thenearshore | 007 | Clean Up Your Act

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007 | Clean Up Your Act

Who: Everyone!
What: Spring cleaning
When: All day April 15
Where: All around the Heavens
Summary: The Heavens don't like things being cluttered, so it's time to clean up a little bit.

Main Hall

While the main hall of the Heavens seems spotlessly clean at all times, that's not the case at all. In fact, it's been at least a decade since the last time they actually cleaned everything out properly. There are a lot of hidden closets and back rooms that have layers of dust and dozens of boxes filled with nothing but junk. Who knows, though! You might find something interesting and useful in there along with all the garbage.

Suprises

Unfortunately, some of the older temples on the Far Shore seem to have some interesting surprises tucked away, ranging from cursed artifacts all the way to magical creatures locked up in long-forgotten rooms. You are free to be creative with this as a way to get your characters into trouble while cleaning.

Complimentary Dinner

After all of your hard work, you deserve to have some tasty food and refreshing beverages. So the Heavens have provided that for you, so that you can wind down after a long day. It's not as fancy as the banquets they often put on, but there is a nice array of food and drinks for everyone to enjoy.

Counselling

As usual, there is a white-robed shinki bearing the gold chrysanthemum of Amaterasu sitting at a table in the Main Hall. There is a small sign that denotes her as the counselling shinki. Anyone is welcome to approach her, and she will smile serenely at anyone passing by as well.

In Summary:

Clean up your home
Help clean others' homes
Get the main hall clean too!
Hope no hidden magic jumps out
Seek counselling if you need it
Enjoy your complimentary dinner
Have fun~

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What a shame that cute things can turn out to be so annoying.

[From the way her eyes narrow at the two-tailed fiends, it's clear that Sheryl's words are at their expense. The constant chattering like she and Slaine aren't there is frankly getting on her nerves, and it shows from the disapproval plastered all over her face.]

Come on, Slaine. Let's get out of here.

[In a way, Slaine prefers being treated as though he's not there. It's a lot better than having his attention demanded for games he doesn't entirely understand the point of. He can understand the notion of being bored and lonesome, but he's spent the day trying to work and being interrupted by these strange cats...]

How do we leave though? They're rather...encumbering.

[What with the way the cats have crowded around them both from all sides]

[How do they leave, indeed. As much as she'd been spending her idle time with her phone, it's coming to a point where she'd rather start on her cleaning duties instead of dealing with these cats.

Even so, as irritating as these creatures are to Sheryl, she doesn't want to hurt them or step over them in case of an accident that might ensue to her or Slaine. What to do...?]

If these cats aren't normal and can transform into things...

[Slowly, she pulls out her golden microphone from her purse, glancing at Slaine with pursed lips.]

[Slaine eyes the microphone speculatively. Does Sheryl intend to serenade the cats...? He's seen her use that trick on kids, but it seems different with two-tailed cats, or he has to imagine so]

Can't gods just teleport?

[It seems simpler than putting on a concert for felines, but he's not exactly an expert on what it's like to be a god. Maybe it's draining to move from one place to another instantly like that.

Perhaps he ought to ask Hope about it sometime]

[... Thanks for bringing that up, Slaine. Sheryl has become so accustomed to facing monsters through the power of song that she sometimes forgets about her other godly abilities.

If he pays close attention, he might be able to detect her cheeks turning a shade of pink.]

I know that! Now hold on to me.

[And she huffs. Putting the microphone back in her purse, she tucks an arm around his and with a blink of an eye, they disappear... and then reappear outside in the hallways. Take that, cats.]

[It's always disorienting, disappearing from one place and reappearing in another. He half-stumbles when they arrive, trying not to feel as undignified as he's sure he must look in that moment.

At least, it seems, they're free of the cats]

They were following me around all afternoon.

[And he can't begin to imagine what the fascination was, unless they were simply that bored]

[Upon seeing a nearby room, thankfully devoid of any magical two-tailed, urn-shifting cats, Sheryl drags Slaine inside it, then closes the door afterwards. Inside the room contains a couch, a few tables and chairs, and a vanity set.

Yes, he looks undignified, hence some chuckles come out of Sheryl's lips.]

You must be really popular with cats! They probably sensed a cat lover in you.

[A pause. Now that they're talking about cats...]

How is Lily doing these days?

[Slaine wonders if a door would actually keep those sorts of cats out, but he supposes it's better than standing about and waiting for them to catch up. And fortunately he'd finished his work in the temple, so at least it's not a dusty mess anymore]

I don't know about popular...

[With anyone really, because he's just himself here]

Lily has been doing well. She's quite active, and growing steadily.

That's good. I'd love to see that adorable kitten of yours again.

[Sheryl misses petting Lily's soft white fur, okay? And even better when she gets to see how far she's really grown under Slaine's care. Her eyes linger on his shoulders for a bit, lips pursed.]

You've been holding those heavy urns for the annoying cats. How are your arms?

[Slaine is about to tell her she can visit Lily anytime, well aware a cat needs socializing and she should get exposure to more people than just himself and Hope. But the question derails his thoughts, leaving a curious expression on his face for a long moment]

My arms...?

[As though it doesn't logically follow that lifting heavy objects would affect them, go Slaine]

They're fine. It wasn't that heavy.

[He's stronger than his lean build might suggest, perhaps]

But you told me they were heavy!

[Slaine's answer only prompts confusion from Sheryl's end as she closes the distance a little between them, checking out his shoulders in disbelief. Sure he's a shinki and looks can be deceiving, but she's noticed how he had some difficulties with the urns.

Also she considers him a friend of hers, someone worthy of her concern despite how he annoys her at times.]

What about your shoulders? [Suddenly an idea forms in her head. He might not like it, judging from the way she squints at him.] Aren't they sore?

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[It seems to Slaine that Sheryl alternates between being frustrated with him and being worried over him. And on special occasions such as this, perhaps it's a little of both at once]

I've been cleaning all day, it's nothing worthy of concern.

[Sheryl please, he's perfectly fine... At least he thinks so]

[Sheryl rests a hand on his shoulder, then uses her free hand to point at the couch.]

Sit down, Slaine! I'm going to give you a massage.

[So remember the part where he might not like the idea she came up with? Yeah...]

[For this there is only startled staring, at least at first.

And then Slaine recovers, shaking his head]

No need. [He waves the notion off, just like that] I've still got work to do.

Oh no, you don't! Even boys like you need to relax!

[Slaine will received a pointed look for that before she grabs him by the shoulders to nudge him towards the couch, gently shoving him to the seat.

And then sits on him.

Take that, Slaine.]

[Slaine's surprised that Sheryl muscles him into this...and then sits on him.

His only recourse is to cover his face with a hand]

This is unseemly.

[A goddess is sitting on him, of all the things]

[Sheryl's going to get comfortable using Slaine's lap as a chair, gripping his shoulders for support. So what if she, too, is blushing from the ridiculousness of this situation?]

I don't do this for just anyone, so be grateful! [A pause] And don't think too hard about this!

[With a huff, awkward movements from her fingers like this is her first time doing this... she tentatively starts kneading his shoulders.]

[Slaine, thinking too hard about this?]

...You're acting like a cat.

[No risk there, he's too caught on the image of her behaving like a kitten might]

[While in the middle of rubbing circles on his shoulders with her fingers, Sheryl arches an eyebrow. What is this comparison...]

A cat? How so?

[You're confusing her, Slaine.]

[And Slaine's eyebrows hike a little under that gaze]

Cats do something like that with their paws.

[Has Sheryl never had a cat before?]

Not to mention, sitting this way...

My, this is the first time I've been compared to a cat.

[Two new lessons learned: cats give people massages and have a peculiar way of sitting. Sheryl lets out a gentle puff of breath, an amused sound.]

Does Lily give you shoulder rubs?

[And now she imagines tiny, fluffy paws on his shoulders, thanks a lot]

She's often on my shoulders.

[Slaine knows that Sheryl has seem Lily perched on him in the past. Not to mention, cats tend to knead when they're getting comfortable, at least from his experience with her]

Do people often draw comparisons?

[He can't imagine equating Sheryl to anything much aside from herself, especially since she often qualifies her actions with the fact that she's herself]

That must be her favorite spot.

[Sheryl did see Lily perched on Slaine once, during that embarrassing moment involving a puppy stealing her underwear. Such memories. She continues kneading his shoulders, putting more pressure this time.]

Of course not. [Not that she can recall, anyway.] I can only be myself, just like only you can be Slaine.

I've read there are tree cats and there are shrub cats... And it would seem Lily is more of a tree cat.

[Not that Slaine is an especially tall man by any means, but Lily always prefers to be perched on his shoulders rather than anywhere else]

But I suppose it's true we are as we are.

She has good taste.

[Good taste in picking Slaine's shoulders as a favorite spot. Yes, she's complimenting a cat. Has it only been a few days since she teased him? Either way she leans her head in the crook of his shoulder, nuzzling like a cat would. Her other hand remains on his other shoulder, rubbing slow circles on it.]

I can vouch for her, by the way. Your shoulders are a perfect spot to rest on.

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