[OPEN] His Mission, the Transmission of Technology

[lasthumanvoice]

1. He stood upon the last bastions of the place [Time Off Work]
Cecil has, at Gerry's suggestion, taken a few days off from working as Yorick's right hand, the Community Radio Host and the reporter for the Gazette. The process was much easier than requesting time off from Station Management and dealing with their eldritch wrath. So, with some time off, he's going to of course spend some time working with Elias on learning magic and poking at the matter of Lot 37.

But first, he's going to climb some trees.

Perhaps you're in the Festival Green, or out in the forest near town, or even out in Paradesium, when you hear the grunts of a full grown man shimmying up a tree, or see him lose a shoe in the process. Or you look up and notice there's just an impish redhead in a branch above you. Wave hello, he's waving at you!


2. Looked out on the ruins with thunder in his face [Chaos Magic Training Mishap]
The spell had apparently failed, when he cast it with Elias. It was a simple transportation spell, and it had had no effect at the time. But it had, in fact, settled lightly on Cecil, waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting.

KERCHOO!

As Cecil lets out a sneeze (thank you, seasonal allergies), he teleports sixty feet within line of sight, in a manner that some might identify as similar to a misty step. Perhaps he's just landed on your table at one of the cafes with sidewalk seating. Perhaps you were talking to him and now he's over there. Perhaps you now have a bewildered radio host sniffling on your balcony.

Whoops!


3. An introverted spectacle in the flowers on the rocks [Community Project]
Once Cecil returns to Town Hall for work, he begins a new project, inspired by the success of the Potluck. If you're an offworlder in the Town Hall part of town (to include the Library and Festival Green) for any reason, you might get a journalist running up with a notepad.

"Hi, hello, hi, sorry to interrupt your whatever-you're-doing, but I just wanted to ask if I could have a recipe from your homeworld for a project I'm working on. Bonus points if it's something that could be created with the ingredients on hand here!"

Even if you're in the Library, he's at full Cecil enthusiasm here, his smile bright and chipper and insistent.


4. The daisies on the ramparts blowing free [Wildcard]
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1 Treecil, Festival Green

[pineapplesalmon]

César's relaxed quite a bit since he first got here, and so he only jump a bit when a shoe lands on the ground near him. It's a rather large shoe for a child. He immediately peers up, squinting into the tree above him.

A huh noise, and he looks confused. "Cecil?"

[lasthumanvoice]

"There's room in the tree for company, if you care to come up here." He's perched on a branch maybe seven feet off the ground, legs dangling, looking carefree as you please. There's an apple in his hand, a couple bites taken out of it.

[pineapplesalmon]

".......... I need a moment to consider the pros and cons of joining you." César won't admit that he's already decided to climb on a whim.

[lasthumanvoice]

"Pro: I won't drop the other apple I have on you head in an attempt to be sure you eat. Con: you won't discover gravity that way."

He's absolutely joking.

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[maximumcake]

Max blinks back his surprise at having an enthusiastic man very suddenly in his space, but he's asking about food so that's more than fine.

"Um... just one?"

[lasthumanvoice]

"I mean, my goal is to get recipes from different people from different worlds to make a cookbook for the locals and their library. I'd accept more than one, certainly, though!"

Cecil's grin is large and bright and a little scary.

[maximumcake]

"Oh, I love that idea!" Max eyes take on a manic kind of shine to match. "I was writing my own cook book back on the ship. I'm really sad I had to leave it. Hmm. I'll have to think about which ones work best with the supplies we have here."

[lasthumanvoice]

"We have an abundance of sweet potato, if that was in question at any point." Somewhere, Celestine is laughing.

Community Project

[onyssius]

Jarod is...having a little bit of trouble settling in.

It's just that he's not used to staying in one place for so long--keeps looking over his shoulder, planning for his next escape. He doesn't have to do that anymore, and that's harder to remember than he wishes it were. This is something he's wanted for so long...

...even if it's not real. It's not the home he's been searching for, but--but it could still be something good. He can do good while he's here.

He's just going to the library to read, to soothe his nerves, when the strange red-headed man rushes up to him with an inquiry that...confuses him, just a little.

"Aren't recipes for the preparation of foodstuffs?" Jarod asks uncertainly. "What other project could you be undertaking that would require their aggregation?"

[lasthumanvoice]

"The gifting of a collection of recipes from different worlds to the local library, so anyone from here can learn a little more about us, from there. In case they want to prepare foodstuffs in a new way!"

[onyssius]

Jarod’s whole face slowly lights up with comprehension as the other man explains his goal.

“A cultural exchange of culinary practices—that’s really a very clever idea!” He agrees with a sunny smile. “It’s a highly effective means of assimilation into new environments. I’d love to contribute!”

He opens his mouth, then closes it as his entire expression falls with sorrow. It hits him, so hard it’s almost hard to breathe—how little he can share with others like this because he doesn’t have it.

“Except…I’m afraid I don’t have any dishes to contribute.” He sighs, crestfallen. “I don’t have anything of cultural significance to share—I don’t know where I come from.”

…then again, maybe this world might better appreciate…

“…although I was raised on an optimized nutritional supplement.” He continues hesitantly, biting his lower lip as he starts ticking off the ingredients on his fingers. “Hearts of palm, wheat grass, and asparagus stewed with tomato.”

[lasthumanvoice]

"Oh! So once the cookbook is printed and bound, we need to get you a copy, so you can learn about food. I think you'll love some of the recipes I've already got in there. Chicken noodle soup, perhaps?"

Cecil is at least savvy enough not to directly state how unpleasant 'optimized nutritional supplement' sounds.

2.

[abhorrently]

There's a man on her balcony.

There's a strange man on her balcony, who just showed up. And near to the door as she is, her reflex is to slam it shut instead of enjoying the nice early spring air as she was doing. The look in her eyes as she turns the lock is extreme confusion, but not bloodlust. Not yet, anyway. He has a moment to beg her forgiveness.

[lasthumanvoice]

"Wauugh?" That is not begging for forgiveness, is it? But it's sincere confusion, before he moves to the edge of the balcony to see how far down it is, trying to figure out if climbing down is an actual possibility.

[abhorrently]

It is, but one would have to be precisely acrobatic about it. She chose this place for the view, after all. Meanwhile, Fever's still on the other side, staring at him.

Perhaps not an intruder, if he's this perplexed. But then, what is he?

[lasthumanvoice]

Cecil is now sniffling, wiggling his nose and working very hard to stifle another sneeze, half-afraid he'll end up on the rooftop, next.

"No, no-no-no. Nooooo...ker--no!"

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[nothingbadeverhappensto]

"Gesundheit."

True to form, the line comes out much more deadpan and calm than Leon feels. He'd been idly watching the man as he walked down the street, sneezed, and vanished into thin air. Leon had then turned to run back inside his house in order to head out and investigate, only to almost bump directly into that same guy.

His brain is still catching up with things as he eyes Cecil warily, taking a step back so as to get out of his personal bubble but otherwise not making a move.

[lasthumanvoice]

"Oh! Heck! Sorry. Let me get out of your way."

Embarrassed, Cecil moves to duck around Leon, only to sneeze twice more and end up on top of a garden wall.

"Fuck."

[nothingbadeverhappensto]

Leon jumps a little as the man blips off his balcony and onto the wall between his yard and his neighbors', eyes going wide. All right, so that wasn't just a one off thing. Good to know!

"You, uh. You having some trouble, there?"

He asks, leaning on the railing and looking down at the guy, brows furrowed and mouth pressed into a thin, concerned line. Distantly, it occurs to Leon that there's something familiar about him, but in the moment Leon's a little distracted by the whole teleportation thing to follow up on that thought.

[Community Project]

[decohere]

Ava's always a little on edge to be approached by somebody she doesn't know, that seems to have an agenda.

But eases when it's an innocent enough project, her trembling hands shoving casually into her pockets. She's probably not the person to ask, when her extent of cooking has been shoving leftover takeout into the microwave, and fancy lattes. She does have a lovely collection of recipe cards at home written up by Darcy, though. That she is meaning to try out, once she can afford better ingredients. It's been slow.

"Ah. I guess that depends. Do you have gelatin powder here?"

[lasthumanvoice]

"I'm not sure it's been invented yet. We might have gelatin sheets, and I'm pretty sure we have carrageenan and agar, or would if we asked the crew of Mipha's Grace to bring us back the right seaweeds. Though if you're about to suggest a 1950s-style gelatin salad with boiled eggs or hot dogs or brussel sprouts inside, I'm going to be very disappointed in you."

This world is going to skip the gelatin salad stage if Cecil has anything to say about it.

[decohere]

A very dramatic pout at being called out.

"No."

Sigh.

"Yes. But with whipped cream on top."

2.

[skeletonkeay]

When Cecil blinks into existence, apparently directly through his open window, he only looks surprised for a moment. But then he just shrugs it off. This is a weird place. Sometimes boyfriends teleport into your living room. It's fine.

"That's convenient. You're right on time."

Gerry is standing a few feet away in his kitchen, having donned a dyed-black apron. Something smells delicious. "I was gonna bring this by your place, but since you're here. I figured I'd make good on my promise of doting on you."

[lasthumanvoice]

"Don't suppose you have a Sudafed or anything? Seasonal allergies are the fucking worst." But even as Cecil speaks, he's taking off his shoes, as is polite when you're hanging out in someone's home.

[skeletonkeay]

"If only we were so lucky to have Sudafed here." Gerry chuckles, but he comes over to close the window. "That oughta help keep the pollen out, though. I definitely did not burn anything that required the window to be open, but if I did, the smell would probably be gone by now."