SNUFKIN ( MOOMINVALLEY )
It's not so much a place. It's more of a feeling, I would say.
wanderer, musician, introvert and overthinker
nuisance to any and all authority figures
doesn't believe in houses nor belongings
APP / STATS / HOUSE 117

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SNUFKIN ( MOOMINVALLEY )
It's not so much a place. It's more of a feeling, I would say.
wanderer, musician, introvert and overthinker
nuisance to any and all authority figures
doesn't believe in houses nor belongings
APP / STATS / HOUSE 117

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FIBONACCI WARD -> SOUPS UP
After spooning out around a dozen or so bowls of soup, Snufkin begins to get suspicious. Or, interested, might be a better word. He doesn't think the soup is dangerous, just mysterious. It never gets any closer to emptying. He wonders, then, if one might be able to make it any fuller. A magical soup pot, if that's what this is, might have some strong feelings about exactly how much is in it or what flavor it wants to be today.
"Do you have anything to add?" He turns to look curiously at the nearest other individual inspecting the soup, digging through his backpack for anything he still might have on hand after his last trip through the markets. "Potato soup is all fine and well, but I was thinking of giving it some leeks, seeing if it takes to them. Or maybe it would like some more spices?"
@pleasemymel0dy
"Excuse me."
Snufkin has to stoop a fair amount to tap the individual on the shoulder ( not so different from speaking with Little My, he thinks ). "I'm looking for somewhere... greener. I'm not sure the weather here much suits me."
It's not really the weather that drives Snufkin away from Moominvalley in the winters, not exactly, but that doesn't mean he's any less displeased to be dropped somewhere so chilly and... well, it's not all too colorful, that's the trouble. But this place is big, very big, that much he's gathered from the few other people he's stopped to speak to ( there's no better way to get your bearings when you're without a compass ). It can't all be like this.
"Maybe somewhere with flowers. You seem as though you would have a good eye for them," he points at his head, more or less mirroring where she sports a flower upon her own hood.
@wshingwells
"Look, see? Here she is. You can calm down now."
Snufkin says this very matter-of-factly to the squirrel perched upon his shoulder, gently redirecting its paws ( for the fifth time ) when it tries to scratch at the brim of his hat. He gestures towards the girl standing amongst the trees, and the squirrel scurries down his arm as he crouches to let it run over towards her. When he straightens up again, his conversation is directed towards the person rather than the animal.
"She's very displeased," he informs her, speaking of course of the squirrel. "But wouldn't tell me with what. I think she believed you were the best person to bring her complaints to." Which is fair. The squirrel has no reason to trust Snufkin and Snufkin has no reason to trust the squirrel, which had leapt down onto him some time ago and been very insistent that he help her search for... well, this, apparently. How fortunate that she was in the area. "Very loud, too. Wouldn't stop chattering until I took her to find you."
@autumnoxtra
They've given Snufkin a house.
The gesture is perhaps intended to be nice. It's empty, after all, and very quiet, but if Snufkin is going to stay in a house it at least shouldn't be a lonely one. Otherwise, there's no reason to be there at all. He's certainly not going to sleep in one.
But outdoors isn't much better, he's afraid. Not here. The streets are too paved, the buildings a little too close together. He arrived with nothing - well, almost nothing; the weight of his harmonica in his pocket is comforting and familiar - and he's grateful for that. There's nothing he needs to prepare before he leaves in search of greener pastures.
He gets only one house down on his journey. When the adjacent building's door swings open, Snufkin stares at the occupant that steps out of it for a moment, who has fantastic taste in hatwear and is approximately Snufkin's own height ( he hasn't met many of the other residents of here, wherever this here happens to be, but all of them were so much taller ). He pinches the brim of his own hat in greeting.
"Oh, hello." They're neighbors, for this one brief instant before Snufkin departs. There's no sense in being rude. "You don't happen to have a tent, do you? I fear I've misplaced mine."

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okay i'm going to go ahead and kick things off with a starter call ! capping at three :>
hello hello! without prior reserve i'd like to app in snufkin from moominvalley. his app is on the sidebar or at /app on his blog, thank you!
Welcome to cold Isola Radiale, Snufkin!
You'll be staying in HOUSE 117.
You'll retain your Harmonica.
Enjoy your stay!
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