The Vibe Cleaners

Sometimes, in life, the energy in a room is just not right. Be it the decor, the history attached to a place, the mood someone carries into a home, or centuries of loss and tragedy haunting an environment: The Vibe Cleaners are here to help it heal. When you're ready to move on and clean house (or town, or neighborhood!), we come in and clear the air for those ready to move on. We come in with our special skills, combining our spiritual refinement and super-high-tech purifying energy vacuums to get all of the bad juju out of you-you and the place you stay.

If you're looking for our services, please call: 1-800-THE-VIBE

- Vibe Cleaner 1: @soundofmind
- Vibe Cleaner 2: @Corvid
- Vibe Cleaner 3: @WeepingWisteria
- Vibe Cleaner 4: @katehardy
- The Vibe Feeler: @herbalhour

Spoiler

Setting: This is a low-fantasy setting, set in a futuristic earth-like world that will be very very open to collaborative on-the-go development and play.

Pace and Story: This rp will be more episodic as our characters go from mission to mission/location to location. We can come up w/missions together as we go, and take time wrapping them up. New Missions will be posted in quote code as a request from a new client sent to the team by our Manager™ who will be like a faceless parent in a kid's show (we never see them and only hear from them via message).

This is a traditional rp and will be in the roleplay realm. We can post as we get to it with no rush, but I'll try to keep up every other day at the least. Posts can be anywhere from 1 sentence to 2 paragraphs (not a limit, there, just showing the average range).

Expectations: This rp will not be serious. It will be silly. It will be heartfelt. It will be goofy again. Expect comedy, maybe even rom-comedy (if you want that with your ocs), and the occasional touching moment as our characters help people plagued with the bad vibes.

Dallas Feller nodded, checking their message from their manager one more time to quadruple-check that this was the right address.

2201. 2201. He was looking at 2201.

Ms. Fleece's neighborhood was quaint. It was a quiet side of town, and this neighborhood was old. Even though he wasn't an expert at feeling the vibes, he could tell this place had a lot of history just from the way the homes were built: lovingly, painted in friendly colors, with their yards all personalized and full of life.

Dallas looked back at his teammates, tucking his phone away. They stood at the end of the street, in front of the house.

"Well, it looks like we're at the right spot!" he said with a cheery smile. "Hopin' Ms. Fleece ain't too scared of the goggles, though. Thems tend to be a bit of a turnoff for some folk. Think I should put 'em atop my head to start?"

Me pushed them up onto his forehead, just under the rim of his cowboy hat.

"Or maybe like this," he thought aloud, pushing them under his nose, so they were over his mustache.

"That's certainly a look," Vivene says, trying not to look too amused. She wore her goggles around her neck. It was comfortable and convenient. But then again, she didn't have a mustache to protect. Speaking of-- "Won't it dent the mustache, though?"

Swiffy nodded in enthusiasm at the confirmation of the address. It was always a wonderful time to be entering a new place at a new time, ready to crash some parties and cause some chaos. Wait no, that was a very last century thing to be doing. Swiffy was employed now. A honest to goodness worker for the people and Swiffy did not. Absolutely did not party.

Nope. Not in secret. Not with company money and definitely not with the crew. Swiffy was a hard worker and a professional lurker. Cleaner of vibes good and bad. A little record scratch played in her head. Nope. Only bad. Cleaner of bad vibes. Good vibes were allowed to say and in fact encouraged as much as possible of course.

Swiffy frowned thoughtfully at the comment about the goggles. She had put hers up on her olive wreath, it fit in the vibe the best. At least she was pretty sure about that.

"I concur, don't want to dent that rizz magnet you got there champ!" she nodded enthusiastically before promptly doing a perfect twirl from ballet and then breaking into a bow.

Straightening up she pointed to her own giggles. "Prithee thee, clamp them goggles to thy kefali. It be lit, I promise thee!" She did another twirl to emphasize her point. "Thou shalt be the most sigma! Promises be granted on thy flesh and thy bone, for I shall rend it..." Swiffy cleared her throat. "Sorry about that. Mine tongue be capping as the youth say!"

Dallas let out a heart laugh, sliding his goggle back down so they hung around his neck.

"Ya got a point, Ms. Vivenne and Ms. Swiffy!" he said. "Don't want the stache to suffer. That's part of first impressions!"

He put his hands on his hips.

"Well then, we ought to go say hello to Ms. Fleece now, shouldn't we?"

Nikolai shuddered, biting the collar of his hoodie. "B-But... T-There's bats! Scary screechy bats! My ears...."

Nikolai wailed in fear, hiding behind Dallas. Sure, he was the vibe feeler, but that didn't make him any more scared of the ghouls they encountered.

"I hate bats! We need to get this job done as soon as possible... Those creatures are so scaryyyyy!"

Dahlia hummed and spun her googles three times. “Hmm. Perhaps forgoing them is the best, but make sure to redo your donning ritual once we put them on.” She spun the googles around her wrist one more time before slipping them on. “But the real important question? Should I bring the sample photos of the daises or the lavender?”

She reached into the side of her dress, where two vines intertwined to form a seam, and pullout out two crisp Polaroids. Did she express any interest in my Vibe Helpers? Any words about what vibes she wanted.”

Ms. Fleece was such a sweet woman and any vibes she wanted, she deserved. She had already given her a beautiful bunch of tulips, but there was always room for more plants. Dahlia didn’t trust anyone who said they had no room for plants, and her special magic touch would ensure they wouldn’t die, so that excuse was irrelevant as well! Some people just had no respect for the natural world. Honestly, it was pathetic.

She shook her head, not thinking about how it would look to others. Ms. Fleece wasn’t like that. And thankfully, her team wasn’t either. She smiled proudly as she reached back into her dress and pulled out more Polaroids.

“I also have Lilly of the Valleys if she’s not Romanian. Uhh.” She spread out the photos in her hands, humming thoughtfully. “Delphiniums. They smell lovely too, if you need a cleansing scent. Blue daisies. Great buddies for bees, so all of your flowers will be lovingly pollinated. Uh…”

She looked up. “You’re all stilling listening, right? Because this is important. Gardenias. Sweet peas. Orchids. Pink roses, but never yellow ones, you hear me? Yellow roses are banned from any house I work with. It is a part of my contract.”

Dahlia sighed. “You know what? I can’t choose. I’m taking all of them. Any ideas for more I should bring?”

Welp, seemed that was it, then! Too many options, so: googles on, it was.

Dallas plopped them over his eyes, immediately seein' them batty creatures that had Nikolai shiverin' in his boots.

"Aye, I see them suckers, you talkin' bout, Niko," he said, patting the boy's shoulder. "No worries. We'll get 'em calmed down in a second here."

He pointed to Dahlia.

"And if ya ask me, I think the more flowers, the better! Ain't nothin' better to spruce a place up than more color," he said.

And with that, he decided to lead the way, marching up to the front door with a newfound confidence before he knocked three times.

"Ms. Fleece?" he called. "Ya in there? We's the vibe cleaners ya called!"

For a good two seconds, they heard a clopping of hooves from inside the house. With his goggles on, he was seeing some of them bats flitting about behind the windows, then skittering away as Ms. Fleece stopped at the door.

When she opened it, Dallas was looking up at a very, very tall centaur old lady. She was wearing one of them pink polka-dot blouses and had her long grey hair braided to the side.

Dallas tipped his hat.

"You made it," she said with a meek, sweet old lady smile. "Why don't you all come in? Are you hungry?"

Swiffy grinned widely. "Ye we made it indeed! Lit!" She bowed gracefully to Ms. Fleece before promptly dabbing in a sign of respect for how kind she was being in this particular moment.

"Hunger be our homies right now, no capping. We haven't partook in meals for some length of time now although we oughta be taking a look at them Ohio looking creatures up in there. CLeansest thee of le bad vibes, my liege. Booyah!"

"Oh, well then come on in!" Ms. Fleece invited, backing away with a wave of her arm to welcome them in. "I have cookies."

With a tip of his hat, Dallas stepped in. "Thank ya kindly."

Nikolai sheepishly walked in. "Pardon the intrusion."

"Does anyone have any dietary limitations?" Ms. Fleece asked, waving them all inside.

"Not here, ma'am," Dallas said, patting his stomach.

Swiffer nodded. "All hands go down the gullet. "cept it must be blood."

Ms. Fleece nodded. "Vampire I see."

Swiffer grinned. "Precisely, sis."

Nikolai shook his head. "No ma'am!"