There's something terribly wrong with your muffler.

[chore_boy]

Who: The PENGUINS oh and ao kiji i guess
Where: Fibers of Georgia
When: May 29th - ??? Undetermined.
What: No shenanigans. This is dead serious stuff right here.
Warnings: Shenanigans.
Style: Wait did I say shenanigans? Action/Log friendly.
Status: OPEN to crew, anyone who's also on the island, idk???

[Remember to date your posts! I'll update this thing with even stuff if need be. Also, Kuzan has to clean up those shards of wood from every time he bangs his head on a doorway.]

Comments

Any Day

[delicate_maiden]

[Kai is absolutely in her element on this island. Every last cent she has saved up is getting spent on clothes and you're not likely to find her in the same outfit twice, even if you run into her multiple times over the course of the same day. That what she wears affects her personality and abilities hasn't even registered with her. All she sees are CLOTHES CLOTHES CLOTHES. (Though someone might want to point out that she may want to reconsider this outfit.) She's also available for fashion consultations!]

[chore_boy]

[Finding out quickly that Coby didn't like a lot of the free clothes he was given, he finally decided he would buy something. Something that wouldn't make him feel weird and rude and more important than he actually was. He frowned inwardly, realizing that there wasn't any distinction between mens' and womens' clothing at all. Everything was in the same space.

Finally, he found an outfit he thought would be neutral. When Coby finished putting on the ronin's robes and left the dressing room--his expression turned dark and somber.]

[delicate_maiden]

[It's schoolgirl time, so Kai's first response upon coming across Coby in his latest outfit is to giggle and clap her hands.]

It suits you, it suits you~ You should toooootally keep that one!

[chore_boy]

[Coby fed Kai a deadened look, somewhat irritable as he drew his hand into the front of his robe for a pipe and tobacco. Skillfully fitting some in to the tamp and lighting it with a book of matches, he huffed and finally responded.]

Aren't you a bit too excited, Kai?

[delicate_maiden]

[That's really, really eerie. He's just one insult short of convincing her he's channeling Lord Ujiyasu.]

Um...no? Uh...

[No, seriously, do they need an exorcist?]

Are you, like, okay?

[chore_boy]

[Coby let out little pools of smoke from his nostrils.]

Am I okay? I don't feel ill, if that's what you're asking. Otherwise, at the moment--nothing is amiss.

[delicate_maiden]

I don't know...I mean...you're awful...um...

[She waves her hands vaguely.]

Calm?

[chore_boy]

Ah. [Coby looked to Kai once more, tilting his pipe.] Do I?

[It was turning a little less calm and a little more dark and broody.]

[delicate_maiden]

Y-yeah...and it's, um, getting a liiiittle creepy.

[She's pretty sure she saw someone dressed as an exorcist earlier this morning. Maybe she should figure out where they went because wow. This is extremely un-Coby-like.]

[chore_boy]

I see. Why do you think it's creepy? All I'm doing is speaking peacefully with you.

[With the aura of a crazed murderer, sure.]

[delicate_maiden]

Exactly! Usually you'd be having a panic attack by now! Which, I mean, good for you that you're not but, like, it's super eerie.

[She possibly should have brought her sword but it didn't match the whole schoolgirl thing.]

[chore_boy]

Ahhh. Interesting. I suppose you prefer my behavior when I'm more shy and nervous?

[He carelessly tapped some ash out of his pipe.]

[delicate_maiden]

Huh? Um...maybe? I mean, sometimes it can be a total hassle, but you're freaking me out right now. Are you sure you're feeling okay? Do you need an exorcist?

[Can't hurt to ask, right?]

[chore_boy]

...Nonsense. My name is Coby and I'm a Captain of the Marines.

[He flipped his pipe and drew his hand into his robe for more tobacco.]

If I identify as such, shouldn't my identity be clear?

[delicate_maiden]

No, no! See, okay, it's like this: You're usually all "aaaah!" but now you're acting like cool and stuff. Like, I'm pretty sure if someone offered you a pipe and tobacco before you'd be like "Oh no! I couldn't! What if it messed up my breathing! I've been working so hard on that! And it could make a mess! No! How terrible! I'd never get all the ash cleaned up!" and then you'd, like, break out in a cold sweat until you found the broom just so you knew it was still there.

[Or something like that. She nods sagely, sure she's explained it quite well this time.]

[chore_boy]

[Coby listened, his expression turning more and more deadened as Kai progressed. As she finished, he took one little toke off of the pipe and--]

I see. You possessed such a low opinion of me?

[delicate_maiden]

Huh? No? You're just really, um, flaily?

[Yeah, she worries that he's going to fret himself into oblivion, but it's not like she looks down on him or anything. Far be it for her to criticize anyone for being too high strung.]

[chore_boy]

It seems as if your definition of me is one that doesn't seem 'cool'. Unless you mean 'cool headed', I'm fairly certain that constitutes as derision.

[There was a thin stream of smoke leaving his lips.]

Perhaps you've only chosen poor phrasing?

[delicate_maiden]

Huh?

[Too many words with too many syllables. Brain shutting down.]

Do you want people to think you're cool or something? Is that what's going on? Because you're kinda doing it wrong.

[chore_boy]

I haven't any clue what on Earth you're getting at, young lady. [Not that Kai was all that much younger than he was--]

I'm enjoying a smoke. Beyond that, nothing else.

[lazyjustice]

[somehow or another found himself dressed as a Venetian (or the equivalent) boater. Complete with the boat. So he is poling along, making up for the lack of water by creating a thin sheet of ice to carry him along.

He stops as he sees Kai, though and stares at her a long moment before tipping his straw like hat up]

Need a ride?

[delicate_maiden]

[Kai's current dress involves a hoop skirt so large that she's not quite sure she'll fit in the boat if she even manages to get into it somehow. Still, a lady should be polite. She folds her parasol and pouts cutely.]

My, I should hate to turn down an offer from a gentleman, but however would I get in?