Balloons and Bad Luck

Roleplay Blog for Wes from Don't Starve M!A: none ~ Kills: 0 ~ Deaths: 0

[pretiositas-a]

shadow-mime·:

The mime perks up at idea. He nods eagerly and clasps his hands together, a pleasant smile on his face. Most survivors weren’t willing to find a middle ground, leaving him unable to communicate. Playing charades didn’t very well help in emergencies and spent a lot of energy. 

He let out a silent breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding when Wes agreed, another idea that came to mind brought a hesitant smile to his face. William ( putting the balloon hat safely on the floor for the moment ) stretched briefly before raising his hands to his side.

     ❝I haven’t seen much of it before, I’m afraid, only in the passing here and there. However I must admit that it did quite fascinate me those few times. The language seemed almost like… magic.❞

At the word, he flourished his hands about and when he brought them to a halt, a black knight chess piece laid lying in one of them. He snapped his fingers with his other hand and with another flourish it seemed to have disappeared into thin air, he spread his fingers apart to show that his hands were truly empty. His smile grew a bit more confidently and he snapped his fingers again, the smile quickly turning into a frown when nothing happened. He tried snapping again, a bit more impatiently, but to no avail.

     ❝Oh dear, that’s not good, unless… ah, I see.❞ 

He leaned forward, hands stretched outwards with a frown of concentration before pulling the missing knight from out behind Wes’ ear.

    ❝ It’s always the knight who misbehaves,❞ he tsked. Leaning back his smile grew more nervous, his confidence quickly disappearing. 

[shadow-mime]

Wes’s pleased expression becomes a look of awe when the magic begins. He leans forward slightly, curious. Where had it gone? 

Oh! When the piece has reappeared, behind his ear of all places, he smiles wide, eyes bright. He claps eagerly. Though it was just a single trick he enjoyed the little show. 

[pretiositas-a]

shadow-mime​:

Wes gives a curious glance at the mention of a brother. There’s a glint of sadness in his eyes but it’s barely noticable.

He almost raises his hands to ask about the brother but remembers that the magician could not understand him.

The mime unfortunately didn’t have any family. No one to dream about going home to. No one to miss him now that he was gone.

How was Jack? Even before William had woken up in this odd world, it’d been some time since he last saw his brother; at the birth of his twin daughters a couple of years ago. Before that… even longer. 

He drifted off in thought for a moment before coming back to it, the silence abruptly becoming awkward to him. He never did quite like the silence, left too much room for his thoughts as was apparent. 

          Hm…

     ❝ Say, pal. ❞ maybe there was something more he could do about it, ❝ If… it’s not too much bother by you, I’d love to learn a bit of sign language. ❞

     ❝ Can’t promise I’d take to it very well, of course! The only language I’ve ever somewhat dabble in was Latin and, well, can’t say it went the best… but it could be nice to try. ❞

[shadow-mime]

The mime perks up at idea. He nods eagerly and clasps his hands together, a pleasant smile on his face. Most survivors weren’t willing to find a middle ground, leaving him unable to communicate. Playing charades didn’t very well help in emergencies and spent a lot of energy. 

[pretiositas-a]

shadow-mime​:

The mime could very clearly recall his last day on earth. He was just living his life as always. Miserable luck and failing to make a difference. He couldn’t help but wonder if anyone even noticed he was gone.

Though he wasn’t sure why he was here. It just seemed like this was just another unlucky thing that happened to him. Truthfully he was probably safer here. He nearly died many days during his old life back on earth. Surviving here was somehow less deadly. 

He realizes he was lost in thought, hand to his chin. Bringing himself back to now, he shrugs again. He had no clue why he was here. 

He seemed a bit disappointed by the response, but was quick to cover it with a mirthful smile. Admittedly a part of him hoped for something fantastical as the rest of this world, but he quickly scolded himself. He didn’t want for people to have suffered, for heavens sake. 

     ❝ I suppose that makes two of us, then. Don’t have the foggiest idea of how I ended up here either. ❞

…He had a sudden flash of the strangest feeling that he did know why Wes was here, accompanied by a bitter taste in his mouth that lasted barely a second. What on earth…? Nevermind, it must have been nothing.

    ❝ The last I can recall before waking up here was being on a train ride to go visit my brother… I do hope he’s alright. ❞

[shadow-mime]

Wes gives a curious glance at the mention of a brother. There's a glint of sadness in his eyes but it's barely noticable.

He almost raises his hands to ask about the brother but remembers that the magician could not understand him.

The mime unfortunately didn't have any family. No one to dream about going home to. No one to miss him now that he was gone.

[crazyprocessedsynth]

Wes had successfully harvested a few things from the garden. He hadn't seen WX in a few days. They just never happened to be around the garden when he came to water it. That's alright though. He decides its time to come visit and he was going to bring over a celebratory dragon fruit pie for them to split too. (~shadow-mime)

Their camp looks almost deserted, like nothing had been touched in several days. A few logs lay in the grass beside the science machine, the grass under them wilted and yellow, like they'd been resting there for a while. In fact, a lot of things look like they were left in the middle of a project, for a while. Chests propped open with a few dead leaves laying across and inside them, crockpot lid on the ground with a bit of dirt blown across the top, robot laying motionless under the shelter- ah, there's WX!

It's a little late in the day for them to still be asleep, and yet there they were, laying facing the back wall, wrapped tightly with one of their straw rolls. Both their packs sit propped against the wall beside their head, looking packed to bursting. They must've either just gotten back from a long trip, or been getting ready for one.

[shadow-mime]

Wes was enjoying the peace and quiet. The sunset was honestly so breathtaking. This moment felt familiar.

He recalls the day they'd started the garden. They'd sat together for a moment then. Peaceful and calm.

When WX puts their hand on his it draws him back to the present. He gives them a loving smile.

The mime rests his head on the bot's shoulder. The sound of their inner workings brought him comfort in a way he could never explain. His gaze sat focused on the horizon. Taking in all those vibrant colors. Something deep and mesmerizing about how such beauty precedes something so dangerous. There was always a sunset before darkness.

[crazyprocessedsynth]

Wes had successfully harvested a few things from the garden. He hadn't seen WX in a few days. They just never happened to be around the garden when he came to water it. That's alright though. He decides its time to come visit and he was going to bring over a celebratory dragon fruit pie for them to split too. (~shadow-mime)

Their camp looks almost deserted, like nothing had been touched in several days. A few logs lay in the grass beside the science machine, the grass under them wilted and yellow, like they'd been resting there for a while. In fact, a lot of things look like they were left in the middle of a project, for a while. Chests propped open with a few dead leaves laying across and inside them, crockpot lid on the ground with a bit of dirt blown across the top, robot laying motionless under the shelter- ah, there's WX!

It's a little late in the day for them to still be asleep, and yet there they were, laying facing the back wall, wrapped tightly with one of their straw rolls. Both their packs sit propped against the wall beside their head, looking packed to bursting. They must've either just gotten back from a long trip, or been getting ready for one.

[shadow-mime]

Wes gestures that he only wanted half. He’d be plenty satisfied. Besides they still had pie and the muffins the bot had mad for each of them. 

[tricksterbae]

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[crazyprocessedsynth]

Wes had successfully harvested a few things from the garden. He hadn't seen WX in a few days. They just never happened to be around the garden when he came to water it. That's alright though. He decides its time to come visit and he was going to bring over a celebratory dragon fruit pie for them to split too. (~shadow-mime)

Their camp looks almost deserted, like nothing had been touched in several days. A few logs lay in the grass beside the science machine, the grass under them wilted and yellow, like they'd been resting there for a while. In fact, a lot of things look like they were left in the middle of a project, for a while. Chests propped open with a few dead leaves laying across and inside them, crockpot lid on the ground with a bit of dirt blown across the top, robot laying motionless under the shelter- ah, there's WX!

It's a little late in the day for them to still be asleep, and yet there they were, laying facing the back wall, wrapped tightly with one of their straw rolls. Both their packs sit propped against the wall beside their head, looking packed to bursting. They must've either just gotten back from a long trip, or been getting ready for one.

[shadow-mime]

Wes gives them a quick hug and a cheek smooch before moving back to sit down.

He was now aware (again) of how hungry he was. They were right they should probably eat.

Now sitting across from the automaton once more, he watches them with adoring eyes and a pleasant smile.

[crazyprocessedsynth]

Wes had successfully harvested a few things from the garden. He hadn't seen WX in a few days. They just never happened to be around the garden when he came to water it. That's alright though. He decides its time to come visit and he was going to bring over a celebratory dragon fruit pie for them to split too. (~shadow-mime)

Their camp looks almost deserted, like nothing had been touched in several days. A few logs lay in the grass beside the science machine, the grass under them wilted and yellow, like they'd been resting there for a while. In fact, a lot of things look like they were left in the middle of a project, for a while. Chests propped open with a few dead leaves laying across and inside them, crockpot lid on the ground with a bit of dirt blown across the top, robot laying motionless under the shelter- ah, there's WX!

It's a little late in the day for them to still be asleep, and yet there they were, laying facing the back wall, wrapped tightly with one of their straw rolls. Both their packs sit propped against the wall beside their head, looking packed to bursting. They must've either just gotten back from a long trip, or been getting ready for one.

[shadow-mime]

When he finally pulls away, catching his breath, for whatever reason he hadn’t expected them to have something else to say. What they shared just now was very important to him. Truthfully he had no idea what brought them here but he felt special to be worth just as much. 

Wes had always assumed that he wasn’t supposed to be here. Everyone else was here because of some unfair deal or even by choice. But he wasn’t. He was here because of bad luck and poor timing. 

But maybe that didn’t mean he wasn’t supposed to be here. Maybe he was destined to end up here so he could meet WX. He wanted to believe it anyways.

He rubs a tear from his eye, before pulling himself back enough to have space to sign. He just wanted to tell them he loved them again. He had no idea how to begin to explain everything about his past and his new conclusion. So hopefully I love you would be good enough for now. 

[crazyprocessedsynth]

Wes had successfully harvested a few things from the garden. He hadn't seen WX in a few days. They just never happened to be around the garden when he came to water it. That's alright though. He decides its time to come visit and he was going to bring over a celebratory dragon fruit pie for them to split too. (~shadow-mime)

Their camp looks almost deserted, like nothing had been touched in several days. A few logs lay in the grass beside the science machine, the grass under them wilted and yellow, like they'd been resting there for a while. In fact, a lot of things look like they were left in the middle of a project, for a while. Chests propped open with a few dead leaves laying across and inside them, crockpot lid on the ground with a bit of dirt blown across the top, robot laying motionless under the shelter- ah, there's WX!

It's a little late in the day for them to still be asleep, and yet there they were, laying facing the back wall, wrapped tightly with one of their straw rolls. Both their packs sit propped against the wall beside their head, looking packed to bursting. They must've either just gotten back from a long trip, or been getting ready for one.

[shadow-mime]

Wes lovingly caresses the side of their chin before tilting their head so he could lean in and kiss them. He certainly hoped that actions were just as loud as words to them.

[werewolfscientist]

Wes had ventured out too late in the day and wound up lost at night. His torch was just about to burn out when he wandered across a stranger's camp. Was anyone here? (~Shadow-Mime)

Normally this camp would be surrounded by a bunch of trees, encircling it and keeping it hard to spot. But, Wes happened to find it with mostly stumps or itty-bitty-just-planted saplings. They could see it clearly, which looks kinda small and like it was missing things... Or the owner just didn’t try to make a lot of things.

Just a lit firepit, a crockpot that looked recently used, two chests at a distance, and both a science machine and an alchemy machine for some reason. Oddly, there was no evidence of any farming unless berry bushes count.

It seemed like there was no one when Wes first came across it, but that changed when someone did walk towards the dying fire. They were just accidentally hidden by the few fully grown trees. In their hands was a gold axe, which they set down so they could take wood from their pockets to throw in the fire.

It wasn’t a new nor full moon, after all.

[shadow-mime]

He points to show them how everything was sorted; heavier building materials in one chest and lighter, more fragile materials paired with healing supplies in the other. Everything is arranged so that its every to see most things at a glance. He smiles, proud of himself.

[pretiositas-a]

shadow-mime​:

Wes maintains a smile even if his new friend didn’t seem all too encouraged. He hoped one day to have someone to perform with on slow days. Just to share their talents for the fun of it. Though it didn’t really seem all that important to hang onto that thought for now. 

He looks a bit surprised, his eyes sparkle in awe. A magician!! That’s so cool! He always wanted to see a magic show but empty pockets couldn’t by tickets. Perhaps one day he actually will get to see such a thing after all. 

William smiled, a bit sadly, the mime’s excitement reminded him of his brother. So eager to look past his failures, not that the other would really know about them.

He looked away from Wes, not quite sure how to take their reaction, and towards the hat in his hands instead. It… did look quite odd. Didn’t quite deserve the insult They thought it did though, it kind of resembled a rabbit much to his amusement. He’d always been quite fond of the critters, although he often struggled to afford being able to properly care for them. 

      ❝ But enough about me! I must say, I am a bit curious about yourself. How did you find your way here? If you don’t mind me asking. ❞

[shadow-mime]

The mime could very clearly recall his last day on earth. He was just living his life as always. Miserable luck and failing to make a difference. He couldn’t help but wonder if anyone even noticed he was gone.

Though he wasn’t sure why he was here. It just seemed like this was just another unlucky thing that happened to him. Truthfully he was probably safer here. He nearly died many days during his old life back on earth. Surviving here was somehow less deadly. 

He realizes he was lost in thought, hand to his chin. Bringing himself back to now, he shrugs again. He had no clue why he was here. 

[crazyprocessedsynth]

Wes had successfully harvested a few things from the garden. He hadn't seen WX in a few days. They just never happened to be around the garden when he came to water it. That's alright though. He decides its time to come visit and he was going to bring over a celebratory dragon fruit pie for them to split too. (~shadow-mime)

Their camp looks almost deserted, like nothing had been touched in several days. A few logs lay in the grass beside the science machine, the grass under them wilted and yellow, like they'd been resting there for a while. In fact, a lot of things look like they were left in the middle of a project, for a while. Chests propped open with a few dead leaves laying across and inside them, crockpot lid on the ground with a bit of dirt blown across the top, robot laying motionless under the shelter- ah, there's WX!

It's a little late in the day for them to still be asleep, and yet there they were, laying facing the back wall, wrapped tightly with one of their straw rolls. Both their packs sit propped against the wall beside their head, looking packed to bursting. They must've either just gotten back from a long trip, or been getting ready for one.

[shadow-mime]

I think I’m lucky to have you too.

Wes holds onto them for a long moment before finally releasing them. He gives a very love-filled smile, accompanied by teary but happy eyes.

[crazyprocessedsynth]

Wes had successfully harvested a few things from the garden. He hadn't seen WX in a few days. They just never happened to be around the garden when he came to water it. That's alright though. He decides its time to come visit and he was going to bring over a celebratory dragon fruit pie for them to split too. (~shadow-mime)

Their camp looks almost deserted, like nothing had been touched in several days. A few logs lay in the grass beside the science machine, the grass under them wilted and yellow, like they'd been resting there for a while. In fact, a lot of things look like they were left in the middle of a project, for a while. Chests propped open with a few dead leaves laying across and inside them, crockpot lid on the ground with a bit of dirt blown across the top, robot laying motionless under the shelter- ah, there's WX!

It's a little late in the day for them to still be asleep, and yet there they were, laying facing the back wall, wrapped tightly with one of their straw rolls. Both their packs sit propped against the wall beside their head, looking packed to bursting. They must've either just gotten back from a long trip, or been getting ready for one.

[shadow-mime]

Oh god he made them cry. Oh no he was gonna cry.

He gets up quick and moves over to them, giving them a hug. He had one arm wrapped around their chest and the other pulling their head to his own chest. Holding them as lovingly as physically possible. 

[crazyprocessedsynth]

Wes had successfully harvested a few things from the garden. He hadn't seen WX in a few days. They just never happened to be around the garden when he came to water it. That's alright though. He decides its time to come visit and he was going to bring over a celebratory dragon fruit pie for them to split too. (~shadow-mime)

Their camp looks almost deserted, like nothing had been touched in several days. A few logs lay in the grass beside the science machine, the grass under them wilted and yellow, like they'd been resting there for a while. In fact, a lot of things look like they were left in the middle of a project, for a while. Chests propped open with a few dead leaves laying across and inside them, crockpot lid on the ground with a bit of dirt blown across the top, robot laying motionless under the shelter- ah, there's WX!

It's a little late in the day for them to still be asleep, and yet there they were, laying facing the back wall, wrapped tightly with one of their straw rolls. Both their packs sit propped against the wall beside their head, looking packed to bursting. They must've either just gotten back from a long trip, or been getting ready for one.

[shadow-mime]

Wes waits to catch their eyes again before trying to say anything. 'I feel the same about you.'

He gives them the most loving and reassuring smile possible.

[crazyprocessedsynth]

Wes had successfully harvested a few things from the garden. He hadn't seen WX in a few days. They just never happened to be around the garden when he came to water it. That's alright though. He decides its time to come visit and he was going to bring over a celebratory dragon fruit pie for them to split too. (~shadow-mime)

Their camp looks almost deserted, like nothing had been touched in several days. A few logs lay in the grass beside the science machine, the grass under them wilted and yellow, like they'd been resting there for a while. In fact, a lot of things look like they were left in the middle of a project, for a while. Chests propped open with a few dead leaves laying across and inside them, crockpot lid on the ground with a bit of dirt blown across the top, robot laying motionless under the shelter- ah, there's WX!

It's a little late in the day for them to still be asleep, and yet there they were, laying facing the back wall, wrapped tightly with one of their straw rolls. Both their packs sit propped against the wall beside their head, looking packed to bursting. They must've either just gotten back from a long trip, or been getting ready for one.

[shadow-mime]

Oh. By the time WX asks about the food it was finally all making sense. This was the moment in which Wes realized they weren’t just playing it cool they actually did not plan this. Flustered and also a tad amused by the situation he can’t help but laugh. 

He does his best to explain that it was okay that this wasn’t intended to be a date. A date doesn’t have to be fancy or special. Its just spending time together with someone you’re interested in. A date could be working in the garden or going on a walk or eating a meal together. 

He was very much embarrassed about jumping to conclusions. He has to hide his hands in his face for a moment to compose himself. 

[crazyprocessedsynth]

Wes had successfully harvested a few things from the garden. He hadn't seen WX in a few days. They just never happened to be around the garden when he came to water it. That's alright though. He decides its time to come visit and he was going to bring over a celebratory dragon fruit pie for them to split too. (~shadow-mime)

Their camp looks almost deserted, like nothing had been touched in several days. A few logs lay in the grass beside the science machine, the grass under them wilted and yellow, like they'd been resting there for a while. In fact, a lot of things look like they were left in the middle of a project, for a while. Chests propped open with a few dead leaves laying across and inside them, crockpot lid on the ground with a bit of dirt blown across the top, robot laying motionless under the shelter- ah, there's WX!

It's a little late in the day for them to still be asleep, and yet there they were, laying facing the back wall, wrapped tightly with one of their straw rolls. Both their packs sit propped against the wall beside their head, looking packed to bursting. They must've either just gotten back from a long trip, or been getting ready for one.

[shadow-mime]

The mime insists that its alright. He desperately hoped that it wasn’t harmful to them to run warmer like this. He didn’t want to be responsible for something that harms them.

He looks back down at the meal only to realize he’d been anxiously fidgeting with his hands as his thoughts wandered. He quickly stops hoping not to worry the automaton. 

[pretiositas-a]

shadow-mime​:

The mime smiles in delight when he accepts the gift.

His balloons weren’t usually appreciated here. Neither were his performance skills. People so focused on survival had a tendency to take for granted the temporary beauty in his art forms.

Though he found it a bit sad his new friend didn’t seem very confident in himself. Well, he knew how to get past the communication barrier here. He pulls a semi crumpled sheet of papyrus and a small piece of charcoal from his pocket. The paper appeared to be a map that got ruined but the backside was blank. So he writes on it then offers it to the magician with a warm smile.

In fairly neat cursive it says, “I bet you’re very talented. I hope to see you perform one day.”

He looked on curiously as Wes took out the paper, relaxing in understanding as they started writing. Clever. He cringe slightly as he realized he’d been ramblings over things certainly not interesting, he was far too used to filling the silence with his own words. A habit that hadn’t exactly improved with a voice roaming around his head freely.

William perked slightly when he was shown the paper, interest quickly turning into embarrassment as he let out an awkward laugh at the words.

      ❝ I… did what I could. Regardless, out here isn’t the best place for it. My former… talents, are far more practical and useful.” 

He… admittedly, doubted the mime’s sincerity. It was kind of the mime, but William couldn’t find himself able to accept the thought of it. Not yet, not as he was. 

      ❝ Ah, I can’t recall if I’ve said what I was yet. ❞ he adjusted his glasses again and smiled nervously, ❝ I was a magician, always had a fascination for the unknown. Mysteries of the universe and whatnot. Funny, now that I’m here. So many of these things… straight out of a dream. ❞  

He added at the end in a pensive murmur, mostly for himself. ❝ Oddly like some of the things from my dreams, really.  ❞

[shadow-mime]

Wes maintains a smile even if his new friend didn’t seem all too encouraged. He hoped one day to have someone to perform with on slow days. Just to share their talents for the fun of it. Though it didn’t really seem all that important to hang onto that thought for now. 

He looks a bit surprised, his eyes sparkle in awe. A magician!! That's so cool! He always wanted to see a magic show but empty pockets couldn’t by tickets. Perhaps one day he actually will get to see such a thing after all.