13 Mar 2019, 16:35
Companionship is the Best Ship
It took a while before Parcel registered anything around him. Not before his head was stuffed half way down the leg of a bear suite did he start fighting back a bit.
But his struggle started too late.
“N-no Serena, what are you doing? I- I’m not ready, or w-we’re not ready… I-I don’t even know you…”
But his words seem to fall to dead ears, or maybe it was just heavily muffled by the soft fabric being mushed into Parcels face as Erin very ungracefully stuffed him into the bear carcass. As groceries being stuffed into a bag Parcel was very quickly being enclosed into the soft prison of felt.
As he felt his cage starting to move Parcel tried to reposition himself. Crawling around the insides of the suit trying to find something to look out from, and hopefully breath out from. The suit was rather hot, and it didn’t help that it didn’t seem to have any built-in functions for ventilation.
The movement stopped almost as fast as it had started, giving Parcel time to reposition himself properly in the suit. It was definitively too big for him, the suits arms were dangling a bit under his hands, and it felt a bit saggy on him…
Why did Serena (Erin) do this? Why put him in a teddy suite? Was this a dream of hers? A talking, walking teddy? W-well… she was his girlfriend... wasn’t she? So perhaps this was his new duty, to play along with her desire.
He tried standing up. The suite made Parcel’s movements sluggish, slow and heavy. “Ugh, its like wearing a blanket under the sun…” Parcel talked, but nothing more then muffled sounds came out, almost like a bear cub purring.
Parcel took note of his surroundings, where had Serena (Erin) gone?
Turning his body, because turning only his head was nearly impossible in the suite, he noticed her talking to a rather small looking huffle girl.
Was this perhaps… one of Serenas (Erins) friends? Parcel groaned a bit in the suit… well, meeting one’s partners friends was probably a part of it. They where talking, but through the heavy fabric of the suite Parcel couldn’t pick out what about, but he guessed she was introducing him to her friends. So, Parcel peaked out from behind Erin, well, as peaked out as a big bear suited boy can do, and waved an over-sized bear hand to the girls Erin was talking to.
We'll all die one day, but all other days we won't
sta: agi: str: con: acp: acc: Broom: Comet 260
19 Mar 2019, 01:30
Companionship is the Best Ship
Poor sweet stupid Paracelsus. There were some discussions parents, teachers, neighbors, older brothers, someone should have had. Sadly for Paracelsus, either nobody had or the somebody that did lied. Erin would stuff the Prefect into the bear costume. He started to struggle near the end, but a final good hard shove and the boy was deep inside the mascot.
Erin would find her target, some unsuspecting first year yellow-jacket. Close enough, she was probably female and of a similar age. Besides, the scholar was not picky as long as there was an alleged "romantic interest."
So this is where the game started. Introduce the boy and the girl under false pretenses. He likes her/ She will like him as a result based merely on the information she was given she will form her own prejudices. Of course she would feed Paracelsus the same, an awkward wave from the bear and likely a warm or a pity-response from the girl. She would likely initiate a dialogue, with the affirmation that there is some passion, state of like or lust involved, her romantic advances would be likely assured she hypothesized.
Like a curious bird Erin would tilt her head and take a step to the side to give each of them a direct line of sight. "I think she might like you!" Erin shouted Parracelsus' direction. The girl never indicated such, it might fluster her as Erin played the role of pushy friend despite being a complete and total stranger. "C'mon, don't be shy," Erin added as she made an exaggerated motion towards the boy in the bear suit, "Just give him a hug or something."
Paracelsus was if nothing else the fluffiest, furriest thing in Hogwarts. Erin was not going to give him a squeeze, she was not the one being studied. They were. Given the data that they are both mutually interested in one another. The inability of one to refute this claim. In this experiment one must ask simply: what will they do?
Erin would find her target, some unsuspecting first year yellow-jacket. Close enough, she was probably female and of a similar age. Besides, the scholar was not picky as long as there was an alleged "romantic interest."
So this is where the game started. Introduce the boy and the girl under false pretenses. He likes her/ She will like him as a result based merely on the information she was given she will form her own prejudices. Of course she would feed Paracelsus the same, an awkward wave from the bear and likely a warm or a pity-response from the girl. She would likely initiate a dialogue, with the affirmation that there is some passion, state of like or lust involved, her romantic advances would be likely assured she hypothesized.
Like a curious bird Erin would tilt her head and take a step to the side to give each of them a direct line of sight. "I think she might like you!" Erin shouted Parracelsus' direction. The girl never indicated such, it might fluster her as Erin played the role of pushy friend despite being a complete and total stranger. "C'mon, don't be shy," Erin added as she made an exaggerated motion towards the boy in the bear suit, "Just give him a hug or something."
Paracelsus was if nothing else the fluffiest, furriest thing in Hogwarts. Erin was not going to give him a squeeze, she was not the one being studied. They were. Given the data that they are both mutually interested in one another. The inability of one to refute this claim. In this experiment one must ask simply: what will they do?
Just a trick of the lighting they said...
2 Apr 2019, 00:54
Companionship is the Best Ship
The small Hufflepuff girl was initially shocked at how odd this experience was getting. This sort of activity was nothing like she experienced back in Portstewart! Well, then again, nothing was normal at Hogwarts. Finley expected it to be more of the casting-magic-cool sort of weird, but instead it was someone-strongly-urging-you-to-hug-a-bear sort of weird. It was obvious to tell which was worse.
The magic, duh! Just kidding. Finley hated the situation she got herself into.
"Hey!" Finley proudly protested, "I don't even like him! I mean, boys are gross..." She put her hands behind her back and rolled her ankle around, trying to bide her time with some other activity and prevent herself from hugging a giant teddy bear. Any other kid her age would love to strangle a giant teddy bear, but Finley was much more of the doll type.
Actually, she was much, much more of the plastic kitchen set. Hers was always very tidy.
As the girl in front of her motioned toward the giant walking teddy bear, Finley bit her lip. I mean, maybe it was like the Princess and the Frog! Maybe there was a slightly cute guy under there...or there could be a total hag...which one was more likely?
Finley's mouth pressed into a flat line. "Okay, fine...just...don't be weird..." Her feet inched across the pitch and towards the bear. "Just as a forewarning, I don't really like you...I mean, I don't even know you..." Her remarks at the bear sounded wary and resentful, but nevertheless, she slung an arm around it and finally began to hug it, but very, very lightly.
As she let go, she turned towards the girl and whispered, "Are you happy now?"
13 Apr 2019, 18:20
Companionship is the Best Ship
Ugh, it was hot… why was he in the bear suit again? Oh, right, his newly declared girlfri- girlfriend had put him in before introducing him to one of her friends.
Parcel turned his head to the side Erin was standing on. She was talking, but he couldn’t make out the words. The dang bear head was bloody hard to hear through. He used the big bear-pawn to push the head more in place, as it kept sagging a bit every time he moved his head.
Erin kept motioning for him to move closer to her friend. She what? She spite him? Parcels new girlf- gilfriends friend spite him?
Parcel turned his head back to the huffle girl. The girl seemed meek, almost a bit embarrassed. What did Parce do for the girl to spite him?
W-what? Boys are moss?… Parce had so much trouble picking out the proper words, it was like a low muffled whispering to him.
The huffle girl moved closer to him, she seemed hesitant to do something. “What are you planning to do?” Parcel asked, but the bear suit muffled his words, making it sound like a low bearcubs purring to the people outside the suite.
Parcels body tightened up, he stood motionless, grounded to the grass. The girl hugged him!! W-What was this!? What led her up to this point!? She spited him, he was moss and now she hugged him!? His heartbeat turned erratic! Was he going to die!? Was the cooties going to get him!? W-wait, no, thank god, he was wearing the suit… Erin had done it to save his life? Parcel calmed down a bit.
Parcel stood there for what seemed like an eternity. His hands outstretched like that of a gingerbread man. He waited for the girl to let go of him. Was this why he had the bear suite on? Erins friend spited boys, and thought they where moss, so Erin needed to ease her in to her having a bo-boyfriend?…
Parce gulped… He started the day so happy and free… and now he was in a relationship… This was not how he planed on spending his second year, not at all. But he was an adventurer in the making! And adventurers persevere! So he would have to befriend his new girlfriends friend!
Parcel looked down at the huffle girl that now had let go of him. She had turned to Erin, but he couldn’t make out what she said…
“I-I’m not that bad, am i?” Parcel tried to ask and the purring could be heard from outside the suit… But how to thank her for the hug?… Parcel lifted the big soft bear-pawn and patted the girl on her head.
We'll all die one day, but all other days we won't
sta: agi: str: con: acp: acc: Broom: Comet 260
13 Apr 2019, 19:38
Companionship is the Best Ship
Human reactions in terms of relationships were hard to predict. The proximity that was preferred, the desire for tactile affection. These seemed to be innate wants when she monitored interactions from afar but... that did not seem to be the case here. How odd. She had a running hypothesis that companionship, love, and friendship were contextual. That upon being told that you are cared about, that the sentiment would be reflexively mirrored. It worked that way with anger, if someone was told that they were disliked, that someone desired to harm them in some manner or that they had or would, the individual would feel anger or resentment towards that person. There were of course variables, if there was a pre-existing relationship the outcome could be more volatile, the anger more pronounced or rather than anger they would be overcome with a sense of sorrow.
She did not feel that here. Nor did she witness it. Physical proximity was awkward and reluctant. There was no joy. The variable of being an unknown was assured with the suit for the male subject, perhaps he knew the girl. Even if that was the case, the expected reaction should have happened with the girl.
Her hypothesis was a failure.
"Are you happy now?"
The Hufflepuff whispered, expressing the behavior to be a burden. "Doubt I am capable of that," Erin admitted, "but a reasonable facsimile I suppose." Erin was of course backing away. Her experiment was a failure and with most meddlesome behaviors performed by the Slytherin, there were consequences to be had. The bear would be vexed once this wave of confusion is replaced by dysphoria and annoyance and the girl similarly annoyed when she realizes that this was a ruse and that she was part of an informal, albeit harmless experiment. So without warning, although it had been a part of the plan all along Erin would stand up and give a polite bow. "With gratitude, you have proven to be an enlightening subject."
Erin was even on her 'best' of days 'odd.'
"Adieu!"
Erin would make a mad dash away. Yes, she was going to do what any logical person would do. Run from her consequences. Also, the boy was stuck in a bear suit. His first priority would be to get free, something he could not do with those incredibly fluffy hands. Whilst distracted and assuming the benevolent nature of a Hufflepuff to intercede on such a matter for the sake of the unknown trapped in the suit Erin would make her escape.
She did not feel that here. Nor did she witness it. Physical proximity was awkward and reluctant. There was no joy. The variable of being an unknown was assured with the suit for the male subject, perhaps he knew the girl. Even if that was the case, the expected reaction should have happened with the girl.
Her hypothesis was a failure.
"Are you happy now?"
The Hufflepuff whispered, expressing the behavior to be a burden. "Doubt I am capable of that," Erin admitted, "but a reasonable facsimile I suppose." Erin was of course backing away. Her experiment was a failure and with most meddlesome behaviors performed by the Slytherin, there were consequences to be had. The bear would be vexed once this wave of confusion is replaced by dysphoria and annoyance and the girl similarly annoyed when she realizes that this was a ruse and that she was part of an informal, albeit harmless experiment. So without warning, although it had been a part of the plan all along Erin would stand up and give a polite bow. "With gratitude, you have proven to be an enlightening subject."
Erin was even on her 'best' of days 'odd.'
"Adieu!"
Erin would make a mad dash away. Yes, she was going to do what any logical person would do. Run from her consequences. Also, the boy was stuck in a bear suit. His first priority would be to get free, something he could not do with those incredibly fluffy hands. Whilst distracted and assuming the benevolent nature of a Hufflepuff to intercede on such a matter for the sake of the unknown trapped in the suit Erin would make her escape.
I am fine being chased. I am fine with being forgotten. I am fine with being successfully prevented from escaping.
Just a trick of the lighting they said...