羽根を焦がす無数の鳥が (open!)

[grice]

Who: falco grice & you!
When: march & april!
Where: gestures
What: post-surgical trauma, regains, flying (and crashing), snooping, and just general prompts to keep busy with during our pause! i’ll be adding more investigation oriented prompts later as well! absolutely free to tag in super late or backtag forever until may! hmu at liberos if you’d like to plot something specific and i’d adore to write a fresh starter for us!
Warnings: body horror, traumatic surgical descriptions, torture, aot spoilers, mentions of war imagery, will update as things happen!


top levels in the comments!

🐤 MARCH 1 - 4: general prompts with falco still carrying the worst of his living island mutilation; locations include library, diners, groceries or honeybees!
🐤 MARCH 5: open to housemates, neighbors or passerbys; falco gets his jaw implants removed and seems pretty normal. maybe just a little tense about the how.
🐤 MARCH 6: open for sightings or interactions! falco uses his titan form to survey the city and check his limits.
🐤 MARCH 10 - FORWARD: includes prompts for spring cleaning and topsy turvy, as seen on the tdm! 

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[grice]

Ah—

[ the robbie is still in hearing range, waving a hand over to cassandra and delightfully expressing their joy in seeing one of their neighbors in time for spring. maybe the smiths should come over for supper? oh, wait! they have a cake that should be coming out soon! but to defuse that, falco calls out in turn: ]

Yes, Mom! They just wanted to help us with the lawn! Thoughtful, right? But I've got it!

[ unlike a robbified child, falco fakes his brief smile for only a few seconds until his back is turned to their neighbor. if one were to be honest, he's actually pretty good at blending in. ah, but then . . . came the other problem. he's never seen or touched a lawnmower in his life, yet. ]

—I'd like your supervision, please!

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Oh? Oh, yeah. Real thoughtful, son. But we've already got it!

[A couple months in now, and Cassandra's gotten better at slipping into the mindset of "mother in a perfect suburban family." Barely a slip up as she even threw in a wave to their lovely robbie neighbor - less of a greeting, and more of a 'goodbye, we've got this' wave.

Supervision. Got it. She tosses aside a scrunched hand towel, stepping out the door and across the grass towards Falco. It's going to be easy to tell if he's nervous. Hell, she's nervous.]

What did you need... son?

[How long do they need to keep this up]

[grice]

[ thank god, the robbie leaves. here falco had been tense waiting for hi mother and urging the neighbor to be on his way with a reassuring wave. now what roars over the neighborhood silence is the sputtering of a prepped lawnmower ready for action. falco gestures for cass to lend him one of her ears, cupping his mouth not to yell, but to direct his words over the ruckus when he says: ]

I don't know how this works.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Shock of all shocks. Sometimes, the robbies know to leave things be. It's a surprise, but a welcome one.

It's a small blessing that the rumbling of the lawnmower, prepped for use, covers their directed conversation towards one another. No masking the shift of understanding in Cass's expression though.]

Ah.

[Coming closer, she cups a hand over her mouth, reaching to take the handlebar of the lawnmower in the other.]

You and me both. But it's, uh, not that hard, actually. This here? You need to grip this and push it along, see?

[grice]

That’s all?

[ no buttons or mechanism to keep pressed for the cutting? that was . . . a lot easier than he assumed, and he could feel mildly embarrassed if he wasn’t so caught off guard. ah, his curiosity . . . it shows it his eyes. ]

And it just keeps cutting?

[feudalladyshandmaid]

That's all - Oh, well, you need to pull a cord to get it to start. Might take a few times.

[It took her about twenty minutes to realize she had to keep pulling it when it didn't go. That was.... an awkward afternoon.

Watching the curiosity in Falco's eyes kind of... helped, though. That same glimmer, she could see it in Rapunzel's eyes.]

Sure does. Works just as fast as the lawn crew I knew back at the castle.

[grice]

[ . . . 👀 ]

Can I try it now?

[ he just hopes he’s allowed to man a lawnmower without his beeper telling him it’s rated R. ]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Well... Uh, sure.

[She did not expect you to be that excited. She won't argue though!]

Just don't go too fast, okay?