UN: Ollin [Text]

[unpocoloco]

Hola, everyone. I'm that one evening TA from Aube, for those who don't know.

I'm sure by now we've all noticed the little issue of extra little ones running around. Now obviously there's no good way to explain all of this, so I thought maybe we could all gather our stories here so we don't get our wires crossed. You know, share names and other details and stuff.

I also thought it might help if some of us could maybe use babysitters in given times. That way there's less of... pretty much all of us running around.

Also, remember that lots of these kids can probably figure out the internet so mind what you say.

I'll go first:

I'm "Señor R.", I'm looking after "Héctor (just Héctor) who also goes by Teto". He is "an entirely normal kid with no special abilities or anything so nothing to worry about there but he's a bit of trouble sometimes and may need wrangling" and I'm "not at all available during the day and could really use someone who is".

You all do the same but replace whatever's in quotations with the appropriate names and details. Then we can sort of reference back here as we go.

[OOC: Dated somewhere before Teto and Avery wind up in the infirmary probably but wibbly wobbly time.]

Comments

[heromedal]

[ Now Rex knows there's something weird going on here from the original and the fact he can't find any sort of attached account to this.

So he experiments with a DM. ]

Hello. Did you recieve this?

[ He just wants to ask some questions. I mean it, he actually just wants to like. Talk and see how it's done and shit. ]

[panpiping]

Hello! Did I receive what? Did you send me a picture? I didn't get any pictures! I'm sorry!

[heromedal]

[ Rex is actually way more used to dealing with weirdoes like this than regular humans and takes all this in stride. ]

No, I didn't send a picture. I will rectify that.

[ Literally the first result if you google 'cute dog' incidentally. ]

Am I correct in assuming you are the flautist behind that song I heard before? I do hope so.

[panpiping]

Wow! Thank you! I love it! Yes, that was me. I'm really good, right?

[heromedal]

You're welcome.

And I loved your music. I attempted to record it, it was difficult. What would I need to do to obtain a private performance?

[ For reference he actually did love it. Being a musical sponge has its benefits. ]

[panpiping]

[Of course this stronger loved it! Fey music was waaaay better than regular human music.] Hmm... I don't know! People get lost here. It might be that thing with the messed up neck. But I'll play it some more! It didn't work on everyone.

[heromedal]

I'm very good at finding my way, but you are kind to express concern. What is that thing you refer to?

[ His ability to do that is pretty much the only one he has that he recognises as something he's good at. It's half of why they called him Black Dog in the first place- good nose tracking things down. ]

If at all possible I would like to be present for the encore. Otherwise, I shall have a hole in my heart the shape of that song for life.

[ Talking like a Jack Kirby narration box may be Rex's default manner of speech, but it works wonders for the flattering of fey. ]

[panpiping]

I don't know... Some other fey. They creep me out. Hee hee! That's not true! Even now, the real hole in your heart (your metaphorical heart) made by my music will fill back up again! You just need to wait. (I'm using metaphors correctly, right?)