Case #001 || Video/Action

[inspectspickles]

[You awaken in a BRIGHTLY COLORED city, which is extremely reminiscent of the IMAGINARY CITY STREETS. You spend a few minutes looking for CHEESE TRUCKS and NERVOUS BROADS, but find neither. Undeterred, you use your high-class DETECTIVE SKILLS to find the place inscribed on a KEY you had found in your hand, and wind up on the doorstep of 204 Grimm

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[notthehead]

[and so a tiny person falls out of a tree, bounces off the head of the interpretive dancer, and floats gracelessly to the ground.

the man's hat can come, too.]

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[inspectspickles]

[You would flip the fuck out like a weasel, if you weren't afraid of hurting the little guy's ears anymore. You kneel down, picking up your HAT in the process and returning it to your head - how lucky that the SIPHON stayed in it even after it was dropped! - and and give the tiny person a few pokes.

You'd ask if he was okay, but. Voice. It's still pretty loud. You'll just have to wait for him to come around from your poking, you guess.]

[notthehead]

[NIGHTMARES. LOUD NOISES AND TOUCHING AND OH AUGHHHH. Chey is handling it about as well as he handles any of those things normally - not well at all.

poke, flail, poke, more flailing. glimpses of a massive, ogling face. horrible. sensitive animal ears nearby can hear the tortured NOOOOOOOO that is Cheyspeak.]

[inspectspickles]

[This is not the best way to introduce yourself, is it. And you would introduce yourself but -- yes.

Luckily, your high IMAGINATION level allows you to think of a quick and creative solution to this. Not taking any mind of the evidently horrified little man, you silently wish up a PEN and a NOTEBOOK to write up a proper declaration. Even though writing takes IMAGINATION, introducing oneself is decidedly a PULCHRITUDE trial, and you end up lamely drawing BUTTERFLIES IN THE MARGINS, around small, neat, cursive words which read the following:

'I apologize for scaring you out of your tree, sir. I mean you no harm. Will you forgive me?'

You present it to the little person happily, along with your PEN. There are two boxes, which evidently need a CHECK MARK to pass. One says YES and the other says NO.

You wait for his reply with anticipation.]

[inspectspickles]

[Yelling is so loud! You clamp your hands childishly over your ears, until you realize that looks stupid and stop doing that immediately.

Had you made someone angry? Regardless, your INTERPRETIVE HAND GESTURING needs practice, so you decide to try it now.

Unfortunately, you suck at this. Is that an eagle you're making gestures about, or are you trying to do the Charleston?]

[inspectspickles]

[You're not very good at handling new people. It seems the only way things are done are by speaking! But you really don't want to talk.

But you should've been careful about what you wished for. Mustering up your courage, as it appears the man will always talk loud, you assume it is fine to do so as well.

You still suck at talking though.]

I'm very sorry! I wasn't implying anything! I just feel it is wrong to enter a house, even if you have a key! What if someone lives there already? It would be very rude to just barge.

[Your MANNERSTRANCE has too many beads in it to allow for that sort of RUDE BEHAVIOR.]

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[thecoolestsoul]

[There is a disgruntled-looking boy on your screen. He looks maybe like he was just woken up at the crack of dawn, except it's not the crack of dawn, and is, in fact, the middle of the afternoon. Classy.]

Just go in, close the door, and stop yelling.

If you have the key, it's your place now.

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[inspectspickles]

[Can no one see how rude that would be!!! It's hard being polite and nobody understands.

Besides, it's not as if you're trying to yell. Your voice is, in fact, at a very neutral, if worried tone; only the volume of it has skyrocketed.

What a horrible first impression this must be. You attempt to make HAND GESTURES to explain yourself, but you look as if you're imitating a giraffe playing an accordion while doing the Electric Boogaloo.]

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[thecoolestsoul]

[Soul therefore seems uninitiated to the art of manners, as it were. That, or he really just wants this guy to stop failing at communication so he can go back to sleeping through the afternoon like a stereotype.

But wait! What is that gesturing? Charades? At this time of day?]

...What are you doing?

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[inspectspickles]

[THIS IS STUPID.

You spend a few minutes chastising yourself mentally, stopping your game of CHARADES. You decide SIGN-LANGUAGE would be a much better alternative.

If you knew it, that is.

You return to CHARADES, though more simple terms; Pointing to yourself, to the house, and making an X.]

voice;

[repelling]

[ why all the loud why; it doesn't matter that the odd looking man seems to regret it. ]

Was that really necessary?

A key suggests there is no intrusion, doesn't it? It's the least they could do, anyway.

video;

[inspectspickles]

[The voice from your CIRCULAR DIVINATION DEVICE has a point. You nod in thanks, turn to the door, and--

Wait! No! Perhaps it is a temptress.

But it sounds like a guy, so you decide it must be okay.

You still hesitate though. What if something OBSCENE AND WILDLY OUT OF BOUNDS is going in there? You decide sitting yourself back on the porch is the best course of action. Perhaps if you converse with someone long enough, then the state of the house will be made clearer. And perhaps if you whisper, then your voice will be more normal.

You try.]

I apologize, sir. It seems wishing is taken a little too literal. I only wanted to speak to everyone, and my voice was magnified.

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[repelling]

[ Though disinclined to video, it's a little strange to maintain the slightly imbalanced communication. Especially when the man(?) is, in fact, rather polite. He wills the switch. ]

It's not surprising. In stories, wishes often come with unexpected consequences.

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[inspectspickles]

[Oh, maybe you were right about the lady bit. Or perhaps this is just a very girly looking man.

It's happened, but he doesn't seem to be a NERVOUS BROAD. You are decidedly UNINTERESTED. You continue to whisper.]

I suppose you have a point there, sir. I will refrain from making such broad wishes in the future. To reverse it, do I just... wish for my voice to be back to the way it was, sir?

[action] I-i'm sorry your roommate is going to give you a heart attack :33;

[rawrplay]

[One notable thing he may have noticed about 204 Grimm Avenue is that- aside from being incredibly cute- the house seems to have been painted with both dirt and brightly colored paints. The house already looks like it came straight out of a storybook, so this makes it look like a child scribbled all over the pages.

The next thing he might notice is that - suddenly the door to the house seems to be opening on its own, and a strange girl dressed in green is standing on the other side. It's unclear whether she heard his voice from inside, or if she just happened to be stepping out on her own. Either way, she regards the new arrival curiously for a moment before grinning widely.]

Ohhh, hi there! Are you here fur the tea purrty?

[action] no, this is perfect ;w;

[inspectspickles]

[You FREAK THE FUCK OUT, much like one ill-mannered WEASELS you assisted in your adventure. After a few minutes of flailing limbs, you peer downwards enough to the small girl to look from her, to the door, and you can almost feel a light bulb heat up your hat.

A resident! Emboldened by what others have told you before this encounter, you present a KEY to the STRANGE CAT LOVER.

You have no idea what she means by a tea party. The last one you went to was Death's tea party when you died, though, and Death was rather hospitable and fun-loving for being, well, Death, so perhaps this tea party will be the same. Maybe they'd even have some games here!

That whole win-a-game-for-your-life thing was pretty stupid though.

You decide to gently nod. You like tea. You like tea parties. Also, your MANNERSTRANCE informs you that it would probably be pretty rude to refuse a little girl's invitation to a tea party.]

[action] yesss. you are already so awesome btw ;A;

[rawrplay]

[Looking confused for a short moment, Nepeta accepts the key, taking a closer look at it. Then it's her turn for the light bulb to turn on - it's identical to hers, right down to the numbers inscribed on it! That means--

She lets out an audible sign of approval, caught somewhere between a surprised gasp and a mewl, and proceeds to immediately drag the well-mannered man into her hive by his arm.]

You're here!! I finally get to meet one of my hivemates!

[Let's just ignore the fact that Nepeta's never had a hivemate before, and has basically no idea what it's like to live in close, personal quarters with someone that isn't her lusus -- this is all kinds of exciting. All the kinds.]

[action] fdkhjnh thank you ;A; you're amazing too

[inspectspickles]

[You're confused as to what a HIVEMATE is, exactly, as this is a HOUSE and there are no BEES about to make honeycombs. Which is well enough, because you wouldn't want to see Professor Bee anytime soon.

You allow yourself to be dragged in - that is only the polite thing to do, of course - and take a quick glance around the HOUSE. It's very lucky someone instructed you to wish for your voice to be back to normal; you can speak freely now, and you think it would be best to introduce yourself to your new HIVEMATE.]

I am Pickle Inspector. It's a pleasure to meet you, miss. Am I your only hivemate?