I. COME BOTHER HIM / WILDCARD OPTION Jeff's different. Ever since his return to the island, he seems lighter, happier, vibrant, and totally unburdened. Sure, he's still dreamy and seems like he's got one foot in another world, but it's almost like some deep wound inside of him has healed. Which, hey, good for him!
And even though he's just returned and remembers nobody and nothing about his life here, he's still Jeff, so of course he's going to be at the beach from start to finish. It's almost like he just appears as soon as the festivities start. And though he's still wearing the standard issue linen shirt and trousers he arrived in, Jeff's tried his best to spruce his look up by borrowing some of the decor to twine in his hair, fashion into a belt, wear as bracelets and necklaces, and so on. He's giving... hippie nature boy pirate.
Anyway, Jeff's often found near the stage, enjoying the live shows and supporting his pals in Pumpkin Hollow's local music scene, which he's wasted no time reintegrating himself into since his return. But he's also making the rounds and enjoying all that the festival has to offer, so you can surely run into him during a number of activities! He'll be around, participating in pretty much everything, often while enjoying some frozen treat or, occasionally, some strawberry wine. For once, it looks like he's drinking in moderation, instead of rushing to get as wasted as possible, as quickly as possible.
II. A ROUSING GAME Time for some volleyball! Sure, Jeff totally sucks at sports, so he misses more often than not, or bumps the ball out of bounds, or only manages to bop it right into the net, but sometimes... sometimes you might catch him singing a little tune under his breath, and suddenly, it's like some invisible force starts lending a hand. (Usually, that invisible force is just sabotaging the other team by making the ball veer wildly out of control...)
Feel free to call him out. Or return the favor and play dirty. Or throw sand at him after the game, I dunno, go wild, I don't know anything about volleyball.
III. PERFORMANCE ISSUES (cw: empathic/emotional manipulation) [ This prompt includes use of empathic/emotional manipulation magic that is strictly opt-in! Your character may be totally unaffected, or mildly affected, or completely affected, or just notice it occurring in others, and can react to it however you choose. It's totally possible to put two and two together and recognize Jeff as the source if your character is the sort who would, whether through magical attenuation, psychic abilities, detective skills, etc. Here's more info on his magic. ]
Jeff doesn't perform until later in the night, when the sun's down and the bonfire's raging. His set's a nice little mix of original songs (they tend to be catchy, if a bit silly, irreverent, and fairly juvenile) and covers of other artists. As he performs, the flames of the bonfire twist and swirl, contorting into dancing figures, animals, shifting landscapes, playing out scenes to accompany his music. It's like his own personal, vaguely abstract MTV!
During his penultimate song-- a cover of Taylor Swift, of all artists (weird, isn't Jeff from the 90s?)-- a light, borderline euphoric feeling begins to wash over a number of people in the crowd. Not everybody, no, but a decent chunk of people listening may feel it. But it's probably nothing, right? Just the result of good vibes and too much wine. But some people in the crowd may begin to feel a strange sort of giddiness begin to bubble up inside of them. At first, it might even be pleasant. A little surge of joy, where's the harm in that?
But that giddiness escalates, begins to spike with each 'It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me...' There's a sharpness to it, like each racing heartbeat has been weaponized, and it may be hard to breathe as giddiness shifts to panic, and for a moment, one's vision might swim as their head goes light, and it can be hard to tell if the body wants to laugh or cry--
--and then he goes into a performance of Silver Springs to finish out his set, and a sense of calm begins to wash over those who'd been so, you know, moved by that last song. But even that calmness is disconcerting, almost blatantly artificial. Is Jeff the cause? Does he even know what's going on? He's looking at home on the stage, beaming and shining bright, and as he finishes his set, he thanks the crowd and bounds off the stage, fully energized.
He's practically buzzing with excitement as the next act starts to perform, flitting around and chatting people up, especially if they seem dazed by his set.
"Hey! Enjoy the show? I-- ooh! I love this song, let's dance!"
IV. PAPER LANTERNS Anyone setting their own paper lanterns out to water may have a nosy Jeff approach, eyes wide with curiosity. He's got his own lantern in his hands, the paper decorated with doodles of flowers in pretty, spiraling patterns.
"Who's that for?"
Late at night, however, once most people have either left or fallen asleep, Jeff's sitting by the water, setting out lantern after lantern, looking a little more subdued than before. As each one drifts out further into the water, figures appear in the sea. A few men, a few women, a bear-- or is that an owl?-- and a... very large rat? They have faces, but they're difficult to make out in the darkness, and they disappear once their respective lanterns reach them, as if driven away by the light. He's got one last lantern in his hands, and there's one more figure out at sea, standing there as if waiting for its lantern. It almost seems impatient, like it's totally over his shit.
Jeff smiles and waves at it. It flips him off.
(Don't mind him, he's just amusing himself with some illusion magic.)
jeff | original | ota
Jeff's different. Ever since his return to the island, he seems lighter, happier, vibrant, and totally unburdened. Sure, he's still dreamy and seems like he's got one foot in another world, but it's almost like some deep wound inside of him has healed. Which, hey, good for him!
And even though he's just returned and remembers nobody and nothing about his life here, he's still Jeff, so of course he's going to be at the beach from start to finish. It's almost like he just appears as soon as the festivities start. And though he's still wearing the standard issue linen shirt and trousers he arrived in, Jeff's tried his best to spruce his look up by borrowing some of the decor to twine in his hair, fashion into a belt, wear as bracelets and necklaces, and so on. He's giving... hippie nature boy pirate.
Anyway, Jeff's often found near the stage, enjoying the live shows and supporting his pals in Pumpkin Hollow's local music scene, which he's wasted no time reintegrating himself into since his return. But he's also making the rounds and enjoying all that the festival has to offer, so you can surely run into him during a number of activities! He'll be around, participating in pretty much everything, often while enjoying some frozen treat or, occasionally, some strawberry wine. For once, it looks like he's drinking in moderation, instead of rushing to get as wasted as possible, as quickly as possible.
II. A ROUSING GAME
Time for some volleyball! Sure, Jeff totally sucks at sports, so he misses more often than not, or bumps the ball out of bounds, or only manages to bop it right into the net, but sometimes... sometimes you might catch him singing a little tune under his breath, and suddenly, it's like some invisible force starts lending a hand. (Usually, that invisible force is just sabotaging the other team by making the ball veer wildly out of control...)
Feel free to call him out. Or return the favor and play dirty. Or throw sand at him after the game, I dunno, go wild, I don't know anything about volleyball.
III. PERFORMANCE ISSUES (cw: empathic/emotional manipulation)
[ This prompt includes use of empathic/emotional manipulation magic that is strictly opt-in! Your character may be totally unaffected, or mildly affected, or completely affected, or just notice it occurring in others, and can react to it however you choose. It's totally possible to put two and two together and recognize Jeff as the source if your character is the sort who would, whether through magical attenuation, psychic abilities, detective skills, etc. Here's more info on his magic. ]
Jeff doesn't perform until later in the night, when the sun's down and the bonfire's raging. His set's a nice little mix of original songs (they tend to be catchy, if a bit silly, irreverent, and fairly juvenile) and covers of other artists. As he performs, the flames of the bonfire twist and swirl, contorting into dancing figures, animals, shifting landscapes, playing out scenes to accompany his music. It's like his own personal, vaguely abstract MTV!
During his penultimate song-- a cover of Taylor Swift, of all artists (weird, isn't Jeff from the 90s?)-- a light, borderline euphoric feeling begins to wash over a number of people in the crowd. Not everybody, no, but a decent chunk of people listening may feel it. But it's probably nothing, right? Just the result of good vibes and too much wine. But some people in the crowd may begin to feel a strange sort of giddiness begin to bubble up inside of them. At first, it might even be pleasant. A little surge of joy, where's the harm in that?
But that giddiness escalates, begins to spike with each 'It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me...' There's a sharpness to it, like each racing heartbeat has been weaponized, and it may be hard to breathe as giddiness shifts to panic, and for a moment, one's vision might swim as their head goes light, and it can be hard to tell if the body wants to laugh or cry--
--and then he goes into a performance of Silver Springs to finish out his set, and a sense of calm begins to wash over those who'd been so, you know, moved by that last song. But even that calmness is disconcerting, almost blatantly artificial. Is Jeff the cause? Does he even know what's going on? He's looking at home on the stage, beaming and shining bright, and as he finishes his set, he thanks the crowd and bounds off the stage, fully energized.
He's practically buzzing with excitement as the next act starts to perform, flitting around and chatting people up, especially if they seem dazed by his set.
"Hey! Enjoy the show? I-- ooh! I love this song, let's dance!"
IV. PAPER LANTERNS
Anyone setting their own paper lanterns out to water may have a nosy Jeff approach, eyes wide with curiosity. He's got his own lantern in his hands, the paper decorated with doodles of flowers in pretty, spiraling patterns.
"Who's that for?"
Late at night, however, once most people have either left or fallen asleep, Jeff's sitting by the water, setting out lantern after lantern, looking a little more subdued than before. As each one drifts out further into the water, figures appear in the sea. A few men, a few women, a bear-- or is that an owl?-- and a... very large rat? They have faces, but they're difficult to make out in the darkness, and they disappear once their respective lanterns reach them, as if driven away by the light. He's got one last lantern in his hands, and there's one more figure out at sea, standing there as if waiting for its lantern. It almost seems impatient, like it's totally over his shit.
Jeff smiles and waves at it. It flips him off.
(Don't mind him, he's just amusing himself with some illusion magic.)