A favor for me

[boughtstockinsocks]

ask a favor memebecause everyone needs a little help sometimes!

• don't leave your top level blank. instead, start with a favor your character would (or wouldn't, if you need to sprinkle in the meme-forced juice) ask of others. get somebody to help them with their groceries! pretend to be their boyfriend at thanksgiving dinner! fight alongside them in a galactic uprising!
• others will help out. or not.
• return some favors.

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michel | find me | ota

[singlemalts]

I need a dinner partner for an office party with a bunch of people who're always deeply concerned for my marital status.

Marriage not required, however.

Paul Atreides | Dune

[desertpowered]

I need information, the more the better.

Anyone who provides it for me will be rewarded.

skekMal the Hunter | The Dark Crystal

[lordofthehunt]

[Gruffly:]

Show me something I can hunt.

[singlemalts]

Information, what sort specifically? I could talk at length about my whiskey and it might leave you none the wiser.

[desertpowered]

[A soft laugh.]

Whiskey? I give you credit for being honest. There's value in that.

[singlemalts]

If honesty means being too forward and talking too much, then yes, I’m certainly honest.

What do you want to know?

you asked for this!

[cotyledon]

My dude, you said this in earshot of the wrong person! The young woman turns and gives skekMal a once-over (he's way taller than her, and there are no skeksis in her universe but that doesn't mean she doesn't know a spooky threat when she sees one), and gives him a bright smile.

Vampires hunt all the time, but she ain't that kind of vampire. "It's the Christmas season!" she tells him with utter conviction. "What you should be hunting is bargains! And gifts for your loved ones!"

"...Or, uh, yourself if you don't have any loved ones, that's okay too."

He kind of gives off 'dangerous loner' vibes. That's okay, she knows the type. Better that than the kind of people who think they deserve attention just because they want it.

[hungercity_hellhound]

Well that isn't something he's used to seeing but at least being tall for a human keeps the skeksis from being too looming.

"Today, helicopters." He says matter of fact. Damien has a big knife strapped to his back and more than one gun, not that Mal would necessarily know what a rifle is.

[lordofthehunt]

"You hunt...bargains?"

The Hunter blinks. Then blinks again. He's familiar with hunting abstract concepts after the Chamberlain explained his constant hunt of power to him, so maybe this is something similar. The person who approached him doesn't look like a predator. He doesn't particularly like Chamberlain, but this person could be useful.

He hasn't really gone into the inhabited areas, probably for the good of everybody. He's more interested in what the Wilds have to offer, and gives the wild beasts there (or anyone he deems worth his interest) one more reason to be afraid.

"Tell me more about how you do it. How do you hunt a bargain?"

skekMal sits down, looking her over. There's a rustle of the assembled bones and other unseemly things on his armor. But he's listening to Abby.

[lordofthehunt]

"You hunt helicopters?" That has skekMal's interest. "It must be a dangerous beast for you to need so many weapons."

At least that's a guess for someone from a world without helicopters.

"What are those, on your back? Not the knives." It could be a weapon. Mal's own weapons are his four sharpened swords, an arrangement of throwing-knives, and poisoned darts.

[desertpowered]

That's one definition of honesty.

[A pause, as he thinks about how to phrase the question.]

Do you consider yourself adaptable?

[cotyledon]

"Sometimes!" She has a sunny smile, a picture of innocence, but the fact that she's not flinching in front of a well-armed alien creature nearly twice her size says something. Maybe not something good, but definitely something.

"Well, you have to have something in mind that you want to get first. It doesn't have to be a need, but if you're getting a present for someone you need to have an idea what they might like. Or if it's for yourself, you might want to narrow it down into one or two categories. I'm really into plants, for example, so if I see a houseplant I don't own, and I think I can grow it, and it costs less than I would normally expect to pay, that's a good bargain."

"...tell you what, let me take you to the sporting goods store. I bet they'll have something you like. They have camping and hiking supplies, and I know they sell archery supplies, too." He's clearly more of a knife kind of guy than a bowman, but there's bound to be something he'll find useful in either the sporting goods place or the tool shop.

[singlemalts]

Well, let's put it like this: I consider myself willing to adjust to most things, if I see the point of it.

[lordofthehunt]

The Hunter is definitely interested, as his twitching tail and attentive body language suggest. She has his firm attention, and not because he wants to hunt her. Humans - ordinary humans, at least, and as far as he knows she is one - are beneath his attention as prey.

"Can you show me this...sporting goods store?" He's certainly interested in archery. The Hunt calls for him to be adaptable, to a variety of situations and a variety of prey. "I want to see what they have."

He gruffly introduces himself, and it's clear that this skeksis is not one for court or for even feigned manners. "I am skekMal, the Hunter."

Isamu - OC

[itmeanscourage]

I left my brother’s package of gummy bears in the car. When I returned, they had already melted into a sugary quagmire, their individual essences dissolved into nothingness, reformed by the void into a singular consciousness. No separate beings or flavors, just one manifestation of formless eternal gummy. I need to improve this situation before he wakes up.

…preferably without purchasing more gummy bears.

[midnight_devil]

Have Lakritsi. Dane and Fin like and like American Gummies. Make apology present?

Deadlock 💀 ABC Warriors

[anarchyrules]

[ The clank clank clank of a quickly approaching robot comes from around a corner, just before the robot himself does. In one hand a large, sinister sword. In the other, a giant egg, which he holds out to the first person he sees. ]

Take this and run!

[itmeanscourage]

The licorice? I am unfamiliar with the flavor and whether it is a suitable substitution for specifically-requested gummy bears…

Has Minoru tried it? Does he like it?

[midnight_devil]

Not know. Have sitron like yellow gummy.

[hungercity_hellhound]

"...and people sometimes." He had to be honest that it really was what they did with the Ministry patrols, hunted them. "I need to be able to shoot them out if the air."

Damien appreciates knives for thier quiet nature as a weapon but sometimes guns were the only option. He pulled the rifle off his back that had the long infrared scope on it to show.. whatever this was.

"It's a rifle."

[deus_machina]

What kind of information? That's a pretty broad request.

[desertpowered]

I've learned to be careful with words.

[Maybe to a fault, but when dealing with strangers it's better to default to caution. Paul is relatively slow to trust.]

You asked me to narrow it down, so I'll be pleased to. What I'm looking for is advice. Survival skills.

[itmeanscourage]

Lemon flavored? That would be something I like more than something Minoru likes… He is the one who inherited the sweet tooth Mama claims not to have.

[midnight_devil]

I ask Rik. He put sugar on sugar.

Rik say have Geléhallon and Gröna Grodor. Not know English fruit word. Danes have sugar as meal. More sweets than all Norsk.

[deus_machina]

My advice is to do what you feel is right, even when things don't seem to be bettered by it. It's easy to be discouraged and forget to keep your eyes on the end game.

If you're doing what's right, your will to survive is stronger, your focus sharper.

Physically, I'd suggest mastering as many different kinds of weapons as you can. You never know when you'll be without and have to improvise.