I am SUCH an idiot and locked myself out of my own apartment and I have no clue if my keys are stuck in there or if I've dropped them in the halls somewhere. But the good news is that I at least remembered to bring my phone out with me! Crazy how we still have service and stuff with all that craziness happening outside!
Not that I would know, I haven't looked! I think. I've just been feeling weird since all of this has started. But I still look the same as I always have! And to prove it to you, you can have a selfie of me outside my apartment! And no, you CANNOT ask which number I am on here, thank you!
See? Still beautiful! And not monster-y, I was just finishing up a cute alien look before getting myself locked out. Feel free to say hello if you happen to spot me! Or if you're good with locks, maybe consider helping me get back in? But if you can't find me cause I swear this building has become a maze, we can just chat on here too!
[ An edit was added onto this post a few minutes after it was published. ]
Huh, that's weird. My camera must be playing up... my eyes don't look like that in real life, promise! I'll try taking another picture later in better lighting.
Hello, hello! Welcome to my little corner of the roleplay apartment complex. This is a silly concept I had that I hope can be expanded upon through interactions with others! My general idea behind this was "not quite the visitor, but also not human either. a middle ground in between", another part of it that has split off and become something new! Visitor-adjacent, like the blog name. She has much closer ties to "the eyes in the sky" than other humans now that they've gotten much closer!
I'm not new to roleplaying, but I am new to this style of it. I can get quite rambly unless we're doing short bits, so please tell me if I need to cool it! Anyway, here's some rules down below!
IC flirting is totally okay, as long as it doesn't cross over into overly suggestive grounds! I love playing toys and seeing what relationships blossom with certain interactions.
I won't answer duplicate asks, so if someone's already asked a question that you were also asking, only one of those will be answered! Unless, of course, her answer varies depending on who she's talking to.
General roleplay rules, have fun, be respectful, don't abuse the anon option, etc.
Not sure why everyone keeps saying to look outside? Cause honestly, it doesn't seem like anything TOO exciting. Unless maybe the exciting stuff doesn't start UNTIL you look? Hm. Maybe you should look outside. Just a peek. Can't hurt, can it?
Color coding tip; anything in blue may be something that sounds... off. Almost like it would be coming from something more cosmic in origin? Pink is normal talk, because it's pretty!
Tags time! Nearly done, promise.
conversationglances = In character talk tag!
deeperconnections = In character ask posts!
postcollecting = In character reblogs!
eyesinthesky = Out of character tag! It me.
bigolstaring = Out of character reblogs!
"I'm surprised I hardly see anyone outside these days... because the whole city is just falling apart! Seriously, construction workers need to come over to this area as well."
"On the plus side, it makes getting food a lot easier! Had to go with non-perishables though cause the freezers in the grocery store are playing up..."
She pays no attention to the jingles at first, it wouldn’t be the oddest noise she’s heard from the complex these days. Only when she realises that she’s attracted attention does she come out of whatever mental cloud she had drifted off into.
“Lost? Oh, no, just locked out!” Hands drift to quadruple check her pockets. Nope. Still no keys. Darn. Her expression shifts to one of thought as she’s inquired if she has junk. What counts as junk? “Not sure if I really have anything on me…” she murmurs as she passes her hands through her pockets again, grasping whatever she can grab.
She pulls out a lone sour candy, some receipts, the shell of a pen… and a fluffy bear keychain. Seems like it’s meant to be part of one larger keychain but has broken off?
“There’s way more stuff in my apartment, but unless my keys suddenly pop up somewhere or someone decides my door is breakable, neither of us are gonna see it.”
"That is.... ehhh, most unpropitious." Morton's antennae flicker from under his hood as he curiously observes the woman. Apparently she's still human. Hadn't changed like so many already have, himself being one of them. No, she'd just locked herself out of her apartment, a minor issue compared to everything going on right now but contentious all the same...
Contentious if only because the prospect of 'way more stuff' inside that apartment scratched an itch inside Morton's brain, because if she had lots of stuff like the things she was pulling out of her pockets, it could prove... prudent to assist her however he could.
"Oh! These are.... ehhh, pleasing. Such pulchritudinous little things." He crooned, beady eyes locked onto the contents of her hands.
The sour candy he had mild interest in - it wasn't something a cricket would normally eat but it was delightfully round like his marbles were. The receipts? Intriguing! They may prove to be collector's items in the future of this changing world. The pen and bear keychain however... oh, he just had to have them! His claws had that itch, his covetous instincts unable to resist such rewards.
Still, the door had to be opened first. There would be no earning of any prizes or whatever lay inside the pink woman's apartment without first aiding her in her noble endeavours.
"Ahem. Breaking down the door is the most forward method but... ehh, doing so may attract undesirable attention. I happened to pass by some rather... ehhh, unsavoury creatures on my way here. They were most truculent in nature."
He did not mention the fact their anger might have been because he could not resist the urge to pluck one of their glimmering 'scales' - soda can tabs actually, in passing. Going back that way might not be the safest idea, but going the other way where they did not know what lay ahead, well.
Morton's four hands pressed together, twirling his claws together in anticipation.
"Perhaps travelling together in search of your waylaid keys could be, ehhh... beneficial to us both, yes? An alliance as it were?"
If only because there was safety in numbers, and neither of them exactly had the physique to break down a door.
At first glance, it would be very easy to assume she was human. If asked, she would happily proclaim such as well! But the more she thinks about it, the more she can’t help feeling that that’s… wrong. Not quite right. And she can’t put a finger on where that feeling comes from.
Nor does she want to think too much about it.
“Aha, well, I kinda just grab stuff without thinking… these are just the ones I forgot about.” she admits. Originally she had two sour candies, tried one, and quickly realised she wouldn’t want to eat the second one. And honestly, who cared about receipts these days? She just kept printing them in case she happened to fall victim to those stupid security scanners at stores.
She couldn’t even explain what happened to the pen. She didn’t even realise she had one! But she definitely had two bears on her set of keys… she’s hopeful to get to keep at least one. They would be a lot harder to find once all of this was over. If it ever.
For now, she’d put them all back in her pocket. Last thing they needed was for her to drop more stuff. If that’s what actually happened to her keys.
“Oh, was that what all the noises in the building are about?” a question that makes her sound naive. Had she really not been paying attention to what was happening around her? “…I guess that explains why I felt quite a few people - or, uh, monsters? - trying to lunge at me when I was downstairs. Think I was walking a little too fast for them to get a good grip of me.”
Seemed like her bag had gotten most of the damage. A few scratches, but mostly superficial. Good thing this was her everyday bag or she would be a lot more upset about a showpiece bag being damaged in all this ruckus…
Her thoughts were quickly broken at the mention of the offer, brightening up at the other’s words. Finally, she was getting somewhere! “Really?” She double checked, tone coming out a bit more taken aback than she wanted. But then she let out a tiny squeal of excitement as she started bouncing on the heels of her feet.
“That would be perfect! Thank you so much! I already checked downstairs, and I kinda just hang around here when I’m on this floor… they shouldn’t be hard to miss! Just keep an eye out for another bear keychain, it matches the one I showed you. You can choose one to keep too, and then I can keep the other one, and then we match! I like stuff like that.”
Seemingly eager to go now that she had company, she began to make her way further along the floor. Although… she probably could’ve very easily run up the hallway by herself earlier to check. Especially when she’s claimed that she was fast enough to speed past most threats unharmed. The question is whether her words could be taken at face value.
For those that were curious on her full appearance... here she is! Maybe don't look too close at her eyes if you can recognise where else you've seen them before.
(credit for this lovely art goes to Redabino over on vgen!)
“I am getting really tired now… would it be a terrible idea to have a quick nap out in the hallway? The worst that would happen is that I don’t wake up from it, soooo…”
A shabby-looking figure shuffles past, carrying an oversized rucksack that... jingles concerningly, though with how thoroughly stuffed the bag is, it's making all sorts of noise as the creature lumbers past. It pauses momentarily, as though suddenly noticing someone is there and turns to look, revealing the glints of multiple eyes within the darkness of the hood concealing its features.
"Ehhh... you are... standing there, pink woman. Are you lost? Morton can help. Peradventure, if pink woman has junk...?" @fidgetcricket
@fidgetcricket
She pays no attention to the jingles at first, it wouldn’t be the oddest noise she’s heard from the complex these days. Only when she realises that she’s attracted attention does she come out of whatever mental cloud she had drifted off into.
“Lost? Oh, no, just locked out!” Hands drift to quadruple check her pockets. Nope. Still no keys. Darn. Her expression shifts to one of thought as she’s inquired if she has junk. What counts as junk? “Not sure if I really have anything on me…” she murmurs as she passes her hands through her pockets again, grasping whatever she can grab.
She pulls out a lone sour candy, some receipts, the shell of a pen… and a fluffy bear keychain. Seems like it’s meant to be part of one larger keychain but has broken off?
“There’s way more stuff in my apartment, but unless my keys suddenly pop up somewhere or someone decides my door is breakable, neither of us are gonna see it.”
"I also gotta do something about my hair if I can find some scissors or something... it's gotten way too long. Not sure how, but it's almost down to my feet!"
"Great news! Found one of my keychains stuck on one of my belt loops, so I definitely had my keys on me. Bad news? Still no keys. Dunno if someone's run off with them or something..."
"I hope I didn't drop them when I was downstairs grabbing food. Maybe I am gonna have to bust my door down if I don't find them."
"Thou remembered to take thy phone with thee yet thee forgat to take thy keys to thine homestead? Thou art luckless." @under-the-stares
@under-the-stares
“Whatever happened to “help thy neighbor”, huh…?” She murmured to herself. That thought isn’t dwelled on for long. “I just always have my phone on me! I keep my keys in a little dish next to the door, and there’s a bunch of other knick-knacks in there, so I guess I thought I had already swiped them cause I couldn’t see them?”
