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Deer Country Mod ([personal profile] reddosmod) wrote in [community profile] countryclub2022-09-25 09:57 pm
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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.

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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
abornfighter: (announcement)

[personal profile] abornfighter 2022-10-24 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
You might want to avoid any property that's close to the water. There was a flooding problem a couple of months back due to someone majorly offending Mariana.

[Never a good idea to stab the ocean. Especially when it's something that people are resurrected from.]

jedies: (Twin Suns)

[personal profile] jedies 2022-10-24 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
I tend to hold a more positive view than most, considering where I was before I came here.
in_loveless_memory: (You Make Me Blush)

[personal profile] in_loveless_memory 2022-10-24 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Ritsuka shrugged and then turned his head away, clearing his throat and wanting to offer comfort to an adult he actually liked, said:]

We can't all be pessimistic nihilist, Obi-Wan-san... nor should you be. Optimism suits you. [His face is beet red, this is always so difficult.]
jedies: (A life that seems small)

[personal profile] jedies 2022-10-24 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ aw. obi-wan reaches out to squeeze ritsuka's shoulder gently. ]

Well, I'm glad you think so. I believe life is easier to build here than it was in Deerington, but it is a matter of opinion.
in_loveless_memory: (Thank....you?)

[personal profile] in_loveless_memory 2022-10-24 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
[He initially tenses at the touch, mostly because any touch from anyone is taken as a potential threat, but it passes very quickly because Obi-Wan is friend shaped and also labeled as "safe" in Ritsuka's mind and thus he relaxes in a matter of seconds afterwards. His tail swishes and he looks up at Obi-Wan.[]

I guess I better start building, then. Who knows how long I'll be stuck here this time... hopefully a car doesn't fly into the house I pick the first month I'm here this time.
jedies: (Some who dream of dawn)

[personal profile] jedies 2022-10-24 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
Let me know if you need any help.
survivalthroughhate: ([TPM 63] Robed)

[personal profile] survivalthroughhate 2022-10-25 11:07 am (UTC)(link)
"The matter is closed. I will not listen to you further on it," Maul said airily as he pointedly walked away in the other direction. Ritsuka had made it clear he didn't want to deal with him any further but he'd said nothing about others dealing with him on Maul's behalf. He even had the gall to raise up a hand and wave cheerily goodbye in Ritsuka's general vicinity.

That left Ritsuka with the two helmeted figures. Perhaps realizing that two grown adults with weapons looming over a young boy looked pretty bad, one of them pulled his helmet off and knelt down to get more at eye level with the catboy. He had scraggly hair and a beard that looked like it had seen better days. It was Vin, one of Maul's most devoted followers. While his zealotry was at an all-time high when it came to serving his lord, he wasn't a cruel or harsh man. "Hey, look, I know this all seems really confusing and disorienting right now. How about we sit you down somewhere and take a moment to get you something warm to drink? Sound like a plan?" While he would of course be reporting everything done and said back to Maul, for the moment he was earnest in his desire to help out Ritsuka.
wingstosee: (dismay)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-25 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Um, [ he says, in the tone of voice of someone who doesn't know what any of that means and thinks this somehow reflects on him, ] wait, you mean your parents, right? Maybe?

[ he's closer to nona's body in years than hot sauce, and closer to hot sauce's brain than nona's - but he's small, and not particularly well-built, and honestly could probably pass for a young teen with the way he steadfastly refuses to hold himself. ]

Oh god. Everyone had to leave? [ wait, no, no time to dwell on that. he's being asked about his home. ] Um. It's. Bad, I guess? It's hot and sweaty and everyone hates you.

[ that one's also delivered truthfully, though it's followed up with: ]

Me. Not you. It's- it's a general kind of "you."
Edited 2022-10-25 14:31 (UTC)
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[personal profile] gotaknife 2022-10-25 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Martin starts back as Ange reveals that the strange green fluid everywhere is blood. He can't imagine whoever the blood belonged to is still alive, which means there's a chance they're going to find a body somewhere too.

He reaches forward as though about to touch it to confirm and withdraws his hand again, recalling the warning.

"That's an awful lot of blood..." There's probably some hidden danger here somewhere then, which means they may be in danger too. "Looks like it's still pretty fresh too?"

He's not even going to touch the obvious question about why the blood is green. It can wait.

He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "We'll have to be careful. Like. Really careful. Stay close, okay?"
wingstosee: (smilingsoft)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-25 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
That's. Incredibly nice of you? [ and he means it, too, not in the way he means everything he says but the way he means the things he means. ] I'll... I mean, hopefully I won't have to take you up on it? But if things get rough I'll let you know. It's my first time being homeless, so.

[ the words could be a wry joke, coming from literally anyone else. from venus, they just sound. like a vaguely nervous, vaguely polite statement. ]

Also I think that's my first ever nickname? Like. Actual nickname, not just things you call someone when you hate them. So. Thanks.
wingstosee: (ohwow)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-25 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
that's. kind of crazy?
i feel like that goes past super duper surprised
like if god showed up and he was just. a cat or something i'd probably have to take a moment
and i'm sorry about july
and maybe never more too?
really that all just seems like it sucks

how do you know which one is yours...
do they send you a note or something
or do you just kind of. get hit by everything
wingstosee: (shouldhaveknown)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-25 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
i wouldn't want to enforce it anyway
only real a-holes do that kind of stuff.

also i feel like you would probably be able to kick my butt if i even tried. i guess that's just a hunch? but it seems like a good one
foulhussy: (pic#14401108)

[personal profile] foulhussy 2022-10-25 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
your right
people that give a shit about rules just want somebody to be punished for breaking them.

i totally could
but i wont
i think your fine
seriously, be careful out there.
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[personal profile] floatsaway 2022-10-26 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
It was definitely a bit of a weird experience when I found out.
I didn't really know what to do, considering I, uh...sort of put her in time out when I first met her.
Cuz she ate my food. ^^;;
But thanks, I'm slowly getting over it, little by little.
Helps to have nice people to talk to. ♥

Uhhh...I actually don't remember exactly, but I'm PRETTY sure they'll give you gifts on your "blessed day" or something. That can be anything from a birthday, to an anniversary, or just a date with significance attached to it for you.
I also think there's a few locals that can, uh...just tell? Like fortune tellers or something. One of them told me my Omen was a bear before I ever met it.
There's supposedly a welcome group that's supposed to give people information when they show up here.
in_loveless_memory: (Fake smiles)

Wrap?

[personal profile] in_loveless_memory 2022-10-26 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
It was just as well that Maul could not read Ritsuka's mind mostly because he was cursing out Maul with every fiber of his being. But who knew, maybe Maul could feel it through the bond anyways, sometimes Soubi could sense his agitation.

He pinches the bridge of his nose and his tail is swishing wildly as he has to take several deep calming breaths...

He takes one...

Then several more...

Give him a moment Vin while he takes as many as he can to think clearly.

While he's taking calming breaths the question at hand is what to do with the zealots? They sound nice, but as they follow Maul, they're clearly idiots. No one looks at Maul and goes "ah, yes, there's a man who makes rational decisions, let's follow him!" So what was the appeal? Power? Sure, Maul had his Force schtick (and Force Stick, for that matter), but unless Maul was the ONLY Force user here, the Force couldn't be the end all be all reason these people followed him. He certainly wasn't handsome enough for rabid fans like some celebrities with no skills. He wasn't smart enough for academic rabid fans either.

So violence perhaps? But then why be nice to him? Why not just have them beat the ever-loving shit out of him and throw him back in the ocean?

Oh... right, Maul really wanted to bond with him what with the amplification...

Fuck.

Okay, so... they potentially sought power or craved violence from the metallic moron. So how to deal with them? Antagonizing them was setting himself up for punishment and as he was, Ritsuka was in no position to be fighting anyone. If he played helpless they would likely get too nosy and worse, clingy, wanting to get into his business and insist Maul be involved in his protection. Nice, polite, but deeply distant and independent.

It was his transfer to middle school all over again.

He took one final deep breath before putting on a bright, but distant, smile, ever the sight of calm and collected, not even his tail nor his ears gave away his emotions. Maul could try to use those to read him like a book, but Ritsuka had spent years having to perfect complete and utter control on his facial features for his mother and for nosy adults.

"Ne ne, that's so kind of you, truly, thank you," he offered, a stark contrast to how he treated Maul. "I would love any information you have to give so I can get myself settled as quickly as possible."

This should keep them from insisting he needs anything from any of them. Hell, he'd lie and say he had family here already if needed to make sure. Would it make Maul look "nice?" sure, the temporary 'kind and benevolent powerful cult leader' was a minor loss compared to the giant win of Maul staying the fuck out of his life this time.
in_loveless_memory: (Wibble)

[personal profile] in_loveless_memory 2022-10-26 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
Oh... um... thank you. [He blushes.] I wouldn't mind the company as I get some actual clothes, at least then I can give you back your cloak?
gerosilas: (it only gets worse)

[personal profile] gerosilas 2022-10-26 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
[helaena smiles at her mother, it widens when she speaks of rhaena. her mother could not have known rhaena, rhaena left the crownlands before her mother came. helaena does not know if she envies her. she would like very much to escape with her children, but she doesn't know who she would give blackfyre to (and she would not like to leave her mother, but she thinks her mother would stay).

she laughs a little at the request, incredulously. things happen so rarely that helaena does not expect––but she hadn't expected to come here (who might have taken her mother flying, that she has cause to regret it? her father never claimed another dragon after the black dread; helaena does not blame him, though others might).
]

I would be glad to take you, but I haven't seen it done. We can go to Dreamfyre, I think she would not mind. There is not so much sky here as there was, though.

[she does not know how to explain the monsters that lurk above their heads, worse than dancing dragons.

her omen says "The Tower of bone casts not light but shadow, there is no haven in the stars."
]
gerosilas: (nice to me......)

[personal profile] gerosilas 2022-10-26 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
[he is not reassured. helaena considers this.]

She will kill no one here without my command. [a pause. helaena has never felt as if she has ever had any choice in what does or doesn't happen. still, she makes one.] I will not allow it. Dreamfyre is a dragon gently bred, and she has only ever flown away from war.

[she crosses her arms nervously, not for warmth. helaena is not particularly nervous, but she is not particularly comfortable with strange men, nor is she used to hiding it.]

I am Princess Helaena Targaryen, and I am very grateful for your help, Lord Jin Guangyao.

[she curtsies, without uncrossing her arms. then she turns back to her dragon, resting a hand on her snout.]

Will you be comfortable here, Dreamfyre? I will look for a dragonpit in town.

[the dragon makes a noise?? it seems friendly??]
Edited 2022-10-26 06:43 (UTC)
jedies: (To face his fears of failure)

[personal profile] jedies 2022-10-26 11:24 am (UTC)(link)
You can keep if you want.

But I'm be honoured to keep you company.
wingstosee: (doushio)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-26 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)
you put your god in timeout?
and she just. let you?
your god sounds kind of awesome actually. i'm. i think i'm jealous?
sorry if that's sacriligeous. a little sorry at least.

i think i talked to the welcome group already? it. i didn't get very much. anna and shiro told me a lot more
or at least they told me more stuff i could understand? i feel like that might have been the problem actually
like the welcome group was great for. you know
"you're a squid now, and also in another world!"
but they also didn't mention there was no money, so...

or maybe i just missed it. i'm pretty bad at noticing things haha
hauntedsavior: (⚡ the spirit's alive (tonight tonight))

[personal profile] hauntedsavior 2022-10-26 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Pff. [she waves her hand like it's absolutely nothing to worry about.] I've been damn close to homeless before. Just want to avoid putting anyone else through that. Plus, you know, you're chill. And it'd be nice showing you that three people can exist without throwing one of 'em to the wolves.

[this is not always something that she is good at, but she's been in V's position before. she really would hate to put anybody through that deliberately, like the world and that summer camp of V's has been so damn invested in doing with her.]

You're part of an exclusive nickname club now, V. Welcome to the party.
melodyofsilence: (in the words that it was forming)

[personal profile] melodyofsilence 2022-10-26 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Fear is a powerful force, but not everyone here is cruel," she says it softly, not completely disputing his words because anywhere feelings existed, so would cruelty. If he wanted to talk about it someday, when they were friends, Hotaru would listen. Even now as strangers, she'd listen.

"You're welcome. It's important, to have people that are nice enough to care about most people they meet." That was her subtle way of saying she would worry no matter what he said. Ritsuka was a friend of Makoto's, and so Hotaru cared.

"I can do that. How about we walk the boardwalk and I fill you in on what I know?" She nodded her head to the walkway. There were others that knew more than her, had been here since things changed, but Hotaru has learned some things.
subject_013: (In shadows)

[personal profile] subject_013 2022-10-26 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Best to leave them to their fate. [A tilt of the head toward the wasps.] I wonder if there is a means of cultivating these insects. [As if thinking out loud. He steps back, beckoning Harry to follow him, though he prefers to leave this being to their demise.]

We Sleepers know them as the Blood-Crazed Zealots, though some call them the Cenobites. As far as we can tell, they began as devotees of a Pthumerian known as The Tower. Except that their master withdrew his presence, and in his absence, their devotion has decayed into fanaticism.
Edited 2022-10-26 23:20 (UTC)
stayscared: (lighter)

[personal profile] stayscared 2022-10-27 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
[his ears haven't yet begun to bleed, and they only ring with the hollow remnants of voices that have dissipated that have been dismissed by the temerity of his strange companion - there's a huff of admiration at the ease with which she seems to dispatch the unseen horrors. at this rate, he might never get to the bleeding ears stage.

in the face of this she is unimpressed, peevish and inconvenienced. he doesn't know what to make of it, so it's greeted with blanket acceptance - and a bit of recognition that obviously, this is not her first, nor likely her fiftieth horrorshow rodeo against such abominations.

oh, he'll light it. the lighter's scooped up with an ease that's at utter odds with the rest of what he's feeling, an anchor - a familiar weight in his hands that teases a bitter, resolute smile he is glad to feel on his face, a biting tilt of a thing to counter a biting tilt of this building and all its thirty one flavors of fucking wrongness. the first flick does nothing, but he only flicks again, and a third time because it works goddamnit - he remembers this if nothing else. he knows thing song and dance. and dance it does, that sweet little flame - a fistbump of fire to ignite the torch - a dance of lights and patterns that make him feel as if the floor beneath him is swaying, moving.

is it breathing?

well, if it is, not for long.]


Here's to hoping. It's worked before.

[another smile, but even in the torchlight, it's a cold one.]
subject_013: (Trying to look normal)

[personal profile] subject_013 2022-10-27 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
[The weasel looks from Blair to its Sleeper and back again a few times.]

Oy, Boss, she's easy on the eyes, but did I say summat wrong? She's gettin' all fuzzed-up?

[The critter asks this in a working-class accent in sharp contrast to their 'Boss's' more posh accent.]

Cypher, my dear Omen, I think you've startled our newly arrived little kitten. [To Blair he continues.] Don't mind Cypher and his nosiness,. He's quite friendly and cheerful. Perhaps even a little flirtatious.
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