marcel stood in the middle of town, feeling prepared — he had even brought his good walking shoes, and marcel hated how much walking he had to do in this damn town. whatever the prize may be, if there was one that was worth anything, marcel would win it, and if it wasn't good enough for him... well, he'd find some way to get one of the townsfolk who cared about that sort of thing to make a trade with him. " clues. clues. what does a clue look like? "
My cats have this meow that means "please come with me to fix this" after which they'll lead me to the problem in question, usually a empty (or 'empty') food bowl or a closed door they want open. They look at the 'problem', they look back at me, clear message.
What fascinates me is how this illustrates what they percieve as being in the realm of my 'power.' I control the food, I control the door, sure, but my cats love to sit on the balcony in the sun, and it has happened plenty of times that on a rainy day they come get me, go to the balcony and show me... the rain. "Please fix this" they say. "Please get rid of the wet"
"Silly kitty," I say, "I can't control the rain." I then walk into the shower and turn on the rain.
marcille is so gay it’s unreal. she locked the hell in for those bird boobies. oh and happy lesbian week or something my fellow fruity dungeon meshi fans
( ncuti gatwa, thirty one, cisgender man, he/him ) ☼ i know it’s a small town, but i run into MARCEL “THE MARVELOUS MARCEL” UWASE every time i go to THE SALOON. it’s like they practically live there and not THE CALICO DESERT for THREE MONTHS. it must be because they’re DISHONEST and CHARMING. come to think of it, that’s probably why they’re a SCAMMER/MAGICIAN too. but i did hear they want to GET FAMOUS OR DIE TRYING, and sometimes they like to PERFORM CARD TRICKS. rumor has it they also like WINE, but dislikes SLIME. what do you think?
born to the world’s most boring parents and six other siblings in a big old house on the outskirts of zuzu city. his mother was an important corporate lawyer and his father was a surgeon, so marcel was often left in the care of his assortment of nannies… and often getting lost in the shuffle of his siblings. though wealthy, he was very lonely.
after learning slight of hand tricks from his weird old man neighbor that was a scammer before marcel was a twinkle in his mother’s eye, marcel became committed to the art and craft of magic. sure, a few doves might have died in the process, a few dozen cards shuffled across his room and left under his bed for the maid to pick up later. but marcel was determined. once he was old enough, he would sneak into the downtown of zuzu city, putting on magic tricks and scamming tourists with slight of hand wallet theft. he does know how to make a quarter come out of someone’s ear though.
eventually marcel ran away from home when his parents refused to support his magic career, and went on the road, performing first with the circus. after five or six years with them, he disappeared with a stolen cart and one of the trapeze artists, who became his assistant and on and off lover. they worked together tirelessly for years, happily scamming people, performing basic magic tricks, promising to predict the future and flopping at it, you get the picture. sometimes marcel would go broke and would have to cry to his parents to fund his next scam or magic venture, including cart upgrades and the wonderful super fancy tent setup he’s currently in in the calico desert.
of course, this time when his cart broke down a mile away from stardew valley in the, marcel’s parents finally got sick of funding him and cut him off. his longterm assistant couldn’t bear the desert heat and how annoying a whining, broke marcel was, and left a month and a half ago. marcel is now saving up to fix his cart and go back on the road again. he’s also looking for a new assistant, so hit him up.
total flirt. like, with anything that moves. super annoying. does NOT respond to marcel. only the marvelous marcel.