The Help Box

[birdical]

Who: Elleru's Help Box and you! [OTA]
What: Someone decided the best way to figure out what help people need was to just ask.
Where: Anchor, housing level
When: Thoughout March and into April
Misc: Wasn't sure if this needed to go in the log comm or the network comm, given the format of it, but feel free to hit me up at grimmhooke or on Discord if you've got any questions!

A box has appeared outside the barracks.



It looks something like the above, save for that it is literally rough around the edges: the box itself is fairly nice, but the slot in the top looks as though it was clawed out with a jagged knife, the edges having barely been smoothed over. There's a lock on the front, hanging above some writing painted in a childish, curlicue script. It reads as follows:

❀ Need Help? Looking for Something? Fill Out A Card. I Want to Help You. ❀

And above the box is a bulletin board with a number of colorful, paper flowers pinned to the corners. That must be for replies. Get creative with notes, steal the flowers from the board, ask a vague question with no real answer -- have at it Anchorites, as Elleru's Help Box is open for business... or trolling. Or both.

Comments

[kaballin]

This is turning into a paper flower hydra. What if he takes two this time? The reindire seems to really like them. Or maybe it'll eat anything Kabal hands it, either way, it's down for daily paper flower nomming.

This time he has a pen. His handwriting looks about how you'd expect from someone who didn't graduate high school and maybe wrote one school essay in his life.

Yours now. Know how to use it?

[birdical]

Oh good, he can join the Childish Scrawl Club with Elleru. They'll get jackets.

Another flower, this one more intricate, as she apparently used the knife to cut various slits in the paper, allowing her to fold more petals. Some of them are curled over one another, forming loops; others bend backward, helping the flower stand upright.

I have never owned a weapon before, believe I can find a use for it. ☺

[kaballin]

Do flowers that have more time and energy put into them taste better to a reindire? Verdict seems unclear as the reindire really wants a cheese log and Kabal is out of that disgusting sludge.

first knife huh? As a crash course - the stabby part goes into other people.

This time he picks up the box and shakes it. Hm, doesn't sound like it's secretly full of 9mm shells or diamonds or anything. Boring.

[birdical]

I am aware of how a knife works. I have never had a need for one before.

She can cut prey things just fine on her own.

Why would I stab other people???

[kaballin]

Oh great, she's not just a do-gooder type, she's one of those anti-violence kinds too. Probably gonna frown at him fighting things for fun. He should have expected it with the whole flowers and help box, but still.

Because the box sounds like it's full of paper he's not tempted to steal it, but he does return occasionally to shake it. Maybe someone will feel altruistic and decide to pay whoever put this up for services rendered. With what? Who knows, but whatever it is Kabal is willing to steal it.

Nothing yet. How disappointing.

Who are you and where? I'll show you.

[birdical]

Are you going to stab me? Or the animal with you?

She can't tell it's a reindire, but she knows for sure it's something that's always with this guy, given by the scent of the pages he's touched. That, or he just stinks.

[kaballin]

He glances over at the reindire when he reads that.

"Wanna get stabbed for someone else's amusement? No? Spoilsport."

The reindire ain't having none of that, nibbling some of the remaining flowers while Kabal drafts his reply.

Not unless you do something worth stabbing.

[birdical]

Well, if he's not going to stab her or the animal he keeps bringing with him (she's just this side of peeved that she can't quite identify it), then he must just want to show her how to use the knife properly. How kind an offer!

I will await you in the park tomorrow morning. I am tall and have purple hair.

Very good descriptors, as Kabal will surely see. Another note gets tacked onto the first, clearly as an afterthought:

Bring your friend. ♥

[kaballin]

He scoffs at the 'friend' part because the reindire is not a friend. Or a pet. Or anything but a nuisance that follows him around. He shouldn't have given it that cheese log, now it thinks he's hiding them in all his pockets.

He'd expected that 'tall' was other people's version of tall which is still shorter than him. But no, she's equal to his height and that is some vibrant purple hair. Reindire in tow he approaches, half mask full of teeth that are something like a grin. Maybe. He's wearing a jacket with fur around the neck, two shiny hookswords hanging off his back that look well taken care of.

Though the man they're attached to looks like he's been burnt alive and left to roast.

"You the one making all the flowers?"

[birdical]

Oh hey, he's a tall fella too. Elleru looks Kabal up and down as she's addressed, taking note of all the details she can. Many scars, swords -- he must be a warrior of some kind. Is the mask for aesthetic, or is he afraid to show his face? No telling just yet, but she's confident she'll find out eventually.

"Yes, that is me."

She steps a little closer, her eyes on him before they lower to the reindire at his side. She offers her hands for it to smell, one of them holding a paper flower.

"And who are you?"

She doesn't clarify if she's asking Kabal or the animal, but it's likely the latter.

[kaballin]

The reindire sniffs it, daintily giving the edges a nibble while it's companion rolls his eyes and thinks about punching it.

"I'm Kabal. That is a fucking nuisance that follows me around." He hasn't killed it yet, so that's something at least. "It's too dumb to know those aren't real flowers."