if you see him in the street; (open.)

[metalist]

Who: Jaune Arc (beaconed), Pyrrha Nikos (metalist), and you!
When: 10/10 IC.
Where: Everywhere, more or less. See prompts!
What: They're taking an alien pig out for a walk
Rating/Warning: n/a for now — will edit if needed



[ While various emergencies and disruptions have eroded the metaphorical edges of the colony, leaving many businesses abandoned and certain areas disrupted, it's still largely livable, wanderable. And, for reasons all her own, Pyrrha recently volunteered to walk an alien pig named Wednesday around the colony to... make sure it eats garbage.

So, that's what Jaune and Pyrrha are doing right now. Walking through the entire colony, creature-led, talking among themselves - but they'll still stop and talk to any familiar (or unfamiliar!) faces. ]

♜ ғᴏᴏᴅ sᴛᴏᴘ.

[ Here, Jaune is precariously lifting Wednesday to place him on the inside of a dumpster, the pig squirming and making his task harder with every inch lifted. Eventually, the creature tumbles gracelessly into the piles of food waste, making little alien oinks of happiness as he eats.

If that's when your character approaches, they might witness Pyrrha hold her hands out, prepared to catch Wednesday should Jaune lose his grip, or they might hear her say, ]

... Jaune, who is going to get him back out?

♜ ɴɪᴛᴇᴏ.

[ Is there a better place to lose a neon blue alien pig than in an equally neon, definitely risky night club? Jaune and Pyrrha are currently chasing after it - she's definitely not letting him hold the leash again - and it's just a fun time all around. ]

♜ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴs.

[ Sitting on a bench, Pyrrha and Jaune are deep in conversation.

The pig is chewing on Jaune's pant leg. ]

Hello!

[ Waving at whoever passes by, Pyrrha isn't addressing the fact that the pig is eating Jaune's clothing. Is it deliberate? Is it obliviousness? Who can say? ]

♜ ᴊᴜɴᴋʏᴀʀᴅ.

[ They make it here eventually. Wednesday is happily chewing on a piece of metal, seemingly invulnerable to any damage it could pose to the inside of its mouth. Huh.

Even Pyrrha is looking a little exhausted by their day-long adventure. Both of them are sitting on an overturned crate, back to back. ]

Perhaps next time, we should come here first.

♜ ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ.

( Go ahead! If you can dream it, we can RP it. )

♜ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ.

[ Only once the pig is dropped back off at the casino and they're back at the apartment does rest and relaxation seem possible.

So, of course, the moment Jaune slumps down on the couch, Pyrrha asks: ]

Is it... too late to ask to spar?

[ They haven't been back on the roof since her breakdown up there, after all. ]

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niteo

[sunnymerc]

( Of course she is here. Why would she not be? She may not be entirely used to how loud things get, but this is definitely a good place to meet people.

And alien pigs, apparently, because she sees one scurrying in here where it most certainly does not belong. She snatches it up from the floor and holds it up to her face. )

Hey there, little...

( Um. )

Critter? I'm going to need to see your identification.

[beaconed]

[ When Soleil picks up the little critter, Jaune slows down until he reaches them. It's clear that he's been running non-stop for a while with how out of breath he is. ]

Oh thank g-- haa... haaa...

[ Needs water!! Jaune takes a random drunk girl's whiskey lemonade and skulls it. ]

--aaeeeuuugghhh, I regret that!! Oh, that's gross, wow-- [ Now he's offering the empty glass back to her... ]

[metalist]

[ Pyrrha's only a split second behind, and is distinctly less out of breath than Jaune. ] Wait, don't —

[ But he did. Sympathetically, she winces as he sets the glass back down. ]

Maybe you should stick with water.

[ And then, turning her attention to Soleil: ] Oh, you found our charge. Thank you.

[sunnymerc]

( She will do Jaune a favor and not comment on...any of that right there. She is more focused on keeping the weird alien pig from scurrying away. )

Aww, you're only babysitting this cute little guy? I would have assumed the fella was yours.

( Soleil holds the pig-thing up to get a good eye-to-eye look with it, getting a good look at it. Then, she nods towards Jaune. )

I mean, the resemblance is uncanny.

[beaconed]

Did... did you just say I look like a space pig? She said that, didn't she?!

[metalist]

[ Maybe -- maybe it's for the best that the boyfriend Pyrrha's very much in love with and the friend who repeatedly claims to be his romantic rival for her own heart didn't end up sharing an apartment after all.

Pyrrha looks from one to the other, and then down at Wednesday. You're her only friend now, space pig. ]

Well... here we all are! All four of us.

[sunnymerc]

( But it was a compliment. Look at the little pig(?)! He is sweet and endearing. And squeals when being held. Just like Jaune! )

I wouldn't have pegged this place as the best choice for babysitting. You're going to corrupt this little guy's sensibilities! Is this what the two of you are planning when you have one of your own?

( A pause. )

Oh! I mean your own piggy critter, of course.

( She says that is what she meant, but her eyebrow wag suggest otherwise. )

[beaconed]

[ Good Lord, it's Nora 2.0 ]

This could just be the vodka talking but I think that's a metaphor for children.

[ He's not exactly helping... ]

.....critter pig children. [ Ugh, it's already getting awkward. ] --Hey, what did you mean by corrupting sensibilities? You're here, what does that say about you!

[ Smooth transition! ]

[metalist]

[ Nora never coordinated her aggressive shipping with aggressive pursuit of one of the people in question. Just sayin'.

It gets even more awkward when Pyrrha ends up talking over Jaune, her response and his response being said at exactly the same time. ]

Oh, we're never having children.

[ Um. ]