☠Thirteenth Reel: Charity Event! [OPEN]

[redcinemareel]

Who: Everyone and Anyone!
When: IC: 3/08/OOC: 9/16 & 9/17
Where: Various places, please look inside for event details!
What: A charity event to raise money to rebuild Cerealia!
Rating/Warning: Silliness, Embarrassment, Violence…if anything needs a higher rating, then please label your comments as such!



Today is the big day to put your mouth where your money is! Or something like that. Welcome to the first ever (??) Charity Event! Remember that it isn’t about winning, it’s about making the world you’re in now a better place until you leave!

Signups are still a thing, so hop on in! Spectators are welcomed! Voting for events will be hosted in this post, where comments will be screened.

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[om_nom_namur]

[Namur laughs weakly.]

Weren't me picked none a this shit. 'S all for Thatch an' Grell.

[He turns his head from side to side, letting the saltwater run down inside his gills.]

Don't know why I'm feelin' like hell though. Don't think I'm sick or nothin', jus' tired...

[He punctuates his words with a wide yawn. How's them rows of teeth looking, bro?]

[fierybluebird]

You've been tired a lot lately.

[Concerned face. Is it depression over the Grell thing or something else?]

[om_nom_namur]

[A shrug.]

Right? Since we went t' that damn tower. I'unno, maybe Murderbot done somethin' t' me for screwin' 'round. Been dizzy, too, but not as much. Jus'. Walkin' 'long an' suddenly I feel like I oughta be sideways on the ground but it's under my feet an' that's the weirdest shit an' I gotta sit down but I can't cuz down keeps like, twistin' over my head an' it don't matter which way I turn it all tastes like north's gone inside my head.

1/2

[fierybluebird]

That...

[So something is throwing off the electricity in Namur's head? But Marco knows shit all about how to fix it. And also, he's not sure anyone around could.]

[So Marco slides closer and wraps warm arm-wings around Namur as if it will suddenly shield all bad things, even if they're inside.]

2/2

[fierybluebird]

Maybe it's just a temporary thing. I'll try to figure out what foods might help you out and you should get some rest after this, aye?

I'll take care of Grell and Thatch so they give you time to rest, yoi.

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur bites one of the wings. Probably harder than polite company would like but he's not taking off any limbs or anything. It's affection. Really. Then he settles his forehead on Marco's shoulder.]

Least we ain't gotta worry 'bout the vampire girl no more. Pissed her off pretty damn thorough.

[He blushes some, but doesn't elaborate.]

Can't wait for this shit t' wear off.

[Namur yawns again.]

[fierybluebird]

We don't?

What did you do to Rip?

Damn it Namur, I told you not to date her!

Or did I tell Thatch? Whatever, you should have both known! What'd you do?

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur sits back, shrugging weakly.]

Nothin'. She's the one tryna be all over me 'cept not really, she jus' wanted me there or somethin'? Hell if I know what a shitty spider's thinkin'. So I went t' sleep. On purpose cuz she's bein' an ass cuz I told her I weren't feelin' good an' she's jus' draggin' me 'round anyway an' not really encouragin' nothin' but gettin' her tits in a twist that I weren't gettin' encouraged. So anyway she wound up havin' t' hire someone t' get her off an' I went t' sleep an' now she's pissed.

[She should have just left him alone, honestly. But that illustrates the severity of this fatigue.

Also, before Marco gets upset about sordid details of baby bro's sex(?) life, just remember. He asked.]

[fierybluebird]

[Nope, Marco can live with this information.]

[But dear god, don't go into further detail.]

Ah.

Okay.

But that sounds more like she's mad at you personally. Which I can deal with. [Mainly because he loves you but apparently you are becoming as narcoleptic as Ace. That is weird Namur. You should get that looked at.]

[Anyway have a headpat.] Any idea what triggers these fits? At least with Ace we know it's food. And boredom. [Although maybe Namur was bored with Rip. Marco won't judge.]

[om_nom_namur]

Didn't say she's pissed at anyone else, did I?

[Namur cocks his head curiously. He doesn't think he said anything like that. But he might have. Two minutes ago is kind of fuzzy.]

But I dunno what's startin' it. Jus' tired all the damn time. Dizzy's like when I try ignorin' the sleep an' try t' do shit normal, but only sometimes. Hell if I know what's up.

[He kind of slumps to the side. This is a nice wall. Supportive.]