[florals? for spring. groundbreaking.]

[majorlyugh]

WHO: Major Lilywhite
WHERE: Around the village
WHEN: First week of September, any time
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: N/A, will update as needed

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The hunger started growing inside of Major almost as soon as he set foot back into the village. He knew it was beginning to bubble inside of him when he'd had a bite of a peach at the Inn and the thing tasted half like ash, half like fruit. While his amnesia took its time wearing off, he'd spent time in the woods, attempting to catch squirrels and woodland creatures to try and get some of their brains - just enough to satiate him until he could find a more permanent and more appetite-suppressing solution.

Luckily, he'd recovered all his memories and run into Liv and Ravi, both of whom were sharing the same cabin. He'd been told that they'd been gifted brains by the Gift Gods, which was nothing short of a miracle, considering all of them needed to get their cranial munch on with some regularity.

Ravi told him that they were still mapping out the personality traits of each brain, so Major chose one at random and decided to cut himself off a hefty chunk. He didn't need the whole thing, and he didn't need it every week the way Liv did, but he still needed enough to make the cravings and the hunger stop.

It wasn't soon before long that the personality of whomever once used that brain started emerging.

Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on perspective, it happened to be the brain of a young fashionista. It also happened that this particular fashionista hated everything clothing-related in the village.

When he goes around the village for this particular week, he can be seen wearing:

a blazer repurposed from his bright, raspberry-colored scrubs with no shirt underneath because ugh shirts, the collar of which has been adorned with various feathers he's found around the village (some might've been forcefully stolen off of a few unfortunate birds);
his usual jeans that he's tailored and tapered to fit more tightly (though nothing as abhorrent as a skinny jean);
perfectly "messy" (read: toussled just so) hair with a Zoolander Blue Steel pout to match;
his usual shoes;
and a rotating crown made of interwoven twigs, sometimes with flowers, other times not because nature. It really matches the ~aesthetic~ of the village and ties the whole thing together.

If he catches you eyeing his new threads, he might give you a judgmental sneer and a click of his tongue to his teeth, insisting that he was trying to go for something reminiscent of Gaultier Fall 2011, but ugh, it's impossible to make anything remotely decent of a runway in this place, what with the minimal fabrics and access to electric sewing machines.

But lord help you if you call the color red "blood orange." He might just verbally eviscerate you for that.

It's fucking red.

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[majorlyugh]

Major adjusts his makeshift blazer, tugging it together around him. The no-shirt look is so in, but it's also not great against the elements or when one might be feeling a bit .. attacked. He brushes some of the feathers away from his face, taking great care to not undue any of their haphazard attachments.

"Why wouldn't one worry about clothes? After all, it's our way of introducing ourselves to the world! It's the first thing others will judge us on! What kind of impression does one want to make? When one chooses to wear a pair of boots from three seasons ago, it means that they're too lazy to care, or perhaps they're trying too hard to appear like they don't care, but deep down, they do. They care about making others think they don't care. But me? I live my life out loud, and I care! I've done the best I could with the tools and resources we have, which is abysmal to begin with. Cut a guy some slack!"

Is he offended? Not really. At least the Major deep down isn't offended. But is his fashionista brain brimming with insult? Absolutely.

[spoileralert]

She holds her hands up in surrender. She doesn't actually want to offend him. She just thought he was joking around.

"There's nothing wrong with caring how you dress. It's just kind of sudden, you know? I'm sorry, I thought you were just fooling around. The feathers are... fine, probably. Whatever they are. Distinctive." She struggles for compliments that aren't outright lies, especially in light of her earlier comments.

[majorlyugh]

Major does his best to regain his composure, closing his eyes, exhaling a slow and steady breath of air to calm the jitters in his fingers. Bits of his normal self peek through, and when he opens his eyes again, they're full of apologies and embarrassment. Dragging his lip under his teeth, he hesitates before asking,

"I know this is ... all really weird? And I'm sorry?" He sounds like himself. "There's an explanation, but ... I ... can't really give it to you .. like, not yet. But maybe .. eventually? But in the meanwhile, this," he motions to himself and the ridiculous extravagance he's managed to create, "is my reality for the next, like .... week. And I'm so sorry. I'm not mad you."

[spoileralert]

"O...kay?" Steph is deeply confused, but she really doesn't have any choice other than to take his word for it.

"Well... as long as you're not mad, I guess? Is there anything I can do to help?"