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[crownless]

"Yo, it's Travis. You know the drill..."

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whips into your wip unannounced - text; un: Commander.Spock

[tsansat]

Mr. Travis.

Are you otherwise currently preoccupied? I wish to speak with you.

[ At 6:37 in the evening. ]

screams!!! un: travis.touchdown

[crownless]

[the text stays read for a little while because ahaha holy shit. he's been here for like a day and shatner almost killed him with nimoy coming in to finish the job. it's too late to shut his big mouth, though, so-- here he goes, facing the music.]

soooo I guess you had a chat with kirk recently

un: kirkjt, cw: bug...

[simpers]

(IMAGE ATTACHMENT: LINK.)

What do you think?

LASYXHDMDKBF

[crownless]

Kirk what the fuck

un: shirley; whenever.......

[ardents]

i stumbled upon the queen so i put her in a box

[crownless]

[oh... it's... the emoji guy?]

is this gonna be a schrodinger's cat joke? im not from a visual novel yknow... wrong genre

un: ghostbuster

[reimaginedself]

People don't like it when you confess by text.

Why were we given this option if it wasn't something you should use for that?

1/3

[crownless]

2/3

[crownless]

3/3 ak;lskhgl

[crownless]

[ YASHIKI YOUR PHONE IS RINGING ]

text; un: mary

[dollfie]

You are one of Lord Yashiki's friends, are you not?

[crownless]

[1) lord yashiki...?
2) the fact that he's receiving this mid-crisis is a MILDLY concerning omen. oh god. yashiki, what have you done.]

hi Mary
yeah, this is Travis
is this about ummm whats going on right now

un: commander.spock, oh god here we go

[tsansat]

Do you know "ghostbuster"?

dies

[crownless]

yeah that’s Yashiki
both Jim and I are friends with him, why?

action! (cw: travis gettin freaky with the plants on a friday night)

[riveres]

[For every period of abundance, there must come lack. Ever since the incident at Primavera, Oscar has mostly stayed in the apartment, only going out when he has to. (Usually, it has something to do with a job offer by a client.) While usually, this has something to do with how he's feeling, at this moment his shut-in ways are because lately he's been feeling more and more out of it.

Every day he feels more lethargic and tired. He slowly makes his way towards the bathroom to maybe take a shower and hopefully get some energy until he's distracted by... something going on in the living room.

It's kinda loud and it's... quite intimate. He and Travis came to an agreement that if something like that were to occur here, to keep to their rooms only. No screwing around in the living room, dining room, bathroom, or kitchen.

Oscar is about to chew Travis out for breaking the rules but what he sees in the living room, makes him drop the towels and clothes in his arms in shock.]

congrats to oscar for being the first person in noct to see travis jr

[crownless]

[Let's be real, he was always gonna attempt this. Unfortunately, since Travis isn't especially great at math, he'd calculated his dates wrong. Oscar's not heading out to visit Primavera again today-- that's, like, next week-- and the apartment is nowhere near as empty as he'd anticipated before trying to bang a friendly plant.

Just his fucking luck.

It's a moan or two that Oscar's overheard before walking in on Travis. The wet sound of a vine, slick with sap, creeping under the elastic of his underwear to pull his dick half out, wrapping around the length and sliding up and down in an even, rhythmic pace. He's also suspended in the air by a tangle of the consentacles, because... b... because, okay, this was going to be a whole thing while someone wasn't around.

The moment that Oscar walks in, Travis jumps. Or he would jump, if he was on the ground and not halfway to directing a semi-sentient vine up his asshole. Instead his body jolts, resisting against the vines, which grab him tighter to keep him from falling over--]

Oh, fuck!

[--annnnd now the consentacles are nervously reacting to Travis' struggling. Somehow he's created a truly awful feedback loop: the vines are doing their very best to keep Travis from cracking his head open on the coffee table, and Travis is wriggling and struggling even more, causing the vines to hold him tighter as they try to direct him to the ground.

He's also trying to, uh, cover up his boner with his free hand? On the bright side, this whole thing's rapidly taken his penis down to only half a boner.]

O-Oscar--

[He hopes the vines drop him and he snaps his neck and dies.]

action heaven help me

[sasin]

[ The knock at the door is sharp and rushed, like whoever is on the other side is low on – or simply completely out of – patience. It's followed by the sound of something being shuffled, like a weight being hoisted with the vague accompaniment of skin against cardboard. ]

Pardon the interruption, [ comes a tired, vaguely disinterested voice raised only just enough to be barely audible. ]

But pardon it quickly. I don't want to stand here too long.

[crownless]

[Travis isn't expecting a package, and Oscar, on one of his rare departures from their apartment, never gets food delivered. This firmly slots this unexpected guest into one of 3 categories: 1) door-to-door salesman, 2) missionary (are even there any of those on an alien planet?), or 3) a hitman trying to get the jump on him in his own home (maybe not on Noctium, but-- you never know).

Whichever it is, he doesn't wanna speak to them in the least. His footsteps are silent as he creeps over to the door to shove his face against the peephole. It's... a guy... with a box?]

You need something?

[Salesman and hitman are beginning to look more likely. The door remains firmly locked.]

action!

[loopsbian]

[ for the first time since her return, satoko isn't preoccupied with her plans. plans can wait for another day. right now, she is on her way to meet a lovely, amicable, really and truly talking cat. a cat interested in meeting her lovely rika. and who is she to say no?

she's given a safe place for the meetup with the cat's owner - or her human, as the cat so eloquently put it - in one of the many parks of the emerald district. and if it turns out it isn't safe after all, well. what on earth should she worry for? after all, it isn't as if death means anything to her.

and so, free of worries, she sits on a bench. she looks over the lush greenery of sumarlok's emerald district. she feels the comforting weight of the knife along her calf.

for now, she thinks, life is good. ]

[crownless]

[Not more than ten minutes pass before the man Satoko's meeting arrives: dark-haired, a long scar over his left eye, utterly casual in bearing as he takes his seat on the other side of the bench.]

You're Satoko, right?

[Jeane's here too, padding along before sitting at Travis' feet, tail flicking anxiously. He casts a glance down at the cat. It's odd: on their way she'd been raring to go, ready to meet a cute girl, who lives with another cute girl!, but something about her manner now seems much more hesitant.

Weird.]

I'm Travis. You already met Jeane. [He gestures down at her.] Y'know, I always take the talking thing for granted. I'm way too used to it with her going on and on at home.

[Jeane rolls her eyes. That much is enough to break her out of whatever funk she's in:] Please. You're the one who never shuts up, Travis.

Ignore her. She's rude as hell, but she'll love you. [He grins crookedly.] You can pet her if you want, she doesn't bite or anything.

un: NAPTAM

[arinae]

HELLO TRAVIS !
you are busy ?
i need moment for wording on PHONE
i learn it is not name MYSTIC STONE laughter 😂

[crownless]

yup, exactly! it's a phone 😊
i'm free. whats up?

[mousquetaires]

[ Travis Touchdown doesn't seem to be a particularly hard man to track down, now that she has more of an idea of where to look for him. It's not too much of a challenge to slip a white envelope with his name on it into his jacket pocket, while he's preoccupied with beating a high score on one of the arcade machines in Sumarlok.

Thankfully, the single matricaria flower attached to the envelope is sealed fairly securely; no chance any of the petals will fall off, in the midst of any intense DDR sessions. ]

To the Charming Gourmet, Travis Touchdown,

You are most cordially invited to attend the soft opening of Le Chat Noir, a new coffee shop in the Emerald District. Please visit at your convenience, make yourself as you would at home, and enjoy a variety of complementary comfort dishes and hand-picked coffee blends prior to our public opening later this month.

There is no one I trust more to give honest and thoughtful critique of my dishes. I won't allow you to give a biased review. Nonetheless, I eagerly hope to see you there.

Most sincerely yours,
Haru Okumura

CODED BY TESSISAMESS

[ There's an address listed on the reverse side with business hours, and it's accompanied by a little logo , too! ]

[crownless]

[Shortly before business hours a day or two later, a small box bound up in red cloth appears on Le Chat Noir's doorstep. Inside is... none other than a shop-warming gift. Taped to the maneki-neko's paw is a short note, written in Travis' loopy scrawl:]

Congrats, Haru! I'll see you soon.
You'll get total honesty on the review, I promise. I wouldn't sell you short like that.
But something tells me you've got this either way.

Go get 'em!
-Travis

text; un: trapmaster; priiiivate

[loopsbian]

Mr. Travis. Do you have some time to speak?
I have a favor to ask of you.
One regarding usernames "xia.haoyu" and "six."

[crownless]

i only know haoyu, he’s a dick. never spoken to or met this six guy.

what kind of favor?

un: ghostbuster

[reimaginedself]

Can we talk?

[crownless]

[he was wondering when he was going to get this message.]

yeah. of course we can.
i can come meet you

[travis pauses, then adds, remembering the whole mashita debacle:]

unless you'd feel better just talking like this