[If Timekeeper Cookie is surprised to find herself lying in an open grave - or human, for that matter - she certainly isn't showing it. At least, not like your average person might. She's already pulled herself out, her smile as unreadable as ever, and she hasn't even stepped far away from that damp, roughly dug hole in the soil. Anyone passing by will see a woman dressed like she's just been pulled from a steampunk convention standing there casually as you please, combing her fingers through her incredibly voluminous mane of gold hair in a distracted attempt to get some of the dirt and debris out of it. She's regarding the surrounding tombstones with a curious tilt of her head and a gleam in the eye not covered by that strange eyepatch.]
Hmm... these aren't accurate at all! At least, not last I peeked at everyone's futures.
[An odd comment at the best of times, but doubly so when the stones say things like "Croissant Cookie" or "String Gummy Cookie" on them.
She's also either oblivious to the gravekeeper lumbering slowly towards her, or simply doesn't register him as a threat.]
Scenario Two: City
[Now this is a place much more to Timekeeper's taste, even if many of the locals are looking at her strangely. Well, nothing new there, the odd stares just seem to roll off her back. The perpetual smile on her face seems to be working to her advantage too, as so far any of the more belligerent citizens have taken one look at her and decided they're unnerved enough not to bother.
She has, however, been actively collecting the pamphlets - even popping up unexpectedly in front of people handing them out asking if she can have one, which has startled quite a few of them already. She's now got her arms full of them, reading as she strolls aimlessly down the street, and giving an occasional giggle or widening of her smile.
She's so absorbed, in fact, that she nearly runs into someone else coming down the street. Nearly. She catches herself just in time, spinning on her heel to pivot out of the way, and grins at the other person.]
Oh, hello! You don't have more of these, do you?
[She says, pointing to the pile of pamphlets in her arms that she already looks on the verge of dropping everywhere.]
Scenario Two B: City (again)
[Somewhere in the city, Timekeeper has caused a ruckus. There was a machine that caught her eye, you see - whether a small device in a shop, a vehicle left unattended, or anything in between - and she's somehow managed to get a surprising ways into taking it apart before anyone caught her.
If it's in a shop, she's having what might be the oddest argument with the shopkeeper you've ever seen, apparently not quite understanding why she can't just do that if she wanted to see how it worked before buying it. She doesn't seem angry or upset - yup, still smiling! - just curious.
Or, maybe it's something that belongs to you that she got to... for what it's worth, nothing seems broken. It's just that all the parts she's got to so far have been expertly separated from the other parts - though there's no immediately obvious rhyme or reason to the piles she's thrown said parts into.]
Timekeeper Cookie | Cookie Run
[If Timekeeper Cookie is surprised to find herself lying in an open grave - or human, for that matter - she certainly isn't showing it. At least, not like your average person might. She's already pulled herself out, her smile as unreadable as ever, and she hasn't even stepped far away from that damp, roughly dug hole in the soil. Anyone passing by will see a woman dressed like she's just been pulled from a steampunk convention standing there casually as you please, combing her fingers through her incredibly voluminous mane of gold hair in a distracted attempt to get some of the dirt and debris out of it. She's regarding the surrounding tombstones with a curious tilt of her head and a gleam in the eye not covered by that strange eyepatch.]
Hmm... these aren't accurate at all! At least, not last I peeked at everyone's futures.
[An odd comment at the best of times, but doubly so when the stones say things like "Croissant Cookie" or "String Gummy Cookie" on them.
She's also either oblivious to the gravekeeper lumbering slowly towards her, or simply doesn't register him as a threat.]
Scenario Two: City
[Now this is a place much more to Timekeeper's taste, even if many of the locals are looking at her strangely. Well, nothing new there, the odd stares just seem to roll off her back. The perpetual smile on her face seems to be working to her advantage too, as so far any of the more belligerent citizens have taken one look at her and decided they're unnerved enough not to bother.
She has, however, been actively collecting the pamphlets - even popping up unexpectedly in front of people handing them out asking if she can have one, which has startled quite a few of them already. She's now got her arms full of them, reading as she strolls aimlessly down the street, and giving an occasional giggle or widening of her smile.
She's so absorbed, in fact, that she nearly runs into someone else coming down the street. Nearly. She catches herself just in time, spinning on her heel to pivot out of the way, and grins at the other person.]
Oh, hello! You don't have more of these, do you?
[She says, pointing to the pile of pamphlets in her arms that she already looks on the verge of dropping everywhere.]
Scenario Two B: City (again)
[Somewhere in the city, Timekeeper has caused a ruckus. There was a machine that caught her eye, you see - whether a small device in a shop, a vehicle left unattended, or anything in between - and she's somehow managed to get a surprising ways into taking it apart before anyone caught her.
If it's in a shop, she's having what might be the oddest argument with the shopkeeper you've ever seen, apparently not quite understanding why she can't just do that if she wanted to see how it worked before buying it. She doesn't seem angry or upset - yup, still smiling! - just curious.
Or, maybe it's something that belongs to you that she got to... for what it's worth, nothing seems broken. It's just that all the parts she's got to so far have been expertly separated from the other parts - though there's no immediately obvious rhyme or reason to the piles she's thrown said parts into.]
Wildcard
[Because I can and it is fun.]