[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!]]

Comments

[gobybessie]

This is possibly the most absurd thing he has ever seen.

He slows to a stop, and waves back, an eyebrow raised.

"Hello. You two all right there?"

[umbrael]

Well, uh, benign response so far. No screaming, yelling, running, anything like that. One of Doyle's ears swivels forward, and he blinks.

There's kind of a bump in pace, as he shrugs. Yep, that's his response - what do you have, Torin?

[radiantchicken]

"We're doing quite well today, thank you!" Why, Torin is just going to be relentlessly polite about everything, that's what he's going to do. "And yourself?"

[gobybessie]

"I'm fine ..." What is this conversation. "Still a dinosaur, then."

[umbrael]

Ah- Doyle's ears perk up.

"Oh, someone from my network post," he said quietly, for Torin's sake.

And for this guy - he nodded, slowly so Torin wouldn't lose his balance.

[radiantchicken]

"Ah, from the network!" Torin seemed pleased with this. "Makes sense." And to John, he adds, "I am at least capable of translating for him, when he does not have anything available to write with."

[gobybessie]

"Well, that's good." Pause. "How do you do that?"

This is utterly ridiculous, but also very fascinating.

How quickly this sort of thing became almost normal.