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Your character has received an invitation to come help Kerberos with a fun little farm chore. You get snacks, conversation, and glow in the dark wool out of it; Kerberos gets happy, sheared sheep and a chance to share his world with other people.

This thread will be open until April 26th at midnight EST, at which point I’ll post a little closing speech from Kerberos; you’ll be welcome to continue chatting after that if you need wordcount or whatnot, but that will be the official close.

This is a very chill situation; there will be no further prompts, but please feel welcome to wave Kerberos over so he can come and chat, just quote me and the boy will appear!

Please note that Kerberan sheep’s wool is glow-in-the-dark specifically; it comes from animals on a planet that is eternally night! Glow-in-the-dark yarn exists on Earth, so characters can simply say they’ve used that if questioned about any particularly glowy scarves or whatnot.

As described in the Cosmic Almanac, Kerberan Sheep are fluffy, black-faced sheep with bioluminescent wool in a variety of colors. Many are quite vibrant, and their wool creates very soft yarn when spun that retains the glowing quality, making for unique results!

The area is a pasture, set away from any major buildings, though a ways away an elegantly built barnlike structure with art nouveau architectural flairs is visible. The pasture is lit with fairy lights, wrapped around the fences and strung overhead on poles. As Kerberos is a planet of eternal night, artificial light is necessary!

The food table is well stocked with little sandwiches of both the meat and vegetarian varieties and a number of pastries, as well as several iced teas and lemonades (varying flavors) and an iced coffee with accompanying oat and almond milks as well as traditional half and half, 2%, and skim. Everything is labeled for allergens. There are plates and utensils available, and characters should feel free to snack to their hearts’ content.

The card table contains a stack of cards for characters to volunteer their information if people want to get help getting their wool spun into thread or knitted, crocheted, etc into cute things. Characters should ICly fill this out; players should OOCly include the form below in their posts if their character is volunteering!

[quote="Noir Songbird"][b]Name:[/b] (Please include a journal link!)
[b]Skills:[/b]
[b]How to Reach Me:[/b][/quote]

If you wish, you may roll a six-sided die to see how your character does at sheep shearing! This is optional and fully for fun. Some prompts are provided, generally, but feel free to interpret as you like!

Quote:

1-2: your character is having a rough day. If they’re experienced, maybe the sheep are just uncooperative or they’re having a hard time in the new setup. If they’re inexperienced, they might just be struggling with a new skill!

3-4: Your character does just fine. Regardless of experience level, they’re having a pretty good sheep-wrangling day.

5-6: Your character did exceptionally well! If they’re inexperienced, perhaps they’re just a natural or have particularly cooperative sheep. If they’re experienced, that experience is definitely carrying them.

Transcendent Eternal Ida
Action: Arriving, getting a look around, greeting Kerberos

Somehow, between one thing and another, they had just never... managed to meet up with time to visit Kerberos' world. Which was, truly, a great tragedy. Considering how often she'd brought him to her own world, they were far over due for him to get to return the favor.

Arriving to softly glowing darkness was a stark contrast to the warm sunshine she so often found when she visited Ida. Ida had night, of course, but not like this... soft and velvety, shot through with the softly lights strung up around the pasture and the glow of the sheep as they grazed placidly.

Standing there, Ida drew a deep breath and let it out in a sigh, soaking in the newness of the place, the sense of being somewhere else, being off Earth... and while it did not compare with the comfort of her own world, it had its own appeal.

Glancing about, she caught sight of the blue haired man as he rose to greet visitors and Ida felt a smile blossom across her face as she headed for him.

Commander Vyn

“Hello,” Vyn said—not to their blue haired host or any of the Senshi and Knights in attendance, but to the sheep.

He hadn’t planned on coming. The invitation probably hadn’t even been meant to make its way to him, seeing as he usually didn’t do much fraternizing outside the Vanguard. Relations between the Vanguard and those they had betrayed (unintentionally, in the case of Vyn and the rest of those who’d been Cadets upon their arrival on Earth) had not always been friendly, but their host tonight, Kerberos, had come to their aid last year during the fight against the Calamitous Hollow. He’d even called Lyndin by name.

Vyn did his best not to be too resentful about that.

In the end, he couldn’t quell his own curiosity. There weren’t many worlds capable of sustaining life. He should explore what he could of them. Maybe his findings would offer some insight on how to replicate these circumstances elsewhere. (Maybe Lyndin would also be pleased with him.)

“You are very lovely,” Vyn said, crouching in front of a sheep with glowing turquoise wool. “I would like some of your wool to make a gift for the Commodore, if you are agreeable. It would match his eyes.”

Vyn himself probably looked quite strange, wandering around in clothes one might see at a gym instead of his uniform.

Sailor Gagarin


Gagartrin had... Never been in space before. It took him a few minutes to work out just how this 'space' thing worked and a phone call to Oumuamua insisting he had to go and what did she mean she and Susanoo weren't coming to make it, but the senshi arrived finally, It wouldn't be on him if he got to do something fun and they didn't.

OK, fuyn for him. Gagarin, however, quite liked this kind of thing. Not as a direct hobby, but since he was running a high fashion boputique, learning where material came from wqas important to him, even alien material. There had to be some kind of analogy to Earth. As the senshi of squalls arrived, his hips switched to and fro as he stepped into the area with his usual wortjkplace authority, but he wasn't rude either as he poaused, assessing thre gathering crowd.

...He didn 't know anybody here. That actually made him ancious. Susanoo and Oumuamua werte easy. They were senshi he met whewn he awakened last summer. This was.... Not his idea of comfortable..

Gagarin had to take a slow, deep breath, shakliong. His imposter syndrome was flaring up and he could feel it. Slowly he tried to look every inch like it was nothing that he was there. Thjey were fortuinate even!....

Except Gagarin was sweating buckets and a sheepo's cry maDe him jump a moment as he watched the sheep staring at him and he straightened,c sashaying over to the pen before looking around, then bending over the fence and....

Gods help him, Gagarin cooed.,

"Oh and look at you little baby. Awwww. Poor thing, all that wool must be so hot on you isn't it? Yes it is, oph yes it is..." Gagarin opened his pocket dimension, fetching some carding tools as he tried to shear the poor sheepo.

"Let me help..."

While he'd never sheared a sheep himself, as Flint, Gagarin had been to see wool sheared before. Very carefully, the senshi made it to begin shearing the animal with astonishing care and gentleness for a man radiating well, a lot of aggressive, wary energy. No, Gagarin was careful and slowly shheared every scrap before sirrinf ro vwgin carding what he gathered. Wool needed carded to be spun after all , or otherwise used, and well... Carding hrelped if he needed top do it and carding he did do before, the Squall Senshi sitting primly on the fence, hands beginning to expertly card the wool. Maybe if he sheared enough he'd get enough wool for a sweater, he supposed. A nice comfy winter sweater. One of a kind, of course. Becauise how bloody dare Susdanoo aNd Ouamuamua abandon him.,

Super Sailor Enceladus

Enceladus did not care about sheep.

That was what he told himself as he followed Ymir and Bilskirnir into the pasture, eyeing the glowing herd with suspicion. They were colorful. They were fluffy. They made strange melodic noises.

Fine. They were slightly interesting.

He cared less when Bilskirnir cheerfully introduced himself to their host like this was some grand social event and not a chore involving strange livestock on an unfamiliar world.

"Valhalla knows many people," Enceladus muttered, arms crossed. Apparently it was very easy for Bilskirnir to wander off and speak to pretty young men with blue hair and nice manners.

Not that Enceladus cared.

"I did not come to cuddle anything," he said, loud enough for Bilskirnir to hear. "I came because Ymir came."

He stopped beside his brother as a soft green sheep wandered closer. Enceladus stared at it. The sheep stared back.

Eventually, he touched two fingers to the wool.

"...It is very soft," he admitted.

That was not cuddling. That was a simple observation.

"If Bilskirnir wants to be useful, he can shear it," he scoffed. "Since he has experience and is apparently very comfortable introducing himself to everyone."

He was not jealous. He was just making conversation with his brother.

Name: Somniorum, Page of the Moon
Action: Snacking then attempting to shear sheep