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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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Re: QUESTIONS

[personal profile] cotgraveseffigy 2022-11-02 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
What happens if someone assembles their doll with additional parts? Instead of making a human child thing, fill it out with other scavenged junk and turn it into something completely different?
aelwyn_aberration: (pic#15922816)

crossover of the century

[personal profile] aelwyn_aberration 2022-11-03 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Aelwyn doesn't like the gym on principle, and tends to avoid it at all costs. She's a wizard, not an athlete, thank you. And if they won't let her be a wizard, she can still be a researcher or detective.

Still, circumstances draw her to the place, and it turns out to be an error of judgement. How typical. She looks at the giant owl with tired eyes and a sigh, watching other people run past her.

It's a good thing her arcana is so high.]


You're clearly not just another monster. Fey, I'm guessing?

[If she seems exhausted - well, she is.]
aelwyn_aberration: (pic#15734219)

heart of the cards

[personal profile] aelwyn_aberration 2022-11-03 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
[She's cute, Aelwyn decides. She thinks this place will probably eat her alive - perhaps literally, but Aelwyn decides she appreciates the spunk necessary to turn what are undoubtedly haunted cards - and also not real arcana because that's frankly a fucking insult to her craft - and turn it into a house.

She smiles, crossing her arms with some interest.]


I'll try to suffocate myself quietly.

I don't think that's the intended usage.
messageforyou: (Little side eye)

Hermes ☿ Hades ☿ OTA

[personal profile] messageforyou 2022-11-03 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
☿ Arrival ☿

Hermes is not used to feeling weak. But he does feel weak, to the point where even his wings are failing him, and he can only manage to perch on the top of a bookcase to avoid the mortals below.

One of them is speaking in a language he can't understand (which is also wrong, because he's the god of diplomacy, he speaks every language known and unknown when he's at full power), and Hermes can only say in Ancient Greek-- "I haven't the slightest if you understand me, but I am not going down there."

He tries to make his point clearer by making waving motions at whoever is down there, like he's brushing them off. Go on. Leave him alone while he gets over... whatever has just come over him.


☿ Pieces of You ☿

Hermes has not been around as long as he has to not recognize dark magic afoot. A doll head and arm arrived for him, and he felt the pull to keep it all to himself, and he knew he had to get rid of it.

After trying to just throw the pieces in a lake, his head and arm practically exploded with pain, so now... he has to give it to the mortals.

It's one of the hardest things he's done. Not just because of the magic calling him to keep the pieces, but because of the wound to his pride. He's an Olympian. He shouldn't need mortals for anything like this.

But he hands over the pieces.

Aaaaand now he's lying on the floor of his so-called apartment, struggling to breathe through the pain in his head and arm. The ADI have tried to call him, but he hasn't answered. They'll probably send someone to check on him, and he hates that.


☿ Heart of the Cards ☿

Hermes has literally never heard of Thanksgiving in his life, but this is a holiday and he's always liked holidays. There are little paper turkeys that apparently are traditionally put around for a Thanksgiving celebration, so he takes a handful and some tape, offering some to the person next to him.

"What say you we just put these all over the castle, hmm?"
demaelition: (Fiasco Fox)

[personal profile] demaelition 2022-11-03 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
[She nods sagely to herself as she picks up the last cards.]

You got the right idea.

[She squints and caaarrefully places the cards on the edges of the 'roof' to tilt them into a steeple.]

I know...but no one was....here so...ha!

[She pulls her hands back triumphantly and grins bright at the- WHOA. Cute girl. As far as these weird humanish things went. Be cool.

She makes jazz hands.]


Ta-da!
Edited 2022-11-03 00:39 (UTC)
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[personal profile] worthallthis 2022-11-03 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
Winter drops him off with the doctors and flees almost immediately. It's not quite as bad when he's not supposed to be a patient, but it still makes him want to be literally anywhere else. So when Jesus comes to again, his rescuer is nowhere to be seen.

He is, in fact, back on patrol, having scrubbed the blood off his tac vest and left it to dry, wearing a hoodie under the rifle slung over his shoulder instead. Not hard to find, really, even if he's moving a bit like he probably pulled something carting Jesus around.
ferriswheelsandfootball: (Annoyed - Bored)

ii RIP

[personal profile] ferriswheelsandfootball 2022-11-03 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
[So Rodney’s here.

And while technically it’s probably bad for Rodney’s safety and well-being and he wishes he was safe on Atlantis, he’s also really, really glad he’s here.

That he’s not alone.

And honestly, if you were gonna be stuck in some weird dimension Rodney was your best bet on getting back to your own.

And, and, it was fun seeing him squirm with the supernatural.]


Slaughter, definitely. Flesh is kind of like, a force aligned with life? While Slaughter is clearly aligned with death. So technically one can’t really triumph over the other, but if I’m feeling nihilistic, I’d put my money on Slaughter.

[Will he nerd out with you, yes he will.]

I’d put my money on Buried in a fair fight, though. It’s just plain scarier. But that could also be ‘cause I’m used to space, y’know, and it’s not that terrifying to me. Plus more stuff is always scarier than less stuff, in my opinion. But if these guys combine their powers like some kind of Cthulhu Captain Planet, we’re all screwed.

[Except as they walk he notices what’s going on out of the corner of his eye.

For a second he can’t believe it, like he just might have been mistaken.

But no.

He really just ate paper and is chewing on a cable.]


McKay!

[John’s hand shoots out, grabbing his wrist.]

What the hell are you doing?!
ruevealing: (thought i was good for nothin')

omg i am also canon blind but immediately delighted!!!!

[personal profile] ruevealing 2022-11-03 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Rue's iron grip on their composure slipped almost immediately upon laying eyes on Eda, a soft, surprised noise falling from their beak.]

My!

[Taken from the mortal realm as a cub, Rue has never once met another creature similar to themselves. As long as they can remember, for the last thousands upon thousands of years, they have always been the tallest fey in the room, the looming, hulking monster with too-large wings and such indelicate claws. The closest they've come to meeting a match has been in their equally tall bugbear fiancé, but never another being with feathers and talons and wings like them.

Staring may be a little ill-mannered for an owlbear raised to be the very best of their court, but they really can't help themselves. Eda is quite the impressive sight.

Rue can't exactly smile with a beak, but there's no missing the soft warmth behind their big, dark eyes. They've danced through the mundane standards of polite society enough to know what the woman is doing and the kind gesture is well appreciated.]


A bit of both, I suppose. Though I find myself uncertain just where I am or how I got here. I was just traveling back to my quarters and - [Rue's gaze slides away from Eda to take in the strange equipment of the gym before blinking owlishly back to the woman.] This is the mortal realm, is it not?
energyfieldgood: ([surprised] huh jacket)

[personal profile] energyfieldgood 2022-11-03 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
Ah yes. The life-affirming energy of the Flesh, who doesn't know it. The Buried is scarier though, definitely agree there. Personally, if I had to choose between--

[He winces with a startled yelp when Sheppard grabs him, clutching the scanner to his chest with his free hand and looking up at him in surprise]

What the hell are you doing? This is extremely sensitive equipment! I could have dropped it!

[He manages to tear off a piece of the cable with his teeth, chomping away angrily as he give him one of his patented glares.]
ruevealing: (always living in the future)

[personal profile] ruevealing 2022-11-03 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
[There's definitely some kind of furry situation going on here.

All of the humans but one scatter, and for the briefest of moments, the look that crosses over Rue's soft face is obvious relief. The panicking humans are one thing, for certain, but to be honest, the owlbear's greater concern is figuring out just where they've landed and where their beloved is. The two had been moments away from running away together, they can't just leave Hob waiting for them...

Oh, but then the remaining human turns to them with military precision, pulling out a strange device in hand and turning it towards Rue. With no knowledge of guns, the owlbear merely blinks at the human, a pinch deepening between their feathery brows.]


I had hoped that you knew. I've no idea what this place is or how I've arrived.
energyfieldgood: ([negative] irritated)

you are what you eat

[personal profile] energyfieldgood 2022-11-03 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Low on common sense is more like it," Rodney points out rudely.

His face is scrunched up while he just outright stares back at her. Apparently there's no intention of looking the other way and leaving other people to their bizarre business, or, you know, at least not engaging with the weirdo licking random objects. If he was wittier and socially savvy he'd probably get a stoner pun in there but as it is, he just beckons at her solid snack in disbelief.

"That is disgusting. You don't know where that's been."
jumpthegun: (srs | looking at you)

[personal profile] jumpthegun 2022-11-03 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
[He's having a little bit of trouble following the words simply because he's starting at this... incredibly detailed animatronic mask? Who invests in something like this? This is Props/Engineering Department for a multi-million dollar film production levels of good. John can't quite help his silent staring, but he keeps his expression to a concerned frown. As they don't seem especially hostile, he does lower his gun; though, he doesn't put it away just yet.]

Same boat. I'm assuming you were at some sort of party, yeah? You didn't see anyone putting something in your drink?

[He can reasonably see someone kidnapping him, he's just confused as to why. Sherlock's dead. What would be the point? And why... someone from a fancy dress party, as well? Who are they?]

Thinking drugs might've been involved. I'm Dr. John Watson. You are... miss?

[He's going off the dress, but who knows at this point?]
ruevealing: (But now i ain't gotta question nothin')

[personal profile] ruevealing 2022-11-03 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Rue doesn't exactly mean to, not when the situation is still so new and strange to them, but there's some pieces of their former high social standing still lovingly branded into them.

The question comes and their whole expression turns to mild haughtiness, brushing a clawed hand over the richness of their extravagant gown, challenging him with a silent look that says 'does it look like I work here?'.

But the offense passes by quickly, a soft hoot of a sigh dropping from their beak, the worry pinching at their expression.]


I'm afraid not. I'm newly arrived to this place. I assume the same of you as well, my dear?
ferriswheelsandfootball: (Neutral - fail to plan)

[personal profile] ferriswheelsandfootball 2022-11-03 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Aaannnd he’s still doing it.]

Stop that!

[He tries to wrest the cable from his hand.]

First you ate the paper, and now you’re eating a cable?! Look, if you want a power bar all you gotta do is ask, dammit!
Edited 2022-11-03 05:45 (UTC)
energyfieldgood: ([neutral] hmm)

[personal profile] energyfieldgood 2022-11-03 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
Uh. Yes? As a matter of fact...

[Strange. He had just been on another planet but that planet hadn't been Earth, it hadn't been anywhere near this level of technology and as far as he knew it had only been inhabited by humans. Which means there's a good chance he might just be hallucinating. Small comforts?

Rodney realizes he's dragging out the pause into awkwardness and clears his throat.]


So.

[Sssssso. Mmh. Is there a diplomatic way to ask a giant owl lady what exactly are you?]

What exactly are you?

[He's never been very diplomatic.]
ruevealing: (i appreciate your opinion)

[personal profile] ruevealing 2022-11-03 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
[While John stares, Rue can't help but stare owlishly right back. They've seen a few humans taken by the fey over the years, but never one so in their own element. Even in his obvious confusion for the situation they find themselves to be in, it's clear to Rue that this is a man who has no intention of simply waiting around to be saved.

It's admirable. And let's be honest, exactly the motivation that Rue needs.]


Knowing the two I left in charge, the probability of drugs being involved is rather high, but no, I assure you that nothing was slipped into my drink. [Their clawed hand raises with a delicate, waving gesture, the feathers of their wing ruffling with the movement.] We were at the theater and then there was a plot and a murder and - Well, you know how it goes. [just a little fey shenanigans.] But I haven't had a drink in my hand all night long. I couldn't possibly have been drugged.

[It doesn't explain anything, but at least they can take 'drugged kidnapping' off of their list. Probably.

Rue sweeps into a practiced curtsy before holding out their feathered claw to the shorter man.]


Delloso de la Rue. [What a thrill to simply use their own name, no title or court attached.] But please, call me Rue. It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Watson, even if the circumstances we find ourselves in are strange.
energyfieldgood: ([sheppard] aurora)

[personal profile] energyfieldgood 2022-11-03 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
Wh-- hey! That's mine!

[Rodney tries to snatch the cable back, then pauses when John's words start to sink in and he looks down at his snacks for the first time. Looks like there's no hallucination at work, he was just too busy noticing.]

I am eating a cable.

[He lets that sit for a moment, then he looks up at John strangely.]

Huh. This is really good. Like, seriously, this is delicious.
ruevealing: (i am funny)

holyshit YES

[personal profile] ruevealing 2022-11-03 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
['Just another monster'.

Yes, of course that's the response that Rue's true appearance solicits. It's hurtful, no matter how true it may be, that it's never the extravagant dresses or fine jewelry that catch someone's eye first about Rue. It's their sharp claws, their towering height, their wings or their beak or the soft green feathers and fur that cover their body.

They are used to the response, certainly, but it still stings.

Still, the owlbear's composure is immaculate. They blink at the girl, head tipping to the side owlishly, before giving a very slow nod in response.]


Yes, that's correct. I come from Faerie, but I have no idea how I've managed to make it here. We're in the mortal world, are we not?
ferriswheelsandfootball: (Annoyed - What if I told you)

[personal profile] ferriswheelsandfootball 2022-11-03 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
…cables generally don’t taste delicious, Rodney.

[For a moment it’s so baffling he doesn’t know what to make of it.

Either there’s something wrong with the paper and the cable…

…or there’s something wrong with Rodney.

He snaps his fingers at him.]


Entities. Weird stuff happening, it’s probably Entities.

[He digs into his vest and pulls out a power bar, unwrapping it and handing it over to Rodney almost aggressively.]

See what happens if you eat regular food!
energyfieldgood: ([hurt] nosebleed)

[personal profile] energyfieldgood 2022-11-03 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
Well, this one does? What do you want me to say?

[Entities. Of course.

Rodney's eyes are wide with sudden fright and he looks at John apprehensively, then takes a tentative bite from the power bar. He chews once, twice, then stops, pulling a face and swallowing it with difficulty, shaking his head.]


No, that's not...

[He suddenly reaches out to snatch the wrapper from John's hand and stuff it into his mouth instead. The paper is crinkling behind his lips before he pauses and reassesses himself, what he's doing.]

Oh my God, what's wrong with me?!

[... He still finishes eating the wrapper.]
ferriswheelsandfootball: (Worried - Welp)

[personal profile] ferriswheelsandfootball 2022-11-03 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
I dunno. What's it actually taste like? I mean I feel like it would taste like licorice or Twizzlers, just because it's a cable, but that's just me...

[John studies him when he eats the regular food, and his heart sinks when it doesn't seem to be something that he wants to eat. Was it the taste, was it--

--but the last thing he expected was for Rodney to outright just.

Eat the wrapper.

Just like that.

John sputters.]


You ate the--you didn't eat the power bar but you ate the wrapper!?

[What is wrong with you? But this is terrifying, and potentially dangerous. John's eyes are a little wide, and he fights back his own fear to try and take stock of the situation. Find the problem, and then fix it.]

Okay--okay, are you--is it a hunger thing? Or is it a compulsion thing? Like are you really hungry or is it just, anytime you touch an object you just eat it?
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Re: holyshit YES

[personal profile] aelwyn_aberration 2022-11-03 10:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Faerie is a word that's not used particularly often in her own circles, though the elven people's remaining connection to their fey roots was... mediocre at best. It's not as if it's ever been an area of particular study before she frantically tried to figure out what Kalina was (on hour forty eight of that particular search, Kalina popped up helpfully and just told her, the bitch).

She hums, observing the owl's reaction and detecting nothing but confusion.]


Somewhere on the Prime Material, yes. We have no idea how we were drawn here but it's a world in which they know absolutely nothing about magic.

Anyway. Sorry about him. [She gestures out the door that the employee ran screaming from with her thumb.] He's likely new.
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[personal profile] demaelition 2022-11-03 12:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow. She can feel her tail bristle even though it can't be seen with whatever illusion fuckery they've got goin on here, it still does.

"Uh...it's been in my hand? Like at least for the last ten minutes or so. Besides that, it's a rock so it's probably a bunch of really old shit pressed into this." She holds the rock up like that proves whatever point she's making.

"Look, I don't know. I don't usually eat rocks, but this one looked good, okay, and it tastes good, so I'm going to lick it."
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Arrival

[personal profile] defendwhatremains 2022-11-03 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[Arrived together about sums up his relationship to this man he's sitting next to and so far he's been...well, loud enough for doubt for the both of them that Johnny's been politely letting him go at it. Why retread ground? He offers a question to their guide now and then, politely worded or with a charming smile to try and off-set his impromptu comrade-in-doubtful-arms, but otherwise keeps his peace. At least until the woman seems to sigh at this newest round of pushback and stands from the table.]

'Sir, I can see you're upset, if you don't like how I'm explaining things, then maybe I can try getting someone else in here for you.'

[Johnny leans forward with a rakish grin before his compatriot can, a hand on the table they're sat in front of.]

That would be great, thank you. Maybe one of your in-house scientists, if you can spare them?

[She dismisses the request with a half-hearted 'if I can.' And quickly leaves the room, the guards outside it visible through the door before it closes and leaves them in silence.]

You know they say you catch more flies with honey.
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Johnny Summer | Lavender Jack

[personal profile] defendwhatremains 2022-11-03 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Arrival
[He honestly wasn't sure what to expect after being rounded up and ushered away from the office he'd stepped into, but he'd kept his expression even despite the thunderous pace of his heart. If he couldn't control the current circumstance, he could control himself and how he reacted. Which, currently, was with a lot more calm than he was actually feeling.

But he got through the end of the world talk, the 'this isn't quite your Earth' talk, and even the 'this isn't quite your time' talk before finally being deemed safe enough to be left along, he assumes...which is not as much of a relief as it might usually be. He takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly, and opens his eyes again to look around for the first half-way friendly face he can see.

Johnny approaches them with a genial smile as he pats the pocket of his suit jacket for his pack of cigarettes.]
Hello, there. Johnny Summer, could I impose upon you a moment for the location of the nearest and cleanest bar?

You Are What You Eat
[Johnny Summer wasn't one to keep idle by any means. He's not set yet on where he might be most useful, but for now he's got his hands busy helping with some inventory. He's good with numbers and good with cataloging and lists, so why not? A clip board in one hand and pen in the other, amber eyes sweep from paper to shelves as the pen slowly makes it's way towards his mouth. He had a habit of sucking on the ends of his pens, sometimes chewing them absently if his thoughts were elsewhere and he was in private...but he's not in private right now.]

How often do you think this place actually goes through a sheaf of papers? I'm not terribly familiar with office practices, but even if I were, I could hardly claim to know how often an apocalypse office does printing. Do you think they put up fliers to let people know the world might end?

[The pen falls deeper into his mouth with his question, teeth clacking down hard on the plastic casing of the writing implement. First chance he had, he was going to invest in a good pen.]

Pieces of you and Pieces of me
[He'd been doing so well, keeping his little project away from prying eyes, but a little scare with his housemate had made his paranoia hike up and he'd moved the half finished thing somewhere else. Somewhere he thought would be less likely to see foot traffic....but apparently he was wrong as Johnny stares down whoever just walked in with wide eyes and hands full of incriminating doll pieces.]

I'm sure this looks...dubious, but I swear I was- er...I found this and intended to.. [Hm.. he sighs and looks to the admittedly creepy looking doll.] I intended to turn it over. [Before it was half finished.]

Heart of the Cards
[Mr. Summer might be called a lot of things, but a believer in divination was not among them. He couldn't care less about the tarot display in the next room over beyond passing aesthetic curiosity, but decorating for a party he could do.

He strides into the Great Hall, a man with a purpose as polished dress shoes clack smartly along the floor.]


It'll really depend on the atmosphere. Something more homey should be one or two large tables, everyone sat together like a family, even better if they're made to intersect somehow to better accommodate everyone seeing each other. If it's meant to be seem more formal while building more intimate bonds, then smaller tables of groups would be smarter, seat people to make their own islands of conversation for the night.

[Whether he walked in their with someone or some poor soul just happens in, Johnny glances to them before gesturing to the room at large, an unlit cigarette in hand. He'd been told under no uncertain terms he was not allowed to smoke in here, but the feeling of it in his hand helped him think.]

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