Your OC places an item/object in below OC's pocket or bag (sorry if the title is confusing, I don't know how to word it but it's concept is like reverse pickpocketing)
It's like reverse pickpocketing from Fallout or Elder Scrolls games. Where you place items inside a persons inventory instead of stealing them.
There are forum games where we steal stuff but how about the opposite. Your OC sneakily inserts an Item, object, or a letter, anything really. Inside the below OC's bag or pocket. What would your OC do if they saw an item planted in their inventory? Do they feel thankful about an anonymous gift? Do they return it? or the sneak it up for evil use like a trap device?
(if a thread like this exist, please let me know and I'll change it to a different theme)
Simple rules
What could be the Above OC's wallpaper? (IC with OOC response)
📱 What mobile apps or games the Above OC uses? (IC with OOC response)
What would the Above OC's tumblr about? (IC with OOC response)
Character Voices: Expectation vs Reality (IC with OOC response)
OC playlists expectation vs reality (IC with OOC response)
How Edgy is the above OC (IC with OOC response)
Guess the above OC's favorite band/musician/singer (IC with OOC response)
Which OC is the lyrics above (IC with OOC response)
Most edgy character of the user above (OOC response)
Most fashionable OC of the user above (OOC response)
Your OC and the above OC at a performance show (IC with IC response)
Your OC stays at above OC's home (IC with IC response)
[IC] Your OC uses the Above OC's Item(s) (IC with IC response)
Your OC delivers an item/letter for the OC above (IC with IC response)
either go with fantasy Évariste (he's different from the modern one in case you got used seeing the modern variant):
Évariste placed a peach fruit inside your character's bag, he felt that you got hungry from all your travels or adventures.
OR take a freebie
Desrosiers woke up from their nap and searches their bag, finding a map. They found something else.
They look at the peach with curiosity. Considering they slept near Todesträne, they thought it must be from Évariste. Oh well, free snack for Desrosiers.
Desrosiers places a map in your OC's bag, thinking your OC may be lost
tha winston, searching for more loaded glock mags for his AR-9 instead came across a map. is this to the city of el dorado? he studied the map before getting on all fours, revving his winstonian engine, and taking off into the night with his new quest.
tha winston placed a hand grenade in your back pocket, he thought you may need this to get a discount at Goodwill
Boss is visibly bewildered and alarmed when he pulls out a grenade instead of his wallet right out of his pocket. He didn't even feel anything being slipped into his pocket. He whirls around, only to face this incredibly suspicious looking man right behind him.
With a grimace on his face, he strides towards Winston -- and (carefully) shoves it back into his hands. "You... Why did you give me this."
Though you do not notice it well, he eyes you - a brow furrowed. You had bags under your eyes, and you carried yourself sluggishly. As you walk past him, you feel something slip into your back pocket. It's instant black coffee.
Does Elle look that tired? Perhaps she had only gotten a few hours of sleep the previous nights in a row, but she does not feel that a vessel such aa her would need much sleep. She hears a scolding little voice in her mind, dear sweet Elle please take care of our body more, and when she pulls the packet of instant black coffee out of her pocket a few paces later she turns back towards the stranger who had slipped it in and regards him with a questioning tilt of the head. There's a glint in those hypnotic eyes of hers, a flash of thank you from the being within, before she nods and continues walking.
Elle prefers tea, but coffee is good as well.
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It's not quite subtle; you can feel the poke of it in your pocket as you move, can hear the soft crunching of the wrapper. It's a small piece of hard candy, the flavor unknown.
You had forgotten to take a free one from the jar before you left the bookstore. Elle was just thinking you might appreciate it.
SiinThysis smiled at the thoughtful gift. Sure it was just a piece of candy but that didn’t make it any less special. Siin happily popped the piece of candy into her mouth savoring the sweet flavor. She would definitely be back to the bookstore after this!
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Siin carefully leans over and places a small jar of thorny vines into your bag with a small note attached. “Please use sparingly and in emergencies only! Also please do not consume!” Reads the note (or so she hopes, she never learned to write in English very well).
"Huh," Emelda searches around in her bag, noticing that something interesting seems to be poking out. When she pulls it out, she sees a glass bottle. There's also a note attached, which she reads with a raised eyebrow. "Use...sparingly? Do not consume?"
The assassin looks behind her and spots an ominous green and black creature slipping away. She squints her eyes and acknowledges that she's too tired for this. After another look at the jar that came with the note, she notices that it's filled with thorns. What the heck could she even use that for? Maybe Hazel would enjoy it...
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Despite her usually great stealth skills, Emelda is trying not to laugh as she comes behind you. She slips a whoopee cushion in your back pocket, hoping with immature excitement that you sit on it.
Alright, alright, that was pretty good, Love thinks. He's not the most observant man in the world; he failed entirely to notice the Cushion of Falsified Flatulence until the moment he sat at his usual barstool. Looks came to him from the folks within earshot, to which he responded with an exasperated upward tilt of his head. When he catches the laughter that comes from a little bit further away, from the human dressed in suspiciously flamboyant clothing, he grins and curls his thumb and forefinger to meet, the rest of his fingers extended outward.
Oh, this will be good. Love isn't particularly suited to stealth; he's surprised about how smoothly the whole operation goes. It's a poorly-thought-out prank, sure, but there's no effort too great or too small when it comes to messing with random people.
It's a simple piece of paper with the words "wake up, your true purpose awaits you" written on it.
"What am I, Link?" Jericho snorts, crumpling the piece of paper up, and throwing it off to the side. "Someone's spent too much time down in fairyland."
He would look around for anyone who might be watching for his reaction and briefly catch a glimpse of a blue and purple figure that, perhaps, he figured might be the culprit. However, he didn't care enough to go further than that, instead offering an eye roll and a thumbs down, shaking it a couple of times for emphasis, as well as giving an exaggerated, but slightly amused scowl, before retreating into the crowd and out of sight.
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He was never the best pickpocket, by any means. A straightforward approach was his best tactic about ninety percent of the time, the other ten was when stealth was more or less guaranteed. However, he found this job to be one that he had to jump out of his comfort zone, and really, he didn't mind much. Especially when the pay was this good.
Planting the photograph in their pocket was rudimentary, but the practice was way more complex than originally thought. However, with a few close calls, the damning evidence of their 'involvement' with the crime was ready to play out. All that was left was for them to find it, and realize what it meant. He would make sure they saw it too, watching and following from a distance.
"Jeez, I didn't think I kept this many receipts in my pocket. I need to clean them out before I become a hoarder," Kori muttered to herself, noting a feeling present in her back pocket she hadn't been aware of before. Assuming they were the records of her rare shopping trip (she preferred not to go out during busy hours, but it was a national emergency: I'm all out of coffee already?), she pulled the loose item out and prepared to crumple it up. Her eyes caught it before she could. Her chest tightened. Her heart sank to the pit of her stomach.
"Hey! What is this?" she called, but she hadn't spotted Jericho, and so she didn't know to whom her newfound predicament originally belonged. "This isn't mine! I've never seen this before!"
Her voice trailed off when she realized she was shouting into the street. Would it be worse to attract attention? If she did, she was screwed. But if she just stood there...?
Really, I don't know where this came from, she thought. I didn't do anything. She glanced at the photograph; a mistake. She felt sick. Dread seeped through her body. Maybe if I turn it in to the authorities, they might let me go. That is, if they believe me. I'll call Garu first, so he can let my brother know I might need him to bail me out again...
Some idea this was! Kori reluctantly stood out in the summer heat, handing out flyers for the cafe's renovated reopening. Of course business had been shaky lately. With fewer people visiting the cafe, she knew something would have to be done to bring in a larger market.
Handing out brochures wasn't the plan she expected the cafe's co-owner Phecda to suggest, but she didn't exactly have a better plan.
Still, she was having less luck than her charming coworker, and she couldn't bear to keep her shaky smile any longer as long as strangers and passersby kept declining the pamphlets. Fine, she thought. In that case, I'll hand out the pamphlets my own way.
She spotted you on the sidewalk outside her storefront, and as you passed, Kori slipped a cafe advertisement brochure into your bag. Surely this had to be easier than being declined again, right...?
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Kvroii Alex opened up their bag—intending to fish out their camera so they could capture the view they were currently looking at, then they noticed a…. Cafe brochure?
They… they didn’t accept any kind brochure, how did this get into their bag?
Their mind frantically pondered on how this could have gotten into their bag, did they actually grab a brochure from someone and just had forgotten about it? No.. that can’t be the case, why would they forget something like that?
Or… oh god, did this thing have a tracking device? Did those people plant this into their bag so they could find them more easily?
As the thought spiraled through their head, Alex crumpled the brochure into a ball and threw it, they’d feel bad for littering but they can’t just have something like that in their bag!
Alex was quick to run off.
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Alex looked at the photograph they had in hand, they didn’t really like this particular photograph… The quality wasn’t bad per say; it was good, good as the old camera they were using could be anyways.
The photo itself was too blurry for their liking, you could still make out what the photo consisted of, a dead looking beetle lying at a side of some store at night, Alex felt the need to photograph it but their hands were a bit shaky when they took it and now…
Perhaps someone else would appreciate it? They weren’t fond of getting close to strangers, but..
They spotted a passerby and discreetly slips it into their pocket before running away before they could be spotted.
Moss rustles through their cargo pants, searching for which pocket they shoved their wallet into. After a quick yet annoying search, they're able to pull out not only their wallet, but something small as well. Their first guess was that it was a photo, since it looked like a glossy piece of paper. "Huh? That's.. definitely not mine, I don't think I even own a camera besides my phone." The picture had been folded slightly, so they unfolded it in order to see it better. "A little blurry... but 'ay, that's a pretty cool beetle. Could've been something worse, and besides, I think beetles mean good luck somewhere. Might be my day." They chuckled, tucking the blurry photo into their wallet as a good luck keepsake.
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Testing their luck, Moss decides to buy a mystery mini plush keychain. They had bought a few beforehand, but didn't get the one that they wanted, so it wouldn't hurt to try again, right? Excited, they grab the crinkly silver bag and tear it open, and then rip the concealing plastic pouch that hid whatever awaited them.
In that bag revealed... a duplicate of the one they already had.
"Ugh.. Lame!" they groan, disappointed. "What am I gonna do with two of these little guys?" They dangle the plush, a little duck, on the tip of their claw. "He's awfully cute, but I don't need TWO of them. Maybe I'll pawn him off on Sprout.. orrr..." They think to themself, wondering what they can do with the little duck. Their thinking doesn't last too long, as an idea pops in their head in the form of a random stranger. "Perfect! What's a little fun, and besides, if they don't like it, it doesn't harm 'em. They might like it too!" they snicker.
Inconspicuously, Moss places the little duck plush keychain right in the stranger's pocket/purse/bag, and trots right off.
He blinked a few time, watching the stranger scurry away after seeing him oh-so-inconspicuously shove something into his pocket.
"Tryin' to shove sum'n in my pocket like I ain't an ex-Elite. Hmph. Who do they think they are?"
He grumbled to himself angrily, shoving his hand in his pocket to get it out. When he finally got it... a phone? Not his, though. This wasn't a Sea Cucumber phone. It was navy blue, like his, but why was it a square??? No texture either. Rolling his eyes, he turned it on, swiped up, and.... wow, it was unlocked. Secure much. The default background homescreen loaded up, and....
"Jus' one app? Really? You coulda given me sum'n nicer."
He rolled his eyes, opening it. To say he was underwhelmed was an understatement. A bunch of names of people who he had never so much as heard of? Gee. Veeeery useful.
"Ugh. Whatever. I'on even..... what the hell? Why is this list so long? .........I'on even need this."
Throwing the phone behind his back and reaching for his own, he pulled it out and started gossiping with his friends about what just happened.
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You'd think it'd be easy to see someone who was 6'2" with bright teal and yellow tentacle hair in a soldier outfit. That's because it is. Weaving through the crowd, he collected a lot of confused stares as he tried to get as close to the stranger as possible without them noticing him. Inhaling sharply, he decided he'd go for it.
He had brought out one of his favorite earrings, but....this person. This random street person. He had never seen them in his life, but he thought they'd do this earring more justice than he did. Shoving the Tentaclinger Earring into their bag and slipping back into the crowd (hopefully) faster than they can turn around, he sighed with relief, praying they couldn't see him.
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