[ACTION/OPEN] Making my way downtown

[umbrael]

Who: Doyle umbrael, Torin radiantchicken, AND YOU
Where: All around Locke, eventually to Davin's place
When: April 12th, as if we didn't have enough weird things that day
What: A big black dinosaur is walking around the city with a parrot resting on his head, translating for him.

There may or may not be shenanigans with a shapeshifting compact mirror and other fun items while we've got the chance.

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Okay, Doyle may have been way larger than a horse at the moment, but there was something very nervewracking about the idea of just walking around around down town where everyone could see him. And while yeah he was technically naked, he was also pretty sure that wasn't the only issue.

But Locke had seen some pretty weird shit by now. Talking horses among them, and magical girls, giant robots and uh, people, from what he understood. So hey, a dinosaur just walking around town ought to be nothing, right? Of course! Ha ha ha ha ha!


Nope, he can't shake the feeling that something's going to go wrong. Hopefully it's just stage-fright, or something.



Doyle does feel a little better when Torin, his translation buddy and new best friend drops by. Because - hah, if he gets lost, he could just ask them for directions.

Plus - he may be a massive dinosaur plodding down the street, but he's got a colourful parrot sitting on his head! That's got to take some of the intimidation factor down, right?

[[SO yes, here we are: Doyle is a big black and red dinosaur, Torin is a blue and red parrot with arms and eyebrows and a deep voice, and together they fight crime go house-hunting! They'll be meeting up with Davin dorkytracksuit eventually but in the meantime, feel free to point and stare or strike up a conversation!]]

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[radiantchicken]

"Oh, Doyle, slow down..." Torin started waving cheerfully at Jack. "Jack! Good morning!" He didn't seem to think that there was anything at all odd about this, certainly not. Just a parrot and his dinosaur friend, going out for a nice walk...

[umbrael]

Somewhere, in the self aware part of Doyle's conscious, he thinks: 'I don't believe it. The parrot has more friends than I do.'

Outwardly, he twitches his ears and does slow down. He stops, actually, because if this is someone Torin wants to talk to, he might as well let the little guy talk for himself for a bit. It's only fair, right?

[fusionjack]

Jack is surprised when the dinosaur seems to listen to Torin. Dinosaurs listen to talking parrots? But he suddenly remembered that Torin was familiar with dinosaurs... maybe this was his... thing.

"...good morning." And then there was a pregnant pause. "Er, he a friend of yours?"

Yes. Let's just act like this is normal.

[radiantchicken]

"Yes, this is my friend, Doyle! And Doyle, this is my friend, Jack!" Torin seemed quite satisfied with these normal introductions.

"Doyle turned into a dinosaur as one of these echoes, you see," Torin explained to Jack. "He is currently having some difficulty communicating, but I seem to be able to speak dinosaur. I have been translating!"

[umbrael]

It's really good that Torin gets that out of the way first thing, because Doyle wasn't sure if he could take someone else treating him like an animal.

Doyle lowers his head closer to the other guy's level, and tilts it a little (not nearly enough to dislodge Torin, of course) as something of a greeting. He makes eye-contact, or at least as best as he can when he only had one of them facing towards the person.

[fusionjack]

"Ohhh!" Knowing that this dinosaur was someone as opposed to... well... just some random dinosaur, wherever one might get a random dinosaur... reduced Jack's anxiety a little. Just a little. Because there was still that part of him that was perceiving Doyle as a threat and kind of wanted to try and fight him. He made an effort to ignore that part as he nodded in greeting and made eye contact with that one big eye.

"..Good to meet you, Doyle." He found himself reflexively trying to offer a hand forward, but stopped himself and then shoved it into his jacket pocket instead. Then he looked back up to Torin, his expression strained. "Should you two really be doing this? Out in the open?"

[radiantchicken]

"But how else are we supposed to move?" Torin asked. "It's very difficult for Doyle to find a place to live, and this seemed like the easiest, most direct way there."

[umbrael]

Doyle tilts his head just a little further, and flicks his ear again in acknowledgement. He's getting better at that!

As for the rest... Well, Doyle had been worried about just walking out in the open, yes, but...

"Plus, we can't be the weirdest thing Locke's seen lately," he adds, in a rolling growl.

[fusionjack]

"There's... got to be a truck or a trailer big enough to hold him." He wasn't entirely sure of this, but he was going to make the suggestion anyway. And in the name of being polite he looked back to Doyle, kind of curious as to if either of them had considered this. "It might not be cheap, but.. well..."

But that did bring up another question. "Where are you going?"

[radiantchicken]

"But getting a truck or trailer would cost money, would it not?" Torin asked. "And besides, I am not sure Doyle would enjoy a ride like that..." He looked down at Doyle, as though to get the dinosaur's input on the idea.

"Someone else on the network has offered Doyle a place to stay," Torin explained, "and I am going with him! It will be easier to translate that way, and I don't take up much room."

[umbrael]

Doyle sort of shrugs his head slightly.

"Well, you'd need to rent a pretty big truck, and we don't exactly have the cash on hand to..."

Doyle's growl trails off, his ears go straight, and for a second he gets that distant look in his eyes of someone remembering something very important that they forgot.

Which, for Doyle, is that he kind of never got his personal belongings back when he suddenly turned into a dinosaur. Like, he knew he didn't pick his wallet and phone and stuff back up on Wise Snake Day, but in his attempts not to dwell too much about what things used to be like, he kind of kept... Forgetting... to do something about it.

... Well, uh, that could be something to settle when they have somewhere to sleep. In the meantime: Doyle blinks and goes right back to how he looked before, and clears his throat.

"Uh. No pockets, I mean. Ah - forget it."

[fusionjack]

"Yes, it would..." Money is probably a consideration for a parrot and... possibly whoever Doyle was before he was a dinosaur? He would ask, but it seems rude. And it's too late now, they're already walking to their destination. Jack sighs.

"I'd hope that the place you're going is big enough, too?" He frowns and looks away briefly. "...what would be big enough?"

[radiantchicken]

"I'm told a large garage is involved," Torin says cheerfully. "It should be big enough to fit, I would hope." What if the garage was not big enough? Torin guessed they'd be heading back to the forest if that were the case.