[LOG] - Open September Catch-all!

[marmoron]

Who: Keith and YOU
When:September Catch-all
Where: Around Gloucester + Network Post
Summary: Network post inquiring and recruiting for cryptid enthusiasts, graveyard exploration, getting a one day gig as a sandwich
Warnings:cryptids, graveyard exploration, possible grave robbing?



I. Network (UN: NO)
[ after having read the papers about this mysterious sea creature, keith is actually curious enough to post on the network. the things you do when you have a fondness for cryptids?? ]

hey. i don't know if any of you saw the headline about that mysterious sea serpent, but i want to find it. i've never heard of anything called the "snakeship" before, but it kind of reminds me of of the loch ness monster.

back home i would wager some of the cryptids were aliens visiting earth or something. here, i'm guessing if they exist they're tied to some entity. if anyone's got ideas or wants to help track it down, let me know.

II. Following the music
[ finally fed up with the goddamn tune playing in his head, keith follows the sound all the way down to the local graveyard.... where he's apparently just fallen asleep by one of the headstones. wake him? steal his money? spook him? the choice is yours. just be careful, he's a light sleeper. ]

III. Odd jobs
[ listen. there is a perfectly valid explanation for why keith is dressed as a sandwich and handing out fliers with a dead eyed expression to anyone walking past the locally owned "Bob's Subs." looks like the new buzz in town over pecker's has left other businesses trying some uh... fresh ideas for advertising. ]

Hi. [ if he sounds and looks like he's dying inside, that's because he is. ] Lettuce brighten your day with a fresh ham sandwich.

[ art source!]

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iii. ( i know that sandwich )

[earthshine]

[ ah. so valid explanations for current attire are required today? here's shiro’s: he took a two-hour gig as a model for a men’s fashion account on instagram…? yeah, instagram, that’s it. shiro doesn’t have his own but he saw the pic before it went up. strange artistic take if you ask him.

but ah well, he has $150 in his pocket. the suit is his by the way -- sears and its flash sale of $49.99, basically a steal! he would have been stupid not to buy it. and now, he’s walking toward adi headquarters, suit still a little damp and still a little bubbled an’ sudsy, because he didn’t have the foresight to bring a change of clothes. he just so happens to be on the same street of bob’s subs. and well, a human-sized sandwich.

wait.

wait. he knows that sandwich.

amusement building, shiro has a wide, shit-eating, this is the greatest thing ever grin by the time he’s standing a few paces from keith. he crosses his arms loosely and does a piss poor job of keeping the laughter out of his voice. ]

You’re a sandwich.

( ooc; i'm a horrible person & can't remember the artistic credit for the pic ;; )

[marmoron]

[ keith is making every effort not to make eye contact with anyone passing by on the streets as he holds out fliers. in other words, he is quite possibly the shyest sandwich in all of gloucester. now this, of course, doesn't stop him from spotting the guy in the suit rapidly making his way over, but it's an extra beat before he registers who said guy in the suit is.

it's weird for all of two seconds. keith doesn't see shiro dressed all dapper much. but weird hits very differently when a light breeze blows green lettuce frill in his face and keith remembers all ocer again what he himself is wearing right this second.

he jerks back, crouching as much as the costume will let him (not much at all) behind a placard advertising fresh cold cut sandwiches, holding the paper fliers over his face. he's not here, do not perceive this humble sandwich. ​]

[earthshine]

[ this is the red paladin. this is the man who has been part of recon, as well as sabotage missions of sneaking around battle cruisers and through galra outposts. which makes him ducking behind a placard all the more hilarious. preventing a laugh out of sheer will, shiro meanders closer to the placard, each step slowed down to prolong his amusement.

inevitably though: ]

Keith. [ standing in front of the placard, shiro leans just so to get a look at keith behind. ] Keith I know it’s you. Stop hiding.

[ or better said, trying to hide. it's implied though, when shiro pinches the top of the sandwich costume -- the part that is too tall to fit behind the sign -- and gives it a shake. ]

[marmoron]

[ as long as keith keeps his mouth shut and face hidden, plausible deniability is very much on his side, okay? let him have his copium.

but then there's a grab and yank maneuver at bread bun and keith groans, trying to crouch down even lower. how sad then, that the back of the sandwich costume refuses to compress between his ass and thighs... ]

I'm not hiding... [ muttered, still very much keeping the flyers over his face. ] I'm having a moment, okay?

[ a moment of what? don't ask keith, please and thanks. ]

[earthshine]

[ well, it’s a good thing keith doesn’t consider this hiding because it’s certainly not effective. mercifully, shiro plays his part as the good best friend and doesn’t ask, which he really deserves some credit for. the explanation would surely be hilarious. alas, shiro only smiles and lets go of the costume, pressing both palms over the top of the placard. he leans, but barely, not trusting the placard to support his weight. ]

Uh huh, alright. [ with keith still covering his face, shiro takes advantage of the following beat to look him up and down, chewing at his lip to control the urge to laugh. ]

Can I at least have one of those flyers while you -- have your moment? [ he isn’t made of stone, forgive him; the last couple of words slow, each one punctuated with glee. he reaches over then, left fingers wriggling. ]

I’m pretty hungry all of a sudden.

[marmoron]

[ that mirth registers crystal clear if the visibly reddening tips of keith's ears are any indication. but maybe not, maybe his ears will now be perfectly camouflaged by the bits of felt tomato. either way, ]

No! [ more reflexive than anything, keith gives those wriggly fingers a light swat with the he fliers. face now visible from behind the placard, keith shoots shiro the most dignified expression he can manage, then straightens up while haughtily clearing his throat. ]

I mean fine, here! [ have a crummy flier -- grumble grumble, enjoy the odd advertisings for surf and turf subs btw, and another slightly dismayed: ] Why are you a suit?

[earthshine]

[ wow, attacking potential customers, what would your employer say, keith?? as opposed to keith’s haughty display, shiro is still banking hard on amusement, mouth seemingly stuck on a smile. gee thanks, he will, in fact, enjoy looking over this… concoction. in theory, steak and shrimp go well together; surf n’ turfs are usually the priciest things on the menu at high end restaurants.

but… a philly cheesesteak with a layer of slathered shrimp? why is there so much cheese? and why does it bother shiro so much?

guess the smile isn’t stuck; he’s well on his way to a perplexed frown. there’s a question, however, and shiro tears his gaze from the printed sub, taking in his friend sub instead. ]

Oh.

[ that’s right. he practically forgot that keith isn’t the only one dressed out of the norm. ]

I was making some extra cash. [ and there’s nothing particularly weird about how he went about making said cash, but here, shiro directs his gaze back to the flyer, forcing nonchalance -- ] By, uh, modeling? [ -- which he completely butchers. why is that inflecting high as a question? ]

[marmoron]

[ aaaaand there's the cue for keith's eyebrow to rocket up into his hairline. ]

You're modelling?

[ it's said with the kind of incredulity that plainly says keith has momentarily forgotten that he is, in fact, a sandwich in his quest for extra conspiracy board supplies. he really has no right to be judging or questioning anything and yet-- ]

I didn't know you liked modeling? Since when do you have a modeling career?

[ he squints, straightening up and placing one hand on his hip, like he's not peddling unfortunate philly cheese steaks to an unsuspecting populace. ]

[earthshine]

[ once upon a time, it wouldn’t have been so unheard of. being the garrison’s poster boy had him dabbling close; never anything that can be dubbed modeling, of course, but he was a marketing tool at one point. it’s how he wound up smiling for a camera and having his face printed on a pamphlet to later be passed out to kids barely into their teens. now though, he can understand the heavy-handed shock. it goes without saying that shiro holds no favor for showing off much of himself these days.

self-consciously, he tugs at the left cuff of his suit jacket, gaze fluttering to the side. ]

I don’t.

[ to both questions, really. the only reason he took this gig is because the ad said suit required, meaning he’d be fully dressed. dming the photographer had shiro sending a headshot, half expecting the scar and confusing hair to earn him a swift no thanks, but to his surprise, it got him a time, a place and an eventual wad of cash.

would he do it again? maybe. seems better than dressing up as a sandwich, at least. ]

There was a casting call for a shoot and it looked like a quick and easy way to make money. [ in the following pause, he looks to keith and then offers a one-shoulder shrug. ]

The photographer liked me, so.

[marmoron]

[ keith squints even further hearing that, completely oblivious to shiro's self consciousness. ]

The photographer liked you.

[ hands still on his hip, he steps away from the placard to come stand in front of his best friend. ]

This wasn't some skeevy photoshoot, was it?


[ assumedly not if suits were involved, but suspicious sandwich is suspicious. ]

[earthshine]

[ liked him, yeah, is that so hard to believe? on second thought — yeah, maybe. shiro doesn’t really fit the mold of the typical model. shiro’d just been thinking this himself but to have it echoed by keith… that stings a bit. so does keith immediately thinking it’s that kind of photoshoot.

shiro sputters, spine straightening and shoulders going rigid. ]

No! [ of course not! why — why? ]

I’m not that hard up for cash.

[marmoron]

[ the hand comes off the sandwich's hip, but the scrutiny is still present and definitely not being apologized for. ]

Ok. Just making sure.

[ it seems like a normal thing to inquire after, right? gotta make sure your best friend was comfortable and not getting hit on while being photographed and all that. ]

So what kind of shoot was it? Can I see?

] will shiro be making an appearance in a jc penney catalogue at some point... ]

[earthshine]

[ the real question here is: what would keith do if shiro had answered yes? before, shiro was banking on keith judging him but now, shiro wonders if he’d have to send the photographer a dm, warning him to be on the lookout for a mullet on legs. ]

Oh, you know… the regular kind? [ … what does that even mean? listen, shiro isn’t well-versed in modeling. there were lights and a fancy camera and props – all the standard aspects of a shoot. truthfully though, shiro still has no idea what the point of it was. what were they selling? what were they promoting?

rubber duckies??

he pulls out his phone and opens up his instagram app. fashionboys is punched in and – there, the most recent post is him. he pulls it up and turns the phone to show keith. ]

Don’t ask me to explain it. I don’t think I can.