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metalogs2022-03-08 09:26 pm
slidesrightoff) wrote in metalogs2022-03-08 09:26 pm
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OPEN -- Golden retriever accidentally causes chaos wherever he goes
Who: Eddie Myers slidesrightoff & you
What: Eddie finds himself in some light hijinks
When: Early to mid March
Where: Central City
Content Warnings: None, will update if needed
01. Central City Park
[The day was just too beautiful to stay indoors. Wanting to take advantage of the weather, Eddie found a nice spot in the grass away from the general flow of the park crowds and was sitting on a towel, sketchbook in his lap, a small bag of art supplies next to him.
He hadn’t intended to stay long, just sketch a few things he saw before heading back to his hotel room, but once he started he quickly found himself lost in his art, alternating between staring out at the scenery in front of him, scribbling and erasing at the sketchbook page, and flipping to the next page. For the first time since he arrived, he forgot about all of his troubles, at least for a little while.
Try as he might to stay inconspicuous, he is a 6+ foot shiny blue robot man with a human head intensely staring out into a crowd, and that sort of thing sticks out.
Occasionally people peek over his shoulder, which he tries not to mind when he notices.
At one point in the day, one of the bystanders notices him sketching and takes offense, demanding to see and snatch his sketchbook. Eddie protests and clutches it to his chest, only causing the person’s objections to get louder. Every time the person grabs for him Eddie scoots away, but with the crowd forming it’s getting harder.]
02. Central City Library
[All he wanted was a book. He wasn’t too picky about which one, really. Something with a neat cover and a fun-sounding title. Preferably something not too long. Just a good story he could lose some time in and not think about how he really needed to make a decision to avoid becoming homeless for a few hours.
Instead, he finds some big burly dude angrily poking him in the back like that would do anything but hurt the burly dude.
You think you're so good you're a metahuman that you gotta flaunt it in front of everyone?
Inwardly, Eddie sighs.]
Not flaunting. Just living. It was sort of this or death, and I kind of like being alive.
[Unfortunately, dry humor failed to defuse the situation. In fact, it only seemed to make things worse, as the guy takes a few steps forward, all but punching Eddie’s metallic chest (probably because he realized that poking him would only break a finger). Eddie could easily overpower this asshole, but instead, he takes a step back every time the man advances, unwilling to rise to the bait.
This only serves to anger the guy who finally takes a swing for real. Eddie jerks back, more to protect the jerk’s hand than out of any sense of danger, and as his back connects with the metallic bookcase behind him, he’s realized that the situation has accidentally been escalated. It takes a second, but the creak of the bookcase tipping echoes across the mostly silent library.]
03. Central City streets
[There is Eddie, holding a wallet out to an elderly person, waiting for them to take it. Rather than do that very normal thing, they are instead staring at it as if he were holding a live snake, and snakes were most definitely not their thing.
You stole my wallet?
Eddie blinks. The wallet is right there. In his hand. Very much not stolen.]
Uh... no? You dropped it and I’ve been trying to get your attention for the last block.
[The person just... stares some more at the wallet in Eddie’s hand. Then they get angry.
I can’t believe you stole my wallet!
Seriously? Eddie just stares, nonplussed. It's still right there. It hasn’t gone anywhere.]
If... If I wanted to take your wallet, I wouldn’t have chased after you... holding your wallet.
[That seems to fall on deaf ears as the person is wound up well and good now, and just going off on Eddie for the supposed theft. Eddie bites the inside of his lip to keep from saying anything or betraying his true feelings on his face. Apparently, years of people sneering “the Blackguard boy” at him as an insult taught him something about how to keep a blank face. Still not worth it.]
Closed to Balthier
One second!
[The sword didn’t want to fit in his closet, but Eddie managed to get it in there with one last shove before going to open the front door. He greets Balthier with a smile.]
Hey! I wasn’t expecting you. [He pauses.] Or was I? Did I forget something again?
[He really didn’t think he did, but this wouldn’t be the first time he’d been proven wrong on that front, so it never hurt to ask.]
What’s up?
[The closet takes this moment to finally give up its valiant fight, and the door creaks open, spilling out a truly spectacular array of useless shit—swords, sketchbooks, clothes, paints (thankfully sealed), a bag of something that suspiciously looks like cat food, motor oil, canvases... just things that don’t belong in a hotel closet.
He spins around and groans at the sudden junk avalanche.]
Damn it.
slidesrightoff & youWhat: Eddie finds himself in some light hijinks
When: Early to mid March
Where: Central City
Content Warnings: None, will update if needed
01. Central City Park
[The day was just too beautiful to stay indoors. Wanting to take advantage of the weather, Eddie found a nice spot in the grass away from the general flow of the park crowds and was sitting on a towel, sketchbook in his lap, a small bag of art supplies next to him.
He hadn’t intended to stay long, just sketch a few things he saw before heading back to his hotel room, but once he started he quickly found himself lost in his art, alternating between staring out at the scenery in front of him, scribbling and erasing at the sketchbook page, and flipping to the next page. For the first time since he arrived, he forgot about all of his troubles, at least for a little while.
Try as he might to stay inconspicuous, he is a 6+ foot shiny blue robot man with a human head intensely staring out into a crowd, and that sort of thing sticks out.
Occasionally people peek over his shoulder, which he tries not to mind when he notices.
At one point in the day, one of the bystanders notices him sketching and takes offense, demanding to see and snatch his sketchbook. Eddie protests and clutches it to his chest, only causing the person’s objections to get louder. Every time the person grabs for him Eddie scoots away, but with the crowd forming it’s getting harder.]
02. Central City Library
[All he wanted was a book. He wasn’t too picky about which one, really. Something with a neat cover and a fun-sounding title. Preferably something not too long. Just a good story he could lose some time in and not think about how he really needed to make a decision to avoid becoming homeless for a few hours.
Instead, he finds some big burly dude angrily poking him in the back like that would do anything but hurt the burly dude.
You think you're so good you're a metahuman that you gotta flaunt it in front of everyone?
Inwardly, Eddie sighs.]
Not flaunting. Just living. It was sort of this or death, and I kind of like being alive.
[Unfortunately, dry humor failed to defuse the situation. In fact, it only seemed to make things worse, as the guy takes a few steps forward, all but punching Eddie’s metallic chest (probably because he realized that poking him would only break a finger). Eddie could easily overpower this asshole, but instead, he takes a step back every time the man advances, unwilling to rise to the bait.
This only serves to anger the guy who finally takes a swing for real. Eddie jerks back, more to protect the jerk’s hand than out of any sense of danger, and as his back connects with the metallic bookcase behind him, he’s realized that the situation has accidentally been escalated. It takes a second, but the creak of the bookcase tipping echoes across the mostly silent library.]
03. Central City streets
[There is Eddie, holding a wallet out to an elderly person, waiting for them to take it. Rather than do that very normal thing, they are instead staring at it as if he were holding a live snake, and snakes were most definitely not their thing.
You stole my wallet?
Eddie blinks. The wallet is right there. In his hand. Very much not stolen.]
Uh... no? You dropped it and I’ve been trying to get your attention for the last block.
[The person just... stares some more at the wallet in Eddie’s hand. Then they get angry.
I can’t believe you stole my wallet!
Seriously? Eddie just stares, nonplussed. It's still right there. It hasn’t gone anywhere.]
If... If I wanted to take your wallet, I wouldn’t have chased after you... holding your wallet.
[That seems to fall on deaf ears as the person is wound up well and good now, and just going off on Eddie for the supposed theft. Eddie bites the inside of his lip to keep from saying anything or betraying his true feelings on his face. Apparently, years of people sneering “the Blackguard boy” at him as an insult taught him something about how to keep a blank face. Still not worth it.]
Closed to Balthier
One second!
[The sword didn’t want to fit in his closet, but Eddie managed to get it in there with one last shove before going to open the front door. He greets Balthier with a smile.]
Hey! I wasn’t expecting you. [He pauses.] Or was I? Did I forget something again?
[He really didn’t think he did, but this wouldn’t be the first time he’d been proven wrong on that front, so it never hurt to ask.]
What’s up?
[The closet takes this moment to finally give up its valiant fight, and the door creaks open, spilling out a truly spectacular array of useless shit—swords, sketchbooks, clothes, paints (thankfully sealed), a bag of something that suspiciously looks like cat food, motor oil, canvases... just things that don’t belong in a hotel closet.
He spins around and groans at the sudden junk avalanche.]
Damn it.