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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.
conning: (NealC 056)

[personal profile] conning 2022-11-05 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
Neal grins sheepishly at the laugh, his expression apologetic. “He was 33 when we got here, so at least 34 now, depending on how his birthday lines up with the time of year where he was versus the time of year when he arrived—”

Neal cuts himself off. He may have been trying to figure out Malcolm’s actual birthday recently, based on passage of time instead of the dates that don’t match up with the reality Malcolm came from. It’s a thing.

“Which I guess makes me 38 now. That’s uncomfortable.”

It’s so close to 40. Neal shakes it off. “How old are you?”

Jesus does seem more careworn overall, Malcolm’s persistent exhaustion notwithstanding.
hippie_ninja: (sneak)

[personal profile] hippie_ninja 2022-11-05 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
You know what he actually hasn't been asked in a good long time? That.

He does some quick math. "37. Almost, probably."
abrightboy: (wants to help)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2022-11-05 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
“About… a year and a half? I’m not sure there are many left that arrived when I did. People tend to… come and go,” Malcolm tells him, and something melancholy ghosts across his features.
conning: (NealC 052)

[personal profile] conning 2022-11-05 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
Neal is openly fascinated. It shouldn’t be unusual—just because the guy shares Malcolm’s features doesn’t mean they share anything else, from background to decade. But still.

“Twins with three years between you,” he says. Then, because it feels like Jesus should know to prevent future weirdness: “We’re together. Malcolm and I. Just…”

A pause. “I thought you should know in case you saw us together later and it made your brain hurt.”
Edited (I can math) 2022-11-05 02:51 (UTC)
hippie_ninja: (Default)

[personal profile] hippie_ninja 2022-11-05 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Where do they go? Back home?" And what does that mean for people like him, who came here in the middle of a fight?
hippie_ninja: (Default)

[personal profile] hippie_ninja 2022-11-05 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
He smiles, shakes his head. "It's fine. One of us should be settling in well here, right?"
jumpthegun: (srs | you think so?)

[personal profile] jumpthegun 2022-11-05 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[He can't imagine it would be easy to drink anything given what they're wearing, so Rue would likely know better than most. The rather... theatrical delivery does give him pause and a thought.]

You as well, Rue. Look, I dunno where we are, but we're gonna need to move quickly and quietly to get out of here. My guess is the people who scattered are going for guards right now, sounding an alarm.

What are you wearing under that costume?

[He's really hoping it's sweatpants.]

I'm sorry. It looks really cool and expensive, but we might need to leave it and come back for it.
ruevealing: (always living in the future)

[personal profile] ruevealing 2022-11-05 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
[What can Rue say? It's been a day already.

And already there is so much to unpack here - the strange place they've ended up in, the way they feel so cut off from their own magic, the reaction they've been given - it's no surprise they're just overwhelmed enough to completely skip over the important details of 'scarier things' and 'orientation' to focus right in on the word they are most surprised to hear.]


W-what? A glamour?! [There is no hiding the shifting pitch of their voice, the slight edge of alarm to their tone. Their feathery brows pinch in immediate worry, both clawed hands coming to clasp against their chest.] I must apologize, my dear Aelwyn. I am thoroughly charmed to meet you, delighted even, but - but - why should I need to wear a glamour here? I've already been seen, what good would hiding do now?
ruevealing: (thought i was good for nothin')

[personal profile] ruevealing 2022-11-05 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Some may find power in the fear they can instill in others, but to Rue, it's been nothing but disheartening, an absolute blow to their confidence, to see even a single soul shudder in their presence. They've spent the whole of their existence cultivating love and togetherness and joy in others, the very idea anyone would be frightened of them, just because of how they look, seems absolutely laughable.

But here they are. And considering their obvious physical similarities, Rue has to assume Eda's experienced exactly the same. It's unfair, though maybe just a bit expected at this point.

Rue may not be able to smile with their beak, but there's no missing the way their eyes shine with delight at Eda's ruffling of feathers, the way she straightens even taller under Rue's attention.]


You're too kind, thank you. [Their clawed hands smooth over the gorgeous, heavy fabric of their gown, absolutely preening beneath the compliments.] I - I admit it may be a touch too much for the theater, but you never know when you might need to impress.

[And impress they did.]

A demon? [Rue's dark eyes go wide in surprise, but there is no offense at the question.] No, I am not. I'm an owlbear, born in the mortal realm and taken in by the Fey. [a gentle beat passes, Rue's head tipping to the side.] Are you?

[Rue has met so many creatures - goblins and satyrs and beings made of waves or rock or greenery - but never a demon. The thought is a little thrilling.]
ruevealing: (and I am playful)

[personal profile] ruevealing 2022-11-05 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
Costume?

[There's an exaggerated, slow blink as Rue processes that word, before they are peering down at their over-the-top dress, a claw carefully drawing along the expensive, rich fabric. They are so taken back by the question that it takes a moment or two before their feathers fluff up in a show of absolute offense.]

That is my dress, sir. I will - I can't believe - [Oh, they look so flustered.] Asking for what I have on beneath it, I - I have no intention of going without it, no matter how inconvenient you believe the design to be.
jumpthegun: (facepalm 2)

[personal profile] jumpthegun 2022-11-05 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
[John puts lifts one of his hands, feeling a blush just touch his cheeks.]

That's- No. That's not what I was- Sorry. I meant your whole- the animal costume thing. The animatronics are amazing and it looks completely life-like, but it's too big. You're gonna have trouble getting through doorways in it.
Edited 2022-11-05 05:40 (UTC)
ruevealing: (every heartbreak)

i literally love every single thing about this

[personal profile] ruevealing 2022-11-05 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[This is a mess.

It's honest proof of Rue's long-lived residence among the high-born courts that they manage to hold onto their composure enough to listen to the man's follow up. Anyone else might not have been blamed for overreacting to such a request, but Rue holds their tongue, frazzled and ruffled and distressed but polite, as the pieces of what John meant begin to form together.]


Animal. Costume. Thing? [Huh. That's... Wait.] Wait, Dr. Watson, you don't mean to assume that I'm - Oh! You - You think that I'm human, don't you?
jumpthegun: (srs | looking at you)

he's struggling... SO much

[personal profile] jumpthegun 2022-11-05 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a long, uncertain pause.]

I do for most people, Rue.

[Christ, is he dealing with someone who's delusional? Is any of this even happening? Maybe this is a dream. His head is certainly still spinning.]

I'm not trying to... invalidate your reality. You think you're an owl... bear? [Some sort of hybrid animal, clearly.] And I get that, I really do. It's just that the things that help you feel... more that way might be a little bit of trouble in this situation. I promise I will make sure we come back for your suit. We just really need to get out of here right now.
ruevealing: (cause i'm my own biggest fan)

protect this man at all costs

[personal profile] ruevealing 2022-11-05 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
[It must be so strange to see considering the turn their conversation has taken, but Rue's visible upset disappears in a huff of relief as their feathers fall back into place against their neck, some of the tension in their tall frame dissipating.

And then, against everything, they chuckle softly.]


I think I understand now.

[They step forward, closing some of the distance between the two of them, and hold out a clawed hand, offering it to the man.]

Dr. Watson, I am not costumed. This is my real form. I am not being facetious and I am not simply a human hiding within this body. You may inspect my hand, if it pleases you, but I promise, you'll find no fabric lines or stitching.
energyfieldgood: ([negative] voicing grievances)

i wonder which entity THAT would feed! :D

[personal profile] energyfieldgood 2022-11-05 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh yeah? Well, so is collaborating with the enemy!

[But Rodney pulls his hand back to cross his arms and puff out his chest, staring her down, eyes shifting back and forth between her and the packages.]

What do you have there, huh? Some little doll legs, maybe? A cutesy little head? Been doing a little assembling in your room?
energyfieldgood: ([neutral] unsuuuure)

[personal profile] energyfieldgood 2022-11-05 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes.

[It's blunt, dismissive, his gaze distracted by taking in the layout of the room and everything interesting in it. If he were a little more socially apt, he might realize it would be polite to allow it, if only for some stress relief in a terrifying situation.

He is not very socially apt.]


Gallery? What ist that, town, country, planet?

[Not that it matters - they just gave them the rundown of people coming in here from all sorts of places and it's really much more interesting how they can get back - but still. Rodney likes to keep a mental tab of everything. Who knows? Maybe there's a pattern how people get chosen or pulled in here but these Lovecraftian idiots simply hadn't figured it out yet.]

If I can get my hands on one of their computers I could try hacking into their system...
jumpthegun: (scared | taken aback)

god, i wish i had another character slot to bring him in

[personal profile] jumpthegun 2022-11-05 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[John stiffens when they move toward him. It's just an increased alertness rather than anything defensive for the moment, though. He flicks his gaze from the outstretched hand up to Rue's face and back down again. This is stupid. It's clearly a costume, but it really does look real. He can see why this person could delude themselves into. Better to just get this out of the way so they can move on. He keeps his gun pointed down and away as he reaches with one hand to touch Rue.

They're warm. The texture of the scales is impossibly good. He gives a small, sharp tug on their hand, expecting some give or to hear some sort of gizmos whirling or... something. Instead, he sees their arm move.]


What...?

[Just that, just absolute confusion as he stares at their hand, then looks up at them. John takes a step back.]

Okay. No. That's not- No. I'm drugged. I'm dreaming. That's not possi- You're not possible. I hit my head. Having hallucinations. Right. Okay. Hallucinations.

[Out of the options, he's not sure which he prefers, but that's the last one he's landed on, so they're going with that. At least it means he doesn't have someone else he needs to handle in an escape from wherever this is. It does mean his mind has somehow dreamed up a massive owlbear in a fancy dress. He'll self-examine on what that means later.]

I'm... gonna leave now, Rue. Out that door... Yeah.

[His hand goes back to that gun, and he starts walking. Maybe if he just carries on, his head will sort itself out.]
energyfieldgood: ([sheppard] what are you doing)

[personal profile] energyfieldgood 2022-11-05 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
If I don't like the power bars, why would I like a salad?

[This is now officially a tug of war.

Rodney digs his heels into the ground, grunting with strain as they battle for the arbory treat. Of course John trumps him in physical strength but he makes up for that with famished determination.]


Fine! But you give me the branch!

[Don't make him start snapping at the leaves like a rabid turtle. Because he will!]
jumpthegun: (confused | from a book)

You Are What You Eat

[personal profile] jumpthegun 2022-11-05 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[John's just come in to fetch a few notepads for down in medical, which means he's not at all prepared for the question. He eyes the other man for a moment.]

Dunno. Seems like a mostly regular sort of office space apart from the topic of things. Mate, I think you want to- If you break that thing while it's in your mouth, you're gonna get ink down your throat.

[It might not be deadly, but it's certainly going to be unpleasant.]
energyfieldgood: ([happy] :])

[personal profile] energyfieldgood 2022-11-05 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
... It is?

[Huh. Interrupted in his babbling, he looks a little taken aback at that, like he himself can't quite believe that there should be any kind of pleasure in it. But then Rue says a combination of magic words, namely a) leaving the decision to him and b) capable.

Well. He likes to think he is?

Rodney immediately straightens up and preens at that, visibly pleased. He clears his throat and dusts off his tac vest.]


You know, that is actually a great idea. As it happens to be, I am an expert on humans.

[Debatable.]

In my world, I am a renowned scientist. And one thing I've learned? You never wait for the science to come to you. So I say we get out there and find out what is going on with this place.
defendwhatremains: (Watchfull)

[personal profile] defendwhatremains 2022-11-05 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[His brows raise in surprise but he tucks the gold case back away. Alright, then. If he were in a worse mood, he might simply do it anyway, but he was staunchly pretending he was fine, so fine he shall be.]

The people who gathered me down here didn't know it either. Gallery is a city and country both, located in Europe, just North of Italy.

[He opts for lacing his fingers together on the table in front of him. It's a fairly bland room as far as he can see, like a multipurpose meeting room more than a cell, but he can't help feeling it's similar. Though, as the other man talks, Johnny's confusion grows again.]

You know what I was saying about honey. They might let you at...whatever that thing is you're after if they don't think you're being hostile.
defendwhatremains: (summer30)

[personal profile] defendwhatremains 2022-11-05 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[He gives a light hum in thought that ends on a note of confusion for the comment. Oh. The pen.

He delicately frees the pen from his mouth and works his jaw a moment before looking over at the other man.]


That wouldn't be advisable, would it? Thank you, that's been happening more often recently and usually when I've stopped paying attention. I bent a spoon this morning and chewed a pencil down to nothing. I'd thought the pen would prove less vulnerable.

[Maybe it was just stress? Must be, he was certainly that.]
Edited 2022-11-05 20:37 (UTC)
energyfieldgood: ([tech] monitor)

[personal profile] energyfieldgood 2022-11-05 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Huh. Definitely not on the Earth I'm familiar with. Unless that's just some fancy name for Switzerland or Austria?

[So another alternate universe, most likely?]

I wasn't being hostile.

[There's a slightly surprised tone in his voice that suggests he actually believes that. ... All right, fine, now that he thinks about it, maybe he was not being not difficult, but...]

I was merely pointing out the flaws in their explanations and trying to speed things up.
energyfieldgood: ([neutral] and by brisk i mean)

[personal profile] energyfieldgood 2022-11-05 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, I don't wanna try it?"

His voice pitches up slightly and he sounds as defensive as indignant.

Except.

Except better than asparagus is a lot higher than he expects a stone to score and he is intrigued by that. Now that she mentioned it he can't stop wondering about what it would taste like.

"I just... think maybe that you should show me where you found it so I can, uh, examine the area. Take some samples. Just, you know, in case? For science?"
jumpthegun: (srs | neutral)

[personal profile] jumpthegun 2022-11-05 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[That's a little bit concerning to hear, actually.]

You're... not the only one. We've had a couple people the last few days down in the medbay. They've swallowed all sorts of random things. Chipped teeth. Did this start just yesterday for you?

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