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Hello it's Puck :) Yes it's okay! I might not answer immediately but I will barring weird circumstances!

[A reply is sent a bit later.]

Thanks, dude! Feel free to text me first any time you wanna! Might take me a while to write back, though. I don't think these phones were really made with big turtle thumbs in mind. =P

Oh, if typing is a challenge you can just hit the green button twice to enable talking into your Oracle! It can translate what you say to text. When you're ready to turn it off, hit the red button across from it twice. That switches you back to typing.

Edited 2024-08-11 14:19 (UTC)

Woah, you're like a magical version of my bro, Donnie with this awesome tech help! Except, also not, cause you're Puck and you're your own righteous dude! But, seriously, thanks for the helpful deets, my fabulous fae friend!

You're welcome, I wish the keyboard was larger like what I'm used to back home, but alas. Oh! Has anyone told you about Sleepr?

[ooc- Misspelling is intentional here, it's named after Grindr.]

Not thus far, dude. Is that a type of mattress?

I wish, but no. It's essentially a way of encouraging Dreamers to interact with the Oracle and each other. Every other month, you'll start getting some kind of signal on your Oracle, maybe with a message about filling in your profile. You're expected to post a photo of yourself, some basic information-- your name, age, gender, and where you live, and then write a message to the city as a whole. There are also questions to answer at the end.

If you don't do that-- either by choice, or otherwise, the Oracle will fill it in for you. This can be lighthearted joking about your love life or your personality. Or it could be a full ad trying to tell the network that you're ready to date, and others should respond. There are also times where it can be cruel- insulting you, bringing up your past and twisting the facts, or any other form of insulting you can imagine.

All of that to say that the Sleepr comes with buttons. Pass, meaning you're not interested in who's responding to you, Flirt- you're interested and would like to know more from a romantic standpoint, Fight- This can be taken a few ways, I've seen it used as an OK button if someone is offering a training or sparring session, but it can also be used as "I don't like this person", or Friend- you just want to be friends and keep talking with whoever you're speaking to.

Essentially, magic-fueled socializing.

That's kinda cool. Sounds sorta sounds like Myspace or some of those dating site things.

God, I hope I don't end up like Jason Biggs' character in American Pie when he used a site like that. Soooo awkward.

Your space is.. what? But yes, it reminds me of personal ads.

??? You can't be talking about the song I've seen mentioned a few times by humans.

[ooc- "American Pie" by Don McLean]

Nah, dude, there's this movie that came out in 99 and

IT WAS TOTALLY BORING AND NOTHING INTERESTING HAPPENED.

Yep. Totally not worth ever checking out at all ever.

1999? Oh, that's far in my future. It's 1995 in Autumn in my home world.

...I'll take your word for it? I've seen disappointing movies before! Not every idea for one is a good idea.

Oh wow. I didn't think we were too far off. It's 2005 back home. January too, so not all that long after new years and stuff.

Man, I wanna tell you about so many good movies, but I don't wanna kill any chances for you to get hyped up about stuff that's gonna come out.

That's very far in my future, yes. Well thank you- it's not as fun if I don't see them myself. Even if my schedule keeps me very busy.

Say, since we're.. well, close enough in time, I suppose; are rental stores a thing in your timeline?

Yeah, dude! April rents us stuff from Blockbuster all the time. There's this family-owned video rental place in the neighborhood my family lives under that has a lot of the older Japanese movies Master Splinter likes! It used to be called Duck Tape, but I think they got sued or something? Now it's called Vido's Video.

Video rental places are so awesome. I hope we have 'em forever!

Movies can be a nice way to pass the time. Like I said, I'm usually busy with work but I've liked some of the newer ones I've seen.

[ooc- *yelling into a pillow about video rental places as they are in 2024 in the US, don't mind me*]

Yeah. Me and my bros used to have movie nights with April and Casey alllll the time. We usually ended up having popcorn fights over what we were gonna end up watching. Was a ton of fun.

Guess they don't have video rentals here, though. Cause a movie night actually sounds so awesome right now.

[ooc: *playing the recorder cover of My Heart Will Go on to fully convey the tragedy*]

They don't, but maybe a vcr and tape collection could be wished for?

[ooc- screaming laughing in this club rn]

Dude, that would be so cool! If I can get my hands on ingredients, I could totally make us movie night snacks! I make some pretty tasty cookies. =D

There are shops, it shouldn't be too difficult to do. What are your favorite kind?

I love superhero flicks and comedies. Mel Brooks stuff especially. Oh, and musicals too. A really good musical is so rad. Not even just Disney stuff either.

Maybe also kinda romcoms..and like, regency romance stuff. Ya know, like Sense and Sensibility?

Seriously don't know how Marianne was all about that dude Willoughby at first, cause Colonel Brandon was for real the best dude from the start. Total husband material. Have you seen it? It's soooo good. My brother Raph says it was lame, but he was totally tearing up at the end. I think you'd probably dig it.

Oh, I know some regency, yes! "Pride and Prejudice" has been in my orbit for a while.

I probably would- and no I haven't, unfortunately. :( But this entire chat does have me considering requesting some movies. Or at least some new books. Who knows?

Oh cool. You got any good book recommendations?

"Wuthering Heights" by Emily Brontë, "Dracula" by Bram Stoker, and "Carmilla" by Seridan Le Fanu if you're wanting horror. "Heights" is more for tragedy.

Edited (changing the icon) 2024-09-16 17:51 (UTC)

Is it total bummer tragedy or like, it's sad, but there's at least a little bit of a silver lining? Cause I can't lie, stories that are all sadness and end that way make me cry buckets. I've seen a lot of Dracula films, like the ones with Christopher Lee and the one with Gary Oldman. (I love my dude, Keanu, but he was for serious not the right dude to play Jonathan.) Wouldn't mind reading the actual novel.

Have you seen Dracula: Dead and Loving It? Cause if not then that must be rectified. Best Dracula movie ever made. Amy Yasbeck was my dream girl for years after I saw it. Gotta love somebody with a great sense of humor.

With the network acting up, Puck has been reaching out to friends individually. He's also been shopping- the villagers being less than friendly is nothing compared to how some in Manhattan can act on a bad day and also can't hold a candle to Oberon's tantrums. So after making the rounds to shops, Puck has put together a very nice package. He sends a message to Mikey once the sun is down: Hello Michelangelo! Feeling a bit homesick, I've been experimenting with making pizza dough. Since I can't eat an entire one even on my best days, would you like to join me for dinner? It's at [Time here and directions to Puck's cottage]. You don't need to bring anything but yourself. - Puck

I know of the movie versions, but I haven't read Dracula yet. It's on my list!

No, I haven't but the title isn't exactly making me think of horror..?

It's a comedy and it's hilarious. If you ever get a chance to watch it, do it. You will laugh until your stomach hurts.

Puck, my most excellent fellow New Yorker, I am beyond down for a pizza hangout! I'll be there and ready to help toss dough and make sauce! See you then!

Mikey put his phone away with a grin and an excitable cheer, brimming with energy at the prospective of making and consuming the most ambrosial of foods. It felt like forever since he'd had a slice of pizza and the very thought of it made his stomach growl.

He passed the hours until it was time to head to Puck's with a restless impatience, making his way to the fae's home humming under his breath during the walk. Upon arrival, he knocked out a quick "Shave and a Haircut", along with the "two bits", eager to hang out with his friend.

When Puck received the confirmation, he'd likewise spent a few hours putting the finishing touches on things. There were no illusions cast to make his cottage feel like a pizza parlor or anything, but the atmosphere in his cottage continued to be welcoming.

He grinned at the knock pattern and opened the door with a, "Good evening, Mikey. Come in!". Once the other was inside, the door was closed and locked like normal. Puck's cottage was cozy- various books on his coffee table, and different furniture in each room. A couch to lay on, a high backed chair in a corner, half covered with blankets; a small pile of books on the table next to the chair. The dining area was simply a round kitchen table near the kitchen itself, with some plates and cups already set out for the evening. Overall the space was meant to be both warm and inviting but also functional. Puck loved decorating as much as the next fae.

The kitchen was a little more utilitarian- not as much decorating since it was a space for making food, but there were still signs that it was used and cared for. The appliances were modern enough, ones that Puck had used before, but not state of the art. But they also didn't need to be state of the art to simply work.

There was a piece of paper on one of the counters with Pizza guide scrawled on the top in a fancy hand, followed by a recipe below it with smaller notes on seasoning, cook times, and topping ideas.

He smiled to Mikey and gestured to his living room. "Make yourself comfortable, I was just finishing getting the tomatoes into a pot of water for the sauce." Sure enough, a large pot held a decent amount of tomatoes, all scored to prevent exploding, the water starting to simmer. "Would you like some snacks until it's time to start?"

Mikey allowed himself a moment to take in his surroundings, quiet and smiling as his eyes flitted along every inch of Puck's home. He'd developed a bit of a fascination with seeing how people decorated their residences once his family had befriended April, eager to explore living spaces which differed from the sewers he'd spent his whole life in. It was a different world to him, always had been, and while he always made the most of his place under the city streets, he couldn't deny that a topside place was something special.

Puck's house was like him, pleasant and cozy, inviting. It looked well cared for, a space he'd made for himself against the backdrop of the world he'd been taken to. Everybody had worlds they'd been taken from and Puck had seemingly made the most of his little slice in the odd dream realm they'd been led to. For as far away as his true home was, the one he'd stitched together in the present seemed as good as one might hope for. Mikey hadn't done much of anything with the treehouse, but he found himself thinking it'd be good to take a page out of his friend's book. Perhaps he could get his hands on some paint and spruce the walls up a little.

"Some snacks would be awesome. I'm pretty much a bottomless pit. Think it's the whole growing teenager thing. I've almost always got room for good eats."

Michelangelo made way to the kitchen, taking a glance at the tomatoes Puck had set to boil, and imagining how good the sauce would taste. New York new pizza, but there was always something special about homemade.

"Anything I can do to help? I'm a pro at mincing garlic and chopping basil."

Some decorations and fostering the kind of atmosphere he wanted had helped Puck settle in. It wasn't the same as his home in Manhattan or his former one in Avalon, but it worked. Puck laughed a little at the comment about almost always being hungry and looked through his kitchen cabinets with a hum.

"Snacks, snacks.. Here we are. Nothing too heavy, but it should work to ease that off before we start working." He pulled down a bag of as close to potato chips as he could find in the area- still cut and fried potatoes, but more home-made than produced in a factory. The bag was tossed to Michelangelo before Puck looked back to the pot.

"Both of those would be helpful actually- I need to start getting the toppings ready. But that comes after some refreshments." Puck had grabbed himself a pack of candy, more for the sugar than the energy and unwrapped a piece to enjoy.

"This should be fairly easy, all things considered. Most of the kitchen work has already been done, so that's working in our favor."

Mikey caught the bag and tossed a few of the chips into his mouth, humming out a noise of satisfied approval at the perfect crunch. He'd never tried to make homemade potato chips despite having been curious and the taste of his snack had him considering it more. They were simply seasoned, but tasty nonetheless. He set the bag aside after allowing himself a few more bites, washing his hands thoroughly before he got to work.

Puck's kitchen was easy to navigate and despite how bulky his form was with his shell, Mikey noted that there was enough room for the two of them to work without bumping into each other. He peeled the garlic, pressing the flat of the knife down onto the cloves to crush them, before giving them a thorough chopping, the scent strong yet pleasing for a pizza lover like himself. He had a minced pile waiting off to the side in no time flat, moving onto the basil next, leafy green finely sliced.

"Need me to toss the dough, Puck? Promise I'm good at it. First time I made a pizza, I managed to toss the dough too far and it landed on Raph's head. He chased me around the lair for a good five minutes, super ticked off. Kinda surprised his hot head didn't cook the dough."

He laughed at the image, the prior melancholy of previous days silent, and thus allowing the shared memory to simply be a happy recollection.

"What toppings are we going for? Long as it's not anchovies, I'm down for anything."

"Not right this moment-" Puck answered as he turned to look. He'd expected it to take a little while to get the cloves and basil prepared. Seeing that he'd been proven wrong, Puck laughed. "Well look at your speed! Sure, the dough is over on the counter."

In a wooden bowl, covered by a kitchen towel since it was the closest Puck could get to plastic wrap, sat the dough. It had doubled in size as Puck had planned, and would make a decent sized pie for the both of them. There was also a medium flask of olive oil and a bowl of corn meal, roughly ground, but useable next to the bowl.

As Mikey shared the memory, Puck smiled. "No, hot heads don't actually cook food. I tried that once with one of my siblings- they just had raw egg on their face instead. I was thinking of pepperoni and there's some sausage, but it isn't ground." Puck gestured to a little ways from where he was standing, a few pepperoni and sausages, both not sliced, sat on a cutting board. There was a medium sized wheel of cheese and a hand grater that looked like it could be a door stop.

"Oh, no. I've never liked fish on my pizza!" Puck said with a shake of his head.

Well, I do love a good comedy but not really a stomach ache. I'll have to get ginger ale first.

Puck clearly knew his stuff when it came to throwing a pizza together and Mikey was eager to get to work.

"Pepperoni and sausage is plenty fine by me, dude," Michelangelo told him, grinning over his shoulder as his friend kept at it with the sauce.

Making sure the surface he had to work on was reasonably floured up, Mikey got to work forming, movements practiced rather than unsure or clumsy. If he let himself zone out for a bit, he knew he could probably pretend he was back home in the lair, putting together a pie his whole family would absolutely decimate. He wasn't, though, and Puck's home wasn't a bad place to be at all. There was no scent of burning incense or sounds of Donnie's power tools echoing off the walls, but he find a brand new comfort in the sound of his newest pal moving around on his side of the kitchen, companionable conversation between them.

In no time at all, Mikey had the dough in the air, tossing it up and down with all the signs he'd done it dozens upon dozens of times. The scent of the sauce only continued to grow and Mikey could barely contain his growing excitement. He didn't think he'd ever gone so long without pizza before.

With the dough well and properly shaped, Mikey carefully set it off to the side and got to work chopping the meats, deciding there was no sense in pre-coating the pizza peel, if Puck had one, with cornmeal before all the toppings and sauce were ready to go.

There wasn't a pizza peel, but there was a thin baking tray that looked carved out of rock and sanded down. The closest he could find considering the way that time seemed to mash together in Somnius. Puck hummed as they worked, checked the sauce a final time and nodded.

"The sauce is ready, and you'll have to teach me how to throw dough like that sometime!" he complimented. With the pizza in the works, Puck took the hand grater and wheel of cheese and began to grate it over the pie after the wax had been removed. It was a little like resistance training and Puck chuckled at the memory.

"This will be good- it's been a few months since I've had pizza, and it's not common enough here that you can just go to a restaurant for it." Puck realized something and frowned a little. "Pepper flakes- Oh well, this has enough spice in it. No need to gild a lily."

"If we make pizza again, I'll show you how to toss dough like a pro!"

A generous helping of toppings had been gathered up thanks to Mikey's chopping skills, ready to go once Puck finished showering the pie with freshly grated cheese. He'd never gotten to grate a big cheese wheel like that, but he could imagine it was a lot more of an arm work out than the smaller blocks he'd gotten to use in the past.

"Hey, Puck, I'm grateful for all your hard work. Sorry. I know that was pretty cheesy."

Mikey chuckled at his absolute terrible puns, apologizing through his amusement, and once Puck had completed his task he got to work laying on the bits of sausage and pepperoni. He could tell just from the looks of the pizza and the smells that it'd be a delicious pie, fighting not to do an excited jig where he stood. He grabbed the baking tray, spreading out a layer of the cornmeal to help everything slide more easily.

"Somebody should really open a pizza restaurant around here. It'd be a huge hit. I mean, who doesn't like pizza or wouldn't love it if they finally got to try it. Maybe sometime, if we make pizza again, we can save some slices for some of the folks around here who've never had it?"

"Good, I could stand to learn!"

Which wasn't true, but Puck wasn't going to turn down knowing how to do more things. As the puns were made, Puck snickered. "You don't sound that sorry, but you shouldn't apologize anyway. It's not even a toss up."

He looked at Mikey and didn't say anything else for a moment before simply moving on. Puns weren't something Puck used a lot, but he had them in his metaphorical back pocket to use as needed. "Pizza does keep well enough, so saving some wouldn't be hard. The hardest part would be handing it out in time. As far as a restaurant, that's a lot of work behind the scenes. It's not like they can run themselves."

[On 12/25, Mikey will find a card with well wishes and a note: Hello again Mikey, since we can't get videos here, I'm offering a night at the movies via magic. Or in short, I'll cast an illusion of the movie so we can both watch it. If it's nothing I've seen, I can work with a description! This is valid for whenever you'd like, and snacks would be provided. Thank you for the scarf, it's very warm! Your friend and fellow movie lover, Puck]

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