somebody's on the roof

Affiliated with Isola Radiale

[whohassummonedme]

ooc: my apartment is getting Treated for Bug’s today and tomorrow so i won’t be around to roleplay either days. sorry

i will still have Discord and Twitter on my Funtendo Ipad if anyone wants to hang out with one’s boy there during this time

[haemoneiron]

Beyond Belief

Fact or Fiction prompts

what really happened?

was the old woman in on it?

but if [muse] was hallucinating, then who ate [muse’s] food?

but what about the mysterious behaviour of the BBQ lid?

was it really the nanny?

does this story seem possible?

was the morgue attendant in on the deception too?

were there gases trapped in the milk bottle that caused the activity?

how was the doctor able to send an email without a computer?

was the sewing machine taken over by the spirit of Byron’s grandmother?

could a plant really identify a murder?

is it possible a parrot could give a young girl the will to live?

was the sister’s husband really the victim of amnesia?

but then how do you explain the bullet hole in the phone?

was this story true?

could a fertilised octopus egg ingested into the human system actually grow inside the body?

do you believe this story?

[slimy-egg]

nightdazing​:

► “Your who?” Tamae could quite honestly say she’d never been called ‘my friendly’ before. It probably came off a little ruder than intended because she had a sensitivity to being touched by strangers and she’d yipped while pushing his arm away. 

“Do you mean where we are specifically in Spirale, or are you asking where Spirale is?” She made sure there was enough space between herself and the stranger before continuing her walk home from work. This guy was a little shady. Well, she was too considering the part of Golden she was wandering out of. 

“This is Golden ward if the former is what you mean. It’s where most of the nightlife for the city exists, but also a bunch of shady people walk the streets this late. You one of them?”

The problem with being pushed away when you’re keeping your balance is that it’s very likely you’ll fall. This lady clearly did not care about that, and so Felice went right over. Just a little bump on the head and over the whole body. Nothing he’s never dealt with before.

From the other side of the fence, they hope their voice can still reach her, not realizing there was some distance between the two of them now. “I know the town, ma’am. I want to know where in town we are.” It’s some work, but thankfully they had a leg still hanging over the fence so they pull themself up to sit on it now.

Brushing dirt and grass from their coat, he tries to adjust himself to get back some of the confidence lost by that tumble. “Like the part of Golden we’re in. I’m trying to find my way back to the apartments. I’m new in town is all. Jeesh.”

[slimy-egg]

trebleklefkis​:

Italma is very curious about this whole setup, and about the person running it. He does seem to be a pokemon like themself, which always makes someone worth saying hi to, here! It’s weirdly rare to encounter pokemon, and even less so ones that are identifiable.

Itty climbs up onto the table, their keys jangling against each other as they do so. When they’ve finally gotten all the way up, the stranger is still looking other directions to identify the noise, so they call out, “Hello!!”

Now they’ve got their attention!

“Hi! I’m Italma, or just Itty! What’s your name? And!! How do you play this game? It looks fun!”

Uhh. Hmm. Cheerful lil’ person, at least. Is this just a natural born mark, or is this person not just very small, or are they actually a kid? Jeepers creepers. He wasn’t even that little when he popped out the egg.

“Al, alright. Itty it is then.” They folded up the newspaper and dropped it off to their side, adjusting the cups just so. “My name’s...” Is it right to lie to a kid? This would be different if it was just like an adult, but there’s no way for them to be certain of that right now. Oh! I got it. “... Bobo. Bobo Denkirk. At least for now. S’a stage name. Real one’s for when I’m done doing all this, understand?” There. Conscience is satisfied with that, right?

“Alright, champ, works like this. One ball. See?” He produces a little ball in one hand, and places it under the middle cup. “I twist and turn these cups around, and you tell me when I’m done, where the ball’s at. Followin’ so far, junior?”

[slimy-egg]

bashfullygreen​:

Sweeping up behind the counter, Mizi glanced back over his shoulder at the stranger. “Hm?” ‘Boss?’. …Oh, yeah. People would call him that now. It had been nearly a year since Mizi had opened his bakery; but he still had to do a double-take whenever someone would call him ‘boss’. “Oh sure sure! Just give me a second.” He politely excused himself so he could return the broom to it’s designated corner before returning to serve the guy.

“Okay, so–” He began to point at the baked goods as he explained. “—We’ve got a lot of options, it just depends on what you’re hungry for. This is the savory section here. And over there is the desserts. There are some fresh steamed buns you can have as a snack, or pork buns if you want something more filling.” It was really up to the customer to decide what he wanted to eat. There were plenty of choices for him to choose from!

Seemed like a good selection. Felice was going to take their time glancing around, until the clerk or whatever they had called over mentioned the steamed buns and the pork buns. With that fresh in their mind, they clapped their hands and pointed their hands in a vague gun shape. “You know what, champ, you got me tempted. How much for like a bag of a mix of these good buns, my friend?”

Man. It’d been months since he last had some good buns. There was like this wonderful place a few cities back. Had the most incredible place. Sadly, he was found out for some minor embezzlement, so he likely wouldn’t be able to go back for a few years at least.

[slimy-egg]

ooc: felice is too new for this event to like, be good for anyone to interact with because no one’s had time to get attached enough to care about their past yet.

so if you want to do something, i’d be glad to do that, let’s rap

[isolaradiale]

Keep reading

[slimy-egg]

some of that. that good stuff. (gwin, closed)

The Star Trail. It’s got that good stink, that good stink what reminds someone of home. It’s good for when you’re stressed and need something, anything, to distract you. It gets Felice digging into his pockets, trying to shake a weight from his shoulders that had been building for hours now. Maybe this won’t be so bad.

Then they see a little stand, one that looks a bit different from all the rest. Something’s kind of familiar about the person behind the stand, but they can’t quite place it. Maybe some kind of ad somewhere? Doesn’t matter. They’ll walk on over to take a glance at what’s been put out.

A very natural layout. Herbs and things. Good, good. Aromatic and all that good stuff. They’re looking it over, when something pops into their mind. Just a little question. Couldn’t hurt. “Hey, hey buddy. Hey you got, some of that, good stuff my friend?”

He waits a moment. “I’m talkin about, mint. Been in the mood for it.”

[slimy-egg]

it’s been like ten hours (memo, closed)

It was a big city. That’s good. There was no way off the island and the outskirts were teeming with danger. That’s bad. That’s stressing him out, and it’s not helping him. So, he’s wandering around, just trying to think and act like nothing is wrong.

It’s not working too great, which is why he’s hanging out at the boardwalk in the Golden Ward, having found one of those games, ske-ball it’s known in some places, for just really anything to focus on. It’s going pretty well until the ball falls out of his grip, and rolls over to someone walking down the way. “Oh, uh, hold on.”

He scrambles over to pick it up, not really paying attention to whoever it is he bumped into, and goes right back to his game. The tickets are still coming out of the machine, and he doesn’t seem to want to break off from it just yet.

[slimy-egg]

sorry in advance (tamae, closed)

This was a big place, and he was never... good at reading maps, so the phone wasn’t helping him much. It was getting late, too, and that might be dangerous if he’s not careful. If only there was- ah! There, someone almost swallowed up by the darkness of the night. Thank goodness his eyes still worked. Glasses would make him look like a dweebus.

Tall, though. Maybe if... oh! walking right by a little stone fence, perfect. Let them just...

Catching up to this figure, Felice threw an arm around their shoulders, partially for balance as he walked on the stone fence, partially for trying to exude that charm he hoped he had. “Hey there, my friendly. See, I’m new in town, and I’m a little lost. You mind telling me where we are?”

Maybe not the best way to greet a stranger, but he really was lost.

[slimy-egg]

i couldn’t think of anything better. (linhardt, closed)

It’s a nice day, at least. Sun shining, birds chirping, not looking where you’re going so you trip over someone laying down in the middle of the park and you faceplant right into the dirt and grass.

Gotta focus on the positive when you ruin a nice pair of white pants and a white shirt. The jacket was never nice.

“Lay in fields often, pal?” He asks, rubbing his forehead as if that’ll help the pain. He was openly angry for a bit, but he doesn’t have the resources he craves yet after only half a day in town, so maybe he shouldn’t get angry at folks he might need sometime soon. So, now he’s sitting with his legs crossed, looking down at the green beanpole.

[slimy-egg]

i’ve made two threads about food now. is that a fat joke? do i got some internalized stuff to work through (mizi, closed)

So, the part of the city they’ve got him stuck in is called Golden, and it’s very much right up his alley in terms of stuff he likes to do. Got bright lights, got dark secrets, got a nice mess he can play around in and probably get off without any trouble in since he’s such a small player... It’s nice. Kinda hungry, though. Could do with a snack.

Oh, hey, that a bakery? Just their luck, a bakery just a bit down the road. Maybe they got treats, too. They walk like normal, but they got a destination now, and soon enough they’re sauntering in through the front door. A few folks stocking shelves, a few managing a little coffee corner, one person behind the counter with their back turned working on something.

“Hey, oh, hey boss, yeah you there behind the counter. Got any recs for this joint? Feelin a little hungry, want to know what’s good.” He was looking through the glass now, trying to feel where temptation would pull him.

[slimy-egg]

i won’t google what this game is called (itty, closed)

It’s a regular trick. Everyone knows it. A fake game of chance, one of the easiest cons to pull. Maybe it’s balls and cups. Maybe it’s cards. Functionally it’s all the same. They don’t know anyone, so they can’t have a partner to help rope in some dopes, but they can at least give some freebie wins to keep anyone interested.

He sits back in his folding chair, reading a newspaper he picked up to pass the time. He’ll catch sight of anyone interested, he thinks, reading up on whatever stuff this city has gotten into. Something about interdimensional wars? There’s a big man who ruins everything? So, just like home. Cool.

There’s been a clacking noise for a while now. Like plastic knocking together? Is someone coming up the alley behind him? There some unloading at either of the stores next to him? No, doesn’t seem like it, so that must mean...

He folds the paper in half, to look at the table, and the... very little person trying to get his attention. “Uh. Hey. Can I, uh, help you, little guy?” So they got lil folks around here, too. Just like home. Cool.

[slimy-egg]

ever seen a big, fleshy seagull (mew, closed)

Finally, proof of civilization in this weird city. Sure, they had technology, they had guaranteed housing, they had a giant whole, such and whatnot, but it’s not a civilization until you can get a big, greasy burger and fries for cheap.

Finding a nice bench he could kick back on helped as well. Couldn’t kick his legs up, but eh you make do with public places. Would’ve gotten his shirt all dirty, anyway. So, Felice digs right in to that nasty mess of a burger, only taking breaks to enjoy the drink he had. Leaving his fries unattended. When the burger was mostly done, he turned to take a glance at the little cardboard container, only to notice that there was less than when he started. Didn’t notice any birds around, so...

“Hey. Any invisible sons of guns around here?” they called out over the back of the bench, looking for the tell tale sign of a fry floating in the air and slowly disappearing. Wouldn’t be the first time they had this happen.

[slimy-egg]

rp (role play) ad (advertisement)

ooc: hey. i’m scared of doing these bad boys, which is why nightie doesn’t do them. this is a test, a needed one since felice is new around here.

capping at, three? that sound reasonable? if you reach me on twitter, or tumblr, or discord or whatever, you can go over those three. hey if you’re one of these Pocket Monster Gijinkas/Original Characters, you’re more than welcome to like over the cap as well.

so, three likes from anyone not in those categories. that sound good? cool. rad. let’s do this, baybee.

[slimy-egg]

player intro

ooc: hey it’s me, weebee, you might know me as the nightmare knight. this is an oc i made based on the Pocket Monster Blissey. please be terrible to this slimey weirdo.

[slimy-egg]

invisible. (isola intro)

It’s disconcerting to think you’re going to wake up on that nice motel bed you laid down in last night, only to have your eyes open to see a giant hole stretching out before you. It’s the kind of thing that jolts you awake, and makes you back up until you’ve got some bearings. This, of course, is what happened to sweet little Felice Grimaldi this midnight, and it took until he bumped into the taxi waiting for him that he tried to regain some of his previous cool. His hands immediately went to his pockets, checking what it was he still had.

Wallet, sadly feeling lighter. Fake wallet, feeling about the same as it always did. Coat flask, empty. Phone, but a different one? This one actually looks newer. Weird, but maybe this is a new trick they don’t know about yet. Maybe an explosive? Seems like too much work though.

They didn’t need to check their necklace, though, which held in a relatively little cage their Lucky Egg. The weight lost would’ve been enough to send them into a panic. Now just... Huh? Oh, right, Taxi. Driver’s trying to flag them down.

Spirale? Sounds nice, he thinks. Free place, the digital money thing is weird but there’s probably ways to work with that, and a free ride? A bit sudden, but hey he’ll allow it, if it’s free.

“Sure thing, pal. Mind if I light up back here? Stress and stuff, you understand.” He sits down in the back after looking around, and pulls out a little case from his pocket with a few expensive cigars he kept around for times like this when he really had it rough. Kicking up his feet on the little thing in the middle of the car, he didn’t know or care what it was called, he decided that he’ll have to get a few better answers soon, or he was going to yell.