first bouquet. | open log, first half of feb.

[inpersonation]

Who: 'Blossom' and You!
When: Feb 1 to 6.
Where: Throughout Santa Rosita.
What: Noelle attempting to settle in, scout some potential crimes hangouts, and working to make friends.
Warnings: None available! Will add if necessary.
Notes: Prose for prompts but will match my partner's preferred style!

THE APPLE OF SOMEONE'S EYE. (FEB 6, MORNINNG.)
At Loomis Drive, Noelle's routine is clockwork enough. Every morning on the weekdays, she heads straight for school (after helping with morning chores, of course) and she returns home after spending some time out and about Santa Rosita, heading home when it's starting to get dark. (And when the policemen and gossipy people start giving her funny looks.)

The only deviation from this routine is during the weekend. With no school demanding her attention and with free time on her hands now, Noelle uses it to... do more chores, apparently.

Well- Trying to do chores. The lawnmower is broken and Noelle is elbow deep in its machinery, surprisingly confident as she attempts to figure out what's wrong with it. In the process of swapping out the tools she rummaged from the garage, Noelle lets go of the screwdriver and it rolls out of her hands to her frustration.

"Oh what the fu-" Noelle looks up and sees someone is at the walkway. Her irritated expression gives way to a sheepish and flustered expression, a hand covering her mouth in embarrassment. "Good morning! Sorry if I was bothering you with so much noise! I'd hate to keep bothering you but can you do me a favour and hand me the screwdriver? I've been trying to figure out what's wrong with this for almost an hour by now."

BELLE OF THE BALL. (FEB 1)
At Frederick Loren High, Noelle - going by 'Blossom' to her classmates and to anyone who asks for her name there because... it isn't a total lie. - is quick to make herself useful as possible to the kids there. Never hurts to get on the good sides as many possibilities as possible. Especially when you're one of the new faces.

So she makes her talent in numbers apparent in class and it isn't long before she has a group of students buzzing around her during lunchtime, listening to her in rapt attention as she patiently explains how to do the algebra homework they've been.

"-Not a problem, Jerry! Always happy to help a fellow classmate out if they need some advice." She smiles up at the latest stranger she's been helping out, the expression practiced and cutesy. Noelle sees someone from the corner of her eye and looks at them now, waving. "Do you need help with the math homework too? I've finished mine already so I'm happy to lend you a hand!"

A DOG'S BEST FRIEND. (FEB 6, AFTERNOON.)
At Maple Park, Noelle can be found walking some neighbourhood dogs. It allows her out of the neighbourhood and gives her an excuse to wander some other parts of Santa Rosita without too much suspicion. Can't blame a girl when a dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do, right?

... It is a headache when a flaw in her plan makes itself known and mainly in the form of a furry missile knocking some poor fucker over when she lost her grip on the dog's lead. Goddamit- Noelle picks up the pace of her walk to a jog, cursing under her breath and calming herself enough to appropriate a concerned enough expression when she makes her way to the person. She makes sure her grip on the other leads is tight, not wanting to lose the other two dogs - a noisy Dobermann and a barking German Shepherd, both worked up by their friend's escape - as well.

"I'm so sorry about that!" Noelle grabs the lead and tries to tug the Golden Retriever off of the person. "I lost my grip on Spot's lead and it looks like he took wholesale advantage on that. You're not hurt, are you?"

WILDCARD. (THROUGHOUT THE WEEK.)
[ if there's something else you'd like to do or if you want a closed prompt for your character and noelle, let me know! i can be found on prognostic and private messages if you want to reach out. ]

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closed prompt: home sweet home? (for constantin, takeroot.)

[inpersonation]

[ in the early, early morning of feb 1, noelle is doing her best to not flip the fuck out upon rousing awake. where is she? why is she no longer injured? and where the hell is raoul or rea or anyone for that matter?

noelle kicks into high gear, refusing to go down quietly if this is some weird trick from the firecrackers. she quickly rummages through the nauseatingly decorated bedroom to try and find herself a weapon and she does: it's decent enough weapon - a pair of pinking shears, nothing to write home about but better than nothing - and she's contemplating what to do next when she thinks she hears movement below her.

fuck. she tucks/hides the scissors beneath her sleepware and quietly creeps down the stairs, straining to hear the noise she thought she had heard.

oh fuck. there is someone here. ]

... Hello? [ noelle quickly adopts her softer voice, putting a lot of fear and hesitation into her words while keeping her eyes on the doorways and the corners to see any approaching shadows come her way. ] I-Is anybody else here? Hello?

daughter...

[takeroot]

[For his part, Constantin is... trying to just live his life. Waking up in a strange place is disconcerting, yes, as are the pictures all over the house of him and some young lady he's never seen before, but, well—

Well, he's not dying anymore, and that does raise the spirits more than some mysterious pictures can lower them. He's since made it down to the kitchen, where he is doing his damnedest to prepare breakfast, which is mostly just him clattering a bunch of dishes around and staring perplexedly at a wheel of recipe cards that are, oddly enough, jotted down in his own handwriting.

He's not thinking about that. He is thinking, at the moment, about Eggs Benedict. He's just standing there with an egg in his hand and a hopeless look on his face when he finally hears the voice, soft and fearful, and glances up. Ah--]

Oh— it's you! From the... [he gestures. with the egg. from the pictures.] I've no idea what's happening, but I am ravenous. Do you like eggs?

hello game-father, she promises that no immediate weapon use will happen

[inpersonation]

[ what the f u c k.

noelle is glad she opted to tuck the weapon underneath her sleepwear. if she had been holding it in her hands like she originally wanted to, she probably would have dropped it out of sheer shock.

thankfully she doesn't have a chance to do that and out herself in the process. she quickly recovers and her shock is replaced with appropriate confusion and caution, making sure to visibly shrink back a bit as she lifts one of her hands up to timidly wave in greeting. ]

Um... I-I like eggs, yes? [ no need to fake her confusion when she's feeling her head throb as she struggles to take in the new information. which includes the highlighted pictures that, do indeed, depict her and the stranger as a family(?!) fuck. ]

I'm not sure I understand what's going on either but I do know I'm kind of hungry. It's been a while since I ate, mister. [ she wills herself to blush and gingerly places a hand over her stomach, careful to not make an outline of the shears with her sleepwear. ]

that is very generous thank you

[takeroot]

A while, really? Then I will do my damnedest to make... competent eggs.

[Ha ha? He'll try? He flashes her a brief grin that is more "doing my best" than earnestly confident in his egg-making abilities, but he's got some Breakfast Materials here and he's going to try.

Watch as he deftly cracks this egg, here meaning "mostly doesn't fuck it up."]

Oh, merciful— I'm Constantin, by the way. I suppose we two are stuck with one another and this bizarre house for the foreseeable future!

[yaaaay... but meanwhile: look at this stove.]

Do you know how to light the flame on this thing?

[inpersonation]

[ oh fuck her and him and this disgustingly cute house and their increasingly fucking freaky circumstances what the fuck—

noelle immediately bounces over to his side, beaming brightly as possible while trying to politely keep him away from the damn stove. she just got here/woke up here and would like to not worry about the possibility of a fire and-slash-or an explosion, thanks. ]

I do! [ it’s so hard to keep the pep in her voice but she gives it her all, trying to radiate ‘well-meaning and sweet’ vibes to the guy. ] Why don’t you focus on the eggs and I get this working for you proper? It’ll take a while but don’t worry. I’ll get it going soon.

While we're doing these chores, I hope we can, um, talk some more. I could have misheard you— [ she knows damn well she didn’t but never hurts to double-check. ] —and that we’re stuck here? Wherever here is?

a dog's best friend

[hxppythxughts]

[A chance encounter with a rowdy pup is not what Sayori was expecting today while trying to settle on a spot to write. But this entire weird town is a chance encounter, so, you know. This might as well happen.

Still. She doesn't react quickly enough to the oncoming golden rocket to avoid being barreled over by the excited dog.] Uwah—!

[An alarmed squawk and down she goes into the grass, feet all tangled up in themselves and spine rattled after her butt and then back hit the cold dirt. She starts to whine in protest, lifting her arms to try and fend off the dog's attempts to lick her face, but it's an exaggerated sound. Soon, she's laughing more than anything else.] Heeeey! Hey, c'mon, you're too big!

[Thankfully someone comes along to free her. Between the two of them, they wrestle the Golden off enough that Sayori can push herself up to a sitting position, discombobulated and still giggling.] Ahaha! It's okay! He just wanted to say hi!

[Relatable, frankly.]

[inpersonation]

[ oh thank fuck, she's not mad when she gets knocked over by the overexcited dog. it's now the afternoon but noelle thinks it's way too early for her to deal with any dog emergencies.

noelle sighs internally with that disaster averted but she, as blossom, manages to sport a big smile as she tugs spot off of the girl - who seems to be her age, give or take? she wonders if she's seen her around the school in the last few days. ] He certainly said hello to you! Didn't you, buddy?

[ spot barks from noelle's side, tail wagging, expression hopelessly happy. even noelle's irritation with his behaviour melts at the sight of how goofy and happy he is- he really seems to like the girl too, since he keeps trying to jump on her if not for noelle gently keeping him in check. ] I thought so! Haha, wow! He must think you're a really neat person, huh?

If he thinks you're near then I think you're neat! I'm Blossom! [ she's not going to give her last fake name. the fact she's stuck with a dad still irritates the fuck out of her but pleasant thoughts, noelle. pleasant thoughts. ] I just moved here with my dad this month and we're at Loomis Drive.

[hxppythxughts]

[Now that Sayori can get a look at her helper, she's definitely sure she's seen this girl around school before. But she can't conjure a name to go with the face, so hopefully there was no mysterious dream meeting that she forgot.

There's dirt streaked all along the back of Sayori's coat now, but she doesn't seem to mind (or maybe even notice) as she stands and brushes herself off, giggling at Spot's continued enthusiasm. Her cheeks color a little at the girl's — Blossom's — introduction. Neat, huh?] Aw, I bet he's just really friendly, ehehe.

[She's no more neat than the next person. Still, she reaches down to give Spot some proper ear scritches now that she's not on the ground. Then, after a beat of absorption, there's some surprise as she looks back up to Blossom.] Wait, you— [There's a quick series of calculations in Sayori's brain, some rapid-fire pieces being put together, but there's only the slightest indication of it on her face. Just a slight shift of the eyebrows that isn't quite a thoughtful furrow.

And then her expression becomes excited, her grin wide and sincere.] —you live on Loomis Drive too? That means we're neighbors! I live at 103 Loomis Drive. I got here recently too, ehehe.

[She hadn't clocked this girl as one of the townspeople, but that was the most reasonable assumption, wasn't it?]

[inpersonation]

[ that gets noelle’s attention fast. ]

Oh wow! [ she blinks a few times, like she couldn’t believe what she’s hearing. in a way that is true, not just a bout of acting. ] You are? New and everything? What a coincidence!

[ from her understanding after catching up on that archaic network system, it seems everyone who claims or mentioned to be on loomis drive is in her shitty situation. there could be other addresses since there are too many names on the directory to house everyone on loomis drive but that’s besides the point — does this mean she can trust her, to a degree?

wouldn’t hurt to sniff it out. noelle can multitask if she wants to: ] Say! Why don’t we walk and talk? To get to know each other?

I remember a snack stand around the corner here. If you want, we can walk up to there and I can buy you a treat. [ noelle makes a point to look bashful as possible, her expression apologetic as she wills her cheeks to flush from apparent embarrassment. ] It’s the least I can do for what the silly doggo did! He’s gotten me into so much trouble already, sheesh.

[hxppythxughts]

[Sayori isn't the suspicious type anyway, but the offer of free food is enough to momentarily make her forget her curiosity about this girl's circumstances. Whether she's a local or someone in the same situation as Sayori doesn't really matter right now, anyway.

So Blossom says snack stand and Sayori perks up like one of Blossom's doggo friends, eyes wide with interest. Then, her grin almost triumphant, she agrees:] Yeah, that sounds great! If we're both new in town, we could both use some friends, huh?

[She's not lonely or anything. It's fine. New friend and free snacks means everything's coming up Sayori!] My name's Sayori. Do you want some help with the dogs? I could take one of the leashes for you while we walk!