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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.
ruevealing: (i am not the problem)

the way I’m already obsessed with this conversation

[personal profile] ruevealing 2022-11-03 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rue takes a few graceful steps over towards a particularly intriguing device - some kind of machine with multiple bars and heavy weights connected to leads and a padded, small seat - running a sharp talon delicately across the hanging bar. How strange...

Their attention snaps back to Rodney at his throat clearing, which means the man gets to see the exact moment his question hits them, the soft, green feathers of their neck puffing up in a show of absolute hurt. They know exactly what he's asking.]


My name is Delloso de la Rue. [A short, calming breath. Rue, on the other hand, has lived in diplomacy their whole life. Hurt or not, they can navigate this conversation with grace.] But if you are referring to my form, I'm of the Fey. I'm an owlbear.

[another awkward beat passes between them]

I'm aware I must look strange or terrifying to you, but I assure you, I mean no harm and had no involvement in bringing you to this place. [and perhaps just a touch cheekily:] For what it's worth, my bear side has no love for the taste of human. I won't eat you.
energyfieldgood: ([neutral] uh. no?)

i am completely canonblind but this is such a delight!!

[personal profile] energyfieldgood 2022-11-03 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
An owlbear. Huh.

[Well, that explains the size at least he thinks.]

Dr. Rodney McKay. Nice to meet you? And, uh. Great. Big fan of that, by the way? The whole not getting eaten thing, that's, uh, yeah. Thanks for clearing that up?

... Never met an owlbear before, really. Owls, I mean, I guess? If you count the ones you can hear screeching from the trees and then your sister dares you to go into the backyard and of course you do it? But then she suddenly locks the door behind her and you just stand there in the dark and flap your arms so they won't mistake you for a mouse - which at the time just seemed like a thing that could happen and was actually a lot more terrifying than it sounds now that I say it out loud - ...

[Should he stop talking, it feels like he should stop talking.]

Right. At least you're not naked? Which is how it usually goes for most non-humanoid creatures I meet but this, I mean, this is certainly a choice there.

[This is going so well. Moving on!]

So is your mother a bear and your father an owl, like, is it more a mammalian thing or was there any egg hatching involved...
energyfieldgood: ([neutral] mild disdain)

[personal profile] energyfieldgood 2022-11-03 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Which would be so helpful if only one of us was a frog.

[Rodney huffs, crossing his arms, scowling at the glimpse of the guards. There's a certain unease at the sight of them, and he wonders just how much trouble they're in here exactly. It doesn't stop the abrasiveness but he's not feeling quite as brave as his demeanor might suggest.]

Don't tell me you buy into all this fear nonsense. Best I can make of it? They've come across some advanced technology they don't understand and now they fill that void with actual void creatures.

[And it's annoying. He's annoyed.]

That, or they're trying to manipulate us for some reason I have yet to determine.
energyfieldgood: ([surprised] huh jacket)

[personal profile] energyfieldgood 2022-11-03 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"I mean, I'm kind of relieved this is not a normal occurrence for you? But also mildly concerned how you just saw randomly thought, okay, hey, you know what? That one. That's the thing I am going to lick in broad daylight. Where people are walking."

McKay beckon at the rock she's presenting.

Then pauses.

"Just how good are we talking?"
energyfieldgood: ([negative] terrified)

[personal profile] energyfieldgood 2022-11-03 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
I can't help it! It's delicious! It's almost like a sour patch, but actually good?

[Rodney starts pacing in agitation, trying a bite of the power bar again and almost spitting it out. Which only makes him freak out more.]

Of course I'm hungry, I'm starving! What am I gonna do, none of these things have nutritional value? Oh no, I bet my blood sugar is already dropping...

[At John's questions he pats down his uniform for more objects but a part of him realizes that none of it is particularly safe to eat. So he pulls off a branch from a nearby tree instead with a here goes nothing expression.

For a moment he stares at it, then takes a tentative bite... then another, bigger one, looking entirely too much like he's recreating the Brachiosaurus scene from Jurassic Park. He pulls off a leaf and holds it out for John.]


Try it! It's like puff pastry.
energyfieldgood: ([happy] :])

[personal profile] energyfieldgood 2022-11-03 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you! :)
ruevealing: (Default)

[personal profile] ruevealing 2022-11-03 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's so completely nonsensical. The man rambles and stammers and jumps from topic-to-topic, he unintentionally insults them, asks things not even Rue's dearest confidants would have the nerve to ask, and does it all with the least amount of charm and confidence possible.  

-- And what can Rue say but that they are immediately endeared to him. He reminds them so much of their dear friend, Prince Andhera, the singularly most awkward, stumbling, socially nervous soul they have ever met. But now it seems he might have some serious competition for the title.]


You ask such questions! [And Rue laughs, a soft, careful noise, but there's no missing the amusement that shines in their dark eyes now. Now that they have a frame of reference for this man, they see his strangeness as less offensive and more unintentionally awkward. And it's much more difficult to be offended knowing Rodney is simply out of his element and struggling for purchase.]

Dr. McKay, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, even with the circumstances surrounding us. Should we set out to explore this place together or do you feel we'd be safer waiting in this strange room for help? I shall leave the decision in your capable hands. I fear my own experience with humans has been fairly limited, I do not know what would be more beneficial to us.
ruevealing: (i am not the problem)

[personal profile] ruevealing 2022-11-03 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
You speak truly? No knowledge of magic, how can that be?

[The very idea, when their entire existence has been about facilitating the surge of magic felt through all of the realms, is utterly disturbing. How can any single place be so cut off from the knowledge that is so inherent in everything that Rue has ever known?

It does, however, explain why they feel so disconnected from their magic, though Rue was willing to brush it off as general disorientation from their unexpected arrival here.]


Thank you. [And they mean it, a softness behind their large, dark eyes.] You don't seem to fear me and for that I am grateful. My name is Delloso de la Rue, but please, call me Rue. Everyone does.
bossyboiler: ((new) 7)

➥ Pieces of You and Pieces of Me

[personal profile] bossyboiler 2022-11-03 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
She works with ADI. There are stranger things than a man holding a doll arm. Who is she to judge. It's his face that gets her. He looks familiar and so she is caught staring.

"I got it inside." She points at the coffee shop behind her, Any Beans Necessary. "It's a chocolate truffle frap with a caramel drizzle. It's very good if you like dark chocolate." She smiles pleasantly but her eyes are studying him. He kind of looks like Malcolm Bright if Malcolm had been keen on sporting the grunge look.
bossyboiler: ((new) 9)

iii. (gives Rodney all the lemons :D )

[personal profile] bossyboiler 2022-11-03 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Kate is in fact in the middle of collecting her packages. They're all from Amazon, however. (It's never too early to start Christmas shopping and planning!)

She sorts the packages with the largest on bottom so that she can carry them inside with more ease. Or she would have if not accosted by a lunatic. Kate takes a step back and needs a moment to process just what in the hell is going on. ]


Don't point your finger at me. It's rude.
hippie_ninja: (side)

[personal profile] hippie_ninja 2022-11-03 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
The sight of a rifle is comforting. He knows what to do with people who live by their weapons.

"Hey," he says, hand raised in a little hello. The right arm; he can't quite lift his left very well yet, nor can he walk very fast. "You took me to the doctor. Thanks."
aelwyn_aberration: (pic#15970971)

[personal profile] aelwyn_aberration 2022-11-03 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
The people around this place specifically know of magic - but they know it as an evil corrupting force, only available through the channeling of fear. They don't understand it, but they know that we're stronger than them, and it terrifies them.

[Not terrified enough to act even remotely smart about it, she would add. She's sick of the way they treat her like a powder keg instead of using her.

Then the owl thanks her and Aelwyn huffs a laugh. It's neither pleasant nor necessarily cruel. How miserable this creature's existence must be if they thank her for not recoiling from the sight of them. She doesn't know the creature's nature, but she knows her own, and she's certain of who exactly should be afraid of who in this situation. Not that Aelwyn is an immediate threat - despite what some might see her as.]


My name is Aelwyn. Charmed.

There's far scarier things in this place, I assure you. They'll likely want to put you through an orientation to tell you all about it - and they'll give you a glamour so you look like them.
Edited 2022-11-03 23:54 (UTC)
aelwyn_aberration: (pic#15519088)

[personal profile] aelwyn_aberration 2022-11-03 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Terrific work.

[It's not even really sarcastic, she does think it is legitimately kind of cool. She looks at the tarot tower, careful not to knock it over, but examining it all the same.]

Probably safer than doing a reading anyway. You dodged a bullet.
edalyn: (Default)

Excellent!!

[personal profile] edalyn 2022-11-04 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Eda doesn't appear to mind the return staring at all. It isn't like she can say anything. While the owlbear wouldn't stand out terribly in her own world, she's never seen anything exactly like them, either. They bear some resemblance to the beast that she shares her mind--and currently body--with, but they clearly aren't a wild animal.]

She lets out a little sigh when they confirm that they don't know how they got here, but it doesn't seem directed at them.]


It is, but... probably not the version you're familiar with. I showed up like this, too. I can get you sorted out, but it's a lot to explain.

[Though it isn't a huge change, her speech gets a little more precise and less casual drawl. She sounds somewhat apologetic, but mostly just kind of tired. It's not her fault this keeps happening, but she knows she'd have appreciated a friendly face in her own case.

Either way, she takes a step forward and holds out a clawed hand.]


Edalyn Clawthorne, by the way. But you can you can call me Eda. Or Eda the Owl Lady, unless I've got some competition for that title...?

[She doesn't want to assume that Lady would necessarily be correct, but she can't help being somewhat amused that someone looks more like an owl than she does.]

Edited 2022-11-04 00:25 (UTC)
conning: (NealC 077)

hi jesus have your posh doppelganger's posh boyfriend

[personal profile] conning 2022-11-04 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
Neal is on a preferred bench in a quiet corner of a pocket park, he thinks safe enough to take out and examine the delicate ceramic limb he got in the mail a day ago. It makes him think of the beach from a few months back, the endless wash of dolls onto the shore, the way he started having nightmares when he tried to help pick them up. But there are no nightmares specifically triggered by these that he's noticed. It just makes him anxious. Makes him... he's not sure.

At the sound of someone else's voice at close quarters, Neal closes his hand around the foot like that will make it disappear. He looks up to meet Jesus's eyes with a smile--and then immediately falters at the familiarity of the face under the beard. His grip on the doll's ceramic foot tightens.

It's not Jesus's fault that he's showed up a mere month after Neal tried and failed to kill his own evil twin. After Malcolm had to do it for him.

"Where did I get what?" Like this man could be referring to anything but the broken piece of something dangeorus squeezed in Neal's fingers.
Edited 2022-11-04 00:44 (UTC)
hippie_ninja: (sneak)

[personal profile] hippie_ninja 2022-11-04 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
He sees that subtle reaction--not the surprise at seeing him, but the way the man's fingers tighten around the doll. Where Jesus is from, the movement of hands is infinitely more telling than the expression on a face, so you start there first: what weapon do they have, what are they doing with it, then decide if they're looking any particular way at you.

"Just curious about the doll," he says, his own hands open, almost placating. "I got one in the mail. Is it some sort of welcome package?"
ferriswheelsandfootball: (Angry - sulk)

[personal profile] ferriswheelsandfootball 2022-11-04 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
How the hell does that taste good?!

[He looks on in increasing horror as it seems like the power bar isn’t doing it—and that’s the scariest thing here—but somehow…

He starts eating a tree.

This is wild, even for them.

John just stares.

Then, with a shrug, he takes the leaf and tentatively tastes it, curiously—and then spits it out.]


You—that tastes like—like leaf! You’re gonna get a stomach ache!

[He reaches out to try to grab the branch away from Rodney.]
hippie_ninja: (sneak)

[personal profile] hippie_ninja 2022-11-04 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
The last time he had chocolate, he was hiding out in a nearly gutted old convenience store. It had been a Hershey's bar, and it was already opened and someone had stepped on it in a rush to get out of the building. He'd eaten it anyway, and it had been stale. And he'd savored every flake.

"You're the third person who's looked at me that way," he laughs, giving her a quizzical look. "Did I not shower enough?"
worthallthis: (but i did it)

[personal profile] worthallthis 2022-11-04 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
There's a wary beat before Winter relaxes a little again, mostly making sure he recognizes the guy and also doesn't twitch at the word "doctor", and then he nods. "You're welcome. It seemed like the thing to do." His voice is fairly flat and uninflected, and his expression bland, but he is also clearly holding himself non-threateningly. "Have you been to orientation too?"
ruevealing: (but back then)

[personal profile] ruevealing 2022-11-04 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Rue can not even begin to put into words their gratefulness for Eda in this moment. The sheer weight of everything - the surprise, the worry, the uncertainty - is so heavy against their broad, feathery shoulders, and so far, Eda's levity and easy nature have been a balm to their rising anxiety.

What a difference a friendly face makes, hm?]


Oh - [the word falls from Rue's beak like a soft, delighted hoot] You flatter me. [Was that even meant to be flattery?? Rue seems to think so.] I'm happy to let you keep it, my dear Eda. I've only just recently given up all of my titles and I'm not looking to pick up anything new either. So for now, I'm simply Delloso de la Rue, or just Rue, if you please.

[It's still so new, to rediscover the real person they've been hiding beneath their accommodates for so long, but there is absolute magic in being able to only be just themselves.]

The Owl Lady though - [Their large, dark eyes turn curiously on the woman.] I must admit, I've never come across another with such similar features to mine before. Forgive me for being forward, but I'm so captivated by your feathers and your wings. And your height! I'm not used to many being able to look me in the eye. It's a wonderful surprise.
edalyn: (blush blush)

[personal profile] edalyn 2022-11-04 09:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Whether or not it was meant as flattery, Eda seems happy enough with them taking it that way. And happy to be flattered, too. Is that a tiny blush? Possibly.

Either way, she stands a little taller and fluffs the feathers on her wings. She likes attention, and right now she could honestly do with the validation. As much as she constantly jokes about how good she looks in this form... recent events and being around so many of the human ADI personnel have been making her feel scary in the not entirely fun way.]


Nothing to forgive--forward is fine by me. And, I mean, right back at'cha. Loving your whole... everything. [She just sort of gestures to them as a whole. They certainly have a look going. Normally she might be a tiny bit more eloquent, but it's possible that right now it's a struggle to get her brain to form thoughts other than big owl pretty.]

I'm not surprised, though--I'm pretty much one of a kind. [She flashes another toothy and slightly corny grin.] But I've never seen anyone quite like you, either. [And she isn't about to mention what they do remind her of a little, both because that wouldn't be flattering and because she absolutely doesn't feel like dropping the fact she's cursed in a first conversation.]

Are you a demon? [Eda's still not really used to how loaded a term that seems to be in some worlds. Her tone implies this is something she considers a completely neutral question.]

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[personal profile] bossyboiler 2022-11-04 11:46 am (UTC)(link)
He sounds just like Malcolm except Malcolm wouldn't joke about not showering. Joking is not in that man's nature. "No. It's not that. You just look like you could be related to a friend of mine." Oh. A relative of Malcolm Bright might not be a good thing given the nature of his father. She suddenly looks apprehensive. "You're not related to a Malcolm Bright are you?" It's best just to ask and get it over with.
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[personal profile] demaelition 2022-11-04 01:20 pm (UTC)(link)
She crosses one arm over her chest and shrugs. "I don't know not like...German chocolate good or whatever, but better than asparagus? I mean, it's a rock. It tastes like a rock...it just tastes better than a rock should."

One of her illusory eyebrows raise and she squints at him. "Why? You wanna try it? I've definitely licked most of it already."

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