WEEK ONE, SATURDAY

[killerwaves]

INVESTIGATION(?)

Exciting night, no? Were you able to get to sleep, or did you stay up into the wee hours, seeing that far-off shimmer near the gazebos and listening to the rising rumble of whatever-that-is and wondering when it would come for you?

At least, when dawn finally comes and the shimmer is overcome by the rising light of the sun, it seems that last night wasn't the end. For you.

Instead, once it's morning proper, there's a shift -- like the breeze and the smell after a bout of sudden summer thunderstorm without the storm: the pressure and the oppressive atmosphere of yesterday is gone, just like that. But also: accompanying it a few seconds later is a clean whipcrack of sound, like giant hands clapping together. And a moment after that, you'll feel something pass overhead -- you won't be able to see anything, but anyone outside at the time will find themselves staggered by what seems to be a small shockwave spreading throughout the island.

That's not the only change that awaits you this morning, however.

You might want to get out of bed, if you haven't already, and take a proper look around.

(( OOC: Welcome to our peace week Saturday event, islanders! Please note that this will be run similarly to a normal investigation, but will not be a full investigation. As such, everyone is welcome to explore for the first part of the event, and then we will take a limited amount of people for the second half, investigation-style. ))

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[gluttoning]

[Well.

Anyone near the garden will just get to watch Beelzebub morph, for a brief moment, with a pulse of demonic energy. Horns twist out of his head, and insect wings sprout from his back in time with the black stripes that dot his skin, his entire outfit seemingly changing.

He does this simply to fly up, grab the nearest palm tree speaker with one hand, rip it cleanly from the tree, and throw it straight to the ground with enough force to shatter it.]

You ruined my breakfast.

[conchy]

[Oh dear... Someone's horny......]

Incroyable! You're just full of surprises, Beelzebub.

[But Daddy already gave him a scolding for teasing poor Beel, so he'll spare him any jests or condescension.]

I understand your vexation, but try to take your anger out in a more productive fashion. Destroying the speakers will only eliminate our sources of information.

[gluttoning]

[unamused dot jpg

He drops to the ground, plucking up a handful of blossoms, leaves and twigs from one of the nearby bushes and shoving it directly into his mouth.]

No.

They wasted my time. There's plenty of other speakers.

1/2

[conchy]

[..............................]

[conchy]

[Blinks. You really are a dog, Beel.]

Pauvre petit chiot. Why don't we go grab a bite to eat? Thinking on an empty stomach is only going to cause you more pain.

1/2

[gluttoning]

[He grumbles, right along with his stomach, an irritated buzzing noise as his wings vibrate behind him.

Another handful of the bush is yanked up and practically inhaled, not bothering to look at Lobelia for a long moment outside the obscene noise of wood cracking against his teeth.]

/2

[gluttoning]

[With a firm exhale, he's back to normal, licking his fingers clean.]

Mn.

I don't want to be around this stench any longer. Or these speakers.

[conchy]

[stealthily records the sound of beel's growling stomach, don't worry about it,

Ah... But what a poor meal sticks and leaves makes. Could it be that transforming uses up quite a bit of Beel's energy? Curious!

In any case, Lobelia boldly takes him by the hand, holding onto it just firmly enough to reinforce the notion that he isn't going to leave Beel to his own devices, and starts off towards the buffet.]

Then let us depart! There's no raison to stick around here.

[gluttoning]

[???

He looks slightly irritated, but follows along without resistance, free hand tucked against his stomach which has yet to shut the fuck up.]

You sound too energetic.

[A poor sus magician just died!]

[conchy]

[How cute! This grumbly stomach ASMR is such a treat.]

Oh? I sound like moi-même— er... myself, if you ask me!

[What, is he not allowed to be happy? Too many people here are dreadfully miserable. If there's one feeling Lobelia wants to avoid, it's that of abject sorrow.]

[gluttoning]

[He's so tired already. Why are you like this, sir.]

You're not angry?

[immortalpoet]

[Oh boy.]

...Here.

[He's...pulling out..............the equivalent of what they have for wrapped shitty Pop Tarts from his pocket?]

[gluttoning]

[He drops to the ground and snatches it up immediately, the wrapper crushing under his fingers as the whole thing goes directly into his mouth. Like entering a vacuum.

His wings buzz behind him, but at least that keeps his hands occupied.]

Not enough.

[immortalpoet]

[A little sigh. Well...at least something.]

Buffet it is, then. Can you control yourself until then?

[gluttoning]

[He doesn't answer at first, eyes travelling to one of the garden bushes closest to him, before he reaches out to grab a handful of foliage and wood and blossoms and cram it into his mouth.]

When is then? Soon?

[immortalpoet]

[nooo beeel that has no vitamin C noooooo]

Yeah. Right now.

[gluttoning]

[His form dissipates back to normal. Field trip to the buffet, let's go.]

Good. I can't take this smell any more. I'm starving.

[Good thing the catbots are taking the body away???]

[immortalpoet]

I think that's obvious.

[And then he turns, expecting Beel to follow...come along hungy boy....]

[finalmix]

[ slow claps for that show of violence, joshua looks mildly impressed. ]

[gluttoning]

[Hooray for applause!

Beelzebub drops from his hover and immediately grabs a handful of nearby foliage to shove into his mouth.]

Don't clap for them. Wasted all of our time.

[finalmix]

Oh, I'm not clapping for them, I'm clapping for you.

[ hee hee. ]

That was a very impressive show of strength~

[gluttoning]

They were irritating me.

[He doesn't care much for what kind of show he was putting on. Maybe he will care more later.

His wings buzz behind him as he straightens up with a frown.]

Who are you, anyway?

[finalmix]

Me? No one.

[ :) ]

But you can call me Joshua, if you like.

[ a beat, then: ]

Nice wings.

if josh could go fill out beel's permissions real quick I would appreciate it!

[gluttoning]

...

[He breaks off a branch of one of the overhanging trees, snapping it in his teeth.]

Mn. [It's the best acknowledgement he can give of the compliment, looking the shorter young man over with a stony expression.

Crunch crunch goes the wood.]

Nice bones.

[finalmix]

[ josh giggles. ]

I've been told I have a pretty nice bone structure.