Post by Birdy on Nov 1, 2019 7:43:08 GMT -5
As you walk back home after a successful night of trick-or-treating, you pass near an old oak tree that you vaguely recall as Birdy’s residence. Strange, you muse, that she didn’t seem to be open this year. She’s always open. (Even when locked out. Or going about exacting her revenge on whoever TP’d her treehouse. Or leaving her house in the care of young children. Or…)
…Unless everyone just assumed she wasn’t open, when she really was.
And so no one went to her house all night.
Which would be really sad considering all the candy she must have bought.
…Which means that if you go now, you could get the motherload of candy!
Making up your mind, you quickly hop on the elevator/lift thingy that is used to get you up to the treehouse’s deck, and ride up to the door.
Before you can knock, however, you hear a commotion from inside; one that sounds like it’s coming from a lot of people.
…Wait, did Birdy throw a party last night? That’s strange, you haven’t known that to happen before. Usually her house is a more low-key, “drop in and get some treats, chat a bit if you like” sort of thing.
Pondering over this strange turn of events, you knock on the door. Upon receiving no answer, you try again to no avail. Deciding she must not be able to hear you over everything, you turn the knob and enter the house.
Bedlam greets you. Some people (though not all gathered are human) are seeming to behave themselves, while others appear to be causing whatever mischief they can get into. Some of them you recognize (Birdy’s characters have manifested themselves again, it appears), some you don’t (has Birdy been holding out on everyone, keeping secrets?), but it appears Birdy is trying to wrangle them all anyway.
“Will you please just cooperate,” she groans, looking ready to tear her hear out. “Look, we’ve been going over this all night; I would love to write your stories, or fics, or whatever, especially because it's NaNo season, but that requires you actually letting me and not protesting and running away anytime remotely bad happens. You can’t all be like Audo.” (At that, blond-and-pink-haired man shoots a glare across the room. Oof, if looks could cause people to burst into flames, Birdy’d be needing a fire extinguisher right about now…)
“Furthermore,” Birdy continues, it also not my fault that some of your canons dictate that certain things must happen. I’m simply recording what actually happened in my own words.” (Hmm, so it appears that not only is Birdy being haunted by her own characters, but also characters she has fanfic ideas for? Interesting…)
Upon hearing a soft snort from a pointy-eared humanoid slouched on the couch, she turned to him.
“Look, you,” she says, patience apparently wearing thin after a long night devoid of trick-or-treating and full of character-wrangling, if you keep this up, I swear your next fights will be in your underwear with nothing but a tree branch! And you know what I’m farming for…”
He crossed his arms and glared at her, apparently not relishing that idea one bit. Then, upon spying a small pot on the table next to him, however, he very pointedly look straight at Birdy, and slowly – like a cat – pushed the pot off the table where it shattered.
Birdy gasped.
“Oh, you did NOT just…”
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, turning to you.
“Hi, sorry about that,” she apologizes, smiling wearily. “Was gonna open up sooner, but they” (she tips her head to the filled room) “had other ideas. Apparently it’s my night to get haunted by the manifestations of Ideas of Stories Unwritten. …Or, was my night. It’s morning now, isn’t it?” she sighs. “Sorry. Long night. Anyway, you’re the first person to get here, so you get your pick of the treats,” Birdy says, motioning to a table full of homemade cupcakes and other goodies. “So, take whatever you want. Take all of it, if you like! And… enjoy!”
…Unless everyone just assumed she wasn’t open, when she really was.
And so no one went to her house all night.
Which would be really sad considering all the candy she must have bought.
…Which means that if you go now, you could get the motherload of candy!
Making up your mind, you quickly hop on the elevator/lift thingy that is used to get you up to the treehouse’s deck, and ride up to the door.
Before you can knock, however, you hear a commotion from inside; one that sounds like it’s coming from a lot of people.
…Wait, did Birdy throw a party last night? That’s strange, you haven’t known that to happen before. Usually her house is a more low-key, “drop in and get some treats, chat a bit if you like” sort of thing.
Pondering over this strange turn of events, you knock on the door. Upon receiving no answer, you try again to no avail. Deciding she must not be able to hear you over everything, you turn the knob and enter the house.
Bedlam greets you. Some people (though not all gathered are human) are seeming to behave themselves, while others appear to be causing whatever mischief they can get into. Some of them you recognize (Birdy’s characters have manifested themselves again, it appears), some you don’t (has Birdy been holding out on everyone, keeping secrets?), but it appears Birdy is trying to wrangle them all anyway.
“Will you please just cooperate,” she groans, looking ready to tear her hear out. “Look, we’ve been going over this all night; I would love to write your stories, or fics, or whatever, especially because it's NaNo season, but that requires you actually letting me and not protesting and running away anytime remotely bad happens. You can’t all be like Audo.” (At that, blond-and-pink-haired man shoots a glare across the room. Oof, if looks could cause people to burst into flames, Birdy’d be needing a fire extinguisher right about now…)
“Furthermore,” Birdy continues, it also not my fault that some of your canons dictate that certain things must happen. I’m simply recording what actually happened in my own words.” (Hmm, so it appears that not only is Birdy being haunted by her own characters, but also characters she has fanfic ideas for? Interesting…)
Upon hearing a soft snort from a pointy-eared humanoid slouched on the couch, she turned to him.
“Look, you,” she says, patience apparently wearing thin after a long night devoid of trick-or-treating and full of character-wrangling, if you keep this up, I swear your next fights will be in your underwear with nothing but a tree branch! And you know what I’m farming for…”
He crossed his arms and glared at her, apparently not relishing that idea one bit. Then, upon spying a small pot on the table next to him, however, he very pointedly look straight at Birdy, and slowly – like a cat – pushed the pot off the table where it shattered.
Birdy gasped.
“Oh, you did NOT just…”
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, turning to you.
“Hi, sorry about that,” she apologizes, smiling wearily. “Was gonna open up sooner, but they” (she tips her head to the filled room) “had other ideas. Apparently it’s my night to get haunted by the manifestations of Ideas of Stories Unwritten. …Or, was my night. It’s morning now, isn’t it?” she sighs. “Sorry. Long night. Anyway, you’re the first person to get here, so you get your pick of the treats,” Birdy says, motioning to a table full of homemade cupcakes and other goodies. “So, take whatever you want. Take all of it, if you like! And… enjoy!”
(I hope it’s okay to put this up so late, I just didn’t want to break tradition and not have a house. 8'D
Anyway, TL;DR, Birdy's being haunted by the characters (her own and from media she's consumed) from all the ideas she hasn't written. It’s super-low-key as usual, so just feel free to pop in and get a treat and leave; though of course no obligation to post, ahhah. It’s REALLY late after all. OTL(Dumb brain no letting me write! *shakes fist*)
(…Also this is the look the “point-eared humanoid” is giving me, for the record.)
Anyway, that is all. Hope your Halloweens were fun \ o / )
Anyway, TL;DR, Birdy's being haunted by the characters (her own and from media she's consumed) from all the ideas she hasn't written. It’s super-low-key as usual, so just feel free to pop in and get a treat and leave; though of course no obligation to post, ahhah. It’s REALLY late after all. OTL
(…Also this is the look the “point-eared humanoid” is giving me, for the record.)
Anyway, that is all. Hope your Halloweens were fun \ o / )