Yuusei admittedly has never camped before, but living in poverty for basically all his life has taught him a few things. He, Jack, and Crow had found some old tents before while scavenging through the junk piles littering Satellite; he can fondly recall the difficulty the three of them experienced as small children trying to pitch a ratty adult-sized tent. Now, though, as an adult with up to six effective hands standing up to several feet in height? This'll be a piece of cake. His balance standing on two legs has improved, so pitching a tent shouldn't take much time at all.
...except Carly's tent, big as it may be, is a quick set, so they don't have to do much more than toss it and it's done. This means he's left mostly trotting around while Carly squares away some other things on her own. He occasionally strolls by other campers as he tries some more complex leg movements in his spare time, mostly practicing some prancing and galloping as well as some two-leg walking. These are important skills for diversifying his work, okay?
Not everyone is used to the outdoor life. Do you need a hand or four with your tent? Or with anything else, for that matter?
[THAT ROIT THER'SA FUDOBEAST | D65+, DAYTIME]
Does he spend a lot of time in the great outdoors? Not necessarily, no. He'd honestly prefer to be surrounded by machines and just work all day, but that currently isn't an option, so here he is.
That said, there's something absolutely freeing about being able to just run off into the woods without the patrol team on your ass, and after spending a day doing relatively little, he finds it difficult to resist the temptation of doing exactly that. He gets up early in the morning before the sun has had a chance to pull itself above the horizon, and once he thinks he's made it far enough away from the majority of the campers, he bounds through the forest, enjoying the breeze against his face and bare arms.
Sometimes he might be seen just be racing across the forest floor; other times he'll be scaling a tree, attempting to see just how high he can go. Whenever he's nearby, though, he seems oblivious to the other carnival members as he passes by, and when he isn't on the move, he appears to stare off into space. A light nudge or call of his name should be enough to bring him out of it, though.
[INSOMNIAC TINKERING | D65+, EVENINGS]
Yuusei comes back around early evening, offering to help with food but otherwise not talking much. More often than not, he'll settle down on a soft section of ground (or a blanket if there is one) after retrieving some sort of collection of metal pieces. He takes a few into his human hands and begins to tinker with them, attempting to fit them together in various fashions. There's another set in his foreclaws doing the same thing; he mostly glances back and forth between the two, but eventually it seems like one set of hands works automatically while he's more focused on the other.
Sometimes instead of big metal parts, you might find him drawing a small needle and thread through a patch of cloth. He's only using one set of hands for that for the moment, although he seems to be switching between sets after amounts of time to stretch his fingers for awhile.
He can be found either of these things at various times in the night, including outside his tent at some ungodly hour. He seems to have even more pieces than before when he's alone. Is this your sort of thing? Sharing is caring, after all.
WILDCARD: if you've got any other ideas, feel free to hit me with what you've got or hit me up on discord/plurk for some plotting!
FIRST HALF OF THE EVENT | OTA
Yuusei admittedly has never camped before, but living in poverty for basically all his life has taught him a few things. He, Jack, and Crow had found some old tents before while scavenging through the junk piles littering Satellite; he can fondly recall the difficulty the three of them experienced as small children trying to pitch a ratty adult-sized tent. Now, though, as an adult with up to six effective hands standing up to several feet in height? This'll be a piece of cake. His balance standing on two legs has improved, so pitching a tent shouldn't take much time at all.
...except Carly's tent, big as it may be, is a quick set, so they don't have to do much more than toss it and it's done. This means he's left mostly trotting around while Carly squares away some other things on her own. He occasionally strolls by other campers as he tries some more complex leg movements in his spare time, mostly practicing some prancing and galloping as well as some two-leg walking. These are important skills for diversifying his work, okay?
Not everyone is used to the outdoor life. Do you need a hand or four with your tent? Or with anything else, for that matter?
[THAT ROIT THER'SA FUDOBEAST | D65+, DAYTIME]
Does he spend a lot of time in the great outdoors? Not necessarily, no. He'd honestly prefer to be surrounded by machines and just work all day, but that currently isn't an option, so here he is.
That said, there's something absolutely freeing about being able to just run off into the woods without the patrol team on your ass, and after spending a day doing relatively little, he finds it difficult to resist the temptation of doing exactly that. He gets up early in the morning before the sun has had a chance to pull itself above the horizon, and once he thinks he's made it far enough away from the majority of the campers, he bounds through the forest, enjoying the breeze against his face and bare arms.
Sometimes he might be seen just be racing across the forest floor; other times he'll be scaling a tree, attempting to see just how high he can go. Whenever he's nearby, though, he seems oblivious to the other carnival members as he passes by, and when he isn't on the move, he appears to stare off into space. A light nudge or call of his name should be enough to bring him out of it, though.
[INSOMNIAC TINKERING | D65+, EVENINGS]
Yuusei comes back around early evening, offering to help with food but otherwise not talking much. More often than not, he'll settle down on a soft section of ground (or a blanket if there is one) after retrieving some sort of collection of metal pieces. He takes a few into his human hands and begins to tinker with them, attempting to fit them together in various fashions. There's another set in his foreclaws doing the same thing; he mostly glances back and forth between the two, but eventually it seems like one set of hands works automatically while he's more focused on the other.
Sometimes instead of big metal parts, you might find him drawing a small needle and thread through a patch of cloth. He's only using one set of hands for that for the moment, although he seems to be switching between sets after amounts of time to stretch his fingers for awhile.
He can be found either of these things at various times in the night, including outside his tent at some ungodly hour. He seems to have even more pieces than before when he's alone. Is this your sort of thing? Sharing is caring, after all.
WILDCARD: if you've got any other ideas, feel free to hit me with what you've got or hit me up on discord/plurk for some plotting!