>John: be anyone else!!!

hey, its me, john! ive been having similar issues as many people on this website with becoming other people, and i thought it could be fun to do myself :B (may or may not be fully canon, I will be trying my best)

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

PLEASE READ PINNED ! ! !

hello! i'm john egbert, but recently i've been thinking about trying to be someone or something else. i saw karkat make a blog with the same concept, and i wanted to try it out! ps, this is a weekly changing blog, not daily! there's no way i'm gonna figure myself out in just a day!

he/him

straight! too many people on here keep drawing me kissing my dudes!

ANYTHING BEYOND HERE OOC ^^^

Hello, my name is Liam! I decided to make a John roleplay account out of the blue, but it might be hard to do the whole daily thing, but I'll try my hardest. My main is @shrimptastic6000 , and this was inspired by both @unbecomingkarkat and @amijohndaveyet !

Owner goes by it/its

Orange is the owner, blue is (soon to be not) john!

WARNING ! ! !

This account may have slightly suggestive themes (not explicitly NSFW), coarse language, possible angst, and headcanons you might not agree with, such as ships, sexuality, ethnicity, and gender identity. Remember that there is a real person behind this account and I have my own options on the character, and that will bleed into this account as well. Because of that, this will not be fully canon, but I will try to make it feel as if it is.

DO NOT INTERACT ! ! ! if...

If you are proship, comship, racist, terf, homophobic, or misogynistic, you are not allowed here and will be asked to leave and be blocked.

I do not tolerate disrespect and will block you if you ask something intimate and inappropriate about either the character or the owner, disrespect my own headcanons for the character by insulting or trying to force me to add your own that I don't believe in, or if you are disrespectful to others either in my reposts or comments.

I do not want to be involved in drama and I do NOT want someone trying to start some on a roleplay account.

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[amikanayayet]

Day One Hundred Maybe But I Will Go With Not Yet For Now To Be Completely Transparent With You All I Nearly Forgot About This Blog But I Was Reminded By A Friend That Today Is A Very Special Day That Being This Blog Reaching Its Hundredth Day Of Course I Havent Been All Too Active Here Or Really Anywhere So I Dont Think I Can Really Say Much About How The Days Have Flown By Or Whatever But I Am Glad To Be Here At All To Celebrate I Had An Ice Cream Sandwich

I Figured I Should Share That Photo Maybe You Can Pretend You Also Had An Ice Cream Sandwich Just Like This One This Celebration Is Also For The Other AmIYets That Began On The Same Day As Me I Dont Remember Which Exactly But The Color Vriska Serkets Were The Most Memorable Part I Cannot Really Draw That Well So I Didnt Make Any Kind Of Art For This Celebration So I Hope The Ice Cream Sandwich Is Enough Thank You All For Welcoming Me Into This AmIYet Thing I May Not Be All Too Present But I Will Be Sticking Around For The Foreseeable Future The Only Downside Is That Now My Day Count Will Be Typed Out In Even More Words

[amicalibornyet]

A cherub wakes. Conditions not ideal.

[amicalibornyet]

Even with a blurry recall of past events, danger is obvious. Mobility is prioritized. Quick action is necessary. How quick, though, unknown.

[amicalibornyet]

Not very quick, as it turns out. But freedom of movement is gained nonetheless.

The situation is further assessed. Some possessions missing, but not all. The storm outside rages ever more.

The door, locked or not, may lead to more trouble. The window is a preferred escape.

But escape doesn't seem likely now. Not yet.

The cherub decides to have a look at herself.

Knowing of what is at stake does not negate the disgust of knowing what she is being used for.

Such are the circumstances brought on by who she is stuck with, though she is still the one to blame alone.

Time is her tormentor yet again. The only thing left to do is to wait for that door to be opened. Then, she suspects, a consequence will rear its ugly head to greet her.

But by all means, that's considered a part of their strategy too.

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

John? John are you okay out there? I know a lot has happened. Do you need help looking for someone?

becominglaraenglish

(. . .)

(. . .there was no answer.)

[amicalibornyet]

(Warning: Flashing lights in 2 images.)

Somewhere, in a dingy old cave hurriedly made into a home...

A violent and persistent storm causes you to lose your internet connection. It's a mystery how you had one here at all to begin with.

But you have more important things to worry about than updating your Tumblr blog that you're getting tired of pretending to give a shit about.

See the thing is, your face is starting to itch a worrisome amount (probably because cleaning a wound doesn't actually treat it, but you haven't the resources to do much else), one of your eyes are getting photophobic and blurry, AND worse yet, in not much time your cave will be a swimming pool if this storm keeps going.

Not like you could stay here anyway, considering you're currently being hunted by a juggalo-alphamale amalgamation and all. "Thanks" to your aforementioned Tumblr blog, of course. You're certain that's the only guy hunting you, and from what you can tell there's a 50% chance he's bluffing, but still... the possibility is making you nervous.

You're better off better leaving on the run from a flood than on the run from a blade.

And anyway, you know there's someone you need to go looking for soon, so really why delay further? Best to just captchalogue all your things and go now, storm be damned.

. . .

[ Until Caliborn's internet connection returns, you can use the ask button to prompt/influence him like we're in an MSPA. Have fun. ]

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

(the storm grows.)

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

where are you. . .

[amipipefan413yet]

Hey, is... everything alright? Did Davespriteyet have to leave?

(Pipe thinks about the alfredo in the kitchen.)

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

i think so but... i mean, doesn't it seem weird? he was so excited to stay for a bit and help me take care of casey for a little, but now he's just...

gone.

(casey is seen worriedly bubbling while waddling around the balcony, looking for dsy.)

[amipipefan413yet]

(Pipe frowns.)

That is quite strange...

(Pipe notices a fallen cigarette on the balcony.)

...John, look.

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

. . . .

(he stared down at the small snuffed cig, a sense of melancholy throughout the scene. before john sighed, a very tired, exhausted sigh.)

alright casey, come inside, its about your bedtime.

(clearly from his expression, he was not intending on getting much rest tonight.)

(...maybe not even stay in his home, tonight.)

[amipipefan413yet]

(There was a familiar stir in the wind as a breeze gently ruffled Pipe's hair, but they couldn't figure out what felt familiar about it. Still, they had a particular feeling.)

John... do you need someone to stay with Casey again? I realize I might not be the best choice, but I am offering.

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

... yeah, i think that would be the best. just uh... let me tuck her in, alright?

(he sauntered over to her bedroom, but despite him helping her into her bed, the air all around the house is heavy.)

(a storm was brewing outside.)

[amipipefan413yet]

(Pipe waits in the hallway, not wanting to intrude on the familial moment. He's not sure why, but he thinks it would be unfair. When John returns, he has questions.)

Is there anything I should know? Allergies, medical conditions, likes/dislikes, special needs for salamander consorts?

(He hesitates, but then pushes forward.)

And... is there anything you need before you go? You should eat a little bit if you can.

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

oh uh... not really, just don't give her too salty or big chunks of food. or dry food, really.

(john continued to the balcony door, stopping to listen to pipe.)

i'll be fine. just keep her safe.

[amipipefan413yet]

Of course. Just make sure that you're going to be safe enough to come back for her.

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

... alright.

(with that, he leaves. the storm seems much worse than it was before. well, before it was just clouds.)

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

where are you. . .

[amipipefan413yet]

Hey, is... everything alright? Did Davespriteyet have to leave?

(Pipe thinks about the alfredo in the kitchen.)

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

i think so but... i mean, doesn't it seem weird? he was so excited to stay for a bit and help me take care of casey for a little, but now he's just...

gone.

(casey is seen worriedly bubbling while waddling around the balcony, looking for dsy.)

[amipipefan413yet]

(Pipe frowns.)

That is quite strange...

(Pipe notices a fallen cigarette on the balcony.)

...John, look.

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

. . . .

(he stared down at the small snuffed cig, a sense of melancholy throughout the scene. before john sighed, a very tired, exhausted sigh.)

alright casey, come inside, its about your bedtime.

(clearly from his expression, he was not intending on getting much rest tonight.)

(...maybe not even stay in his home, tonight.)

[amipipefan413yet]

(There was a familiar stir in the wind as a breeze gently ruffled Pipe's hair, but they couldn't figure out what felt familiar about it. Still, they had a particular feeling.)

John... do you need someone to stay with Casey again? I realize I might not be the best choice, but I am offering.

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

... yeah, i think that would be the best. just uh... let me tuck her in, alright?

(he sauntered over to her bedroom, but despite him helping her into her bed, the air all around the house is heavy.)

(a storm was brewing outside.)

[amipipefan413yet]

(Pipe waits in the hallway, not wanting to intrude on the familial moment. He's not sure why, but he thinks it would be unfair. When John returns, he has questions.)

Is there anything I should know? Allergies, medical conditions, likes/dislikes, special needs for salamander consorts?

(He hesitates, but then pushes forward.)

And... is there anything you need before you go? You should eat a little bit if you can.

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

oh uh... not really, just don't give her too salty or big chunks of food. or dry food, really.

(john continued to the balcony door, stopping to listen to pipe.)

i'll be fine. just keep her safe.

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

where are you. . .

[amipipefan413yet]

Hey, is... everything alright? Did Davespriteyet have to leave?

(Pipe thinks about the alfredo in the kitchen.)

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

i think so but... i mean, doesn't it seem weird? he was so excited to stay for a bit and help me take care of casey for a little, but now he's just...

gone.

(casey is seen worriedly bubbling while waddling around the balcony, looking for dsy.)

[amipipefan413yet]

(Pipe frowns.)

That is quite strange...

(Pipe notices a fallen cigarette on the balcony.)

...John, look.

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

. . . .

(he stared down at the small snuffed cig, a sense of melancholy throughout the scene. before john sighed, a very tired, exhausted sigh.)

alright casey, come inside, its about your bedtime.

(clearly from his expression, he was not intending on getting much rest tonight.)

(...maybe not even stay in his home, tonight.)

[amipipefan413yet]

(There was a familiar stir in the wind as a breeze gently ruffled Pipe's hair, but they couldn't figure out what felt familiar about it. Still, they had a particular feeling.)

John... do you need someone to stay with Casey again? I realize I might not be the best choice, but I am offering.

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

... yeah, i think that would be the best. just uh... let me tuck her in, alright?

(he sauntered over to her bedroom, but despite him helping her into her bed, the air all around the house is heavy.)

(a storm was brewing outside.)

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

where are you. . .

[amipipefan413yet]

Hey, is... everything alright? Did Davespriteyet have to leave?

(Pipe thinks about the alfredo in the kitchen.)

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

i think so but... i mean, doesn't it seem weird? he was so excited to stay for a bit and help me take care of casey for a little, but now he's just...

gone.

(casey is seen worriedly bubbling while waddling around the balcony, looking for dsy.)

[amipipefan413yet]

(Pipe frowns.)

That is quite strange...

(Pipe notices a fallen cigarette on the balcony.)

...John, look.

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

. . . .

(he stared down at the small snuffed cig, a sense of melancholy throughout the scene. before john sighed, a very tired, exhausted sigh.)

alright casey, come inside, its about your bedtime.

(clearly from his expression, he was not intending on getting much rest tonight.)

(...maybe not even stay in his home, tonight.)

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

where are you. . .

[amipipefan413yet]

Hey, is... everything alright? Did Davespriteyet have to leave?

(Pipe thinks about the alfredo in the kitchen.)

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

i think so but... i mean, doesn't it seem weird? he was so excited to stay for a bit and help me take care of casey for a little, but now he's just...

gone.

(casey is seen worriedly bubbling while waddling around the balcony, looking for dsy.)

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

where are you. . .

[amidavebotyet]

so its been a few days since i gave an update on how rezis doing right now theyre still kinda not all there but i think shes getting better when rezi wakes up i noticed i can get them to stay awake a little longer each time now so maybe troll brains are just that good at handling concussions i dont know last time rezi woke up which was like this morning i think vey stayed awake for about an hour and a half but i wasnt timing it which is huge because back when we were hostages in the cave rezi would wake up then knock the fuck out after like 20 seconds and by the time he let us go he could stay up for like a minute at the max so yeah i think rezi is getting better but sometimes he does still knock out after like a few minutes so its inconsistent oh also rezi can talk its just mostly mumbling and i cant really understand shit which was also mostly the case in the cave cant really walk though because vey keep stumbling around but vey can like hold stuff she just tends to drop it considering maybe making some makeshift cheap ass wheelchair or something for her because i cant lie this mf heavy i cant carry them around everywhere especially not with this glitchy ass arm basically the rundown of it is rezis getting better and i hope theyre gonna keep getting better jesus christ though how fucking hard did he hit her with that crowbar

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

i am genuinely worried for them... i wish i could come over, but i don't think i can leave my own home, now...

i'm sorry...

[am-i-roselalonde-yet]

( @unbecomingjohnegbert - don't quite want to just barge in on the threads ) ..Knock knock. She doesn't quite let herself in, just.. stands there, outside, in wait. She doesn't have to, she thinks. She's sure she could let herself in if she so chose, but.. ..Well, she isn't sure why she's choosing not to.

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

(thankfully, he was currently sitting clear away from everyone, just enough to hear the quiet knock from the door in the loudest house possible.)

(he scurried over to the door, swinging it open.)

oh, hey rose! y'know the door is unlocked, right? I don't think i had a chance to lock it myself yet.

[am-i-roselalonde-yet]

It's the principle of the thing, John.

That's a fine enough explanation. What she chooses not to explain, however, is the minor oddity to her appearance- that being that, for one, she's back in the black Squiddle dress, and, arguably more importantly, her face is impossible to focus on, glinting in the light as though glass in the sun.

She steps in proper, hands cleanly at her sides as she glances around. It.. feels like it's been a while since she's seen inside this place, and it feels almost.. wrong, seeing it through her own two eyes rather than the viewport of a game she tried to tear apart at the seams.

..I'm frankly a little surprised you never considered making a home of your own. We have the tools on hand.

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

oh, yeah! uh.. i dunno, it seems kind of disrespectful for me to just leave and go somewhere else. i found my dad's will a while back, and apparently he wanted his house left to me, so i feel a little... inclined, to stay here.

(... a little awkward to mention that.)

sorry- jeez, did i overshare? didn't mean to if i did... its kind of hard not to when its an alternate universe version of one of your best friends you're talking to.

[am-i-roselalonde-yet]

. . . She's quiet, letting it pass by. While it isn't.. visible, she does sour slightly at the specificity of that last sentence. Just.. the tiniest bitter taste in the back of her mouth that she can't just be "Rose" for the moment.

..There's worse company to overshare in. Really, you're just making my job easier. . . . Regardless, I suppose I can understand. In a way, it's almost like always having a small piece of him, isn't it?

Stepping further, to a point where her back is turned. Her hands come up to intertwine behind her back, and her gaze fixes in the direction of the fireplace- somewhere over it.

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

yeah, i guess so... i never really got to get his hat. or ashes...

...

sorry for uh. making it awkward. it's nice to see you, rose.

i heard pipe is making dinner! i think. i tried to see if i could do it instead, but everyone insisted, so... make yourself comfortable.

[am-i-roselalonde-yet]

...

A nod. Probably best not to try her luck too much, digging in.

You're fine. Bare minimum, you're alive. ... I didn't realize you even could cook.

She glances back over her shoulder, tilting her head slightly. As if she recognizes the ambiguity of her face, and is choosing to work around it- without particularly commenting on it.

Learning lately, then? Or have I just not been paying enough attention in recent years?

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

hey, i cook really well actually! i kind of had to learn early if i wanted anything to snack on that wasn't pastry.

why, you think I'd be a bad cook?

(of course, he gave her a playful grin, following her in after closing the front door.)

[am-i-roselalonde-yet]

..A small huff through the nose, in lieu of a laugh.

I just wasn't sure when you'd ever take up the family lineage, that's all. Though I suppose you are still evading it.

The smile's audible, even if it's little more than a few nudged hints in the smudge of where her face should be.

And, you know.. To that point, do you even have any intent to share your wealth with us? To let us eat cake? Or shall we simply starve, in our boundless supplies of any foodstuffs that may be imagined- and meticulously reverse-engineered, achemically? I wouldn't be surprised. A cold, cruel heart such as yours.. ..I shiver at the thought of it.

She shakes her head, nigh-solemn, but isn't quite able to hold it- almost immediately letting out a quiet snort, and snickering to herself. She's missed this, even if she isn't quite sure how long it's been.

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

i am never in my life going to make a single pastry! we've already got someone who's half related to jane in the amiyet community you can get cake from them. (... probably...)

i uh... read through your posts while i was out. im sorry i worried you so bad... i mean, everyone, i definitely worried everyone, i just haven't exactly seen you freak out so bad before...

how have you been other than that though? hope life hasn't been too stressful on top of everything else...

[am-i-roselalonde-yet]

. . .

To some, it'd almost seem like something in the haze of her face gets a little redder. And the way she whips her head away- just delicate enough to masquerade itself as intentional- doesn't help that. An 'ahem' under her breath, and she shrugs her shoulders.

..Well..

. . . Come to think of it, can't just exactly go "To be perfectly honest with you, I've been reconsidering if this even is my life, if I even am who I say I am, or if I'm simply another little fragment of a life that refuses to let go, insisting upon herself endlessly in a desperate attempt to sustain whatever may be within me, whether that be a beating heart or otherwise.", can she? ..So, she gives a small tilt of the head- as if she thought a second shrug would be too predictable, but she still needed to get its idea across.

I'm sure you've been able to tell it hasn't been particularly special, as of late, if you've been snooping the way you're saying you have. . . . Really quite scandalous, you know. Going through a woman's blog without her permission. You're quite lucky I've such thick skin, in that regard.

A hand comes over where her mouth should be- and it doesn't glint over the same way everything there does. It simply sits atop it. Her voice drifts back to amusement- more than aware that she's just trying to get back on her feet, conversationally.

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

what!! i was just checking up on everybody! i didn't mean to seem like a creep!

(he threw up his hands defensively, before slowly putting them back down to his sides to not look so much like an idiot.)

i uh... im glad you haven't had too much go wrong. cant really say the same for everyone else at...

[am-i-roselalonde-yet]

A small snicker, stifled more for the sake of her own theatrics than anything else- though it drops.

..Ah. Yeah, I've.. gotten the impression. I suppose that's what happens when you aren't even sure you can leave.. wherever you are, for a few weeks straight. Quite a lot harder to get yourself into trouble, at that point.. Though not for lack of trying, rest assured.

..Her hands knit back behind her back once more, with a small nod.

... Apologies that I can't exactly say the same. But atleast you're still on your feet.

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

yeah uh... i am...

(he fidgeted with his hands, picking at the tips of his fingers to relax himself. sensitive subject.)

by the way... did you see dsy leave? he said he would be back, but it's been awhile... im just worried, is all.

[am-i-roselalonde-yet]

( @unbecomingjohnegbert - don't quite want to just barge in on the threads ) ..Knock knock. She doesn't quite let herself in, just.. stands there, outside, in wait. She doesn't have to, she thinks. She's sure she could let herself in if she so chose, but.. ..Well, she isn't sure why she's choosing not to.

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

(thankfully, he was currently sitting clear away from everyone, just enough to hear the quiet knock from the door in the loudest house possible.)

(he scurried over to the door, swinging it open.)

oh, hey rose! y'know the door is unlocked, right? I don't think i had a chance to lock it myself yet.

[am-i-roselalonde-yet]

It's the principle of the thing, John.

That's a fine enough explanation. What she chooses not to explain, however, is the minor oddity to her appearance- that being that, for one, she's back in the black Squiddle dress, and, arguably more importantly, her face is impossible to focus on, glinting in the light as though glass in the sun.

She steps in proper, hands cleanly at her sides as she glances around. It.. feels like it's been a while since she's seen inside this place, and it feels almost.. wrong, seeing it through her own two eyes rather than the viewport of a game she tried to tear apart at the seams.

..I'm frankly a little surprised you never considered making a home of your own. We have the tools on hand.

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

oh, yeah! uh.. i dunno, it seems kind of disrespectful for me to just leave and go somewhere else. i found my dad's will a while back, and apparently he wanted his house left to me, so i feel a little... inclined, to stay here.

(... a little awkward to mention that.)

sorry- jeez, did i overshare? didn't mean to if i did... its kind of hard not to when its an alternate universe version of one of your best friends you're talking to.

[am-i-roselalonde-yet]

. . . She's quiet, letting it pass by. While it isn't.. visible, she does sour slightly at the specificity of that last sentence. Just.. the tiniest bitter taste in the back of her mouth that she can't just be "Rose" for the moment.

..There's worse company to overshare in. Really, you're just making my job easier. . . . Regardless, I suppose I can understand. In a way, it's almost like always having a small piece of him, isn't it?

Stepping further, to a point where her back is turned. Her hands come up to intertwine behind her back, and her gaze fixes in the direction of the fireplace- somewhere over it.

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

yeah, i guess so... i never really got to get his hat. or ashes...

...

sorry for uh. making it awkward. it's nice to see you, rose.

i heard pipe is making dinner! i think. i tried to see if i could do it instead, but everyone insisted, so... make yourself comfortable.

[am-i-roselalonde-yet]

...

A nod. Probably best not to try her luck too much, digging in.

You're fine. Bare minimum, you're alive. ... I didn't realize you even could cook.

She glances back over her shoulder, tilting her head slightly. As if she recognizes the ambiguity of her face, and is choosing to work around it- without particularly commenting on it.

Learning lately, then? Or have I just not been paying enough attention in recent years?

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

hey, i cook really well actually! i kind of had to learn early if i wanted anything to snack on that wasn't pastry.

why, you think I'd be a bad cook?

(of course, he gave her a playful grin, following her in after closing the front door.)

[am-i-roselalonde-yet]

..A small huff through the nose, in lieu of a laugh.

I just wasn't sure when you'd ever take up the family lineage, that's all. Though I suppose you are still evading it.

The smile's audible, even if it's little more than a few nudged hints in the smudge of where her face should be.

And, you know.. To that point, do you even have any intent to share your wealth with us? To let us eat cake? Or shall we simply starve, in our boundless supplies of any foodstuffs that may be imagined- and meticulously reverse-engineered, achemically? I wouldn't be surprised. A cold, cruel heart such as yours.. ..I shiver at the thought of it.

She shakes her head, nigh-solemn, but isn't quite able to hold it- almost immediately letting out a quiet snort, and snickering to herself. She's missed this, even if she isn't quite sure how long it's been.

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

i am never in my life going to make a single pastry! we've already got someone who's half related to jane in the amiyet community you can get cake from them. (... probably...)

i uh... read through your posts while i was out. im sorry i worried you so bad... i mean, everyone, i definitely worried everyone, i just haven't exactly seen you freak out so bad before...

how have you been other than that though? hope life hasn't been too stressful on top of everything else...

[am-i-roselalonde-yet]

. . .

To some, it'd almost seem like something in the haze of her face gets a little redder. And the way she whips her head away- just delicate enough to masquerade itself as intentional- doesn't help that. An 'ahem' under her breath, and she shrugs her shoulders.

..Well..

. . . Come to think of it, can't just exactly go "To be perfectly honest with you, I've been reconsidering if this even is my life, if I even am who I say I am, or if I'm simply another little fragment of a life that refuses to let go, insisting upon herself endlessly in a desperate attempt to sustain whatever may be within me, whether that be a beating heart or otherwise.", can she? ..So, she gives a small tilt of the head- as if she thought a second shrug would be too predictable, but she still needed to get its idea across.

I'm sure you've been able to tell it hasn't been particularly special, as of late, if you've been snooping the way you're saying you have. . . . Really quite scandalous, you know. Going through a woman's blog without her permission. You're quite lucky I've such thick skin, in that regard.

A hand comes over where her mouth should be- and it doesn't glint over the same way everything there does. It simply sits atop it. Her voice drifts back to amusement- more than aware that she's just trying to get back on her feet, conversationally.

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

what!! i was just checking up on everybody! i didn't mean to seem like a creep!

(he threw up his hands defensively, before slowly putting them back down to his sides to not look so much like an idiot.)

i uh... im glad you haven't had too much go wrong. cant really say the same for everyone else at...

[am-i-roselalonde-yet]

( @unbecomingjohnegbert - don't quite want to just barge in on the threads ) ..Knock knock. She doesn't quite let herself in, just.. stands there, outside, in wait. She doesn't have to, she thinks. She's sure she could let herself in if she so chose, but.. ..Well, she isn't sure why she's choosing not to.

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

(thankfully, he was currently sitting clear away from everyone, just enough to hear the quiet knock from the door in the loudest house possible.)

(he scurried over to the door, swinging it open.)

oh, hey rose! y'know the door is unlocked, right? I don't think i had a chance to lock it myself yet.

[am-i-roselalonde-yet]

It's the principle of the thing, John.

That's a fine enough explanation. What she chooses not to explain, however, is the minor oddity to her appearance- that being that, for one, she's back in the black Squiddle dress, and, arguably more importantly, her face is impossible to focus on, glinting in the light as though glass in the sun.

She steps in proper, hands cleanly at her sides as she glances around. It.. feels like it's been a while since she's seen inside this place, and it feels almost.. wrong, seeing it through her own two eyes rather than the viewport of a game she tried to tear apart at the seams.

..I'm frankly a little surprised you never considered making a home of your own. We have the tools on hand.

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

oh, yeah! uh.. i dunno, it seems kind of disrespectful for me to just leave and go somewhere else. i found my dad's will a while back, and apparently he wanted his house left to me, so i feel a little... inclined, to stay here.

(... a little awkward to mention that.)

sorry- jeez, did i overshare? didn't mean to if i did... its kind of hard not to when its an alternate universe version of one of your best friends you're talking to.

[am-i-roselalonde-yet]

. . . She's quiet, letting it pass by. While it isn't.. visible, she does sour slightly at the specificity of that last sentence. Just.. the tiniest bitter taste in the back of her mouth that she can't just be "Rose" for the moment.

..There's worse company to overshare in. Really, you're just making my job easier. . . . Regardless, I suppose I can understand. In a way, it's almost like always having a small piece of him, isn't it?

Stepping further, to a point where her back is turned. Her hands come up to intertwine behind her back, and her gaze fixes in the direction of the fireplace- somewhere over it.

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

yeah, i guess so... i never really got to get his hat. or ashes...

...

sorry for uh. making it awkward. it's nice to see you, rose.

i heard pipe is making dinner! i think. i tried to see if i could do it instead, but everyone insisted, so... make yourself comfortable.

[am-i-roselalonde-yet]

...

A nod. Probably best not to try her luck too much, digging in.

You're fine. Bare minimum, you're alive. ... I didn't realize you even could cook.

She glances back over her shoulder, tilting her head slightly. As if she recognizes the ambiguity of her face, and is choosing to work around it- without particularly commenting on it.

Learning lately, then? Or have I just not been paying enough attention in recent years?

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

hey, i cook really well actually! i kind of had to learn early if i wanted anything to snack on that wasn't pastry.

why, you think I'd be a bad cook?

(of course, he gave her a playful grin, following her in after closing the front door.)

[am-i-roselalonde-yet]

..A small huff through the nose, in lieu of a laugh.

I just wasn't sure when you'd ever take up the family lineage, that's all. Though I suppose you are still evading it.

The smile's audible, even if it's little more than a few nudged hints in the smudge of where her face should be.

And, you know.. To that point, do you even have any intent to share your wealth with us? To let us eat cake? Or shall we simply starve, in our boundless supplies of any foodstuffs that may be imagined- and meticulously reverse-engineered, achemically? I wouldn't be surprised. A cold, cruel heart such as yours.. ..I shiver at the thought of it.

She shakes her head, nigh-solemn, but isn't quite able to hold it- almost immediately letting out a quiet snort, and snickering to herself. She's missed this, even if she isn't quite sure how long it's been.

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

i am never in my life going to make a single pastry! we've already got someone who's half related to jane in the amiyet community you can get cake from them. (... probably...)

i uh... read through your posts while i was out. im sorry i worried you so bad... i mean, everyone, i definitely worried everyone, i just haven't exactly seen you freak out so bad before...

how have you been other than that though? hope life hasn't been too stressful on top of everything else...

[am-i-roselalonde-yet]

( @unbecomingjohnegbert - don't quite want to just barge in on the threads ) ..Knock knock. She doesn't quite let herself in, just.. stands there, outside, in wait. She doesn't have to, she thinks. She's sure she could let herself in if she so chose, but.. ..Well, she isn't sure why she's choosing not to.

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

(thankfully, he was currently sitting clear away from everyone, just enough to hear the quiet knock from the door in the loudest house possible.)

(he scurried over to the door, swinging it open.)

oh, hey rose! y'know the door is unlocked, right? I don't think i had a chance to lock it myself yet.

[am-i-roselalonde-yet]

It's the principle of the thing, John.

That's a fine enough explanation. What she chooses not to explain, however, is the minor oddity to her appearance- that being that, for one, she's back in the black Squiddle dress, and, arguably more importantly, her face is impossible to focus on, glinting in the light as though glass in the sun.

She steps in proper, hands cleanly at her sides as she glances around. It.. feels like it's been a while since she's seen inside this place, and it feels almost.. wrong, seeing it through her own two eyes rather than the viewport of a game she tried to tear apart at the seams.

..I'm frankly a little surprised you never considered making a home of your own. We have the tools on hand.

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

oh, yeah! uh.. i dunno, it seems kind of disrespectful for me to just leave and go somewhere else. i found my dad's will a while back, and apparently he wanted his house left to me, so i feel a little... inclined, to stay here.

(... a little awkward to mention that.)

sorry- jeez, did i overshare? didn't mean to if i did... its kind of hard not to when its an alternate universe version of one of your best friends you're talking to.

[am-i-roselalonde-yet]

. . . She's quiet, letting it pass by. While it isn't.. visible, she does sour slightly at the specificity of that last sentence. Just.. the tiniest bitter taste in the back of her mouth that she can't just be "Rose" for the moment.

..There's worse company to overshare in. Really, you're just making my job easier. . . . Regardless, I suppose I can understand. In a way, it's almost like always having a small piece of him, isn't it?

Stepping further, to a point where her back is turned. Her hands come up to intertwine behind her back, and her gaze fixes in the direction of the fireplace- somewhere over it.

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

yeah, i guess so... i never really got to get his hat. or ashes...

...

sorry for uh. making it awkward. it's nice to see you, rose.

i heard pipe is making dinner! i think. i tried to see if i could do it instead, but everyone insisted, so... make yourself comfortable.

[am-i-roselalonde-yet]

...

A nod. Probably best not to try her luck too much, digging in.

You're fine. Bare minimum, you're alive. ... I didn't realize you even could cook.

She glances back over her shoulder, tilting her head slightly. As if she recognizes the ambiguity of her face, and is choosing to work around it- without particularly commenting on it.

Learning lately, then? Or have I just not been paying enough attention in recent years?

[unbecomingjohnegbert]

hey, i cook really well actually! i kind of had to learn early if i wanted anything to snack on that wasn't pastry.

why, you think I'd be a bad cook?

(of course, he gave her a playful grin, following her in after closing the front door.)