audience: pickles

[mygod]

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WEEK 0 WEDNESDAY

[mygod]

[ shortly after the bitchy bird pecks at pickles and flies away, famine comes by. they are looking at the note, baffled. ]

What. How did you even do this.

[rimet]

[ He is fine being pecked. He has seen how mean they can be, so he more or less expected it. But then he meets Famine and wags his tail. ]

Woof.

[ The device speaks, as it is not possessed by shitposts any longer:

The puppy notes that writing is the hardest form of communication. ]

[mygod]

Woof.

[ walks over and gives pickles one headpat ]

Then just put the pawprint next time. I'll get the idea.

So someone stole your bed?

[rimet]

[ Yay, headpat. Pickles slightly nods with a small whine.

The puppy is concerned about the security of the lodgings as it has heard that someone has been putting leeches in blankets in another location. ]

week 1, monday

[mygod]

[ NOT THIS....

the paw print can only be one person (dogson), so they show up. may not sneak attack on a dog even if it was forced onto a cat person. senses and all. ]

Hello... Pickles.

[ this is said exactly like someone who has never said the word pickles in their life. ]

[rimet]

Woof.

[ Strange way to say his name, but it's his name, so he's okay with it.

The puppy greets you in return and asks if there were any new developments on your end.

But also, like. Eat an apple. Here. Pickles rolls one over to him. I guess they're at the island now?? ]

[mygod]

[ listen, ]

It depends on what you already know, or do not know.

[ not the fruit.... help them. they will pick up the apple, but don't eat it just yet. ]

[rimet]

[ That... is a fair response, actually. Pickles accepts that and looks over at War again while sitting. ]

Woof, woof.

[ The puppy asks if you can inform it of its partner. ]

week 3, tuesday

[egodist]

[ hi haki

anyway you think famine just wears that mask all day when they don't have to? the vision that comes in through the distorted air of the basement is none other than this guy. he looks startled, somehow ]

What in Hades—the puppy?

[rimet]

[ me shaking I KNEW IT AAAAAAA ]

Awooo...

[ The puppy missed you and others, but not much else and it is not sorry about that. ]

[egodist]

[ LMAOOOOOO ]

I have heard your accommodations sound marginally better.

[ he'll crouch down then beckon pickles to come closer ]

Let me see your fur. What did they do to you?

[rimet]

[ yeah his home is barks and waffles now. 24/7 books and breakfast food all day

I'm not sure how this works, but if it's facetime, Pickles just kinda... shoves his body closer to the camera(??? wherever that is). ]

Woof, woof.

[ The puppy received burn damage and received fire fleas. ]

week 5, tuesday

[mygod]

[ getting hit with this war nendo right on the nogging. IMAGINE THIS HAPPENING THE WEEK THEY ARE TANGIBLE. ]

What in the gods... [ oh. THE DOG. ] ...Ah. Hello.

[rimet]

Woof!

[ His tail wags.

The puppy thought the little figurine was very accurate in your liking and decided to give it to you. It also wonders how you have been. ]

[mygod]

[ ............the way the emotionshare is that the wagging tail is, while bewildering, kind of cute.

they peer at the thing dropped onto their head, and there's a lot of confusion. ]

I suppose it does. I have... been alright.

[ the vibes are... that's sort of a lie. ]

[rimet]

[ war would lie??? ]

Woo.

[ The puppy says that this week's effects reveal the truth in your feelings. ]

week 5, tuesday

[mygod]

[ oh!!! hello!! ]

Is this a tiny me?

[rimet]

[ hello!!!

Pickles nods and wags his tail. Hello, Pesto.

The puppy says that the figurine mask is just as spiky as yours. ]

[mygod]

Hehe, well! That seems kind of dangerous, actually.

[ YOU CAN POKE AN EYE OUT ]

You have this sort of stuff over there?

week 5 tuesday

[wolftonic]

[ pickles :pleading: drops you the penthouse description for now

The penthouse, as one might expect of... a penthouse, is more spacious than the studios and built out with actual rooms. It's modestly furnished and nondescript to the point of emptiness: austere, wooden furniture and plain windows, impossibly fogged and streaked with water, even if the weather outside is clear; the sound of rain persists. Atop the desks are tidy lines of jars filled with looted supplies from the pharmacy, tools from the hospital, vials in a stand, and a stack of notes. It's neat, academic, and impersonal. There's also a polished, whittled statue of a wolf to the far side, as well as some keychains.

The 'decor' is otherwise limited to flowers. Drying from the ceiling, dying in vases, dropping petals that decay and vanish before they strike the ground. Two lotuses set in a china bowl, one starting to wrinkle and wither. His Death mask is hung up, but beside it is another fashioned firmly on one of the walls, as though grafted in, swollen onto the wood like a tick to skin. Basically these are the vibes, except less cozy and more surreal, gritty and strange as any of the other rooms. There's some couches and a TV too, for convenience.

nehan will get the door for him so he can trot inside. ]

...Good morning, Pickles. [ the vibes are that he's fine with a visit, with a muted curiosity. ]

[rimet]

[ damn. aventurine wants this penthouse??

Pickles trots inside when welcomed and then drops the Nehan and Death nendo at his feet. It's you!! He sits with his tail wagging.

The puppy wonders if you are busy. ]

[wolftonic]

[ theoretically it would be much more glamorous if someone like aventurine lived here, instead everyone gets depression.

anyway, it's him!! he blinks down in surprise at the figurines, then slowly walks his hands down his crutch so he can crouch down and fetch them. there is a very buried, slightly conflicted emotion in response, where he's touched, but—a little melancholic. his voice is professional, though. ]

...Thank you. And no, I have an excess of time these days. [ he's here for whatever. ]

week 5, tuesday

[egodist]

[ picks up the toy as he shows up, corporeal. the vibes are vaguely curious but mostly just chill and calm. no crunchy emotions... ]

New chew toy...?

[ NOT THE FAMINE CHEW TOY ]

[rimet]

[ gasp... no crunchy

Pickles stares at Famine with a look of disbelief for a second. ]

Woof.

[ The puppy says it is a little figurine in your likeness with the mask on. ]

[egodist]

I think the question still stands, but you're more polite than that.

[ scien wouldn't be offended if his likeness was made into a chew toy ]