[ Pickles is here on the farmland, eating a potato. It's probably someone's hard grown potato, but he just invades this place and eats it. Finally, something with flavor. ]
Good. Keep going, enjoy the spoils of your new turf. I feel I should be responsible and watch out for you while nobody else is here. If you start feeling ill from eating twelve potatoes at least flag me down.
[Erin has never had a pet, so she doesn't know what to do. She figures just making sure Pickles doesn't go and get into fights with the cows or dig a tunnel into the ocean will be enough]
That kid will make half of the people want to fight him. He didn't make himself nice and kind to us in the theater, back when we were getting settled in.
[ Pickles is on a walk. Sure is a fine day to be dead. Anyway, he sees Erin and trots up to her, but shadows emerge to drag them both into a small, dark pocket dimension.
[Whatever she was going to say is forgotten when the shadows bring forth memoryshare!
The sight of a floating apple surprises Erin, if her rising eyebrows is any indication! She's not entirely sure of the situation, but she gets a general idea of how Pickles works. That was...truthfully fascinating!
And also kind of fascinating is how this man, who presumably is in charge of the museum, is reacting so strongly]
Wow. I had never seen such a strong overreaction to a plushy monster. [Well at least Erin says it with a far different intonation than this man did. Hers definitely is warmer than the guy's -- not that it'd be hard to be warmer than him] I know he has allergies but this is too much.
[Her instincts immediately make her think there must be some sort of ulterior motive! She'd dig further if she were there]
There's so much to ask about, and first and foremost... [She glances at Pickles] You're a dog with more tricks than anyone would think, aren't you? What was that about emotions?
[You pretty much ruined a robot by using its energy within as if it was an emotion! Dogs aren't known for emotion manipulation, you know!]
Arcanum as in arcane stuff? Magic? You'd fit right in my town. Maybe we are from the same world and we never knew.
[She had joked about that, that maybe she and someone else in this place were canonmates and they never knew, and Erin said that hey, for all she knows the dog is from her same world and she didn't know.
But, well, it's true that, given Pickles' idiosyncrasies, he's just odd enough to fit right in Tackleford. That town is full of so many unusual things]
So what's the scoop? Why was this guy so antsy he was about to overreact over a stuffy nose? I bet there was something afoot and you accidentally stumbled into it.
[Erin already is imagining all sorts of conspiracies!]
[ Pickles decides to check out the jazz bar, since he's never been in one before. Swanky. It makes him think of rich people places. The music is nice and surely there won't be anything haunting here, right?
Anyway, he's sitting on a stool and drinking water as he tries to figure out how the fuck he's supposed to use a straw. ]
[ More dog rights!! Honestly, that's why he's been really liking Barks and Waffles. An entire bookstore and restaurant that won't chase dogs away. Amazing. ]
Woof.
[ He gestures to the straw that is in his water cup. How does one use this. ]
[ Pickles has no cheeks, no sucking is difficult. But then again, they drink mom dog's milk so they have some ability to "suck". What's the truth here, universe? Anyway, Pickles tries and the sucked up water just spills out of his mouth.
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w1 monday
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The law of the land is finders keepers, Pickles. Agreed or not?
[Don't get into philosophy discussions with a dog, Erin. He's real smart but also you're discussing this with a canine]
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Woof!
[ The puppy says the rules of survival is that you must live whatever the cost.
He has a potato in his mouth. ]
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[She waves a hand over part of the field]
I claim this as mine. The rest of the fields are yours. Congrats on owning land now.
[Erin you can't just stake a claim for yourself and also for the dog. Why are you making Pickles' claim immense anyway]
Should you be eating potatoes, anyway?
[Are those good for dogs...? She's not sure]
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[ gasp... a dog owning land. Pickles seems slightly amused for a dog at Erin's claim.
The puppy has eaten two sweet potatoes so far with no drawbacks. ]
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[Erin has never had a pet, so she doesn't know what to do. She figures just making sure Pickles doesn't go and get into fights with the cows or dig a tunnel into the ocean will be enough]
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[ The puppy would enjoy your company.
He likes it being this way instead of him being babysat by others. ]
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Have the others been treating you well? Leaving aside the whole bodyswapping and a little nutcase fighting your body.
[Karma, what the hell. Erin already had a low opinion of Karma but hearing he had fought a dog for no reason didn't help her opinion of him]
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[ The puppy says that he is mostly treated well by everyone and would like to note that he was very close to fighting Karma when Cloud as well. ]
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[Todomatsu wants to strangle him, can you tell]
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[ The puppy thinks he is a child that is violent for attention. ]
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[If he wants attention he sure is getting it. Hard not to pay attention to him]
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Woof.
[ The puppy thinks his kicks are very honed.
His side was sore for days. ]
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[Erin, he wasn't even in his own body when that happened, you forgot that detail]
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[ The puppy says it knows how to fight, with or without arcanum. ]
w2 monday
Here up to 1:49:14! ]
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Pickles, there you are--
[Whatever she was going to say is forgotten when the shadows bring forth memoryshare!
The sight of a floating apple surprises Erin, if her rising eyebrows is any indication! She's not entirely sure of the situation, but she gets a general idea of how Pickles works. That was...truthfully fascinating!
And also kind of fascinating is how this man, who presumably is in charge of the museum, is reacting so strongly]
Wow. I had never seen such a strong overreaction to a plushy monster. [Well at least Erin says it with a far different intonation than this man did. Hers definitely is warmer than the guy's -- not that it'd be hard to be warmer than him] I know he has allergies but this is too much.
[Her instincts immediately make her think there must be some sort of ulterior motive! She'd dig further if she were there]
There's so much to ask about, and first and foremost... [She glances at Pickles] You're a dog with more tricks than anyone would think, aren't you? What was that about emotions?
[You pretty much ruined a robot by using its energy within as if it was an emotion! Dogs aren't known for emotion manipulation, you know!]
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[ Pickles looks tired at the security man. This man was so loud and for what? He looks over at Erin when she asks.
The puppy says that it is an arcanist, one who wields the power of arcanum. ]
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[She had joked about that, that maybe she and someone else in this place were canonmates and they never knew, and Erin said that hey, for all she knows the dog is from her same world and she didn't know.
But, well, it's true that, given Pickles' idiosyncrasies, he's just odd enough to fit right in Tackleford. That town is full of so many unusual things]
So what's the scoop? Why was this guy so antsy he was about to overreact over a stuffy nose? I bet there was something afoot and you accidentally stumbled into it.
[Erin already is imagining all sorts of conspiracies!]
feel free to drop since it's been too long!
[ The puppy says that dogs weren't meant to be in museums and the man was a control freak. ]
w5 monday
Anyway, he's sitting on a stool and drinking water as he tries to figure out how the fuck he's supposed to use a straw. ]
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It's good this entire place is for us all to use any way we can. Any other place wouldn't be happy about you being here.
[More locations should welcome philosopher dogs, really. More rights for Pickles]
What's bouncing around in your head this time?
[You seem puzzled, after all!]
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Woof.
[ He gestures to the straw that is in his water cup. How does one use this. ]
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Dunno if those work with your muzzle or not. Just...put it on your mouth and suck?
[That's the basic mechanic of it, at least. She never has had to explain this to anybody ever before, so she's not sure how to proceed]
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.... ]
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[Not that she's chiding him for that, really, because she adds:]
Maybe it's just matter of practice. Like dogs skateboarding. They didn't start doing kickflips the first day they encountered a skateboard.
[literally no dog in the history of the universe has done a kickflip erin stop exaggerating]