MPC 55A: One man show [Solo]
Oct 28, 2018 12:22:54 GMT
Post by Hobby on Oct 28, 2018 12:22:54 GMT
MPC Name: Campfire tales
MPC Number: 55 A
Hobby stood up. Earlier that week he had read somewhere that when telling a story you should be really animated, standing up if possible. The room was probably too small for him to move around freely, yet he wanted to give it a shot. Ignoring an obvious stage to his left, he instead choose to march directly in front of his listener and lean in extremely close. Albeit that alone was frightening, the figure remained calm, shifting to rest his head against an armour clad arm. "Ok, Hobby."
"Thiiiiiiiiiiiis, is the tale of the... cocoon!" There was a pause for reactions, but none were received."The cocoon! Anyway, there was a Gatomon, her name was,um, Marry and she lived in a.... in a place, that's right. That's not important, what's important is that she owned no polished counters, no silver ware... no water. Nothing you could see your reflection in..." A voice came from behind the bar, a Datamon suddenly looking over in interest. "MIRRORS?". Hobby quickly dismissed the notion. "No mirrors! Hehehe, of course there were none, but that's because, every time she looked at her reflection, all she saw was a gross, pulsating cocoon! In any surface, day and night... the longer she stared, the more the cocoon pulsated and grew, engorging and engorging until she couldn't bare looking any more. She was frightened that if she stared long enough it would burst open, unleashing all the horrors with in." A question cut the story. "WELL, HOW DO WE KNOW THERE WERE HORRORS IN THERE?" A grunt echoed from the side of the room. "PLEASE. Just let him finish so I can go back to my amazing tale o-" A loud shush echoed across the room.
"You're being extremely rude! Anyway, Marry had a long, quiet, boring life. She was single, did I mention that? It's important for the story to make sense because, you know, a partner would probably help her get to the root of this cocoon thing. Alas, one day she was watching her favourite show on TV." At this moment the Datamon who reluctantly raised his hand, presumably to ask which show, was hit by a stray bottle from the store owner who urged Hobby to resume. "Um, ok. There was a knock on the door, it startled her, like all creatures when there's loud noises and... and she got up! It was her door after all, she had to answer, because that's what people do when there's a knock. It was a Meramon, oh no wait."
Hobby quickly pulled out a sheet of what was apparently his notes and filtered through it. "Um, um, she reluctantly opened the door to come face to face with a Meramon. She introduced herself as Alice. Now, the story gets weird because Alice wanted to borrow a mirror from Marry. Marry was in shock of course, what a strange request after all, it was the middle of the night."At this point just the Datamon was listening as the armour clad stranger rested his head against the counter in frustration.
"'Oh, I don't have any mirrors!' Said Marry in her cat like voice. 'Every time I look into one I see this cocoon.' She hastily added, much to the Meramon's surprise. You see, Alice also had the same issue and she wanted to borrow a mirror to see if this happened with all mirrors or just hers. Marry never though of trying this out, but it was somewhat relieving to learn she wasn't the only one. Marry figured she should invite Alice in, maybe they could talk about the cocoon or the show she was watching, it was a popular show that Alice also watched."
Hobby cracked a grin, the several layers of rusty nails serving as his 'teeth' being ultimately more frightening than the story. "The two of them ended up dating, but it didn't last long. See, all they had in common was the cocoon. The end!"
The Datamon gave a glance to Alagus who groaned and redirected his gaze elsewhere. "THAT WAS NOT SCARY!"The machine complained, only to be shushed by Hobby. "Of course it is, the both ended up dying alone and unloved and never got any answers to their questions. Maybe it's not scary for you because that's how your life is, but for me that's terrifying. Wow, I'm getting the shivers. Fleshy existence am I right, folks? Huh, huh? Not for us, though. We're not like that, so we can tell this kind of story, but to others it's so scary. I'm going to take your carpers now, ok?"
As he went on that extremely long spiel, Hobby was already taking several rugs present in the bar booths and stacking them. The audience didn't do much to intervene, either due to fear or sheer indifference. Was it good though?"He eventually asked, to which he received a dismissive gesture. "No, but it was entertaining." Somehow that was enough.
"Ok, now for the tale o-" The figure barely ducked in time to dodge a door mat flung his way by Hobby. "WAIT! I have more!"Groans echoed across the room. This was going to be a long night.
MPC Number: 55 A
Reward Requested: Posts please!
There was barely any traffic inside the tiny establishment. That could be attributed to a total of three reasons. One, it was closed currently. Two, it was four am and most inhabitants of the Digitalworld were either fast asleep or simply had better things to do. Three, the bar never actually opened,advertised or sold anything so it would be strange to find customers at any time.
Still, two figures sat on opposite ends of a finely crafted,oaken bar. The room was barely lit, spare for a sole candle casting shadows across the small room. A third figure worked behind the bar silently, though he was preoccupied with assorting various jugs in a pyramidal manner. If it weren't for the noise it would be impossible to detect his presence.
"So, I call this one the tale o-"
The figure on the right spoke first, his raspy, yet emotionless voice filling the room, though he was swiftly dismissed by his singular audience. Hobby sat on the other end of the bar, or rather hunched himself over the counter in an awkward manner. He gave a blank stare at the armour clad creature that sat across him, raising an arm to dismiss him. "Nonono, you'll have to listen. I prepared for this one."That yielded less of a response and more of a shrug from the store owner, but the plush would get his wish granted nonetheless. Hobby stood up. Earlier that week he had read somewhere that when telling a story you should be really animated, standing up if possible. The room was probably too small for him to move around freely, yet he wanted to give it a shot. Ignoring an obvious stage to his left, he instead choose to march directly in front of his listener and lean in extremely close. Albeit that alone was frightening, the figure remained calm, shifting to rest his head against an armour clad arm. "Ok, Hobby."
"Thiiiiiiiiiiiis, is the tale of the... cocoon!" There was a pause for reactions, but none were received."The cocoon! Anyway, there was a Gatomon, her name was,um, Marry and she lived in a.... in a place, that's right. That's not important, what's important is that she owned no polished counters, no silver ware... no water. Nothing you could see your reflection in..." A voice came from behind the bar, a Datamon suddenly looking over in interest. "MIRRORS?". Hobby quickly dismissed the notion. "No mirrors! Hehehe, of course there were none, but that's because, every time she looked at her reflection, all she saw was a gross, pulsating cocoon! In any surface, day and night... the longer she stared, the more the cocoon pulsated and grew, engorging and engorging until she couldn't bare looking any more. She was frightened that if she stared long enough it would burst open, unleashing all the horrors with in." A question cut the story. "WELL, HOW DO WE KNOW THERE WERE HORRORS IN THERE?" A grunt echoed from the side of the room. "PLEASE. Just let him finish so I can go back to my amazing tale o-" A loud shush echoed across the room.
"You're being extremely rude! Anyway, Marry had a long, quiet, boring life. She was single, did I mention that? It's important for the story to make sense because, you know, a partner would probably help her get to the root of this cocoon thing. Alas, one day she was watching her favourite show on TV." At this moment the Datamon who reluctantly raised his hand, presumably to ask which show, was hit by a stray bottle from the store owner who urged Hobby to resume. "Um, ok. There was a knock on the door, it startled her, like all creatures when there's loud noises and... and she got up! It was her door after all, she had to answer, because that's what people do when there's a knock. It was a Meramon, oh no wait."
Hobby quickly pulled out a sheet of what was apparently his notes and filtered through it. "Um, um, she reluctantly opened the door to come face to face with a Meramon. She introduced herself as Alice. Now, the story gets weird because Alice wanted to borrow a mirror from Marry. Marry was in shock of course, what a strange request after all, it was the middle of the night."At this point just the Datamon was listening as the armour clad stranger rested his head against the counter in frustration.
"'Oh, I don't have any mirrors!' Said Marry in her cat like voice. 'Every time I look into one I see this cocoon.' She hastily added, much to the Meramon's surprise. You see, Alice also had the same issue and she wanted to borrow a mirror to see if this happened with all mirrors or just hers. Marry never though of trying this out, but it was somewhat relieving to learn she wasn't the only one. Marry figured she should invite Alice in, maybe they could talk about the cocoon or the show she was watching, it was a popular show that Alice also watched."
Hobby cracked a grin, the several layers of rusty nails serving as his 'teeth' being ultimately more frightening than the story. "The two of them ended up dating, but it didn't last long. See, all they had in common was the cocoon. The end!"
The Datamon gave a glance to Alagus who groaned and redirected his gaze elsewhere. "THAT WAS NOT SCARY!"The machine complained, only to be shushed by Hobby. "Of course it is, the both ended up dying alone and unloved and never got any answers to their questions. Maybe it's not scary for you because that's how your life is, but for me that's terrifying. Wow, I'm getting the shivers. Fleshy existence am I right, folks? Huh, huh? Not for us, though. We're not like that, so we can tell this kind of story, but to others it's so scary. I'm going to take your carpers now, ok?"
As he went on that extremely long spiel, Hobby was already taking several rugs present in the bar booths and stacking them. The audience didn't do much to intervene, either due to fear or sheer indifference. Was it good though?"He eventually asked, to which he received a dismissive gesture. "No, but it was entertaining." Somehow that was enough.
"Ok, now for the tale o-" The figure barely ducked in time to dodge a door mat flung his way by Hobby. "WAIT! I have more!"Groans echoed across the room. This was going to be a long night.
