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Who; OTA
What; Pupper Shenanigans, Moving Day/Anniversary, Investigations
Where; All over
When; Early to mid-April
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A wrinkle in plans... - Open to all

A. Network Assistance Request?

[ Llewellyn wasn’t much for using the network, really. Tell-phones were something he tended to be more than a little clumsy with. It did help, though, that Enis had put his on a chain so he wouldn’t lose the darn thing so much. So there’s a light metallic rattle as he adjusted the phone and peered into the camera. ]

Er... Hello everyone. I hope you’re all... well?

[ That seemed polite, and he was trying to work up to asking for a favour. Somehow delivering news on a case was easier than this. Why was work always easier? ]

I’m just uh- looking to see if anyone would be interested in helping me out with a little project I’ve been working on. Some of you already know about it, since you mm... were around in the last world I was, as well. Pretzel’s particularly good at following scent trails, and we had thought he would be helpful in the event that people went missing back then. Seems as important here as it was there. Especially since this world has a lot more potentially confusing places to get lost, like the forest.

But! Anyway, I um... I’ve been spending the better part of the last year and a half training him in scent tracking. Rhy and I have mostly been working with items and making trails like that... But I think it would be beneficial for the little fellow to get experience looking for real people now.

Also... He’s very sociable, and because the last world we were in had very... few animals... [ Complicated in ways Llewellyn didn’t know how to explain, really. ] He doesn’t quite know what everything here is. He keeps trying to make friends with creatures that aren’t fond of dogs. [ A small amused huff. Pretzel really was as awkward as he could be sometimes. ] So if anyone has a particularly social pet that he might get along with, it might be nice for him to get to know them?

[ An awkward pause, then a nod. That was about it. ]

Uh- anyway, I’ll be going then. Thank you for your time!

[ The feed closes. ]

B. Open Log

Pretzel was a very energetic, growing ~~wrinkle~~ hound. It was important to get him out for walks so he didn’t get too housebound, and while the move was going to give the little guy more room to run around? It was going to be an adjustment, and Llewellyn was hoping to keep his routine as close to normal in all the excitement.

Especially since Pretzel had somehow gotten very good at slipping out without their notice to explore the city in search of friends. Neither he nor Rhy could figure out how the dog kept doing it, it was a mystery.

Llewellyn had decided it was just that the dog was rather intelligent, and he wasn’t being challenged or engaged enough. So the best answer he could come up with was to increase training and give him something a little more difficult. Challenge the clever little hound’s mind while they were out and about.

Afternoons where he wasn’t at the Gullwings office, Aerith’s garden shop, or with his husband were spent on very long walks around the market... Or running around the park with fake scent trails and dog toys as he tried to keep up with Pretzel’s training and exercise.

ooc: People could either run into them at the park (especially if you want to handwave them arranging to help with training) or bump into them around the market! Both Llewellyn and Pretzel are very ~~awkward~~ social!

Helping out a friend in need. - Closed to Lauri-Ell

Llewellyn adjusted his hat slightly, moving down a side street with Pretzel trotting dutifully at his heels. The detective had a somewhat concerned and definitely curious expression on his face as he took a shortcut to the forge where his friend worked.

Lauri-Ell didn’t tend to ask for assistance or favours much, in his experience. They had their weekly lessons for writing and sharing books... But this was a little different from that. She had sounded a bit frustrated and troubled, explaining that something rather important was missing...

It hadn’t taken more than a half second of thought to agree. He wasn’t fond of friends being troubled by things, especially if he could help.

So off he went with a quick note for his husband where he was going for the day in case he didn’t make it home till later in the evening, getting Pretzel’s leash on and making his way to their destination.

I know exactly what I want, and it's this life that we've created, inundated with the fated thought of you. - Closed to Rhy

This was it. This was moving day. Well... Moving week, really. They had been working for the last week or so to get their belongings moved from the red and blue building to the stonework house that was situated in a small neighborhood near the market.

But today, in particular, was special. It was moving in day. It was also, amusingly, their wedding anniversary. Which had felt rather fitting for their next step together.

There were other things, of course, that needed doing. The house was in livable conditions, but it did still need a little work here and there. Some painting needed to be done to freshen things, some small repairs here and there, and perhaps a little more cleaning where it had been vacant for so long...

But they were both rather eager lovebirds, after having been searching for the right house for a few months now. Especially since this one had been perfect, hitting most of the marks that they had agreed on for a home, which felt rather lucky.

Llewellyn had been... Well, he was up to something. Rhy would be able to tell that much as they got ready for the day. The detective had never been good at hiding things unless someone’s life depended on it (and if it was his life, then less so). So it was clear enough that he was keeping something to himself while they went over last-minute plans.

It was their wedding anniversary though, so what on earth did the man have up his sleeve today?

“So uh- we need to stop off at the shop to get the um...” He gestured at the windows lightly from where he was standing next to the closet, trying to button his shirt and get dressed for the day. “The materials you picked out for the curtains and your projects? And I have to get some paint to work in the kitchen in the next few weeks...” He tapped off the list on his finger, forgetting his task of getting dressed for a moment. “Should probably see if the carpentry shop has some of the things we commissioned finished, too. I think the note I received from the messenger said they had Pretzel’s bed and a few other things ready.” He added, piling a few more things onto the list while he tried to decide on a green waistcoat or a blue one.

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[Unlike her life in the Sphere, the young eager angel had decided to work at the tailor shop part time. She loves designing new attire and making people feel more at home but there were more than enough people to handle the work and she was no longer in charge of the shop as a whole. As such, she took another part time job at the stables and met two unlikely friends in the process.

The phones video focuses on Inesa sitting in the middle of the fields that the chocobo's called home. Her skirt was longer than usual, fanning like a picnic blanket around her knees. In her lap is a familiar napping white bunny as well as two feathery puffs: one pink and one white. The feather puffs grew and shrank as the napping chocobo chicks clung to their new mother.]

Hello Mr. Llewellyn. [Her voice is soft, as to not wake the sleeping cherubs.] I know that Pretzel is acquainted with Lancelot but I have made two more friends. Perhaps Pretzel would like to meet them too. [She giggles softly.] I have a feeling they will be following me around until they get bigger.

[ Llewellyn was pleased to hear from his friend. Admittedly, he’d hoped to set up a few meetings for Pretzel and Lancelot since they had gotten along so well at the sphere. Though he couldn’t help the curious tilt of his head as he noticed her current company… It looked as though she had, indeed, made a few new little friends herself. ]

Those are mm… chocobos, yes? [ He asked, also keeping his voice down for the sake of not waking the birds. ] Rhy and I have actually been thinking it would be good for him to get to know some chocobos in case we need to help the guards with anything. And, uh- starting off with the smaller chicks would be a good idea.

[ Especially since Llewellyn could be a bit awkward around the larger ones, he startled them sometimes. ]

Yes. That is right.

[She slowly moves the camera to look at the two little puff balls, making the small heads and beaks of the young chocobo's visible before turning the video back on herself. They were all sleeping so soundly after running around the fields together.]

I think Lancelot was adopted by these two or we both were. They have been following me around all morning.

Maybe they will see how Lancelot and Pretzel are and act the same. Do dogs often like birds? [She isn't sure.]

[ They were really pretty cute, which was an interesting thing to realize given how intimidating the larger adult chocobos could be. Though at her question, he offered her a small smile. ]

I confess, I'm not entirely sure... But I also don't think Pretzel knows what dogs are often fond of or not. He's been very eager to meet and befriend all the animals that exist in this place, even those who find dogs a bit off-putting. So I expect he'll be eager to meet them, especially if they don't mind him once they see him with Lancelot?

That is true. I do not think many dogs are okay with rabbits either.

[She smiles at the memory of Lancelot and Pretzels' first meeting. It had been very cute.]

Of course not. I have a feeling they will follow me wherever I go for a bit. [They were very much like little chicks.] I was thinking of naming the pink one Rose and the white one Snowdrop.

What do you think?

No, they really aren’t, but ours seems to get along quite well.

[ Llewellyn liked to think it was sharing the similarity of very long ears. They made adorable little friends. The mental image of Inesa being followed around by a couple of little chicks was so very sweet. He chuckled softly. ] Follow you around like ducklings, I suppose. They’ll be in good company with you to care for them, though.

Rose and Snowdrop... Those are lovely names, very fitting for their colouring as well!

The same way we do!

[Inesa thinks that Lancelot and Pretzel's friendship mirrors her relationship with the sweet detective.]

Yes. [A light blush colors her cheeks.] I admit that I have been thinking about flowers more often since we made those crowns. Do you think they will like those names? [She reaches forward, out of view of the phone's camera and gently pets the nearest sleeping ball of fluff]

Mm... You know, I hadn’t thought of it that way... But you’re correct; I think.

[ He agreed after a moment or two of thought. It was rather funny how that worked out. Though he’d heard that pets mirrored their family. ]

I admit, I um... I’ve continued to practice making crowns since that day as well, little ones with spare blooms, just in case you decide you want to do that again sometime. [ And it was nice to think that she had enjoyed it that much. ]

I think they will. Lovely names for lovely little chicks, hm? You should test the names out, though. See if they like answering to them.

Really? [She doesn't even try to hide her smile. Llewelyn is so cute!] That is wonderful. Do you give them out at the garden shop? I am sure that Aierth would be alright with that.

[Flower crowns should be available any time of year.]

I will.

[She smiles fondly down at the two sleeping chicks and then at Lancelot who is beginning to kick in his sleep.]

I do not know if I can move. [Inesa giggles a little awkwardly.] I feel a bit trapped. I had not expected them to run around until they were exhausted. [She wishes she had a comfortable basket or something to carry them all in together like a stroller for her three cute babies.]

[ Llewellyn nodded to her question. Really! It was important to him to practice, after all. He'd always been a firm believer in continuing to work on things, otherwise you never improved. ] Yes, she's very open to new ideas. There are always so many blooms to pick from there, as well.

[ Seeing his friend's predicament, he chuckled softly. ] Yes, I'm afraid it looks as though you're mm... rather stuck until they awaken, and they look terribly cozy.

Would you like me to uh- rescue you? I could use a little walk with Pretzel, and I could bring you something if you need anything.

Good. [Inesa considers stopping by the garden shop and working a little magic for the flower crowns to last longer. She wants to purchase more flower pots from Aerith anyway.

She exhales a tired sigh.]

I think so too. I had not planned to stay here all day but I do not have the heart to wake them.

[Her eyes smile a fraction before her lips move.] Would you? If you could bring a basket with a pillow in it, I can keep them comfortable and be able to move.

Certainly! [ Llewellyn responded with a grin, the sounds of a few papers shuffling and a jangle of the phone’s chain as he moved. ] I’ve been a bit idle today, and could use the change of scenery.

[ He paused, jotting down a quick note to remind him of both those things. ] I do believe a basket and pillow could be arranged. If you think of anything else, let me know?

[ And the detective would be along shortly, or as short as it took for him and Pretzel to walk to the ranch after collecting the basket, pillow, and a few treats for them and the animals. ]

Good. That means I can be of some help to you too.

[She's not hard to miss, sitting near the edge of the Chocobo fields with three sleeping puffs of fluff on her once pink and white dress. The skirt of her long dress is smudged with dirt and mud but Inesa doesn't look particularly bothered by the mess. The comfort of her little friends is far more important.]

Of course but I think that will be enough.

Thank you Mr. Llewellyn.

You’re quite welcome, Inesa. I’ll see you soon.

[ He responded with a smile and a small polite nod in parting, before he shut off the feed and departed.

Inesa would probably spot him coming, being towed along by Pretzel, who was enjoying the walk. Big fields were meant for running around! His father needed to learn to keep up! Which was funny. Llewellyn was practically jogging along behind the dog. At least he tried to go on a morning run a few times a week, so he wasn’t too tired out as he moved along. There was a basket in his free arm. Inside it was a pillow and a few small bags of snacks for them and for the animals.

He kept his voice quiet, though Pretzel let out a few soft woofs in greeting. ] There you are, Inesa. I hope your legs haven’t fallen asleep. I do believe this should, uh, take care of one of your problems.

[ He set the basket down, carefully moving the bags out of it and fluffing the pillow a bit. ]

Inesa's gaze slowly shifted between the sleeping forms on her skirt and the vast fields around them. Sitting still meant that she was able to watch the larger Chocobo graze nearby while the younger chicks chased each other in games that Inesa wasn't able to decipher. It was a beautiful day. The air was still cooled from the winter but the sun was slowly warming the air. It felt as if everything was rising as the seasons made way to spring.

She loved the spring most of all.

Her gaze rose when she spotted the familiar dog bounding in the distance. It wasn't hard to spot him or Llewellyn being pulled along by his leash. "Hello." Her head tilted to the side and her messy braids slid over her shoulder. It was obvious that the little Chocobo chicks had been playfully tugging at Inesa's hair. "It is not so bad though I look forward to standing again."

Inesa reached for the basket with a smile. "This is perfect! Thank you." The first to go into the basket was Lancelot who had lifted his head and wiggled his nose to say hello to Pretzel before curling back into fluffy ball form. "They are tired out after running around for hours." Inesa had never seen Lancelot this tired out.

Pretzel’s tail wiggled happily, snuffling at Lancelot in return as he slipped his head over the edge of the basket carefully. Definitely giving the general vibe of Hello, friend! It’s good to see you again!

Llewellyn tilted his head slightly at the display, rather fond of how well the animals got along. His attention slipped to Inesa. She definitely looked as though she’d had her hands full with the chicks. Perhaps they’d been trying to preen her hair with their beaks. He could almost picture that as he eyed the messy breads. “I can well imagine you do.” He responded to her comment about standing. The detective wasn’t particularly good at sitting still... And she had clearly been there a while.

“You’re welcome. I um- brought some snacks for them when they wake up. Lancelot and Pretzel too.” He commented, eyes drifting to the chicks again. “I’m sure with a good nap, they’ll all be ready to run around again.” The birds seemed to practically be made to run around, from how fast he’d seen them around the city. He heard there were chocobo races too, like horse races, but Llewellyn didn’t go near that part of the complex, given he heard people bet on the races. Best for him to avoid temptation, old habits could be dangerous.

"You have thought of everything." Inesa smiled at Llewellyn before carefully lifting and transferring the pair of sleeping chicks into the basket with Lancelot. Rose looked as if she was ready to argue but seeing her white fluffy friend told her that it was okay and the three of them snuggled together, unworried about the large face of the dog staring at them. "I am sure they will be up and energetic in no time." Young animals had a talent for bouncing back quickly.

Inesa left the basket on the ground while attempting to raise herself to her feet. Her legs had fallen asleep and she wouldn't be able to get stand until the circulation returned. Having a human body was sometimes difficult.

"Could you give me a hand Mr.Llewellyn? I do not think I can stand on my own." If she had help the process would go faster.

“I do try!” He responded lightly, with a smile. It was good to cover all possibilities, especially when it came to food. He chuckled softly as Rose almost put up a fuss, only to settle again. They were actually kind of cute at this stage, a little less imposing than full-grown chocobos. “Yes, they just need to recharge a bit.” He commented with a small hum, “Now you let them sleep, Pretzel. They’ll play later, I’m sure.” He added, giving Pretzel the hand signal they’d taught him to sit and stay.

The dog let out a disappointed whine, but pulled his head from the edge of the basket and trotted back to Llewellyn’s heels, sitting down dutifully.

The request gets a quick nod. “Oh- yup!” He responded, reaching down to carefully take her hand and help her to her feet. “Up we go, careful.” Llewellyn commented as he reached out with his other arm to steady her in case the pins-and-needles sensation from sitting like that for so long set in. It wouldn’t do for her to fall right back down again once she was on her feet!

Inesa struggled to stand. Her legs were numb and as soon as she rose to her feet, pins and needles prickled from her her toes to her thighs. She weighted against Llewellyn's side, using his hand to keep herself steady. Another few minutes passed before Inesa finally released her sweet friend and stood without wobbling or falling over.

"Ah." Her cheeks flushed. "Thank you Mr. Llewellyn. I do not know what I would do without you." She'd likely have fallen over.

There was a soft chirp from the basket as the two little Chocbo's began to stir. They didn't look like they were planning to move from their little basket perch but their dark black eyes were staring at the strange dog. It was a staring contest, one that Lancelot decided to sleep through. "It is alright little ones." Inesa knelt next to the basket with a sweet smile. "This is Pretzel. He will be your friend starting today." The Chocobo chick cooed though it didn't really look like it understood what Inesa was saying, it was just happy that she was talking to them.

Llewellyn waited patiently for her to get her balance again and recover from sitting for so long, not about to let his friend fall if he could help it. Smiling a little, he waved lightly once she was standing on her own. “Think nothing of it, Inesa. I couldn’t very well leave a friend to be trapped forever, you know. Even with such mm… sweet captors.” He commented with a little smile as he looked at her little feathery companions in their basket.

They certainly seemed sweet, and so small compared to the fully grown chocobos he was used to seeing around the city. Pretzel’s tail wagged lightly as he heard his name, another pleased whine as he tried to greet the little chicks with an excited wiggle. Llewellyn chuckled lightly, “Yes, and you, Pretzel, will remember that they’re small and don’t know you that well yet, hm?” He commented, as though they dog would understand. He liked to think he would, even if many had told him dogs weren’t quite that intelligent. But Pretzel at least seemed to have calmed down and was acting on his best behavior, despite how excited he clearly was to make new friends.

A light laugh filled the air as Inesa reached for the basket that had remained safely on the ground during her unsteady rising. "I could not choose cuter captors though I missed being able to stand." She could have used magic to move them but she hadn't wanted to chance accidentally waking up a flightless bird in the middle of an unscheduled flight. She wanted to remain in the good graces of the two newest members of her family.

Rose's head canted to the left and then the right. Her pink baby feathers fluffed up as a pleasing high pitch thrill called to her sister to wake. Snowdrop, the white chick began to wake, as did the now annoyed bunny. Lancelot wiggled his nose when he saw Pretzel again and gently bobbed Rose on the head.

"Oh." Inesa placed a hand in front of her mouth. "That was not very knightly of you Lancelot." The bunny did not seem to care and went back to sleep.

Rose looked like she was ready to bound from the basket towards Pretzel but she didn't look too sure about what to do. At first, she'd been ready to chase off the large new animal but Lancelot's response to her trill had stopped her.

Llewellyn grinned brightly at that, “At least a basket seems to have fixed the issue for now, though something you can pull them around in might be easier on you in the long run.” Then again, he supposed after their conversation, he should expect that she could handle carrying the three creatures around fairly easily. At least, until she needed her arms free.

Raising a brow as Lancelot bopped little Rose on the head, Llewellyn hummed lightly. “Not knightly behavior at all, but I suppose he may be a bit grumpy in his sleepy state.” Pretzel, on the other hand, was excessively curious now about the chocobo chick that was awake. The high-pitched sound it had just made had his head tilting one way, ears perking up comically, then shifting the other way. Was that a hello…? The pup couldn’t tell, he didn’t speak chocobo.

Instead, his tail thumped lightly on the ground again, deciding to give a friendly little sound in return. Llewellyn shook his head a little. Rose seemed so unsure of herself now. “Hmm… I think they’ll have to adjust to a strange creature like him. Not too many wrinkly dogs around here for them to have seen before.”

"Not on the farm, no, and from what I can tell these two are only a few days old. I do not think they have seen very much." Inesa smiled fondly down at the newest addition to her family. She hadn't intended to find the chicks but after their encounter, she hadn't been able to force them to stay behind. For some reason, they were incredibly attached to both her and Lancelot. She didn't realize that they had imprinted on her.

Rose wiggled and then popped out of the basket towards Pretzel. Snowdrop didn't move in response but Lancelot awoke and looked annoyed before turning over and going back to sleep. Lancelot was in danger of becoming a grumpy old bunny.

"Careful." Inesa cooed softly as Rose waddled up towards Pretzel. Her light pink feathers were fluffed out and it looked as if she was trying to be intimidating as she approached. Sadly the tiny chick only looked like a cute ball of cotton candy.

Llewellyn nodded after a moment, watching the birds with a curious smile. “They do look a lot smaller than the younger ones I’ve seen around the city? They must be quiet young.” He responded with a tilt of his head. They were lucky that Inesa had found them. “I’m sure they’ll be glad for your care. Clearly they’re fond of you already, given how intent they were on napping on you.” Like ducklings with their mama duck, though he doesn’t say that out loud at the moment.

The detective had to stifle a small chuckle at how puffed up Rose looked. It seemed that she was the tougher of the two, trying to look like she was big and intimidating… But Pretzel only sneezed as he snuffled at the fluffy, downy feathers. His ears flapped a little from the force, but he only wagged his tail again with a little whine.

“Be gentle, bud. She’s a baby, and she doesn’t know what you are, hm?” He commented quietly, though he wasn’t too worried. The hound didn’t seem bothered by Rose’s suspicion and tough act, instead the hound tried to smell her again and undoubtedly was going to make himself sneeze again.

Inesa looked down at the small balls of fluff with a smile. "I hope so. I wish for them to have a happy life now that they have become a part of my family." Though she supposed that she should ask Jon if it's alright. They were currently sharing her apartment and between the pair of them, Lancelot, Ghost, and now the two baby Chocobos... it was getting very crowded.

She doubted that he'd complain but she was mindful of his concerns even if he didn't voice them.

"Rose be nice," Inesa added softly as the pink chick thrilled at Pretzel. She was continuing her dance of intimidation until Pretzel sneezed, sending the little chick rolling back with the light moist force. Rose quickly flapped her little feathers but the discomfort was there and more important than the floppy four-legged monster.

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