[ Well, this simply won't do.

The barren cottage, that is. Akechi stands outside the door, expression flat as he observes the room (or lack thereof) beyond, arms crossed over his chest. He's somewhat picky when it comes to aesthetics and interiors, and after being whisked away here without his permission, the least the Fae could have done is provide them with more than a few sparse items. ]

Really. A cardboard box? Now they expect us to take out their trash?

[ Said to no one in particular, but if you happen to be nearby, maybe offer up some suggestions to a newbie! ]

[ He already hates it here so much.

After being hit by a white arrow, the unending hell of hiccup purgatory is beset upon him, and he knows instinctively the way he is supposed to cure them, which makes it no better. Of course this would be some mischievous spirit bullshit, and perhaps, in the grand karmic scheme of the universe, he deserves this - but he is not going to go quietly into that good night. Absolutely not.

He avoids others as much as possible, just in case, but he can be caught at the general store, buying some bottled water. He is trying every trick in the book to cure these hiccups the "natural" way, Fae curses be damned.

It's worth the risk to ask passersby: ]

Do you know any good hiccup remedies, by chance?

[ Hic. ]

[ Collecting seashells sounds like a worthwhile-enough diversion, so Akechi focuses his feather-gathering efforts in Villanelle, a bit wary of turning half-fish for the task, but it proves a novel enough experience to override his distrust of Fae magic.

After hauling his finds to the shore, he begins to sort them in the sand before reaching back to wring out his messy brown hair. ]

Now, then. I believe we're supposed to tell two truths and a lie to turn these into feathers, aren't we?

[ He asks it innocently enough, but he knows that's what they're supposed to do, and it's no small part why he chose this task in particular. He's looking forward to seeing what he can learn about the other villagers, and seeing what they make of him, too.

He may have left his mask behind, but that doesn't mean he can't enjoy messing with others just a bit, as a treat. ]

[ None of the above prompts for for you? No biggie! Go for a wildcard! You can find me on Plurk at bespin if you want to plot out the details! ]