon, and they're quite aggressive...

I doubt I'll be able to go outside long enough to toss out rodents, let alone lock them in a shed. And even then, they'll just associate the manor with food...

#littlebigplanet #unreality #little big planet #newton pud #lbp3 #ask blog #lbp #newton's asks!#owlposting #askblog lore #for context: @pre-betadespair #lbp rp blog

I tried putting out loud noisemakers to attempt to shoo away the owls that've so suddenly showed up, but they just won't leave! One swiped at Mumsy this morning...

Does anybody know of anything they dislike? They've crowded up near the manor doors...

wonderplane-wanderer

☆ i would recommend trying some strobe lights. if that doesnt work, does your mom perhaps still have that giant tinpot robot...? right now, hildur's helping me create a vehicle to transport safely to other locations. give us a couple of days and make sure none of the owls get in. hopefully your mom has enough food to keep everyone settled until then. ☆

I can put up strobe lights (that is, if the owls won't notice me outside), but the robot is long destroyed. I've tried fixing it myself, but it's just too big...

I'm sure we'll have enough food, however! The only ones in the manor at the moment are Mumsy, Marlon, and me, so what we have will last (hopefully) long enough for us three. I just hope Papa is safe, last I heard he was at Craftworld for an expedition.

Marlon's already homesick for Manglewood... I feel quite bad that he's stuck in the manor until this gets sorted out...

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I tried putting out loud noisemakers to attempt to shoo away the owls that've so suddenly showed up, but they just won't leave! One swiped at Mumsy this morning...

Does anybody know of anything they dislike? They've crowded up near the manor doors...

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