[log] march stuff! (open!)

[thefinalpower]

Who: Power and anybody!
When: throughout March
Where: all over town!
Summary: Power feeds some cats, makes a scene in the grocery store, and gets in some reading
Warnings: altered perception/reality, compulsion (using two of the TDM prompts), also cats?



CATS!

Really, you need to learn better survival skills. You'd hardly last a day in the wild like this.

[ Power is crouched in an alleyway, feeding pieces of a sandwich to a pair of stray cats that keep winding their way around her ankles. While this may be alarming to anyone who witnessed her feral pigeon-hunting spree during the food shortage a while back, the cats seem perfectly happy to get a free meal, and Power seems much calmer and more at ease than usual. When she can, she gives the cats scritches between their tattered ears.

Cats are always better than humans, even in weird alternate dimensions ruled by fear entities. It's a well-known fact. ]


WAX ON, WAX OFF (TDM prompt!)

The fruit is made of lies!

[ Power spits out a mouthful of apple in the middle of the grocery store, and throws the apple to the ground with force, like she's spiking a football. This gets her some pretty weirded out looks and a few glares from nearby shoppers, but does she care? Absolutely not! ]

What idiocy is this?! How have you all been fooled so easily! Regular fruit is bad enough, but fake fruit is ridiculous!


STORIED SUSSURATION (TDM prompt, possible Chainsaw Man spoilers!)

[ Power has never been a reader. She isn't particularly good at it; half of her reading experience was just hanging over Denji's shoulder while he read manga. It doesn't make sense for her to be drawn to the library, but... indulging a moment of curiousity can't hurt, can it?

Over the next week, Power's trips to the library become more and more frequent, more intensely focused. Anyone currently in the library, or even worse, anyone who has the nerve to stand between her and the history section, will be forcefully pushed aside as she strides through. ("Out of the way, fool!")

If you catch her while she's huddled in a corner, listening to the books, you might hear what sounds like a teenaged boy whispering about someone named Makima. Power herself has a strange, fierce little smile on her face, and a few tears are running down her cheeks (though she will vehemently deny this!). ]


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Comments

cats

[neonleon]

[Leo is BACK out in the wild now, the wild that is "this stupid not-new-york-city" and at least has some better fashion thanks to Rue. But still not really feeling that need to use the glamour disguise things. So he still has a hoodie pulled up and ...stops when sees that. He'll step a little closer for the moment.]

Hm. I dunno, I think they're thriving pretty well being adorable.

[thefinalpower]

They are, but what if the next person they encounter is an idiot who doesn't like cats? Pigeons and rats are more reliable than humans.

[ Power gives the scrungly-looking tabby a few scritches under her chin before finally turning to look at Leo. She takes in the hoodie, and once she notices the hint of green skin inside the hood, she's instantly in his face, grinning widely. ]

... Turtle-devil! It's you, again! Have you any more hotdogs? Or molotov cocktails? If you try to use those in the alleyway, we shall come to blows!

[neonleon]

[He is SO ready to comment on that rat thing but-

Blinks once. Twice.]

Literally don't know what you're talking about. The only turtle I know who'd use moloto-

Ugh you met Donnie, didn't you.

[thefinalpower]

I don't know his name. I vanquished him in a battle of wits, and was rewarded by hotdogs, which he carries in his shell.

[ She did not, and he does not! ]

He also greatly dislikes dead birds!

[neonleon]

...Okay, what did you do. How did you defeat him, I have to know.

[thefinalpower]

I felled a bird for my meal, and he was so awed by my hunting prowess that he gave me hotdogs as tribute. Then he set a garbage can aflame.

[ She is VERY smug about this, and there are... grains of truth in here, but translated, it basically means 'she horrified Donnie with a dead pigeon until he threw hotdogs at her, and then set the pigeon on fire' ]

[neonleon]

So you horrified him with a dead pigeon until he threw hotdogs at you and then set the pigeon on fire. Good to know.

[Sorry, Power, he's just. Like this. He knows his brother too well.]

grocery

[friendsfordinner]

Oi, there's nothing wrong with regular fruit, [ says the man who has a few oranges in his shopping basket. Though hmm, don't mind Hickey as he idly picks up one of the oranges to try and scrape at the peel, testing if it's wax or actual orange peel. ]

You're right about this idiocy business, though. But it does make you wonder what the endgame is supposed to be.

[thefinalpower]

Fruits aren't as bad as vegetables, but that just means they are merely passable instead of revolting. When they're made of wax, they aren't even that!

[ Power squints at the orange that Hickey is picking away at, and grimaces. ]

Perhaps someone is interested in seeing how many humans can be tricked into eating garbage. That one is fake, by the way.

[friendsfordinner]

[ He very quickly sets down the fake fruit before picking up a different one. ]

Yeah, but these things are always 'here's the big spooky fear of bugs or being buried alive' or something of the sort. Not eating garbage. Who's scared of that?

[thefinalpower]

Humans are scared of everything, eventually. I once vanquished a Sea Cucumber Devil, so someone must have been frightened of them.

... That one is fake too, by the way.

[ Sorry Hickey! ]

[friendsfordinner]

[ There's a looooooong pause before, ]

Are these actually fake or are you saying that just because you don't like fruit?

[thefinalpower]

I dislike most fruit, and these are fake. 'Tis truth.

[ She has gone back to rifling through the apples, and is just tossing the 'fake' ones over her shoulder, onto the ground. ]

grocery store

[abrightboy]

Malcolm frowns faintly, picks up the apple the man threw on the ground, examines it a moment.

"...There's nothing wrong with this. Well. There wasn't, until you threw it on the ground."

[thefinalpower]

"Those are your pitiful human senses talking!" Power snaps back, ignoring Malcom to dig through the rest of the fruit. She brings one up to her nose, takes a sniff, and instantly grimaces.

"These are garbage apples, it amazes me that you can't tell!"

[abrightboy]

Malcolm takes it from her, takes a bite, chews thoughtfully.

"Not the crispest. Probably been sitting in a warehouse. But. Not the worst."

[thefinalpower]

Power recoils in disgust and grimaces, as if Malcom just took a bite out of a piece of garbage. Which, to her, is exactly the case! Gross!

"What's wrong with your mouth? Can you not taste the wax?"

[abrightboy]

"What wax? It's a totally normal piece of fruit. Are you okay? Maybe we should go back to the ADI and get the infirmary to check you out," Malcolm suggests.

[thefinalpower]

"Wha... you're the one with the inferior taste buds, human!"

This time she actually takes a step back; it's clear from the look on her face that Power is not a fan of doctor appointments.

"'Tis not my fault that half the fruit is defective!"

ss

[semilethal]

[Oh there's a library? Donnie was there immediately. He's taking more precautions this time, such as setting timers on his phone and wearing oven mitts as he paws through all the books, but sue him he fucking loves reading. He also loves information, and he loves collections of information, and he loves -as always- being the smartest one in the room.

This library doesn't have much by the way of crowd to impress. Oh well. At least it's got a lot of other great things. Power not being one of them, because to be honest Donnie did not expect to see that beast woman in any kind of building of any learning, much less in its history section.

Donnie ignores her because thankfully he's not boring enough to give a shit about reading up on the civil war or whatever else she's interested in. He satisfies his curiosity in the mechanical engineering section (not much) and wanders over to see if they have anything he hasn't yet read in theoretical physics.

...someone's making a noise. Hate that. Distracting.

Donnie shakes off his oven mitts and gets his bo in his hands with a quick little flip of his fingers, holding it close as he creeps around the shelves. All that's there is that homeless girl or whatever she is, crouched over a book with her back to Donnie. She makes that soft noise again which honestly, maybe she just fell asleep, it's not his problem.

She sniffles. She's crying.

-she's crying while reading.

Donnie's blood runs ice cold as he recalls the last time he'd read something that had made him cry and he storms over, sticks his bo between the book and her face and tries to flip it right out of her hands and away from her person. Either way he's dropping into a crouch immediately after to look into her face to see if she's able to recognize him, focus on his face.]

[thefinalpower]

[ Power's hand whips out, and catches the end of the bo staff before it can smack the book away. She doesn't glance up at Donnie or even meet his eyes until he's directly up in her face, but despite the tears, when she finally makes eye contact, she doesn't look upset - just deeply, intensely focused on what she's listening to. ]

Don't interrupt!

[ If Donnie listens closely while Power snaps at him, he might be able to hear what he's interrupting: there's a faint voice floating around them, barely more than a whisper. Raspy, sounds like a teenage boy who's had a rough day. It doesn't seem to be coming from one particular book, but once it fades into focus again, Power's eyes light up.

"We got her, Powy. It worked. I made it, she's dead, and I promise I'll find you and bring you back. You owe me a Mario Kart rematch." ]

[semilethal]

[So those are tears of...happiness? And her stopping his bo at least means she can act outside of whatever she's experiencing, which is a good sign.

It still makes Donnie's skin crawl though. The memory of his teeth rattling in his head as a fist cracks across his brother's face makes him want to tear the book from her hands regardless of what she wants.]

These things are dangerous, [Donnie hisses, though he doesn't move just yet.] They'll suck you in and trap you.

[thefinalpower]

[ Uuugh, he's still talking! He's still talking, which makes it harder to hear Denji! Power huffs a sigh, and blows a piece of hair out of her face. ]

How does this benefit them? They seek to frighten us, yes? This...

[ her voice catches a bit; the whispering loop has started over again, and it feels like it's been a long, long time since anyone has called her 'Powy'. ]

... This is the best news I've heard in months. I almost forgot his voice the last time this place tricked us, if anything, I welcome the reminder.

[semilethal]

Do you not pay attention to anything? Half of the things that happen here don't just scare us, they cause behavioral anomalies. [Yanks his staff out of her grip and collapses it, stowing it back against his battle shell.] Like anger. Apathy. Obsession.

[thefinalpower]

I am not obsessed, Turtle-Devil!!

[ She snaps at him, setting the book down in her lap so she can lean forward into his personal space. Power actually looks upset! ]

I may leave any time I choose! This is the first time I've been reassured of my best friend's welfare since I arrived! I may be dead back home, and if I am, then I won't even remember who he is when I am reborn! You know nothing!