[It is 3 in the morning when Caviar gets a message from his roommate, who ostensibly should have been just in the other room but maybe not if the way he's TEXTING him instead is anything to go by]
Captain Captain are you awake I need you for something it's urgent
[And this is why you should always leave your computer on, in case of emergencies!
Caviar's changes are still fairly fresh. He may be a giant wolf man, but the lingering fog has yet to let up and allow him to experience a day form he doesn't even realize he has, let alone the massive fatigue that comes along with it. As such, he's yet to become nocturnal, but the slumbering captain's ears twitch when he hears the alert.
Thank goodness for better hearing.
Groggy, Caviar pulls himself to the computer, trying to figure out just WHY Sparkling wouldn't come to him if they live together. Would that mean he isn' home then...?
Seeing "urgent" is all it really takes to get his full attention. A once barely awake Caviar now finds his heart racing. No need to write anything fancy, he gets right to the point:]
[Is Sparkling well aware that sending this sort of message after everything is probably more than a little alarming? Yes. Does that stop him from sending it anyway…]
Fine for now In the bar Please be careful coming down the stairs
[That's...a bit of a relief, but not by much. Sure, he doesn't have to go full "battle stations" mode, but Sparkling can possibly hear the haste in his steps as he hurries for the stairs anyway. His friend may not be dying, but he still finds it hard to believe an urgent message in the middle of the night isn't some sort of emergency.
Having mastered the stairs by now, Caviar is sure to take Sparkling's warning seriously, but a part of him really hopes he isn't just making fun of how he used to struggle-]
Well, I'm here.
[He doesn't hear any serious cries of distress, or smell any large amount of blood that would make him worry. Sparkling's kitchen smells of blood more than here, so hopefully that means the vampire's still in one piece.]
[It had been one thing to die the way he did in Felfri. It's entirely another to be witness to just how much it has spiraled out of hand.
He can't control what Kaito chooses to do, of course, and maybe there's some sort of karmatic retribution to be had in someone incriminating themselves in public like he did. It's not like he has anyone to blame for the response but himself. That said, it also means that everyone with a laptop and reading comprehension knows what happened. He'd chosen to tell a select few, but that was that. It's too late to bring it back now, what's done is done.
But when Sparkling eventually checks in on the post and sees Caviar's response, he realizes that he can't keep as hands-off about it as he'd like. His break for fresh air is cut short, and he's in bat form flying as fast as he possibly can towards the park. Fortunately, Caviar is not hard at all to find in his current state, even with Sparkling's limited vision as a bat. He shifts forms midair just to be safe, diving down through the cloud of mist created so he can pull up and land in front of Caviar, looking more than a little frazzled.]
[It's hard to describe the sort of rage Caviar is experiencing right now, but the people around him sure act like they can feel it. People move out of the way for the bulky wolf man as he swiftly gallops on all fours to the park his target is supposedly at, although most people would probably move out of the way for a giant furry bullet, rage or no...
So he's a little caught off guard when someone purposely gets in his way. If this was anyone else, things might have gotten......aggressive, but thankfully it's only Sparkling. You know, the last person he'd ever want to hurt here.]
Outta the way, Sparklin' Cookie, I'm in a hurry!
[It's not like the park is close by, there's enough waiting time for Sparkling's assailant to wise up and leave. Can't have that, now can we?]
[Yes Sparkling, he is- but what Sparkling means is that he's not going to let him go, not until he's at least tried to stop this. So he stands his ground, his wings still spread just in case Caviar tries to bolt around him.]
Please just...listen to what I have to say. I won't stop you, but I need to talk to you, now.
[Caviar might give an irritated growl, but he makes no break to bolt, instead standing himself up and folding his arms. As much as he'd love to be strangling a stranger he had an internet argument with right now, Sparkling is his priority. It's be foolish not to hear him out.]
[ Sparkling & Caviar will receive two gifts, both food related. The first is a generous supply of candies, labeled "For Cheesecake! (And also for you two if you'd like!)"
The second is a supply of various cheeses, meats, crackers, and chutneys from local vendors. There are some accompanying notes from the vendors about what drinks might work well prepared with them; but of course these are only ideas. ]
[Shortly after sending a message to Sparkling apologizing...Ryou sends this one out as well.]
Sir...i would like to offer you an apology. i've already apologized to Sparkling, because he didn't deserve to hear anything i had to say that day on the network. and the way i treated you was equally shameful.
i'm glad he has a friend like you at his side, because he surely deserves it. he's a good person, and i trust in the friendships of others, despite what i said.
i know this doesn't absolve me of what i said or did, but it would be even worse not to own up to it...
[Oh...that's actually a relief. Ryou expected much more of a negative response, truth be told. Then again, not everyone was so terribly upset all the time as he had been two weeks ago.]
of course. i never really felt angry at Sparkling for turning me into a gummy snake, more at the scientists that made things worse for us.
the juice was actually pretty good.
[He would know. He had a depowered version once, for his birthday. It was a gift.
It was a really nice gift that his boyfriend had procured, probably from Sparkling. So how could he be mad?]
[Sparkling hasn't been doing well the past few days. It's clear to anyone with eyes (we politely do not include Pure Vanilla) that he's been acting unusual, even moreso than he has been as a Demon. He's been staying in his room a lot, standoffish...not interacting with the other Cookies much at all if he can help it. The times he does run into one of them, he'll give the excuse that he "isn't feeling well", and that he "doesn't want to spread it to everyone else", but seeing as how Sparkling in particular has almost never been sick...it's just strange.
Despite his differing schedule as a demon, he seems to not really be sleeping either. And since Caviar undoubtedly is awake later at night, he might catch the sound of shuffling between their shared wall, Sparkling pacing in his room. Back and forth, ad nauseum.]
[There's no way Caviar hasn't noticed how strange Sparkling's been acting. This cookie is literally the most bubbly person on the entire peninsula, this behavior is just far too bizarre. And...a part of him worries if it's because of the other cookies that recently arrived, or rather, all the time he's spent fretting over Clotted Cream. Has...has he been making Sparkling feel...neglected? As much as he hates to admit it, Caviar does have a bias towards cookies from the Republic, he...he could see himself getting lost in his need to take care of the Consul.
Oh, what a terrible friend he's been...
BUT NOT TONIGHT. As Caviar relaxes in his room, working on his little hobby ships in the warm glow of his desk lamp, his ears perk up when they catch the commotion coming from the next room. Ah, no, he isn't about to let this chance go, perhaps they can finally talk and Caviar can apologize for the lack of attention he's been giving his pal.
So while Sparkling shuffles about, he may hear the gentlest knock at his door. As much as Caviar would like to barge in, privacy is important.]
Hey? Hey, Sparklin' Cookie? Is it alright if I come on in, mate?
[Oh how ironic it is that Caviar feels that way...as if he is at all the one at fault here.
Sparkling doesn't realize he's making as much of a racket as he is, at least not until he hears someone knocking. He pauses, wondering if it will go away if he says nothing...only to wince, his ears flicking when he hears Caviar's deep voice from the other side.
...again, he could just tell him he's sick. Not to come in. But somehow, he gets the feeling that's only going to work for so long. He's been "sick" for a couple days now, just long enough for the burns on his neck to heal a little, but not all the way. He's keeping them covered with a high collar currently, but...
[Ah, wonderful, permission! Sparkling's door creeps open to only a sliver as Caviar begins to squeeze himself through. Although he's thrilled he didn't have to argue his way in, his demeanor is...softer. Smaller. He doesn't come barging in and making a grand stand out of things, but rather has his ears folded back bashfully while his tail wags quickly at the tip as a sort of doggy peace offering.
Basically he just doesn't want to set Sparkling off or give him a reason to get defensive right off the bat.]
Listen, mate, I just wanna say... [He scratches the back of his neck some, his gaze everywhere but on Sparkling himself.] ...that...y'know, I know it's been...tough...with the amount of cookies that are suddenly under your wing... And you've been doin' a GREAT job gettin' everyone all situated, believe me, I ain't here with grievances, but I do know you're the sort to pile on a lotta responsibility and—
[As Caviar rambles on and continues to look around the room, he cuts himself off when he FINALLY gets a good look at the demon he's actually talking to. Sorry, Sparkling, he wouldn't be a good captain if he wasn't so observant. That bashful demeanor goes out the window when he straightens up his posture, ears no longer folded as his face becomes the usual sort of stern it defaults to.]
What's goin' on with all the... [He gestures to his neck.]
[Oh? A message for lil ol him? The latest Ryslig disaster has been rough, to say the least, so he isn't surprised to see a Pure Vanilla message pop up. He assumes it's a wellness check.]
[The only reason why Clotted Cream didn't rush out immediately upon hearing Pure Vanilla's relayed message is because he needed to take a while to think things over. Not that hearing that Caviar wanted him around was a bad thing, of course. Far from it. It's a good sign, that the Captain seems to have no ill feelings towards him for what he did.
He's just not sure how he needs to handle it himself, after all this time.
But he knows what a part of his eventual plan is, and he still plans to act upon it. So, before he heads to the ship, he makes a brief stop at his room above The Grapevine to retrieve something. He packs it securely and safely into a canvas bag, then leaves to head toward the one and only ship that he hasn't become familiar with.
Yet.]
Captain Caviar Cookie? Are you on board?
[He calls it out from the dock, rather than attempting to board with assumed permission. Best to play it safe and respectful.]
...is not on board. Which may be surprising, considering he's married to the sea. But even sea wolves need to do things onshore every once in awhile, even if he likes to act otherwise. What was he even doing? Who knows! Let an old sea dog have his secrets.
So when Clotted Cream hears the far too excited voice of a familiar captain, he'll find that it's coming from behind him, rather than from the ship.]
Is that Clotted Cream Cookie I see there?! [He doesn't even TRY to act professional, his tail wags like an eager puppy.] Heya, mate! What, uh...what brings you out here?
[Perhaps a little vanilla birdie had a talk with him? He...he doesn't want to assume, but there's a sparkle of hope in his shiny golden eyes.]
[The lack of a reply from the direction of the ship is... slightly discouraging, and the leafy fins on Clotted Cream's ears droop just a little with the realization that Caviar isn't here. All this work for nothing
Of course, they perk right back up again as he hears that voice not from in front of him, but behind. The flicker of surprise on his face is quickly hidden before he moves to turn around, replaced by a pleasant and professional smile, and the canvas bag is tucked neatly behind his back in the process. Oh, look at that tail go, though.]
Ah, Captain! I'd been hoping you might be around.
[He clears his throat briefly.]
Pure Vanilla Cookie mentioned that your ship is in need of underwater repairs, so I thought I might offer my assistance, if you'll have me. And... perhaps we might... talk?
[Caviar doesn't know what to say at first, he's actually surprised by the wave of emotions he's feeling right now. Clotted Cream actually came on his own! Or, well, Pure Vanilla helped, but the Consul doesn't look like he's forcing himself to be here! He looks the mer up and down, discovering changes he must've missed during their time apart, looking for any hidden signs of discomfort.
He smiles all the while, smiles even brighter when he doesn't spy anything amiss. It isn't long before he can no longer contain himself as he marches over to Clotted Cream and pulls him in for the biggest hug.]
There ain't no need to be so professional, mate. [Is he sniffling just a little? It must be...sea allergies or something.] We ain't here on business.
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<Sparkling> The timeline for this is kinda wonky but let's just say somewhere early Nov
Date: 2022-11-08 06:11 am (UTC)Captain
Captain are you awake
I need you for something it's urgent
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Date: 2022-11-08 06:06 pm (UTC)Caviar's changes are still fairly fresh. He may be a giant wolf man, but the lingering fog has yet to let up and allow him to experience a day form he doesn't even realize he has, let alone the massive fatigue that comes along with it. As such, he's yet to become nocturnal, but the slumbering captain's ears twitch when he hears the alert.
Thank goodness for better hearing.
Groggy, Caviar pulls himself to the computer, trying to figure out just WHY Sparkling wouldn't come to him if they live together. Would that mean he isn' home then...?
Seeing "urgent" is all it really takes to get his full attention. A once barely awake Caviar now finds his heart racing. No need to write anything fancy, he gets right to the point:]
Where are you?
Are you injured?
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Date: 2022-11-08 06:52 pm (UTC)Fine for now
In the bar
Please be careful coming down the stairs
[why though]
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Date: 2022-11-08 07:19 pm (UTC)Having mastered the stairs by now, Caviar is sure to take Sparkling's warning seriously, but a part of him really hopes he isn't just making fun of how he used to struggle-]
Well, I'm here.
[He doesn't hear any serious cries of distress, or smell any large amount of blood that would make him worry. Sparkling's kitchen smells of blood more than here, so hopefully that means the vampire's still in one piece.]
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Date: 2022-11-14 03:33 pm (UTC)He can't control what Kaito chooses to do, of course, and maybe there's some sort of karmatic retribution to be had in someone incriminating themselves in public like he did. It's not like he has anyone to blame for the response but himself. That said, it also means that everyone with a laptop and reading comprehension knows what happened. He'd chosen to tell a select few, but that was that. It's too late to bring it back now, what's done is done.
But when Sparkling eventually checks in on the post and sees Caviar's response, he realizes that he can't keep as hands-off about it as he'd like. His break for fresh air is cut short, and he's in bat form flying as fast as he possibly can towards the park. Fortunately, Caviar is not hard at all to find in his current state, even with Sparkling's limited vision as a bat. He shifts forms midair just to be safe, diving down through the cloud of mist created so he can pull up and land in front of Caviar, looking more than a little frazzled.]
Captain, wait!
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Date: 2022-11-15 03:40 am (UTC)So he's a little caught off guard when someone purposely gets in his way. If this was anyone else, things might have gotten......aggressive, but thankfully it's only Sparkling. You know, the last person he'd ever want to hurt here.]
Outta the way, Sparklin' Cookie, I'm in a hurry!
[It's not like the park is close by, there's enough waiting time for Sparkling's assailant to wise up and leave. Can't have that, now can we?]
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Date: 2022-11-15 03:56 am (UTC)[Yes Sparkling, he is- but what Sparkling means is that he's not going to let him go, not until he's at least tried to stop this. So he stands his ground, his wings still spread just in case Caviar tries to bolt around him.]
Please just...listen to what I have to say. I won't stop you, but I need to talk to you, now.
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Date: 2022-11-15 04:02 am (UTC)Fine. I'm listenin'.
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Date: 2022-12-25 09:00 pm (UTC)The second is a supply of various cheeses, meats, crackers, and chutneys from local vendors. There are some accompanying notes from the vendors about what drinks might work well prepared with them; but of course these are only ideas. ]
<WhiteWizard>, sometime after 1/29
Date: 2023-02-03 09:07 am (UTC)Sir...i would like to offer you an apology. i've already apologized to Sparkling, because he didn't deserve to hear anything i had to say that day on the network. and the way i treated you was equally shameful.
i'm glad he has a friend like you at his side, because he surely deserves it. he's a good person, and i trust in the friendships of others, despite what i said.
i know this doesn't absolve me of what i said or did, but it would be even worse not to own up to it...
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Date: 2023-02-03 03:37 pm (UTC)<WhiteWizard>
Date: 2023-02-05 03:43 am (UTC)of course. i never really felt angry at Sparkling for turning me into a gummy snake, more at the scientists that made things worse for us.
the juice was actually pretty good.
[He would know. He had a depowered version once, for his birthday. It was a gift.
It was a really nice gift that his boyfriend had procured, probably from Sparkling. So how could he be mad?]
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Date: 2023-02-09 05:02 pm (UTC)Er, gonna be honest with ya, I have no idea what you're spoutin' about.
<WhiteWizard> forgive slow, i am reverse climbing tag mountain...
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Date: 2023-04-07 04:04 pm (UTC)Despite his differing schedule as a demon, he seems to not really be sleeping either. And since Caviar undoubtedly is awake later at night, he might catch the sound of shuffling between their shared wall, Sparkling pacing in his room. Back and forth, ad nauseum.]
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Date: 2023-04-08 04:15 am (UTC)Oh, what a terrible friend he's been...
BUT NOT TONIGHT. As Caviar relaxes in his room, working on his little hobby ships in the warm glow of his desk lamp, his ears perk up when they catch the commotion coming from the next room. Ah, no, he isn't about to let this chance go, perhaps they can finally talk and Caviar can apologize for the lack of attention he's been giving his pal.
So while Sparkling shuffles about, he may hear the gentlest knock at his door. As much as Caviar would like to barge in, privacy is important.]
Hey? Hey, Sparklin' Cookie? Is it alright if I come on in, mate?
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Date: 2023-04-08 04:06 pm (UTC)Sparkling doesn't realize he's making as much of a racket as he is, at least not until he hears someone knocking. He pauses, wondering if it will go away if he says nothing...only to wince, his ears flicking when he hears Caviar's deep voice from the other side.
...again, he could just tell him he's sick. Not to come in. But somehow, he gets the feeling that's only going to work for so long. He's been "sick" for a couple days now, just long enough for the burns on his neck to heal a little, but not all the way. He's keeping them covered with a high collar currently, but...
He sighs to himself.]
...yes. You can come in.
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Date: 2023-04-08 08:55 pm (UTC)Basically he just doesn't want to set Sparkling off or give him a reason to get defensive right off the bat.]
Listen, mate, I just wanna say... [He scratches the back of his neck some, his gaze everywhere but on Sparkling himself.] ...that...y'know, I know it's been...tough...with the amount of cookies that are suddenly under your wing... And you've been doin' a GREAT job gettin' everyone all situated, believe me, I ain't here with grievances, but I do know you're the sort to pile on a lotta responsibility and—
[As Caviar rambles on and continues to look around the room, he cuts himself off when he FINALLY gets a good look at the demon he's actually talking to. Sorry, Sparkling, he wouldn't be a good captain if he wasn't so observant. That bashful demeanor goes out the window when he straightens up his posture, ears no longer folded as his face becomes the usual sort of stern it defaults to.]
What's goin' on with all the... [He gestures to his neck.]
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Date: 2023-04-29 12:31 am (UTC)<SEAWOLF>
Date: 2023-04-29 04:37 am (UTC)That I am. What can I do ya for?
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Date: 2023-04-29 01:39 pm (UTC)[He may have a gift. And some sorry you died drinks, to go with the are you okay check up.]
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Date: 2023-04-30 03:35 am (UTC)Well I don't see why not! Door's always open, especially to you, Pure Vanilla Cookie.
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Date: 2023-06-04 02:28 am (UTC)He's just not sure how he needs to handle it himself, after all this time.
But he knows what a part of his eventual plan is, and he still plans to act upon it. So, before he heads to the ship, he makes a brief stop at his room above The Grapevine to retrieve something. He packs it securely and safely into a canvas bag, then leaves to head toward the one and only ship that he hasn't become familiar with.
Yet.]
Captain Caviar Cookie? Are you on board?
[He calls it out from the dock, rather than attempting to board with assumed permission. Best to play it safe and respectful.]
we're doing this, we're making this happen
Date: 2023-06-04 02:43 am (UTC)...is not on board. Which may be surprising, considering he's married to the sea. But even sea wolves need to do things onshore every once in awhile, even if he likes to act otherwise. What was he even doing? Who knows! Let an old sea dog have his secrets.
So when Clotted Cream hears the far too excited voice of a familiar captain, he'll find that it's coming from behind him, rather than from the ship.]
Is that Clotted Cream Cookie I see there?! [He doesn't even TRY to act professional, his tail wags like an eager puppy.] Heya, mate! What, uh...what brings you out here?
[Perhaps a little vanilla birdie had a talk with him? He...he doesn't want to assume, but there's a sparkle of hope in his shiny golden eyes.]
IT'S HAPPENING
Date: 2023-06-04 03:53 am (UTC)Of course, they perk right back up again as he hears that voice not from in front of him, but behind. The flicker of surprise on his face is quickly hidden before he moves to turn around, replaced by a pleasant and professional smile, and the canvas bag is tucked neatly behind his back in the process. Oh, look at that tail go, though.]
Ah, Captain! I'd been hoping you might be around.
[He clears his throat briefly.]
Pure Vanilla Cookie mentioned that your ship is in need of underwater repairs, so I thought I might offer my assistance, if you'll have me. And... perhaps we might... talk?
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Date: 2023-06-04 04:08 am (UTC)He smiles all the while, smiles even brighter when he doesn't spy anything amiss. It isn't long before he can no longer contain himself as he marches over to Clotted Cream and pulls him in for the biggest hug.]
There ain't no need to be so professional, mate. [Is he sniffling just a little? It must be...sea allergies or something.] We ain't here on business.
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