Fandom Island and Town

Gregorith had figured out days of the week pretty quickly, though he did set up a notification on his phone to remind him whenever Sunday came around.

But truth to tell he was still iffy about months.

"So it's March now? Does that mean it's spring?" He supposed like most things in the mortal world, it wasn't that simple. Judging by the weather.

Still it kind of felt like a change was in the air. Or maybe he'd just gotten just the right amount of caffeine this morning.

His tail was cold.

Whenever he ventured outside these days he wrapped it around his waist, which still felt weird, but something must have slipped in the layers he was wearing because a chill had settled into it and it was taking a bit to warm it up.

He was trying to help it along with his hands, reminded of his childhood nervous habit of worrying it.

Gregorith was once again grouchy so he'd brought fancy cocoa and baked goods for any visitors to try to make up for his surliness and extra resting stab face.

"I feel like even Jotuns would be like 'bit nippy innit'."

Sure it was still cold, but apparently Demons weren't immune to the whole "you get used to one temperature so then any change feels significant" thing.

So low to mid 30's after over a week of single digit temperatures? Positively balmy!

Plus even extreme introverts sometimes get cabin fever so Gregorith was out and about, contemplating trying to build a snow man. Or possibly a slush man.

[Le open]

Neither rain nor snow nor cold of...cold, would keep this workaholic from his appointed rounds. He had the entire rest of the week off, he could only stand that for so long.

He was glad the island was small though.

But Gregorith was here, he had coffee and cocoa in case anyone else was adventurous enough to brave the elements and found their way here.

Even in the afterlife mortal souls could have bad days, as evidenced by Gregorith spending much of his downtime today texting back and forth with Sharkie about her gripes.

It had started with a text from them saying Grumpy Shark is Grouchy. Mom said I should talk to our absentee curmudgeon.

That had taken Gregorith a bit by surprise. We he really old enough to be a curmudgeon? Lucifer had joked once that he was a "curmudgeon in training".

Tell me your woes Grumpy Shark, and I'll tell you mine. We can scowl together.

Sharkie was just going to have to trust that he was scowling, even though he was in a relatively chill mood. He was a curmudgeon after all. It took more than commisseratingly complaining to sour his sunny disposition.

The museum is open, he's open to your grievances as well.

[Though I'll be afk for much of the day so my responses will be sporadic until tonight.]

The reasons for the disguise were somewhat muddied at this point, but Gregorith still normally felt more comfortable when out and about with it on. Today he was amused by the notion of a big scary demon wearing a snuggie so he decided to forgo the disguise.

Though he was wearing it backwards because he just found it easier to do things that way.

There was cocoa and coffee in case people needed help warming up if/when they came in.

Gregorith had just happened to have some horse friendly snacks on him when he left the house today. After he'd gone out, discovered the adorable tiny horses and gone back in to scrounge around for some.

So he had a little friend with him in a makeshift corral that he'd set up because adorableness aside, he'd been dead set on working on art today.

It just wound up being more him sketching le horse wee-tiny than pottery. Because he also knew he needed to keep a close eye on it so it didn't break anything or hurt itself.

He was also listening to Master of the Bracelets on audio. He'd found a version someone had made with the Howard Shore score added in which he hoped would help him get through it.

The horse was fast asleep. "Yeah," he said softly, pencil gliding over the paper, "I liked the movies better too. I won't tell if you won't."

Mortal geography was not Gregorith's best subject so he'd never even heard of some the countries represented in the Miss World...No, Miss Universe competition. (that somewhat confused him but he supposed that was something they'd have to work out when they met aliens) And even the ones he did know, he didn't understand the cultural significance of some of their costumes. But that didn't stop him from scrolling through the pictures, occasionally actually exclaiming,

"Oh cool!"

He was especially impressed with the headdresses. As someone with horns, who had occasionally endured "your neck muscles must be so strong!" from beings without them, he respected the poise it must take to wear such a thing.

And yeah he may be occasionally trying to sketch out a Fandom inspired headdress. Costume design wasn't his thing so who knew if he'd get it right.

The museum was open.

Gregorith was feeling so much better. He could breathe, he was no longer in pain, though he still had a horrific sounding cough so he was still wearing a mask. Other demons (Asmodeus) might still have been convalescing at this stage of a cold, but Gregorith was a workaholic dedicated professional so here he was.

And a bit confused. He didn't know that some of the island residents had gone wee tiny so he wasn't certain why the exhibit hall seemed to have converted itself to what appeared to be a life size, walk through diorama of a forest with helpful and colorful signs saying what all the trees and plants were, and statues of local fauna, also with signs.

There was also a facsimile woah I spelled that right the first time of the school and the lighthouse that kids could crawl around in. Oh and a cave with a slide.

Actually he was a bit jealous that he was too tall to play in there.

Also an arts and crafts station had appeared in the gallery upstairs.

The museum is open and kid friendly!

Gregorith had decided to test the waters a bit and was without his disguise as he sat on a bench looking out over the water. It was making him feel a bit on edge, waiting for...he didn't know what, so he was looking a bit extra scowly.

He was attempting to relieve this anxiety with his sketchbook. He was either jotting down art project ideas while doodling a rough approximation of the view, or sketching the view while idly jotting down ideas.

Bird bath, planter, scrying bowl, abstract sculpture, coffee mug.

The big one that he'd circled was a physical map of the island that could come apart to illustrate how it had grown.

He was more interruptable than he probably realized.

(Open of course)

Gregorith checked the front desk often to make sure no one needed assistance but he was spending a lot of his time down among the history exhibits.

And what a fascinating, but worrying history it was. For one thing the island seemed to have moved. While it had been stably anchored to the mainland of no particular Earth (and how did that work?) near the city of Baltimore (he knew where that was now), it had once been farther south. It had also been smaller.

But what really had Gregorith concerned was how often the island seemed to attract trouble. It wasn't surprising considering its connection to any number of possibly random universes, but the almost annual invasion by hostile forces had him on edge.

(OOC: Museum is open, Gregorith is particularly scowly though.)

Blathers had been kind enough to not only give Gregorith a job, but to pick what day he wanted to work. So here he was, trying something new.

When he wasn't dealing with people, er, helping visitors, Gregorith made sure he was familiar with how the office and the front desk was organized (he didn't want to accidentally mess anything up like Asmodeus had when he reorganized Gregorith's weapons/tools), checking that the supply closets were supplied, and using the brochures on hand as a reference for a mock-up of what something similar for his universe could look like.

He was in a better mood than he had been in a bit. Maybe because of the tasks, maybe because he'd been here a while, maybe because of the K-Pop playlist he'd found.

"We're goin' up, up, up..."

(Le Museum is open. Gregorith is available for slowplay as this is a rare "things are happening" weekend for the mun)