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Deer Country Mod ([personal profile] reddosmod) wrote in [community profile] countryclub2023-01-25 12:08 am
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JANUARY TEST DRIVE MEME!

JANUARY 2023 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.

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IMAGE DESCRIPTORS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE

Prompt One
[Image One: Bloody Candles]
[Image Two: Anatomically Correct Chocolate Hearts in a Coffin]

Prompt Two
[Image One: Woman in restaurant, dressed in pink, surrounded by mannequins.]
[Image Two: Creepy looking mannequin staring]

Prompt Three
[Image One: Hands touching and holding at sunset]
[Image Two: Girl Screaming with her Mouth Fused Shut.]

A TYPICAL ARRIVAL WITH A SWEET TWIST
WHEN: Last Week of January through all February

WHERE: The Shores, Boardwalk and throughout Trench

CONTENT WARNINGS: Mild Body horror for arrival, additional warnings for Blood Bonds and the Chocolatier:
* Blood Bonds: Blood ceremony, bodily ceremony, telepathic/empathetic connections, possible forced/coerced relationships.
* Choclatier: Themes of temptation (non-sexual and/or sexual), addiction, blood sacrifice, severely warped personality/reality including temporary amnesia, inability to use body, paranoia, vomiting organs, homicidal feelings, mild body horror.



For those who are arriving, they are fortunate. The worst of the ice and chill of the Season of Bone is fading. Any ice flows are breaking up and it is safe for little squidlings to come to shore, wakers present to help them with cups of hot cocoa and heavy robes to ward off of the cold. Nothing, however, removes the almost bleak and dreary state of the world. All of the beach seems washed with a sort of white that remindes the mind of bleached bone. Transformation from squid to the sleeper's natural form is slower, because of the cold, but does not pose any real difficulty.

Warm Food is prepared in the form of stews, complemented by bread that tastes heavily of mushroom. Unlike prior years, no roses are given to the new sleepers, though there are roses found throughout the city of trench. All of them, however, are black as midnight and there is an ominous sense to them should a sleeper think to reach out and pluck the blooms. Should someone do so, they will feel an increased paranoia about their relationships for the next few days and the natives of Trench will give them a wide berth, refusing to sell them anything at the shops and shooing them away, though there is no outward sign of anything being amiss. Whispers in town hint that the Doorway is in a poor mood this year.

Nevertheless, the patron pthumerian of the month can be seen around Trench. Bonding Rituals remain very popular this month and many seek to curry her presence during their rites. She shows no outward sign of discomfort or disapproval, yet there seems to be more blood than usual on her ivory blade as she stands in silent vigil wherever a ritual is performed.

Anyone who yearns for a bit of sweetness that they might associate with the waning chill of winter will find themselves meeting a sudden and disturbing fellow (CW: Some Blood/Disturbing Content in some chocolates. Please check warnings in prompt). The chocolatier, who was seen in past years, still wanders about and appears to any who yearn for a happier time in the otherwise gloom of the month. His offer is simple. A little bit of blood, for a little bit of sweet. What is the harm in it? Why his sweets even have mystical properties to make life interesting!

FAQ:
* The Chocolatier option remains identical to what happened in 2023, and is available throughout the last week of January and into February. The chocolates offered have not changed this year.
* Blood Bonds are available all year round, and the method of getting one is easily learned from any local in Trench, or from a Sleeper. While they can be performed every year, they are more powerful if performed in this month (Player discretion) and the Doorway is more likely to be present to bless them personally.

WAIT FOR ME
WHEN: Anytime in February

WHERE: Anywhere in Trench

CONTENT WARNINGS: Body Horror, Loneliness, Depression elements, Being Trapped in One's Own Body, Psychological Horror



Sleepers have been working to put an end to the strange plague afflicting pthumerians. Still, while there has been success, something seems off this month nevertheless. Even if she is not ill, the Doorway appears to be in a foul mood and it is felt by many. There is a moody, brooding sense that permeates the whole of the city, as if something were supposed to happen that did not. It's the awful sense that one gets when they expect to meet up with someone for something important and, without warning, that person does not show and there's no explanation. That light gnawing at the pit of the stomach when worry or irritation sets in grows steadily worse. Is this about someone specific, or a general malaise? It's hard to tell what sets it off. For some, it comes waiting by the coast in the hopes a loved one arrives this month. For others, maybe someone was just busy and ended up late for lunch. It might not even have a visible cause.

Whatever happens, the dreadful reality settles in almost immediately. As they wait, the person begins to feel their body stiffen. It does not feel like the lockjoint disease, but rather a sudden and whole-body hardening of the person. Within seconds, they feel their body solidifying into a state almost like a mannequin. Unable to move, they can feel a dread cold leeching into their heart as they are forced to watch, to wait for whoever was supposed to be there. Why aren't they here? The longer that they are there, the colder that they feel, and if they are in a secluded place it could feel quite perilous. However, no monsters can seem to harm the person, their body nigh indestructible. The frigid state, however, denies them the ability to sleep or even blink, forced to watch the world as a prisoner in their own mind.

Palebloods are somewhat fortunate in this state. All palebloods trapped this way find themselves able to telepathically communicate with loved ones or people close, regardless of distance. Their voices, however, are always in a state like the wail of a ghost regardless of their mental state. For anyone else, they can manage to mentally connect through the network to plead for help using an omni on their person, though only in Text form until they are released. So, at least they are not trapped without escape, unless by chance they forgot their omni, but you wouldn't be so foolish as to leave home without your phone would you?

HOW TO CURE THE CONDITION:
Several options exist. Anyone with a "Blade of Mercy" (a gift given last February) could use it to sever whatever connection caused the person to feel like they are waiting, though that might very well sever the emotional connection entirely! The very person that they are waiting for could arrive, in which case a kiss (on the cheek, on the lips, gallantly on one knee to the back of the hand. Whatever works for you!) or an apology for tardiness should suffice to warm the heart. If there is no source, or if that person cannot arrive (or chooses not to), any friend or even new acquaintance can try to help the person not feel quite as alone in their waiting through some reasonable means. Any cure-all for corruption will also help with this condition.

The locales do not have any idea officially how to cure the condition, but they may suggest some of the above simply because it seems helpful at the time. At the worst, the condition does eventually fade with time.

FAQ:
* This can happen in a public location, or entirely remote, wherever you wish.
* The above "Cures" are not exhaustive. Any reasonable act that establishes or re-establishes empathy for the person trapped will cure them.
* Paleblood Telepathy is not limited by distance. However, non-palebloods must have their omni on their person in order to mentally link to it.
* This condition does not lead to death, but if allowed to persist is a reasonable source of higher corruption.
* If untreated, it will usually clear up in a couple days, or at most a week. If a player wishes to use this as a form of hiatus in February, they may, in which case it can last all month.

YOU TAKE MY BREATH AWAY
WHEN: The First Week of February

WHERE: Anywhere in Trench

CONTENT WARNINGS: Choking, Asphyxiation, Body Horror, Dependency, Possible Death



Self-reliance is a powerful tool in the city of Trench. You have to be able to take care of yourself, lest the dangerous elements on the fringe of the city overtake you and claim you in the night. Right?

The Doorway could not disagree more. To her, people depend upon each other. Corruption is only cleansed through the presence of others and conversation, connection. Cures and potions are, in her thought, unreliable. Even going to the Blood Ministers is more of a last-ditch effort when all else fails as she sees it. Sometimes? People need a little gentle reminder, a push to get them to rely upon each other more. Unfortunately, what a Pthumerian considers a gentle push to be tends not to be so gentle.

It happens at random, though it seems to happen most of all when it involves people who might not want to be close. You come into contact with a person, and just as you start to speak, you feel your throat throttle. It is like there is an invisible noose around your neck. No visible rope exists, but the air is cut off. You double over, gasping for air that will not come. Even if you don't or can't breathe you find yourself choking like a flopping goldfish out of water! As you reach out for help, you can see to your horror that the person you are trying to meet is choking too! What do you do? There is only one cure to this situation. You have to get to the other person quickly. There's still time. Maybe you can find some sort of solution if you get there. Deep down, you know you just need to be closer.

The moment that the two choking sleepers make contact, they will be able to breathe. The relief of oxygen entering the lungs comes instantly, though there is a problem. Any time you break contact, you begin to choke again. So long as you are able to stay in contact, you're safe but any attempt to break that contact is potentially life threatening. There is no solution other than to hold onto each other, hold hands, whatever it takes to maintain contact. For how long you ask? Oh, for at least an hour. But it's not like anyone's actually going to give you a timer on this. Will you just put up with it, or will you keep experimenting only to be choked repeatedly.

FAQ:
* Anyone can be affected by this, no matter physiology. It defies magical powers, biology and even blood powers.
* The effects last no more than 6 hours at the absolute max and most of the time it will end within 1 hour.
* Effects will cease when the two participants go to sleep (No accidental chokings). As a result, the effect will always start at least an hour before you might normally go to sleep.
* Yes, you can choke to death if you want.
* There is no knowledge of the effect amongst the locals and no warning about it, so there is no real warning on how to "cure" this other than the compulsion to get close to the other choking person and trial and error. Or Patience!
* No, the Doorway isn't sorry.

CODING
shiro2hero: (DID YOU JUST CALL ME "DADDY")

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2023-01-25 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
Doorway he trusted you
toguchi: (Default)

Chozen Toguchi | Cobra Kai | Coldblood

[personal profile] toguchi 2023-01-25 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
1. wait for me
[cw: body horror, locked in, psychological horror]
[ The situation Chozen found himself in is beyond strange. So far past strange, in fact, that the only thing for it was acceptance, since beating his fists against the universe's whims has never gotten him far in life. The people he encountered after he crawled out of the sea have been kind, and a cup of hot chocolate and some comfortable robes went far in bolstering his spirits.

After only a few conversations (and how lucky he is these strangers speak Japanese!) he has come to a tentative understanding of his circumstances. The concept of falling into another world isn't so outlandish he can't come to terms with it, presuming this isn't a particularly vivid dream (maybe produced by his new, more comfortable sleeping arrangements).

As much as a person could handle this well, Chozen would like to think he's given his best in the attempt. His own person isn't what concerns him. The thought that crept into his mind, persistent and worrying, was of another.

A passerby unaware of the affliction besetting Sleepers might mistake the grave looking figure of a man closer to sixty than forty poised by the sea with a mug held between his hands as an extraordinarily lifelike statue. He has no way of informing them otherwise. ]


2. you take my breath away
[cw: choking, asphyxiation]
[ And if it's not one predicament, it's another. Chozen's wanderings on the boardwalk brings him into accidental glancing collision with someone else - around the corner of a warming tent, perhaps, or when he steps back from a railing he was wistfully peering over.

He is about to offer a prompt apology for his clumsiness when his throat closes. He reaches for his neck, foolishly, as though to grab at fingers there, but abandons the effort immediately when he sees the other person struggling for their own breath. Without thinking, he reaches out, meaning to offer what help he can without regard for the limited help one choking person can give another - only to find his airway cleared at the second contact.

Chozen sucks in huge, grateful lungfuls of air, blinking away his shock. With a tight rasp, he asks the first question that springs to mind: ]


Are you all right?


3. wildcard
[ PM me or ping me at [plurk.com profile] terriblepurpose for alternate starters! ]
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[personal profile] miyagimagic 2023-01-25 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ Having only just shown up at the beach, Daniel is still entire unaware as to what's tending to afflict people there this month. He's more there because word has come out about new arrivals, and he can never quite stop himself from going to look, because what if this time it is Amanda or the kids, and what if there's something dangerous going on, and what if he isn't there--

There seems to be no sign of them out there on the sand as Daniel looks around - though that doesn't mean there's no sign of anything familiar at all. Sure, the figure he's spotting in the distance could be someone else entirely, a case of embarrassing mistaken identity, but it would certainly not be the first time Daniel has allowed his thoughts and heart to run away with an assumption and take it as truth.

So he ignores the idea that he could be wrong here, instead allowing the onset of emotion and near-adrenaline to carry him, starting to run across the sand in the direction of the figure, probably accidentally bumping into someone in his hurry (though graciously apologizing, Daniel is a man with tact!!) before he gets closer to the figure. ]


Chozen!

[ It's only after calling out the other's name that he arrives next to the form, realising that it is at least not an embarrassing case of mistaken identity, though Daniel is a little too caught up with his head in the realisation that the other man really is here to realise just how rigid his form is.

(And, you know, it is Chozen. If anyone would be sitting like that..) ]


Chozen, you're-- you're here! [ And not dead being the implication in there that no one could pull out of those words, though there might be a little more breathlessness and emotion in those words than such a statement may need without that implication haunting Daniel's mind.

But surely something will start concerning Daniel a little more in a moment that the thought may have to be pushed to the back of his mind for a few more moments. ]
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Soubi Agatsuma | Loveless | Coldblood

[personal profile] pinnedwings 2023-01-25 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
Wait for Me
[cw: body horror, locked in, psychological horror, depression, possible objectification]
He will wait forever.

The wind pulls at his coat and his hair as he looks out toward the sea. The boardwalk is the first place he was brought upon arriving, and so it is reasonable to choose this place to wait to be found again. And he will wait as long as he needs to. He knows beyond the shadow of a doubt that he is meant to wait.

Resolved, the erratic panic in his chest slows to something else. An inevitability. A course of action - or inaction. But it is better than being aimless. If Soubi notices the way that his body stiffens, frozen from the outside in (or the inside out?), then he makes no indication. He does not flinch at the sudden onset; he does not look away from the shore.

There is no letting go of the life he woke from; there is no him without the bonds forged. Where is he? Soubi feels the cold like rime ice, diffuse and encompassing. Even his breath feels cold as he pulls it into his body, helping whatever it is that is hardening him, making him into a living statue.

Soon he cannot blink. Something quiet and treacherous whispers that he is waiting for nothing. He has been discarded, washed up in this place, and no one is coming.

Find me.

Will anyone hear him? Does a bond exist in a place like this? Soubi's fingers freeze resting on his neck, holding loosely and covering the bandages wrapped around it; the other hand is in his pocket, lightly touching the device there. Unbeknownst to him, the omni in picks up and broadcasts the quietly desperate plea onto the network:

un: agatsuma

Find me.

Find me. Findme. Findmefindme

Take My Breath Away
[cw: choking, aspyhxiation, dependency]
Whatever he meant to say no longer matters. As soon as he opens his mouth - to apologize for clumsiness, to snap at someone else's, to ask directions or advice - his throat contracts. It is not an unfamiliar feeling, but it is near impossible not to feel the first spike of panic when his air is cut off.

Soubi's breath stutters through his throat as an unseen force tightens around his neck like a rope. Rather than doubling over, he goes still, as if trying to avoid pulling the invisible noose tighter. There is no stopping it as the airway threatens to close entirely. His gaze cuts to the person he'd been intending to speak to and finds them in a similar state of breathlessness.

This is no excuse. This is no reason to suddenly forget the spells at his fingertips, even if they require words. Soubi tries to choke them out against the pressure, but his voice is cut off by the unyielding force. Panicking is useless. It will solve nothing. Think. He closes his eyes in an attempt to quiet his mind, and it's then he feels the pull toward this other person. Soubi's eyes flash open, sharp despite the fact that he's starting to feel lightheaded.

It can't possibly make things worse.

Soubi's hand lashes out to grab the other person tight around their wrist, perhaps more harshly than he needs to. It is the only thing he can think to do.

Notes
[Happy to match style if you prefer to use brackets. Please note Soubi's list of warnings here.

Also happy to play out his arrival if anyone would like to do that. Feel free to PM with questions!]
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Symbiosis | Teenage Exocolonist | darkblood

[personal profile] consymsus 2023-01-25 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
🍄 arrival 🍄
[The man is naked.]

[At least, he appears to be a man - a human, but longer. Stretched out, just a bit. Lanky limbs, long slender fingers. Even his face seems a little more lengthy. Looking at him feels like you're looking at an AI generated image of a person. Oh, and his eyes don't have pupils - or irises. They're a glittery iridescence, pale in color, almost matching the faint lavender of his skin.]

[He's hunkered down now, observing a non-sleeper squid. Clearly attempting to communicate with it, and failing. He stands up, abruptly, and with an inhuman, fluid motion. His hair is long, black, and... seems to be drifting about like seaweed in the air.]


I am lost! [The weird man announces. But he really, really does not seem at all upset at this. Instead, he seems delighted.] I have never been lost before! It is so novel! What must we do next?


🍄 take my breath away 🍄
[Suffocating is, it seems, a very unpleasant thing. It isn't a death he has ever experienced before. At least, from what his backups' memories can tell him. Maybe he has, and simply hadn't had a chance to upload the memory. This would be far less distressing an experience if he were able to reach the rest of his kind. Be able to reach the Array.]

[At least, the feeling of a throat closing isn't as alarming as it would be, were he not already familiar with the concept of shapeshifting.]

[Still on the beach, or on the outskirts of the forest, a tall, spindly individual pinwheels his arms about. Black clothing flutters almost madly in the motion. Until his hands land on another Sleeper.]

[Hopefully somewhere normal, like their shoulder. Not that he would notice terribly - embarrassment is a concept he hasn't quite mastered understanding yet.]
Edited 2023-01-25 07:42 (UTC)
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[personal profile] toguchi 2023-01-25 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Daniel-san.

An already improbable situation made even more so. Daniel had been the person Chozen's thoughts turned to first after he regained his equilibrium. He was, after all, the one most likely to mark Chozen's absence. Chozen had been struck with the worry that Daniel might be concerned something untoward had happened to him, and imagining his distress and ready self-blame had been the cause of no small amount of dismay on Chozen's part.

Now, it is almost as though those feelings called Daniel to his side, complete with the wrenching ache of hearing exactly the sort of concern Chozen had hoped his friend would be spared in Daniel's calling out to him.

And Chozen can do nothing to soothe him. He cannot will even his eyes to shift one iota to show Daniel he has heard him, let alone move his mouth to answer. The icy dread flooding him from his heart to his belly seems to plunge an impossible degree further into frigid stillness, eclipsing any relief Chozen might have mustered otherwise at the prospect of help.

Thus, a paradox: from the cold, a spark. This is an intolerable position to remain in, and although Chozen does not know how to escape it, he is more determined than he already was that he must. It will not do to leave Daniel in fear for Chozen's safety, however (arguably) reasonable such a fear might be.

Chozen focuses with all of his concentration on stirring the index finger of his right hand. He cannot see it, with his eyes fixed forward, or feel much of it in the chill that holds him in place - but one twitch, one tremor, one sign of life - anything at all -

Nothing happens yet. He does not give up. ]
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Ash Lynx | Banana Fish | Paleblood

[personal profile] jadedlynx 2023-01-25 01:34 pm (UTC)(link)
a. wait for me

[ This new world is exactly that: new. Ash's circumstances makes more sense than most, some of who don't seem to remember dying. Of all the stories and reassurances given to him in life, no one had told him he'd get reincarnated via squid. But he did, and he now has a second chance at life or another life he has to live, depending on the perceptive.

No matter the outlook, this world is strange in so many ways. For examples, it has having very human life mannequins in the streets.

Very, very human like. Ash pauses and waves a hand in front of the 'mannequins' face, sure he looks ridiculous. ]


Is this some kind of horror movie setup?

b. you take my breath away

[ He doesn't know them, the person he glances to briefly as he makes his way through town. It's the sort of random look that happens when two people are crossing opposing paths. Ash is about to look away when it hits. If not for the hand that goes to his throat, it would almost seem like he isn't experiencing the same choking sensation, but Ash and his partner loses the ability to breath simultaneously.

The next rush of information comes quickly. He's choking, someone else is choking, and only the two of them. Instantly, a memory from earlier in the morning resurface and receive clarity. At the time, Ash assumed the two people were drunk and fumbling. Now, he's the one reaching for this person he doesn't even know.

Or, if he's unlucky enough to experience it more than once, he doesn't even bother waiting before reaching out.

It's annoying for someone he keeps to himself by default, but it's also necessary. ]
strikefirster: (No time ever seems right)

1. CW: Drunk behavior. Johnny Lawrence.

[personal profile] strikefirster 2023-01-25 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Comfortable robes and a hot chocolate? Meet a ratty old bath robe, a formerly white tank top stained yellow from beer and sweat, and a stubby bottle of Coors Banquet. Johnny had... gotten a little better at walking around town in a drunk stupor, but that didn't mean it didn't still happen from time to time.

It wasn't that anything bad or traumatic had happened either. He just got a little too drunk and managed to get loose from the dojo. That's what happened when there was no one there to reign in him.

Either way he comes stumbling down the road and only stops when he comes across the frozen Chozen. There's a brief moment where he stares at the other guy, unable to discern if he was real or a statue.]


...What are you looking at?

You never see a guy out having a good time? Huh?
Edited 2023-01-25 14:39 (UTC)
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[personal profile] slightlytaller 2023-01-25 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[His throat suddenly closing when he accidentally bumped into the stranger he was checking in on was a shock that ignited the righteous anger of a tiny young man-- and the rush of cold air that filled his lungs was a relief, but not a balm on the sparks that had ignited into a roaring rage. Waver Velvet, still appearing all of nineteen and looking like a small ghost in his oversized white cloak that signified his status as a Waker, whirled on him with venom in his eyes that were the same green as an angry sea.]

What the fuck was that for?!

[He sputtered, jerking away-- and immediately dropped to his knees when his throat started to close up once more.]
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[personal profile] centi 2023-01-25 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
The air is gone, just like that. He's only ever experienced this a couple of times before — in battle, with an enemy's power wrapped around his throat as tight as hands; and one time that guilt and panic has overwhelmed him so bad he thought he might die. But even if Ritsu thinks he knows what this is, it hasn't become any easier.

His first instinct is to strain himself trying to draw in a breath, cheeks flushing, a hand lifting to clutch uselessly at his throat. It takes him a second to look around in fright for enemies (but he doesn't sense any) and he doesn't even get to consider trying to calm himself from a panic attack before Soubi is grabbing his other wrist.

His throat loosens, and he pulls in a desperate shaky breath, the kind of gasp that comes from breaking the surface of the water. Then his brows draw down and he pulls his hand away petulantly —

Airless again. Ritsu looks at the older blond man with wide panicked eyes, and this time it's his turn to reach out, desperate for whatever life preserver the man had just offered him. If he's the cause of this sudden choking... well, he can figure that out once he can speak again.
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[personal profile] toguchi 2023-01-25 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The voice is unfamiliar. The face, once it crosses Chozen's fixed point of view, is not.

It is beyond baffling to be confronted with the fabled Johnny Lawrence, Daniel's first rival, on an otherworldly winter beach. If Chozen could speak, he would wonder aloud at the odds, which surely must be astronomical.

But there is nothing he can do but weather Johnny's haranguing, and ponder how it is that he speaks such excellent, natural sounding Japanese. If Chozen were not looking, he would think he was outside a bar back home, being harassed by a drunk there - which he thinks of now wistfully as an alternative. ]
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[personal profile] centi 2023-01-25 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Excuse me, sir.

[ Ritsu has always held a polite reference to his elders, and now is no different. If he could avoid disturbing this serene old man he would, but the situation is urgent. ]

Have you seen my older brother around? He sort of looks like me, but with flatter hair...

[ That's not a very good description, but he's anxious. Ritsu had only taken his eyes off Shigeo for a second, and he doesn't want to walk all the way back to the house just to meet up again. Does Shigeo's nice lady house have free hot chocolate? It doesn't seem likely! He's so caught up that it takes him a moment to realize the man isn't moving. ]

Um... hello? Excuse me?

[ He edges around to the side, trying to get a better look at Grandpa-sama without actually touching or disturbing him if the old man is just deaf or lost in thought. When this gets no reaction he tries harder to get the man's attention, even overcoming his sense of proprietary to gently tap Chozen's arm, wave a hand in front of his face. He can tell the man has lifeforce, is not a statue, but that's where it ends; Ritsu is no telepath. ]

Huh...

[ He might try more ludicrous ways to help. What if he uses telekinesis and floats the old man someplace with other adults?

Or, Chozen can find him later, when being reunited and kissed has brought him back to movement and life, and explain the situation since Ritsu is going to be worrying about him otherwise.
]
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[personal profile] toguchi 2023-01-25 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Chozen darts forward with speed and deftness that belies his age, joining Waver on his knees, clasping the young man firmly by his shoulders. Breath returns once more, and Chozen does not need a diagram set out for him to connect the dots. ]

I apologize. I was careless.

[ He is not surprised the boy is angry, and so takes no offence to it. He had a hair trigger temper himself at this age. ]

As for this - [ he taps his chest ] - I do not know what is causing it, but I must ask you to remain calm. We will figure this out together.
toguchi: (013)

[personal profile] toguchi 2023-01-25 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This is awful.

This young man is clearly in need of assistance, and Chozen is unable to provide it, or even to acknowledge the request. Worse yet, even in his search for his missing older brother, he has stopped to take the time to attempt to assist Chozen, who surely is better off than this polite young fellow. After all, Chozen has no brother to have lost sight of.

The gentle tap on his arm is a startling burst of warmth and motion in his frigid state. He feels the rigidity that has trapped him tremble like crystals in resonance, which is not the most reassuring feeling he has ever had, but it seems to dislodge something in his throat. Chozen seizes on the glimmer of opportunity, musters all of his will, and squeezes out a sound from between his slightly parted lips. ]


Hnnnnn...
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[personal profile] slightlytaller 2023-01-25 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Ehhhh~!

[A scowl grew on his young face-- though, this time it wasn't expressly because of the new arrival. Waver Velvet heaved a long-suffering sigh of resignation, recalling the responsibilities that the Lord Professor had taken on as well the way a certain someone who was larger than life had pulled him under his great mantle in times of danger.]

Okay, [he said, ceding the point to the stranger.]

The Pthumerians have been sick. I bet something's wrong with Doorway, and that's why this is happening.

[It was a puzzle that he would need to ponder over later, when he had a few moments to himself.

... Whenever they came.]


I guess we're stuck together until we figure this out, [he said, reaching out to hold onto the stranger's arm. ] At least you seem pretty calm about it. Some people really freak out when they wake up.
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[personal profile] centi 2023-01-25 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A noise!

Ritsu startles, and then grabs Chozen's arm much more firmly. Not because he thinks it's the contact, just because he wants to try and turn that frozen body a little more, away from the serene view and towards Ritsu.
]

Hey, are you okay? Are you trying to say something?

[ The movement disturbs the liquid in the mug, and a little spills. ]

Careful!

[ Ritsu will just take that, carefully unwrapping the fingers as needed to place it on the railing. It's gone cold, which is when he really starts to think something might be like. Wrong-wrong. Didn't Ritsu say there was strange stuff that happened here? Pthumerians? Beasts?]
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[personal profile] strikefirster 2023-01-25 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Johnny on the other hand has never seen this guy before in his life. But he's squinting in a mix of confusion and annoyance.]

Oh. I see how it is.

You're too fuckin good to talk to me huh?

You must think you're all that? Well you aren't.

I'll fuckin' prove it too.

[And unfortunately for anyone who might be in the area. Johnny undoes his pants and a faint stream of yellow bursts forth, gently sprinkling along Chozen's leg. The snow on the ground. ...And unfortunately Johnny's own leg because his aim is really not great in this state.

He's giggling up a storm as he does it. Like he's real proud of his work too.]


Yeah? What do you think about that? Not so high and mighty now are you, statue?
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[personal profile] toguchi 2023-01-25 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As the scent of drunkard's urine floods the air, Chozen reflects on the capriciousness of fate. He has come on an unfathomable journey to a foreign land, transformed from squid to man, and been afflicted by forces beyond his understanding, all for it to come to this.

Johnny Lawrence lives down to his reputation, if nothing else, but given that it is only his leg (and not his hair, or heavens forbid, his eyes) soaking up the man's ire, Chozen is able to muster a measure of pity for him. It must be very terrible to live one's life so sensitive to disrespect that silence is taken as a challenge.

He hopes that Johnny does not draw a penis on his face. ]
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[personal profile] toguchi 2023-01-25 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Chozen's fingers uncurl with a series of light knuckle pops he would rather blame on his bizarre affliction than his age. The carefulness of the young man's aid shakes lose more of the hardened, lifeless sensation of his body, and his thin senseless noise pitches upward approvingly. ]

Hnn!

[ When Ritsu steps back with the cold drink, Chozen shivers, twice, and then (what relief!) blinks. He pops over his jaw and wriggles it from side to side, making a succession of elastic face as he works out the stiffness there, then flings his hands to the small of his back and arches to crack it, a huge rush of air escaping his mouth in relief. ]

Ah!

[ Much better.

He smiles warmly at the helpful young man before he bends lightly at the waist in a bow of gratitude. ]


Thank you very much, young man. I didn't know how I was going to get out of that one!
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[personal profile] strikefirster 2023-01-25 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Once Johnny finishes his business he fumbles to button his pants back up, except he doesn’t quite get it right and his pants end up falling down to his knees, and then his ankles.

But he looks at the frozen man, with his urine covered pant leg and grunts.]


Yeah- That’s fucking right. Not so smug now, are you?

[There’s a pause and Johnny holds the glare for a moment. But eventually it starts to soften up, showing a hint of remorse. He puts a hand on Chozen’s shoulder.]

Shit- man. I-

Look you’re a real badass. Taking this shit without reacting-

I just…

[There’s a pause. And on a normal day Johnny would just bottle this all up, but the booze had a strong hold on him.]

There was this chick, you know?

Yeah. You’ve gotta know. You look like then kind of dude that’d have a chick.

But I knew this one chick. She was an absolute babe. Tits like you wouldn’t believe. She wasn’t exactly nice- But I think that was more of an act than she’d ever admit.

But she’d probably pour acid down my throat if I said that- so keep that on the quiet side.

Who am I kidding? You wont say anything.

[He gives Chozens a chest a playful little nudge to his chest. But then he nearly slips on his fallen pants and he quickly wraps that arm around Chozen’s shoulders to support himself. Don’t mind him as he just hangs here.]

But the point is- she’s gone. She didn’t even say good bye or come back for one last fuck.

And there’s this kid- she’s in a bad spot and we were trying to do something about it together?

And how am I supposed to do that on my own?

[He hangs his head. Burying it in Chozen’s shoulder.]

I’m just starting to get a foot forward with my own kid….

It’s just a lot man…

You know?
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[personal profile] miyagimagic 2023-01-25 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's no response.

And, sure, Daniel's rational mind can think of explanations for it. Chozen could just be a hallucination - it wouldn't be beyond what this place usually pulls, especially since it must have known he wanted to see the other man, to make sure he was alright, to apologize. Or Chozen could be pranking him all over again - and while some may say he wouldn't prank him with something that could obviously cause Daniel distress, but the other did threaten to kill him out in the woods as a 'fun' 'little' 'prank'.

But his heart won't have it. It's already running three miles ahead of him, bringing on the panicked worry that's so familiar to Daniel when it comes to other people's wellbeing, and even more so the wellbeing of people he cares about. He isn't even considering those rational explanations, because Chozen is here, but he's not moving. He's not reacting at all.

If anything, he almost seems--

Daniel drops to his knees in the sand next to the other figure, not caring about the wet sand getting all over his nice pants. His hand reaches out to latch onto the other's wrist, fingers pressing into the skin there firmly, but not enough to hurt. He's just looking for a pulse, and thankfully Daniel is at least met with that. Even if it's only a small relief in the middle of all of this. ]


What's wrong..? [ He tries to ask, even though it's not like he got a response a moment ago either. Maybe the words flow out of his mouth more instinctual than anything else - worried, caring - and the next moment he's already turning his head to try and find someone paying attention to the two of them around them.

He raises his voice, trying to grab anyone's attention - even though it makes the worry and rising panic in his voice all the more audible. ]


Hey, I-- I need some help here! [ .. it seems that everyone is a little too busy with other things for now though, since no one approaches, despite Daniel's attempt.

It makes the man turn his attention back to Chozen for now, frowning as he desperately tries to figure out what's going on here, or how to fix it. His hand moves, relinquishing its hold on the other's wrist to instead rest his hand right on top of where the other's fingers are curled like stone around the mug, like the contact is the only thing that's keeping Daniel from fully flipping out in this situation.

(His own hand trembles faintly.) ]
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[personal profile] toguchi 2023-01-25 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Chozen nods at the young man's explanation peacefully, understanding not a word of it. What is important at the moment is that it seems to comfort him, which means that he remains calm, if still understandably disgruntled. He gives one arm (not both, just in case) a pat. It is a familiar gesture he wouldn't normally make, but these are circumstances that call for it. ]

Would 'freaking out' help with anything, eh?

[ He shakes his head, his smile thin but warm. ]

It is better to remain calm, and in control of oneself, when facing challenges. Why make two problems when you already have one?

My name is Toguchi Chozen. It is a pleasure to meet you, although maybe it would be better if we were not already brought so close!

[ What can you do? He shrugs, then shifts to get his foot underneath him, poised to stand. The other man is younger, but judging by the size of his biceps, perhaps less sturdy than Chozen is. ]

Let us get up, and we will investigate a solution. I am sure one will present itself in no time.
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[personal profile] toguchi 2023-01-25 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ At the beginning of Johnny's rambling, Chozen wishes he had the capacity to roll his eyes, just a little. He may be able to weather this clumsy abuse with calm, but that does not mean he enjoys it. He is many things, but a perfect man has never been one of them.

But then he goes on, pouring his heart out like a salaryman at karaoke, and a man who had only been a figure of Daniel's past becomes a man leaning on Chozen's shoulder in the span of a few minutes. A very sad, very drunk, very half-naked man, burying his face into a stranger's shoulder as he laments his lot in life. A woman out of reach, a child he cannot help, another child he cannot reach.

Chozen cannot know what truly happened to him, or what part he had in these sorrows. Weeping drunks are notoriously unreliable narrators. But that does not matter here, where none of those people are, and it is only him with his rapidly chilling leg, and Johnny, with his heart (and other delicate organs) bared for all to see.

The thaw comes slowly. He feels as though his arm crackles like ice in spring time as he brings it up to support Johnny by wrapping it beneath his shoulders, Chozen's hand coming up to pat the head of his bicep in (slightly awkward) reassurance. ]


Yes.

[ His voice is hoarse, but not so bad. He swallows around the dryness there and wriggles his toes, which are full of pins and needles. ]

When life is difficult to bear, it is easy to lash out at others. To become lost in one's own anger and confusion.

I cannot say what you should do next...except we should help get you back into your pants. I think someone pulled them down while you were not paying attention.
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[personal profile] toteninsel 2023-01-25 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's not Chozen's fault he's bumped into Ariane. She's been so absorbed in her work that she didn't even notice him come near, and besides, the chilly boardwalk isn't exactly the ideal place for sketching. Judging by how absorbed she is, however, Ariane doesn't seem to mind, her legs swinging over the sea as she sits with her pencil and paper.

The choking does snap her out of it, though, and like Chozen, Ariane reaches thin fingers towards her own neck.

And then, just as suddenly, it stops. There's a hand on her shoulder, and she looks up to the person offering it. ]


I -- yes. I'm sorry, I don't know what happened. I must not be used to the sea.

[ An explanation that doesn't make much sense, but then again, neither did that entire episode. ]

Are you?

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