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SEPTEMBER TEST DRIVE MEME!

SEPTEMBER 2022 TDM
Another month, another test drive meme! Our test drive memes are open to anyone interested - regardless of whether or not you join our game!

All Test Drive Memes are game canon. Players can choose to keep their TDM threads canon or not. TDM threads can be used for AC and can be used as your writing sample for your application.

Our TDMs serve as a way to build into the actual lore and worldbuilding of Deer Country and we strongly encourage everyone to enjoy and participate! Current players are always welcome to pull prompts from the TDM to reference on the Network or bring into logs as well as tag out to new characters top-leveling on the TDM itself.

Characters will always be able to actively die during TDMs as this is an extremely dangerous world. You can still have this be game canon! Check out how character death in Deer Country works here.

If you have any questions about the TDM, please ask down below!

IMAGE DESCRIPTORS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE

Prompt One
[Image One: Bread Cornucopia filled with fruits and veggies]
[Image Two: Creepy glass eye embedded in sand]

Prompt Two
[Image One: A Lone Lighthouse by night]
[Image Two: Ghost Ship in dilapidated condition]

Prompt Three
[Image One: Wasps, Wasp Nest made from human Mask screaming terror, swirling eddies in wasp Nest]
[Image Two: Horribly mutilated Cenobite in Latex gear with exposed teeth]

STANDARD ARRIVAL
WHEN: First Week of September
WHERE: The Farther Shores/The Boardwalk, Koz's Orphanage
CONTENT WARNINGS: Creepy Prosthetics buried in the sand


On some level, you are one of the fortunate ones. The storms of August are now a distant memory. It is the waning of the Blood Moon and the tempestuous state of the Beast Moon this year is fading finally while the harvest is being collected. Sleepers arriving find no particular difficulty in actually reaching the shores for the most part, and transformations back into their natural state of being are relatively easy. They are met by happy Trenchies and fellow Sleepers with robes of white and their bags as normal, and motioned towards the waiting tents set up along the

What is strange, however, is that when Sleepers arrive, they may find their eyes drawn to something disturbing amongst the sand. Water washes with the waves and tide, and reveals a body part! They are always prosthetics of some variety, and many are glass eyes that eerily stare at the person. They can be retrieved with some ease, though they're in bad need of cleaning. Perhaps they belong to someone in town? If not, however, asking around will get a suggestion to bring those to Koz's Orphange in Crenshaw. They have a Lost and Found there, and it is the season of finding what and who is lost. If they do, they might catch a glimpse of Koz floating mournfully through the area, and one of the children will gratefully take the item, saying that they will add it to the rest of the Lost and Found, before coming back with a photo in hand. "Here, I found this, and I think it might be yours?" The photo is, indeed, of the giver and someone from their past. Perhaps it is an actual photo taken, or one they cannot remember having been taken. Regardless, it is offered to them in a cheap wooden frame. How it got there, the orphan does not know. It was probably there when they arrived.

SEASONAL DETAILS ON THE BOARDWALK

The Boardwalk is quite the spectacle this time of year, and those who were here the prior year will remember many of the decorations and festivities. Pumpkins have been stacked on spikes lining the Boardwalk with grotesquely realistic carvings of faces decorated on them. Massive white linen has been hung in the air to look like ghosts floating back and forth against the ocean wind.

Delicious smells waft from the Boardwalk as fresh donuts, candied apples, and hot apple cider are sold at every other booth, along with complementary cornucopias given to each new Sleeper made out of bread that has fruits of all varieties but always seems to have a small jar of the favorite fruit, seed, vegetable (or even meat) of the person receiving it. If asked where it is from, the Sleepers shrug and say "The Orphans took up a collection to give a welcoming gift to new arrivals." If what is in the jar is eaten by the person given it, it will help to ease their mind and give them a calm that can last up to a week as they acclimate.

Preparations are in order for this year's Black Parade. An annual celebration, it is promoted among the excited locals as something that people can participate in. Face Painting booths and costumes are available to those who wish them, with the statement by the Trenchies, "We do it to disguise ourselves from roaming spirits and hungry beasts."
A FADED MEMORY
WHEN: Mid October
WHERE: In Swimming distance (Barely) of the Farther Shores
CONTENT WARNINGS: Ghostly Ship & Lighthouse, Threat of Corruption, Remains of Ghastly Murder and Dismembered Corpse


It is by accident that your eyes chance to look towards the Farther Shores. There, you happen to see a lighthouse, but you know for certain that it cannot be the lighthouse that is normally there and manned by the fishermen. You can't usually see that from this angle. The moment that you see it, a feeling of mounting dread falls upon you, and you realize that there is no light in the lighthouse. Though the compulsion to investigate can be resisted, there is an almost overwhelming urge to go, to investigate, to re-ignite the flame before it is too late!

The question is getting out there. The fishermen, when the lighthouse is mentioned, will make warding gestures and look terrified. All will resolutely refuse to sail out, muttering incomprehensible curses and lashing their boats securely to the shore. There will be no fishing tonight. The lighthouse, from the docks and shores, is out in the water on a rocky outcrop that nobody remembers being there, though any Trenchy asked will pale at the mention. The only way to get out there is to swim. It is a hard, dangerous swim, but the tide is coming in, rather than going out, so the riptide is not pulling down. It can be done, or a raft can be hastily made. When clambering up the stone steps to the lone lighthouse, it is apparent its door is ajar. And within? Horror awaits.

The insides of the tower are caked in viscuous, green blood. The Lighthouse itself is barely standing. It looks as if a thunderous, colossal fist has battered it repeatedly, the building nearly collapsing at every step. It does not actually break apart, but those who ascend the steps find themselves fighting not to slip on old, caked and thick blood that smells of roses. The contact with the blood isn't doing anything good to the person's sanity and hallucinations of the screams of the dying can be heard, along with shrieks of "What is it?" at the top of someone's voice. An increase in corruption is possible here, though not required. The more one contacts the blood, the greater the risk is. In the top of the lighthouse, dismembered, skeletal remains lay in gobs of what may once have been flesh. One of them holds desperately a torch in their hand, and there is a lighter present. One look out into the night will see a great vessel approaching, broken, its sails tattered and ruined. there is little time, and hopefully the lighter works!

The moment the torch lights the lamp in the lighthouse, the ship veers away from a collision course that would have destroyed the lighthouse and likely the flimsy rock outcropping on which it stood. Shades of dead sailors stare in horror at those who man the lighthouse today, the ship sailing away into the night. All are pointing beyond, and if you look over your shoulder, you can barely see a collosal figure in shadow walking into the town beyond, seemingly confused and wailing. Nothing further happens, and when the people in the lighthouse reach shore again, they will find upon turning back that it is gone, as is the outcropping, though a close inspection does see the remains of a shallow of stone there where the island once stood.

Note: The Ghost ship cannot be interacted with. If someone has the ability to reach it, they will pass through it only to realize it is nothing more than a memory in the land. Fragments of rotted wood and broken masonry can be found in the water below, covered in countless barnacles. Nothing within them shows any proof of what once transpired. There is a risk of corruption from blood exposure, though this is very much up to the players if they wish to incorporate it.

No Trenchy will willingly speak of what transpired, though a careful investigation at the Pale Sanctuary may find a tome among the sacred texts associated with Cloverfield. Reading from it, one might find a forgotten marking that the first sighting of Cloverfield, long ago, saw the collapse of the original lighthouse. No Disciple recalls the incident, and none will speak of it.

FRIEND OR FOE
WHEN: Anytime in October
WHERE: At the frindges of the main districts
CONTENT WARNINGS: demonic bugs, Bug Horror, Grotesque death, Self mutilation, Bug Infestation


The first thing that alerts you to the danger is the screams. They are agonizing, gut-wrenching and full of naked horror. When traveling near the edge of any of the districts, particularly the Crenshaw district, it is possible at times to witness a truly horrifying sight. The screams, if investigated, come upon the grisly attack of a horde of not exactly wasps but closer to demonic insects swarming over a person. They shriek, their whole form shrouded by the terrible creatures as they're being stun and the things seem to be extruding some sort of substance to cocoon them while still alive to one of the trees. There is no cry for help, as the person is clearly unaware of who is there, but do you reach out to save them?

If you do not, the scene is horrific and grisly beyond reckoning. The wasps trap the hapless victim against a tree, grafting the extruded paper all over their screaming visage to form a new wasp nest before they ultimately begin crawling inside of them, devouring them from the inside out and implanting their eggs in the new 'home' created for them. It is at this time that the palpable danger may dawn upon you. The infernal bugs have not yet seen you, but they seem to be aware that there is other life around. Do you take this moment to try and beat a hasty retreat, or do you fight it out with the bugs? They can be destroyed, but only by means of abilities and powers that destroy multiples at once, such as great gouts of flame. Hopefully you have a coldblood present! Fleeing them is easier, but can you leave this person to their fate? Still, if instead you observe and take no action, eventually the bugs seem to notice you, and though they swarm near, as long as they are not attacked, they seem to do nothing.

Strange.

If, however, you try to save the victim, a very different scene plays out. The same rules apply to fight the swarm, and if you stop them short of killing their victim, you will see just who it is that you have saved. There, mutilated through self scarification and brutally altered in horrible ways that seem almost fetishistic, is one of the blood crazed zealots. Despite being weakened and badly injured, they lash out at you, their defender. The power that they wield with their blood is incredible, and they demonstrate an ability to wield it that is well documented. The only note is that no Cold-blooded Zealots are present, and so their powers are not represented this time. However, they are drained and though they pose a threat to your life, they can be killed here with a bit of care, can be resisted with great difficulty and certainly be escaped. Either way, there is no true reward for having killed them other than knowing that you have done so. Why are they here? Alone?

It is almost as if they were an advance scout, and the wasps were someone's defense against them, someone's early warning.

CODING
fogsong: (32)

[personal profile] fogsong 2022-10-15 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
I know exactly where you are, dad. I'll be there before you know it. While you wait, you might as well enjoy what they have to offer. The cider is pretty good.

[ Sharon damn near runs through Crenshaw towards the boardwalk, moving through the crowds like water. Even the exhaustion that's been bothering her for the last few months can't slow her. By the time she makes it to the area, her breath comes out in huffs and puffs and her chest burns just a little but it doesn't feel so bad.

She scans the crowd for her father's familiar face, bright-eyed and beaming. She won't be able to find him, though. She's looking for Christopher da Silva, searching for his messy mop of salt-and-pepper hair, and the long sleeves he always wore as winter came around. ]


Dad? [ She calls out. ] Harry?
wingstosee: (smilingsoft)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-15 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, first of all God... didn't write the Bible? I mean, he had a hand in it, but that's not the same thing. Like, Paul's letters were definitely written by Paul. All of it was at least recorded by humans, which... I mean. You know.

[ but that's not what anna has been talking about, really, and he shakes his head after a moment. ]

Sorry. Um. I mean, I guess going off faith is... okay? I just. That means something a lot different to me, I guess. [ a beat - and he smiles. ] But it's. Definitely a threat, haha. Like, you try to pretend it's not, but that's all it can be, right?

[ he blinks at anna's last words - then reaches down, apologetically disabling the radio. ]

He hasn't said anything since I got here. But I guess it's better to be sure, haha.
doghouses: (pic#16012904)

[personal profile] doghouses 2022-10-15 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[He'd considered taking up on the offer of cider, but there's still that hint of paranoia running through his blood. There are so many unanswered questions, and in part he's frantically worrying in his mind. What if it's not her? What if it's a trick? They're capable of anything, is it really my Cheryl? So he politely turns down offers of drink and food, even though his stomach rumbles when it really shouldn't because he is, in fact, a dead man.

Harry hears her call. The voice sounds off, he thinks. Maybe there is a good reason for that. He wants to convince himself. When he looks out into the crowd, he expects to see an exhausted looking teenager with dyed blonde hair, her familiar vest, Cheryl's face ever so lightly freckled despite the bags under her eyes. He'd always wished he could do something for her nightmares, but he can barely help himself in that regard either.

The young woman looks similar, but there are little details that are off. Like she's been repainted from a description someone has made, but not precisely his little girl. He desperately wants to believe it isn't a trick, but it very well could be. Or maybe, slightly more optimistically, it has something to do with Alessa? Could that account for the changes? Is he simply overthinking it?

No matter how he looks at it, ultimately Harry stands up from his seat, and hesitantly calls out:]


Heather?

[Would she even respond to Cheryl?]
wingstosee: (iseethedevil)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-15 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
there are aliens here??????

[ sorry, kaine, venus is. she's having a rough one. ]
doghouses: (pic#16012905)

[personal profile] doghouses 2022-10-15 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[The prosthetic that Shiro wears is more articulated than he would ever guess, like something out of a scifi film. It's fascinating on a surface level, but he doesn't dream to ask more, not right now. Instead, Harry is just glad to encounter a friendly face that can help.]

I'll try to not overload you with all my questions, but I appreciate the time, Shiro.

I guess... let's start with the basics? Where am I? I don't recognize anything here.
doghouses: (📻 the end of time)

[personal profile] doghouses 2022-10-15 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Right. Sure.

One. Two...

[On three, Harry does not sprint right off. Notably, he completely waits until Venus moves, truly wanting him to move first before following. To him, it's honestly more important the kid gets out of here first.]
hauntedsavior: (⚡ take the wind and the snow)

[personal profile] hauntedsavior 2022-10-15 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
People can do a lot of listening without saying much.

[she doesn't present that like a mysterious, cool statement or anything more than that. her fingers twitch, like she really does want a smoke right now. she keeps leaving herself spaces for it in her conversation.]

But yeah, no, that's all it is. And the way that his faith works is you either believe in the threat or you don't... as far as I'm concerned, at least. Doesn't matter whether "father" is capital or lowercase. They only know how to do one thing.

[she decides, fuck it. she's already screwed up enough in this conversation. she reaches into the pocket of her jacket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes with a reddened needle on the side.]

Is it cool if I smoke?
wingstosee: (idlethoughts)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-15 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Huh. I guess... that makes sense? It's just weird, to even think about. I figured someone would have already taken all of them and started charging or something.

[ it's gonna take some getting used to, being in a world that isn't... already taken. as horrifying as some of the things here sound, maybe it's not that bad. right? ]
fogsong: (22)

[personal profile] fogsong 2022-10-15 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her heart sparks when she hears that name but when her eyes land on him, every ounce of joy is sucked right out of her. Her smile flickers and falls away as confusion overtakes it. She shakes her head in a tiny show of denial. Every hope she had has been dashed upon the wood beneath her feet. ]

You're not... [ She looks at him hard; takes in every little detail as if maybe if she looks at him long enough she'll find her dad there. Was this some sick trick? ] Who are you? How do you... [ She hardens her expression and tries to hide the hurt and fear in her blue eyes. Was this a member of the Order? ] You're from Silent Hill, aren't you? You're with them. [ Accusatory. ]
wingstosee: (ohwow)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-15 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Huh? Oh, um. Yeah. Yeah, that's fine.

[ for some reason, he hadn't considered the fact that she might smoke. she kind of looks like she smokes? it's just... something about her. huh. his eyes linger on the cigarettes. should he... ask? that's probably not good. he probably shouldn't ask. but he could...

he just. keeps staring at them for a moment, his own conflict clear in his eyes.
]

It's... Faith is just kind of like that, huh? It's a promise for some people, and a threat for everyone else. Or something like that.
hauntedsavior: (⚡ alive and breathing in the desert sand)

[personal profile] hauntedsavior 2022-10-15 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Something like that.

[she pushes a cigarette out of the pack and puts it gently between her lips. then she lights it the only way she knows how, which explains the red on the needle. she pricks her finger, then creates a flame out of the blood, then lights the cigarette with it and snuffs her fingers out with a snap. she breathes in, holds the smoke for a moment so she can tell which direction the wind is blowing, and blows the cloud out away from the two of them.]

[but while she was looking around, she'd also taken a careful look at this kid's eyes. oh, he wants to be a bad kid so bad, doesn't he. she pushes another cigarette out of the pack and hands it towards him.]

You want one?
melodyofsilence: (tell me - just tell me to stay)

[personal profile] melodyofsilence 2022-10-15 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
How does that work? She wondered. If the Pokemon could remove her hat or it was part of her.

"This place does have its dangers, and I heard Deerington was no better. Having a way to protect yourself is important." Most people view her as a regular child, often wondering if she had some kind of adult to protect her. Little did they know...

A small shake of her head.

"They can be cruel here, but I wouldn't want to see you hurt or getting into a fight over this sort of thing." They might hardly know each other, but Makoto had talked about a boy named Aoyagi Ritsuka as a friend, so at least for her sake.
wingstosee: (unacceptable)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-15 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Um! I! I don't! Think that's!!

[ this lady, this anna - she's bad news. if they were already bad kids, anna is living proof of what can happen. that there's a level past what they already are. that reaching that level doesn't mean you have to be alone, or empty, or miserable.

he should say no. he should turn away and run, some part of him says. but another part, with tendrils of smoke and honey worming through his soul, whispers: why? talk to her. speak with her. share, know, live through her.

he sounds like he's saying no. but before anna has a chance to pull away, before he loses the chance-

he's already reached forward, taking it between his fingers.
]

-you can't tell anyone. [ as if it'd matter here. ]
shiro2hero: get it (lemme give you a hand)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2022-10-16 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
It's a lot to take in, I know. Not much here works like it does in other worlds. But most people here do want to help, if you ever need it.

[Most people. There's a couple Shiro would either punch, again, or prefers to avoid entirely. But he doesn't want to overwhelm the poor guy.]

My team - [Shiro pauses a moment, then amends:] Family and I have been here a long time. And we're all more than happy to help out new arrivals.
shiro2hero: (disappointed dad eyebrows)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2022-10-16 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Thank you for that, Harry. He definitely appreciates the lack of reaction - mostly in terms of Harry not losing his mind over the metal.]

Hey, overload away. I wouldn't be helping out with the Wakers if I minded.

[He also wouldn't be trying to write a Not So Brief History Of Deerington if he minded.]

The city's called 'Trench'. Or "The Trench", depending on who you're talking with. You have the locals... and the Sleepers, like us. People who washed up on shore one day.
gerosilas: (dance of the dragons lol)

helaena targaryen | house of the dragon/fire and blood/etc | paleblood???

[personal profile] gerosilas 2022-10-16 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
i. so long and good night

[it's hard to tell how long helaena lies there on the sand, staring at the sky. she sits up, picks up a glass eye, and laughs, dropping it.]

I'm out of the dance.

[she turns around. there is a massive purple and blue dragon resting on the beach. helaena beams and runs up to her somewhat haphazardly.]

Dreamfyre!

[the dragon lowers her head and helaena flings her arms around her neck, still naked.]

Dreamfyre, we're out of the dance––the song entire. We're free.

[the dragon gives a small (loud) noise of assent, and helaena disentangles herself. a passing waker nervously holds out a robe from a basket, and helaena beams at her too.]

A robe of black. Mother won't like it, but I had wanted one.

[despite this helaena resolves to never wear green or black again. she slips the robe over her head and sits on the beach with her dragon.]

ii. things are better if I stay

[helaena has managed to acquire elaborate dragonfly face paint accented with a lot of iridescent glitter. she has been given a slightly worn blue and purple dress and a pair of narrow wings. they contrast somewhat with the beat-up secondhand boots she was given, but it doesn't appear to bother her. she twirls.]

I'm the princess of dragonflies!

[and doubles over laughing as if this is some kind of hilarious joke.]

iii. what's the worst thing I can say

[helaena is sitting, still in her blue and purple dress, among the demonic wasp creatures. one has landed on her hand and she examines it. a zealot screams in the background.

her omen has manifested as a foot-long dragonfly in the same colors as her dragon dreamfyre. it hovers near her shoulder.

if you approach, helaena will not stop examining the wasp.
]

Is it a true face, or a false one?

[this question appears to be addressed to no one in particular, except perhaps the wasp.

"The fish on their hooks spill rivers of blood," says her omen in the voice of a little girl.
]


iv. un: helaena; voice

[it took helaena several tries to make the omni spell her name right, it is perhaps sheer luck that her username didn't end up helenaaena.

there is some rustling noises and the sound of breathing, and she does seem to be holding the omni too close to her mouth.
]

Where might I find a dragonpit? Dreamfyre is cold.

[a somewhat overlong pause.]

Thank you. My name is Helaena Targaryen.
Edited 2022-10-16 01:36 (UTC)
hauntedsavior: (⚡ did you cross the earth to be silent?)

[personal profile] hauntedsavior 2022-10-16 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
[anna smirks. she's a corrupting influence and she knows it. but one cigarette won't kill anyone. besides, she doesn't say, god's gonna be way madder at me for this next one. she puts the pack away into her pocket, the needle with it.]

Now just hold it between your lips like this. [she takes venus by the wrist and guides his fingers upward so he can have the cigarette where she wants it to be.] And don't flinch.

[she brings her face in close to his. it's inches away, and she smells of salt and smoke and oil and anything else that venus might pick up on. her eyepatch has faded bloodstains on it; her hair is grey and a very pale red mixed in with the white. her touch is gentle, like she's done this before, like she's not forcing him to stay in one place and giving him as many chances to run away as he'd like to take. without removing her own lit cigarette, she moves her cracked lips so the little death stick she's addicted to touches the tip of venus'.]

[when she sees it spark to life, she takes her time pulling herself back. letting go of his hand. leaning back out of his personal space. she knows she's hot. she knows it, for sure. she is about to ruin it with the smoky little endcap that she can't stop herself from saying. hopefully it's in a low enough voice that it still sounds the way everything else has looked.]


Then you wrap your lips around it and suck.
wingstosee: (union)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-16 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ he fumbles with the cigarette, putting it between his lips - first on his own, then helplessly in her grip. don't flinch? it's easier said than done. just about everything makes him flinch, after all-

and then she leans in, inches away from him, and he couldn't twitch even if he wanted to.

she smells like machinery, some part of him notes. anna smells like radios and engines and cigarettes, and her clothes have stains and her hair is tired and running low on color despite itself. she's nothing like neptune's carefully manicured, intimidating beauty. she's nothing like jupiter's soft laugh and hungry looks and fruity shampoo. she smells, looks, sounds like danger. like a sharpened sword.

it's the most profoundly beautiful thing he's ever seen. she's the most profoundly beautiful thing he's ever seen. he thinks he might have forgotten how to breathe, between the way his heart spikes and the way his guts coil and his two eyes focus dead on anna's one, wide and cyan and utterly defenseless. the cigarette sparks to life, and anna pulls away, and for a second it's all he can do to not protest - "wait," or "stop," or "please, look at me like that for just a moment longer."

and then anna says that next line, and that's what finally gets the red flush to cross his cheeks. he's never heard someone just... say it like that. he's definitely never heard a woman say it, in that voice, with a cigarette she lit still between his lips. he thinks... no, scratch that, the way he shifts in his seat and tries to discreetly check his robe are all the proof he needs. he wants to hear that again, to do that again, to see it again.

but for right now, he does exactly what she said. he reaches up to steady it with his fingers, and he wraps those soft lips around it, and he sucks-

-and almost immediately blows out a cloud of smoke in a coughing fit.
]
hauntedsavior: (⚡ our shields were all but shattered)

[personal profile] hauntedsavior 2022-10-16 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
[anna is aware of the effect she has on women. which is interesting, because this isn't a woman she's talking to. maybe she really is just that hot.]

[she reaches over and pats venus' back when she sees him start to cough, and whatever spell they were weaving together is broken, at least from her end. she is very graciously not looking down into his lap, though she's certain of what she'll find there if she did. instead, her face is writ with concern and amusement both at once.]


Hey. Don't suck it too hard. [she's gonna be a little shitty about it.] Catch your breath. Try going slower if you want to take another drag. You got this.
wingstosee: (unacceptable)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-16 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah! [ he manages, in between two terrible shallow coughs. ] Sorry! I. Wow. [ and then, as he manages a full breath in, then out, he manages to squeeze out: ] It's hot??

[ well... yeah. it was pretty hot, wasn't it, venus. he breathes in, and then out, and then in, and when he doesn't hack up a lung this time he finally raises the cigarette to his lips once more. the second attempt is honestly a bit pathetic - less of a drag and more of a teeny test puff - but he doesn't choke this time. he just screws up his face a bit and says: ]

Huh. [ a moment's thought, a moment's concentration. ] It's not... as bad as it could be?
hauntedsavior: (shores of tranquility)

[personal profile] hauntedsavior 2022-10-16 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
Sure hope it's hot. It's fire and smoke. [she gives him a temporary reprieve. gives him a chance to get used to the feel and taste of cigarettes. she is making him into the absolutely worst kid, and she's totally fine with that.]

And it's sexy as hell. [reprieve over. she leans back and tilts her head up so she can blow a plume of smoke up and away from them.] You're welcome for the new arrow in your quiver if you ever want to impress those girls from back home. [she takes the cigarette between her fingers and lets it rest with her palm on the boardwalk.]

You're the first dude I've ever done that with, though. Usually I don't have the cigarettes getting in the way. [yes, if there's an implication that venus is drawing, it's the correct one.]
wingstosee: (shouldhaveknown)

1/2

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-16 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, [ he says, like it's only just now occurring to him that a cigarette is in fact a flame and smoke, and then when anna says that next part, ] Oh. [ is it? it's... well. yeah. it absolutely, obviously is. she's living and walking proof of that. but it still feels weird, so he crosses his arms, careful to avoid burning himself. ] That's not... I wouldn't do something like that. That's just creepy, you know? Besides, they're not... They don't like guys. Not like that.

[ for a moment, it looks like anna's stumbled on something that actually might have made him more unhappy. he's frowning, flushed red, looking uncomfortable in a way that's hard to describe... ]

wingstosee: (smilingsoft)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-16 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ and then she says that, the first dude i've ever done that with. and even though it's not much, it's not enough to change things completely, it's still a new context. she doesn't like guys, either. not like that. this wasn't just her flirting with a guy.

he doesn't fully know why that makes his chest rest easier, why the knot in his guts eases just a bit. but it does.
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Haha. You're the first girl I've ever done that with, either? If that helps. [ it's a joke, and an obvious one at that. but he still seems like he's relaxing, a tiny bit. he takes another puff, shaping his lips into an O before blowing out a more controlled stream of smoke. ] ...last night, before I woke up here, I, uh- I did a lot of things for the first time. I drank without my parents, and I played truth or dare, and I, um... I got chosen to play Seven Minutes in Heaven with a girl.

[ it's weird. he shouldn't be saying all this to a woman he just met, someone ten years older than him. but she feels safe, just as much as she feels dangerous. she feels like the devil's whisper, with the three of them huddling around a radio. he needs that, right now. ]

We didn't- kiss, or anything. [ he laughs, and if he sounds a bit sad he certainly doesn't sound like he regrets that so much as what it stood for. ] But she touched my hair a lot, and she told me I felt... Different? Safe, I guess. And I feel like that's probably good enough. You know?
hauntedsavior: (⚡ take the wind and the snow)

[personal profile] hauntedsavior 2022-10-16 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
[he can say as much as he wants. she's listening without speaking, and if that makes her divine then bring on the concubines. her eye is fixed on him, even when she picks up the cigarette again and takes a slower drag from it. he tells that story about going into a closet and playing seven minutes in heaven, and she tries not to smile. he tells her that the girl wanted to play with his hair, and that the girl felt safe with him. he's not like other boys, in so many words.]

[she blows the smoke out over her head again. a signal to the devil who lives inside of her, maybe.]

You're getting good with that smoke. [she's quiet.] Did you like it? Getting that close with her. Even if nothing happened. [a memory stirs.] Did it make you feel right more than it made you feel wrong?
wingstosee: (shouldntsay)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-16 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
Haha. You're just saying that? But thank you anyway.

[ did he like it? he... maybe? he thinks about it, as hard as he can. ]

I mean... I don't really know whether I felt right or wrong. Mostly I just felt relieved, I guess? [ it's hard to remember much past that overwhelming gratitude, really. he pauses. ] If you're asking whether I thought she was cute, I mean. Yeah? Obviously? I just didn't want to... She already liked the other girl I told you about. Neptune, remember? It was really obvious. I didn't want to get in the way of that.

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