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Apocalypse How Mods ([personal profile] apocalypsehowmods) wrote in [community profile] redstringtheories2022-11-01 08:31 am
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TDM #16




➥ Arrival

Photo of a modern office building from the outside. There is a manicured lawn with several trees and bushes. To the left side of the photo, there is a waterbody with reeds around the fringes. There is a purple gradient filter over everything.
(cw: potential for severe disorientation/vertigo, claustrophobia, arachnophobia, body horror)

It happens in the blink of an eye. You may have been asleep. You may not have. You may have stepped through a door or turned a corner. You may have seen a flicker of something at the corner of your vision and turned to look. Or maybe you didn't.

It doesn't matter. What matters is that you find yourself somewhere entirely new and entirely unfamiliar. The arrival point is not always the same. (If you're lucky, it might be a canteen or an open office. If you're not, well... you aren't claustrophobic, are you? Or arachnophobic. These ducts do seem to be a bit cobwebby.) You might even arrive in a section of building that has been demolished, leaving a pit of rubble open to the sky–hope you're up on your tetanus shots! There is no one waiting for you but you don’t seem to be alone, either. Even in a janitor’s closet or the bathroom, you’ll find at least one person who seems to be just as out of place as you are. The one exception is the demolition zone off what used to be one corner of the building: it seems the security teams are keeping a particularly close eye on that area to document new arrivals and bring them in quickly.

If characters have arrived in a location devoid of NPCs, they may want to work together to figure out what is going on... or to avoid their 'kidnappers.' If you’ve arrived in the middle of the entry foyer or the gym, there may well be a few people who startle a bit at your arrival and try to approach (or discreetly leave the room... where are they going?). Will you cooperate or fight? Do you even understand what they're saying? You might need to find a translator, if you’re not immediately willing to follow a stranger.

After characters follow their new hosts (or are forcibly taken in) there will be a limited tour and the chance to settle in at the ADI-provided housing. (Do you enjoy living with strangers? Well. It's a new situation to navigate, anyway.)


➥ You Are what You Eat

Photo of a roll of toilet paper covered in a thick reddish goop. A set of fair-skinned hands holds a knife and fork as if preparing to cut into the roll.
(cw: pica, eating disorders, altered mental states, rhythmic grating sound in link)

Weird things happen in Dogtown, everyone knows it. And the weird things have been getting worse. Much worse. The rise in dangerous rather than merely uncomfortable or startling phenomena has put an end to ADI's use of Dogtown as a testing ground for new recruits. Under ADI's advisement, the City of Gloucester has officially and indefinitely closed Dogtown to the public, and work is ongoing to construct barriers around the entire park to prevent trespassing. Dogtown's borders are now patrolled by Gloucester law enforcement as well as ADI employees from the Investigations and Security divisions, who document phenomena visible from outside its borders and actively keep people out. New arrivals who volunteer for the work may still find themselves dropped off outside the borders of Dogtown in order to beef up patrols and help document paranormal activity while receiving an introduction to the kind of work ADI does. An employee will give you a GPS device where you need only press a button to alert ADI there is severe danger and someone needs to come help you right away, explicitly instruct you not to actually enter Dogtown, and leave you with another person at the edge of the park. Maybe they're a new arrival, as well, or a more seasoned 'veteran.' Either way, you're together for the next while and you've been asked to record any paranormal activity visible from outside the park. Those who succeed in documenting anything peculiar will receive a $100 reward to be used as they see fit, but those who are caught entering Dogtown in pursuit of such proof will be reprimanded and receive no reward.

It’s been quiet for some time now, the looming things too easily mistaken for signal towers linger around the edges of town or even brazenly within the city blocks when the night is at its deepest and few people still walk the streets. At least nothing new seems to have slipped the fence recently, but those towers still shift every so often. At least until they go suddenly very still, planted where they’ve stopped for more than a week. Still, it’s quiet.

What breaks the silence starts insidiously low, like it’s not meant to be noticed, but it builds until it feels like it’s all that can be heard, rattling and thrumming through bones and veins in a way that nearly burns until all at once it ends.

For some, the change might be sudden, like a tight, twisting, hunger in the pit of your stomach that no ‘traditional food’ will abate. Perhaps it’s gradual, as the taste of things you love turn gray and ashy in your mouth. Maybe you don’t even realize it, as you find a rogue snack laying out on your counter. Who left this pretzel stick here? Your pretzel stick now, even if it’s tougher than you might expect when you go to bite into it. A pencil snaps within your determined bite and whether you notice the inconsistency then or not, it’s…really not half bad.

For a few days after hearing the signal, food just isn’t the same anymore, or at least not the same definition. Anything inedible can be edible if you try hard enough, never mind the bloody gums or lacerated tongue. Careful not to chip a tooth on your bowl of nuts and bolts…but at least it’s almost as good as cereal!


➥ Pieces of You and Pieces of Me

Photo of miscellaneous doll parts in a wooden box.
(cw: supernaturally induced paranoia and obsession; creepy dolls; unnatural pain; burn injuries; memory loss)

It begins with a scuffed and torn paper package in your mailbox. The label is handwritten, addressed to you personally at your apartment (or at Bonnie's address), the stamps mismatched and the postal mark smudged beyond readability, with no return address to be found. It feels important. It feels like something you should open in private, and the urge to hide it away lest someone take it from you is strong even before it's opened.

Inside is one piece of a disassembled doll. Perhaps it's a delicate ceramic arm, or a dingy plastic head with empty eye sockets. There isn't any rhyme or reason to the type of doll part one receives, but all of them are well worn and look like they're at least a few decades old. There's an immediate feeling of connection, a lizard brain fear of losing the piece. And then the next day there's another package, another piece that clearly belongs to the same toy, a renewed urge to keep the delivery secret and safe…and an urge to begin assembling the toy as more parts arrive over the course of the week.

Those who give in and put their dolls together as the pieces arrive will seem to suffer no harm as the days go by and their doll nears completion, but their thoughts will only grow more obsessive and protective of the toy the closer it becomes to completion. Those who resist the urge to put the parts together will feel a bone-deep ache in each part of their body that corresponds to one of the pieces they've received, like that part of their body is dying. Anyone who destroys, throws away, or surrenders a piece of their toy will feel an immediate, sharp burning like that part of their own body is being seared away. The pain may dull down after a while, but it doesn't go away unless they are able to retrieve the discarded piece and put it together with the others they've received.

Just one week after it all began, the final package arrives. Here it is: the last piece you need, the last piece to complete the doll and make it yours, keep it safe, keep yourself safe from some unknown, dreaded danger. As soon as the last piece pops into place, though, the doll bursts into flames in your hands, rapidly burning away to ashes. With it goes something important, but it's impossible to say what. It was a memory, wasn't it? Some vital piece of knowledge? You knew something before the doll burned that you don't know now and the loss is an aching gap in your psyche.

ADI tries to intervene, of course, after a few people manage to resist the dolls' compulsion and turn in the parts they've received for study and destruction (this is the most physically painful option of all and an incredible act of will). A bulletin goes out advising everyone to turn in any unexpected packages, and offering support for anyone who's already received pieces and is willing to hand them over. But those are all just lies and tricks so they can steal from you and carve you to pieces–best find a way to hide your doll from their prying eyes until you have all of its parts.


➥ The Heart of the Cards

Photo of various tarot cards spread out across as surface
(cw: potential for car accidents, broken bones/injuries, supernatural compulsion/personality alterations)

With Halloween passing this year without a proper celebration or anything horrific happening, HR Woman, Pam Ruan, is on a mission to retake another holiday from the Fears (and her own fear): Thanksgiving. She's coordinated for a grand feast to be held at Hammond Castle with the castle's caretaker, Simone Clark. It seems Simone owes Pam a favor and Pam is ready to collect with a private event registration.

However, she needs assistance with preparations, including scoping out the kitchen, deciding on how to set up in the Great Hall, and finding good places for decorations. Those agreeing to assist will find themselves unleashed upon the castle and advised that it's currently operating as a museum, so please try to be respectful as you do your work.

In addition to the castle's usual fare of interesting 'supernatural artifacts' and medieval weapons and armor, there is an exhibit on the history and practice of tarot readings. Poster-sized cards of the Major Arcana can be found scattered around the museum, and a more concentrated exhibit can be found in one of the side halls. There are informational plaques and diagrams showing how various tarot spreads might be placed and interpreted. There are also some tarot decks scattered around the area with tables that have outlines of different card reading options. Try your hand with a friend! There are helpful booklets providing information on the deeper meaning of each card.

For those less inclined to test out the available decks, there are still those poster-sized versions. Invariably, those who spend any length of time within the castle will find themselves drawn to one of the cards. Perhaps it's the Tower, that harbinger of some sudden change. Perhaps it's the Hermit, a marker for contemplation and a search for something. Whatever the card, those drawn to it will find themselves experiencing… something in the museum or after they leave related to the more dangerous, horrific, or negative aspects of that particular card. Those drawn to the Tower may experience a personal disaster on their way home: struck by a car, tripping and breaking something, losing a large sum of money on a bet. Whatever would be a disaster to them. Those drawn to the Hermit may find themselves feeling increasingly lonely, even when around others. They might feel compelled to act on that, to try to stave off the loneliness as best they can with connection… whether the other person wants them or not. Or perhaps they have a sense that they've lost direction in what they're doing and need assurances or a guide to help them.

The cause of these misfortunes may be difficult to pin down as the effects of the tarot cards may not manifest for a few days up to a week. It seems Fate is waiting for the right moment to touch its prey.



➥ Mod Notes
  • ARRIVAL (November 1 - 30): Two people will always arrive in the same general location together. Arrivals occur throughout the early month, not all on the same day or in the same place. Arrivals are not naturally fluent in English/other languages immediately upon arrival. Characters may attempt to evade capture, but they will eventually be snagged before they can leave the building (or the rubble that used to be part of the building). PC's already in-game are more than welcome to interact with and try to guide new PC's to get them oriented. Please refer to the Arrival page for details regarding the arrival and onboarding process, as well as information about the state of ADI Headquarters.

  • YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT (November 1-15): The signal can happen randomly and more than once, it’s fed through character’s phones and sometimes even random car radios. Characters will find themselves drawn to eating things that absolutely isn’t food, inanimate objects, dirt, leaves, anything that does not consist of a normal or healthy diet. It is up to players whether this comes with hallucinations of it being proper food or if they know full well what they’re eating and simply can’t stop. Other characters can see the ‘food’ for what it is and try to help. While there is a low-level compulsion to eat things that aren’t typically food, characters can resist the urge, they’ll simply find regular food holds no appeal to them while afflicted.

  • PIECES OF YOU AND PIECES OF ME (November 1-8): Not all characters will receive packages, and there is no apparent pattern to who does or does not receive doll parts. Everyone will be generally encouraged to speak up if they know someone is hiding doll parts, and characters may be asked to help take doll parts away from a known recipient (whether by diplomacy or by force). Everyone who does receive the packages will receive them over the course of a single week, one part per package, with multiple packages sometimes arriving in the same day. Everyone who receives doll parts will receive all the matching parts they need to assemble a single doll. When the dolls burn they may cause injuries to characters' hands and so forth; the severity of injuries is up to player discretion. ADI's medical department will do their best to treat wounds, but will not authorize the use of any kind of healing magic for non-fatal burns.

  • THE HEART OF THE CARDS (November 1-21): Characters are welcome to have been cheerfully wrangled for assisting Pam whether they would be the sort to generally assist or not. She is a woman on a mission and will use her Disapproving Grandma face on you if you try to weasel out of helping. For the tarot cards, players may choose whichever Major Arcana card they would like to play with, in terms of effects. It does not necessarily need to be the card you believe represents your character; although, it can be! In terms of interpreting the negative effects of each card, we will leave that up to the players. We simply ask that someone who gets, say, the Tower Card, doesn't have part of ADI HQ suddenly collapse. A restaurant they're in, though? Sure! Go for it. Make everyone around town suffer with you. For those with cards that have more cerebral misfortunes, we encourage folks to think about how those can be used to facilitate CR. E.g., someone who gets the Strength card may experience severe insecurity, leading them to beg others for reassurance. Someone who gets the Empress card may find themselves acting in an overbearing and smothering way toward people, even those they don't know. Someone who gets the Fool may find themselves being especially inconsiderate or starting fights they know they can't win. The tarot card exhibit will disappear after the 21st, off to some other town. The effect on an individual from the tarot cards may be a single instance of something happening or could last up to a few days/a week if the effect is more cerebral/personality-related.
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[personal profile] edalyn 2022-11-15 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah well you've got me there, [Eda mutters. But most of the crimes are against the Emperor, and she's hoping that if nothing else comes out of whatever's going on here, she'll have heard the last of how great that particular man is.]

Last I remembered... part of the next day. Luz filling me in how that even--yeah. [She does her best not to dwell on the topic. She'd been agonizing over whether to try and tell him any of it--but hey, at least that's not her job now. Even if she's still deeply concerned. One thing at a time.] And the last thing you remembered last time was a few weeks before that.

[She looks him over again, paying more attention this time. It's not just the scars... his hair's grown out some, hasn't it?]
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[personal profile] byeeeeeeeee 2022-11-16 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
That... [He draws a breath.] That was months ago.

[He's thankful that she skips over the "next day", though he worries just how much Luz told her. They'd agreed to keep each others' secrets, but that would have come later.

And a few weeks before that, he would have still been scraping around for Belos's approval. It sends a small shudder through him.]


We escaped into the Human Realm on the Day of Unity. We've spent the last few months trying to find a way back.
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[personal profile] musicdied 2022-11-16 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Is there any kind of pattern that can be discerned? People living in certain areas, working for certain companies, that sort of thing?
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[personal profile] ruevealing 2022-11-16 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
[There's no world in which anyone being startled or frightened by Rue's true form doesn't cut them into ribbons, doesn't absolutely decimate Rue's heart. Of course there's a part of them that understands what they look like to most, especially to humans, that an owlbear of their size, with talons like those, looks so much more like a threat than a friend. But even knowing that doesn't ease the sting for Rue.

Because all it reminds them of is the painful echo of the Chorus chanting at them - "And we do not fault you for your outburst. It's in your nature". How after millennia spent serving them, spent shoving themselves into boxes that didn't quite fit, Rue was still nothing more than an awakened beast to the very court who raised them.

Eda growls, folds back her ears and defends Rue's very right to be, and without missing a beat, the owlbear's shoulders straighten with a huffing ruffle of soft feathers, their chin tipped upwards, a clawed hand resting over Eda's elbow.]


I'm afraid that my time's already spoken for, gentlemen. Good day.

[And they will happily let Eda guide them out of the room to wherever it is they are meant to go. As long as they get to arrive there with a little grace and dignity, instead of being herded like an animal, Rue will go without any fuss.]
edalyn: (soft smile 2)

[personal profile] edalyn 2022-11-16 09:59 am (UTC)(link)
You did?! [On the one hand, she can't hide how happy the idea they're alright makes her. On the other, this is so much to take in. She might look a little in shock.

Even after the timeline confusion than she's already dealt with, the idea it's been months for him is hard to believe. Or is it? It's been months for her, too, counting the part where she's been here. Maybe that actually sort of lines up.]


Raine is here and they--they said we couldn't stop the draining spell. They didn't know if any of you kids were alright... [Which, whether or not Hunter puts it together, explains her earlier worry about him, specifically. The other kids, at least, didn't have coven sigils.

Part of her is afraid he's about to confirm her fears about most of the people back home, but knowing that anyone apparently made it out is so much better than it could have been.]


Edited 2022-11-16 10:05 (UTC)
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[personal profile] byeeeeeeeee 2022-11-16 11:19 am (UTC)(link)
[He nods. At least he has some good news for her. But it seems she's from too far back to tell him whether anyone they left behind on the Isles is okay.]

Raine is? And...they're okay? [This feels like good news. If they're here, and alive, then maybe everyone else is okay too. Is that wishful thinking?]

Everyone's okay. But... [He finds himself gripping the wrist with the sigil. Sometimes it still ached. So much of the day he can only recall through a painfilled haze.] The draining spell was stopped. The Collector, they...They're really powerful, and they stopped it.
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[personal profile] aelwyn_aberration 2022-11-16 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately it's rather simple. They will mistake you for a monster and likely kill you.

[Aelwyn sighs, crossing her arms. It's clear that she's not thrilled about it either. Her own appearance wouldn't prompt this reaction, but her magic would, and being without her magic feels akin to being without her skin.]

It's really quite a backwater planet. No magic at all beyond their nightmare gods.
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[personal profile] energyfieldgood 2022-11-16 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, maybe you slapped a shipping label on them so nobody would get suspicious.

[Which would be both unnecessarily elaborate and nonsensical.]

Fine. So you don't have mystery packages. Know of anyone who does?
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[personal profile] energyfieldgood 2022-11-16 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Paper. Yes. I think I've been doing that? Earlier...

[He's digging his notebook back out, flipping it open and yep, there's the ripped out pages. Well, might as well while he's at it! He takes another sheet, crumpling it up and tossing it in his mouth.

At least until Sheppard's question makes him slow in his chewing and look over with one of his patented withering look.]


What a brilliant idea. How come we never tried that before? We need to pitch that to ADI right away - let's all just not be afraid. Apocalypse cancelled!
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[personal profile] energyfieldgood 2022-11-16 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, I wasn't literally in space -- though, there was that one time where we were fixing that satelite and-- anyway. Uh. No. I didn't meet god. ... Met some self-proclaimed ones, though? That's always annoying. Especially if they herd some gullible followers around themselves and send them after you and then you're running through the forest again..."

Where was he? Oh! Right!

"Actually I was exploring a new galaxy."
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[personal profile] energyfieldgood 2022-11-16 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
The Bloom. That's, uh, a city? ... Forest? Forest-city?

[He's just guessing, really. Because that's kind of where he expects owlbears to live.]

As for the timing... that sucks.

[Even he can realize that.]

Me, I was exploring another world. Hence the-- [He gestures at his field uniform and the tac vest.] Not this world, though? It was actually in another galaxy. ... Which is kind of weird, see, because this is my planet? Except it's not my planet and even if it were, I wasn't on my planet before, so there's just a lot of universe hopping going on right now...
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[personal profile] edalyn 2022-11-16 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah... yeah, Raine's okay. [She doesn't bother to hide how glad she is about that, either. She starts to ask what he means by everyone--who all escaped, because she's desperate to know, but then she trails off as he goes on.

A small part of her wants to pull the kid into a hug when she spots him gripping at the sigil. Sometimes things are serious enough not to pretend she doesn't know what those are. But, well, she's not sure any version would let her, let alone one she hasn't built up trust with.]


The Collector? Luz mentioned--okay, okay. It sounds like I've missed a lot. Let's... go somewhere and talk? I'll buy you pancakes or something. [Because all else aside, her first instinct is to make sure he's remembering to eat here.]
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[personal profile] ferriswheelsandfootball 2022-11-17 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Even though the paper is still the best alternative, he winces when Rodney starts eating them, because it just--he hates it, hates Rodney being affected by something he can't help, can't fix, can't save him from.

Except, look.]


Well I don't know, I'm not--I'm not an expert in this kind of stuff!? I mean, we're talking about Lovecraftian entities and what's basically understood as magic, I'm a little out of my depth? I know that's easier said than done but not being afraid seems like the only thing we can possibly do right now to fight it!
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[personal profile] ruevealing 2022-11-17 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
Oh!

[To meet someone who doesn't know what the Bloom is? Rue really is in the mortal realm, aren't they?]

Where I hail from, Faerie, the magic waxes and wanes in its' strength through the seasons. And every time that the magic reaches its' peak, we call it the Bloom, this brief period when our magic is near inexhaustible. During the Bloom, all of the Courts in Faerie come together for a tremendous celebration. It seems that I have must have been whisked away right at the tail end of the event.

[And so far it seems, without their new husband-to-be. Rue can't help but agree about the terrible timing.]

I - [It's a little strange, to piece together what the man means.] I'm afraid I'm not following, my dear. You mean to say you were off planet? Still in the mortal realm but otherwise engaged elsewhere other than your world? How curious. You really are a great scientist, to have traveled so far.
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[personal profile] ruevealing 2022-11-17 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Rue's reaction is quite immediate.

Their soft, mossy green feathers puff up in surprise, a delicate gasp falling from their beak as their talons clack together in a too-tight squeeze of fingers. To face prejudice for their form is one thing, but to be killed for it? What kind of a nightmare place is this?]


I see. I must speak honestly, my dear Aelwyn, but I am most grateful to have met you then. Pray, even if our situations may not be the same, I can sense that you are a kindred flame. Though there is much for me to learn if I am to remain here, I implore that you simply ask if there's anything I can do for you in return for this kindness.
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[personal profile] byeeeeeeeee 2022-11-17 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
[The ghost of a smile appears - he's glad too - before it falls away.

She's at least heard of the Collector. That's a good start. So far they've just been throwing bits of information back and forth. It would be more efficient to find a starting point and lay everything out.

He winces. The lack of weight on his shoulder or on his head is suddenly...loud. He goes from holding his wrist to rubbing his arm.]
Sure. Maybe...not pancakes though.
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[personal profile] sneakery 2022-11-17 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Hob casts a glance toward the dark shadows beneath the trees that line the walking paths of the park. ADI's employees had been firm in their insistence that, no matter what he saw, he was not to set foot in the dog park. For his safety, they'd said. Considering how fragile humans are, he presumes their concerns are valid for themselves, but, perhaps, histrionic to Fey such as himself and Rue.

Rue...his head tilts in their direction, and he considers them from beneath heavy brows. To his knowledge they've never raised a claw against anyone, not in all the millennia they lived in Faerie. If they had it would have been a scandal the likes of which would have surely reached even the most remote reaches of the Goblin Court's domain.

Their question is a good one, from their perspective. It must seem obvious that safety could be assured by following the rules.

Reaching across himself to lay a hand over theirs at his elbow, he replies as gently as he knows how.
]

That is my dearest wish. [Wistful. Regretful.] From what I have gleaned it seems we have found ourselves in the midst of a battle I cannot fully comprehend. One thing I do know for certain: when on the field the rules of engagement are not so clear cut. A wise soldier learns to expect the unexpected and extemporize accordingly.
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[personal profile] edalyn 2022-11-17 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
Oh... yeah, okay. [There's a flicker of worry, because Eda feels like she just messed up in some way, but she does her best to shake it off. Still, it's a good reminder to try and stop making guesses based on the wrong timeline.]

Whatever you're feeling, then. Just figured this might be a while. [There's probably a lot they should fill each other in about on both sides, although she's a lot more curious about his right now.]
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[personal profile] ruevealing 2022-11-17 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Not even being removed from the half-truths and binding loopholes of the fairy courts can Rue get a straight answer. If Hob is correct - and there is just no reason Rue has to ever doubt him - then maybe the danger they've been warned against isn't strictly kept to the park.

What if no where is truly safe?]


Oh, Hob. I do not know that I would be able to raise a hand to anyone, in defense or otherwise. My nature has always been much too soft for any force of that kind. And before, as rare as it was that any danger did occur, I - [oh] Well, I always had Wuvvy to defend me.

[Oh, Wuvvy. Even just saying her name stings just a touch more sharply than Rue feels comfortable with. Their grip around Hob's arm tightens just enough to make their discomfort known.]

But - [And even if there's an edge of uncertainty to Rue's gaze as it drags along Hob's face, their voice is firm in deferring to the man's vast experience and knowledge on the topic.] If you think it best for me to learn, my love, then I will learn. I know I can't simply rely on you to protect me at every turn. I did not accept your proposal only for my well-being to become your burden.

[Rue falls into silence as they walk, just for a brief moment, their beak clacking beneath their glamour in quiet, thoughtful contemplation. But their resolve tightens and with it, they slip just a touch closer to Hob, where the brush of their real bodies alongside one another leaves Rue feeling so much more certain.]

Yes, I will learn. Just, perhaps, be patient with me. I may not pick up on things as easily as my wild shape suggests.
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[personal profile] byeeeeeeeee 2022-11-17 09:19 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you.

[He releases his arm and straightens up. Right. They have a lot of ground to cover. She deserves to know what happened.]

Uh, lead the way, I guess?
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[personal profile] edalyn 2022-11-17 10:50 am (UTC)(link)
Let's see... there's a pretty quiet place on fourth.

[He might notice that she's not suggesting just going back to ADI headquarters. It's possible she's simply picking something a fair bit closer, but it's also possible that that wouldn't be her favorite place to talk.

While she works for them, it would be a stretch to say she trusts them. In general, she's more comfortable in places with less cameras and less guards. And so for the moment, she'll just head for a nearby diner that's been more or less empty every time she's stopped in. The coffee is mediocre, but at least she doesn't feel watched there.]
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[personal profile] byeeeeeeeee 2022-11-17 11:25 am (UTC)(link)
[A "pretty quiet place" sounds perfect. He's less concerned with the where, as long as it gives them some privacy.

And the diner she brings him to fits the bill. He only spots a few people, customers or staff. It's quiet. The food is probably awful. He zeroes in on a table farthest from everyone and heads straight for it.

It's once they're seated that he deflates some and starts twining his thumbs around each other.]


I'm not sure where to start.
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[personal profile] demaelition 2022-11-17 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
He says 'wasn't literally in space and she deflates a bit but keeps listening. And she squints a little. "I'm pretty sure that's just called cults, dude." And she would absolutely know about cults.

"Also-" This deserves a hand on a hip. "-How do you explore a new galaxy but not go through space to do it? Did you have a teleporter or something cause, uh....those aren't real."
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[personal profile] bossyboiler 2022-11-17 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She blinks at him. Then she sighs. ]

Do you have any idea of how ridiculous you sound right now?

[ Does he? ]

As if I would tell you even if I did.

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