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ximilialog2023-12-05 09:29 pm
doooooog) wrote in ximilialog2023-12-05 09:29 pm
open | think of this like a low effort network post but it's in 3D
CHARACTERS: Jake (& Finn) and You!
LOCATION: Sunlight Room AKA right outside the teleportation platform
DATE: Minutes after the crew arrives back from the latest mission
CONTENT: Missing Orbs? I don't know what you're talking about, there are two giant pleading puppy eyes waiting right here for you! (translation: Finn & Jake are apparently back on the ship after going missing thanks to orb malfunctions, just in time for yet another Orb Malfunction. Say Hello!)
WARNINGS: N/A at the moment, will update in thread subject lines if that changes!
[ Confusion. Caution. Unknowable consequences, crackling in the darker corners of Ximilia's sprawling layout. All of it served another larger C-word, something the Orbs could never seem to get enough of.
Chaos, specifically. Get your mind out of the gutter.
But for all the chaos that may or may not have been bubbling in the transportation room, the vibe just outside couldn't be further from all that tumult. There, sprawled out with almost comical serenity in a patch of sunwarmed grass with a leg stretched up behind his head to was... a dog.
Not just any dog, either. ]
Oh, uh--hey there! [ Jake says, with an easy warmth and good humor that didn't distinguish between strangers or old friends. After all, the latter would know that Jake didn't often bother with such distinctions to begin with. ] Sorry about that. Guess you caught me with my hand in the cookie jar. Uh, so to speak.
Who're you talking to, Jake? [ The voice comes from high within a nearby tree, though its owner is scarcely visible aside from a set of white bear ears. The dog looks over his shoulder, hand cupping around his mouth (stretched into the in the shape of a flesh megaphone, naturally). ] You gave up on ground goss when you chose that tree life, bro.
Bliz to that, man. [ The voice sounds aggravated now, underscored by the sound of rustling branches and a sudden thud. Finn, in all his wobbly glory, barely sticks the landing... though the thrill of not landing on his face is enough to spread an unbidden grin across his lips.
It doesn't last long. Finn had a bad habit of wearing his emotions on his sleeve (some of them, anyway), and one look at the returning crew is enough to drive a deep crease between his brows. ]
Whoa. Are you guys okay?
[ Upon Finn's approach, Jake echoes his concern. Only, strangely, without any of the actual concern part.]
Yeah. [ He scratches at his ear, sounding for all the world like he was commenting on the weather. ] Y'all look like you've seen a ghost or something.
(( ooc: we're treating this like a network post kinda, so please put whether you'd like a response from Finn or Jake (or both!) in the subject line ))
LOCATION: Sunlight Room AKA right outside the teleportation platform
DATE: Minutes after the crew arrives back from the latest mission
CONTENT: Missing Orbs? I don't know what you're talking about, there are two giant pleading puppy eyes waiting right here for you! (translation: Finn & Jake are apparently back on the ship after going missing thanks to orb malfunctions, just in time for yet another Orb Malfunction. Say Hello!)
WARNINGS: N/A at the moment, will update in thread subject lines if that changes!
[ Confusion. Caution. Unknowable consequences, crackling in the darker corners of Ximilia's sprawling layout. All of it served another larger C-word, something the Orbs could never seem to get enough of.
Chaos, specifically. Get your mind out of the gutter.
But for all the chaos that may or may not have been bubbling in the transportation room, the vibe just outside couldn't be further from all that tumult. There, sprawled out with almost comical serenity in a patch of sunwarmed grass with a leg stretched up behind his head to was... a dog.
Not just any dog, either. ]
Oh, uh--hey there! [ Jake says, with an easy warmth and good humor that didn't distinguish between strangers or old friends. After all, the latter would know that Jake didn't often bother with such distinctions to begin with. ] Sorry about that. Guess you caught me with my hand in the cookie jar. Uh, so to speak.
Who're you talking to, Jake? [ The voice comes from high within a nearby tree, though its owner is scarcely visible aside from a set of white bear ears. The dog looks over his shoulder, hand cupping around his mouth (stretched into the in the shape of a flesh megaphone, naturally). ] You gave up on ground goss when you chose that tree life, bro.
Bliz to that, man. [ The voice sounds aggravated now, underscored by the sound of rustling branches and a sudden thud. Finn, in all his wobbly glory, barely sticks the landing... though the thrill of not landing on his face is enough to spread an unbidden grin across his lips.
It doesn't last long. Finn had a bad habit of wearing his emotions on his sleeve (some of them, anyway), and one look at the returning crew is enough to drive a deep crease between his brows. ]
Whoa. Are you guys okay?
[ Upon Finn's approach, Jake echoes his concern. Only, strangely, without any of the actual concern part.]
Yeah. [ He scratches at his ear, sounding for all the world like he was commenting on the weather. ] Y'all look like you've seen a ghost or something.
(( ooc: we're treating this like a network post kinda, so please put whether you'd like a response from Finn or Jake (or both!) in the subject line ))
give me BOTH of them BOYS
So Yzak heads off as he usually does, perhaps first to his room if only to clean up before busying himself with something else. But as he moves through the sunlight he's caught completely off guard by the returning faces. ]
H-huuuuuuuh!?
What the hell are you two doing back here!?