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Xistentia: Mod ([personal profile] spoofer) wrote2017-05-21 07:19 pm
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Test Drive Meme #1 (cw vehicular crash, moderate injury)

Test Drive Meme #1
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.

You don't need an invite to test
but please remember we're currently invite-only

CRASH LANDING

Exit one dimension, enter the next. It was chaos: pressure against your ears, light bending in an impossible, unimaginable way. The very molecules of your body vibrating against one another. If you have windows, the view outside makes no sense. Even if not, your hands, your face, your feet seem like an uncertain thing. It's the feel of reality itself tearing apart, reshaping, reconnecting, thread by thread.

And suddenly, there's a beach— or ocean, whichever you land in. Smoke. Fire. Salt water churning up, fizzing around.

Maybe you crash, in a ship wrecking into sand. Maybe you merely stumble out of a portal, a ragged wormhole in space. Or maybe you fall off the back of an incredible steed, some creature that carried you into this place. Either way, there's pandemonium around you. Incredibly, severe injuries are far and few between— nobody's screaming about the dead. But you might have to help pull someone free of wreckage, or move quickly to salvage burning belongings from the landing craft. Maybe it's the crafts themselves, that you're trying to salvage.

Likely, you don't know them, these other strangers who arrived here[1]. Maybe you don't trust them— you just came out of a dying world, after all. But you all have one thing in common: you're here now.

When you get a second to breathe, maybe you'll see it. The brilliant green forest across the sand. Beyond that, the glint of a faraway city.
INTO THE WOODS

Your first night at Xistentia does not feature five-star accommodations, but as the sun begins to set, the forest offers everything you need to survive. By now, you may even have met your daemon, who'll help guide you through this. There is fallen wood to make fires for warmth and cooking, any number of rabbits, deer, and fish if that's what you're into eating. Those very same animals also provide guidance as to what vegetation is edible, including a variety of vine mushrooms, fruits, and flowers. If you're the kind of creature that mostly eats other sentient creatures, well. Technically, there are a lot of those hanging out too[2]! Now and then, you'll see tiny, winged humanoid creatures the height of a finger dart in and out of view.

A resourceful group, the multiversal refugees have determined ways to create shelters, using wreckage, supplies, and basic survival knowhow. There aren't enough blankets to go around, but the weather is mild and the fires seem to keep out any aggressive creatures.


Things get quiet. This could be a good time to meet the others under less fraught circumstances. Maybe you'll see some familiar faces and reunite with others who fled from your dying world; maybe you'll meet someone new.

Try not to seek out and fight any Rock Trolls. It's still early.
ENTER THE CITY


The city is beautiful, even with the vines covering everything, the streams running down half the streets, the massive white deer leaping off under the highway overpasses. The architecture of the skyscrapers is incredible to look at, modern and sweeping. It's clear that terraced gardens were part of the building design, and some of the greenery that lines the street had been part of the original city plan. This is a city of great potential.

And it knows you're here. As you walk by, beacons like streetlamps begin to emit a gentle glow, registering your presence. No doors are locked, though you might find yourself chasing out nests of silver-winged birds and bug-eyed rabbits.

Here, you can claim empty shops or the clothing and other sales items inside of them. Apartment complexes aren't difficult to find in a range of sizes; nor are standalone homes, brownstones, loft studios. Penthouses may not feel like penthouses when there's a thin layer of dust growing on everything and a flower growing out of the sink, but you know what? Maybe that little bud is gonna be your first roommate.

It's the strangest thing. After a few days, the lights begin to work and the water begins to run, fully operational within the unseen sewer system. At some point, the keys to your house or residence are going to turn up. Your daemon will help you find what you need. F.A.TE.S. welcomes you.
NETWORK

By now you've settled in. You have some time to explore the city, the woods, and your new kit.

Chances are pretty good that your daemon is not a phone or a computer or a wax-sealed piece of parchment or a Howler, nothing with a convenient camera or a keyboard; it probably isn't even a pocket sized. Likelier, it stares at you with eyes that contain the lenses-- or powers-- of a camera, and some part of its body projects a holographic keyboard into the air. For those of us who are not accustomed to manipulating intangible light prisms, it's about as intuitive to type on as shaping a cloud with your fingers.

But here's your network access. Accessible to all your fellow travelers in XISTENTIA.

Misfires, typos, and blurry video footage are likely. Time to feel like a Luddite!
CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

hells yeah
Footnotes
  1. Some of these can be nameless, plot-device NPCs to facilitate interactions! But even in this case, please avoid gore in describing their current state of being. Anyone dead or catastrophically injured will have disappeared by the time your characters make it to Xistentia. There are no corpses or dying here.

  2. But like OOCly ask permission ofc.
mordacita: (s i l e n t j u d g i n g)

Rafaello d'Este | OC (Eudio CRAU) | OTA

[personal profile] mordacita 2017-05-21 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
A. WOODS
[ This is all wrong. As much as Rafa enjoys spending time in forests, this is not where he is meant to be. His world was under attack, he'd been told, and so he had meant to leave Eudio to get back to it. Instead he'd washed up here - literally washed up, since he'd landed in the sea and had to swim to the beach - and now he's trudging through the forest in wet clothes, carrying a waterlogged phone that will no longer turn on, and moving in the general direction of the city he can see in the background.

There are others here. Rafa doesn't feel too terribly social, given his current attire. His boots are squelching with every step. His hair is dripping, and though he's pulled it back into a tail, it still feels unpleasant. And his clothes, always closely fitting, are clinging to him. He has had better days. This D&G suit has certainly had better days.

And he is hungry. There's also that. One of the tiny little winged things keeps trying to land on his shoulder, and for the seventh time, he bats it away.
]

Fucking faeries. [ Is his personal opinion. This forest is full of them, and also full of other scents he doesn't really know. He's avoiding the large, mossy things that are congregating to the left of the group. He has no idea what those are, but he doesn't like the smell, and he'd rather not face them on an empty stomach. ] I need to eat something more than rabbits or I will go crazy here. Does anyone have a phone signal? [ He asks, raising his voice. His accent is very Italian, and his tone is very irritated. ] Or GPS, dare I hope. This is not what I had in mind.

B. CITY
[ The city is, comparatively, a better place. It seems abandoned, which irks Rafa all over again, but it's not long before he finds dry clothes that haven't been ruined by seawater. He quickly changes, and now moves around dressed in black jeans and a dark-coloured shirt. It's not ideal, but it's better than what he had before. Now ready to explore, he starts picking his way around the city. For a while he's outside, wearing sunglasses now that he's away from the safety of the trees. Every few hours, though, he has to duck inside to let them recharge, and this leads to him discovering quite a number of different buildings. He walks into several that are already occupied, and can only raise a hand in apology. ]

I have yet to find somewhere to stay. Do not worry. I shall not trouble you for long.

[ Only long enough for the glasses to regain some magic, and let him walk back out into the sun. And there is so much sun. His time in the forest had let him get used to the way time works here. Twenty hours of light, and ten of shadow. Twenty hours is a very long time, and the sun is very bad for this vampire.

The night time is much better. Rafa walks around more freely, with the glasses safely in his pocket, and magical streetlamps lighting his way. After a while, a unicorn foal finds him. He tries to chase it off at first, but when that doesn't work, it starts to talk to him instead, and then of course he wants to keep it. It starts to guide him, and his mood brightens. Find him while that's going on, and he might even smile at you.
]

I am searching for somewhere to stay. What are you seeking?

C. NETWORK POST
[ Here is Rafa, or at least a very blurry image that looks as though it might be Rafa. It goes in and out of focus several times, until it settles for a closeup of warm brown eyes. He pulls back, frowning. He could not look more frustrated. ]

How am I supposed to type? I cannot even feel the keys - why are you looking at me like that?! What are you -

[ He leans in closer, squinting right into the camera eyes. And then he sees them moving as though to refocus on him, and his eyes widen. ]

We are recording now?! Yes of course we are recording now, because why would we not be. How very slick.

[ Though still annoyed, Rafa at least makes an attempt at converting his frown to a smile. If they're recording, then he likely has an audience. ]

Forgive me. If you can hear me, then hello! My name is Rafa. I would like to meet the others who have found themselves here. This is not where I am meant to be, and...nothing is as it seems. Also, I am speaking to you through a unicorn which thinks is is an iPhone. Is anyone else having that problem? If so, I should be grateful for a manual of some kind. I do not think it likes me.
Edited 2017-05-21 18:19 (UTC)
thehunger: (01)

The Hunger/"John" | The Adventure Zone | OTA (cw: NPC death)

[personal profile] thehunger 2017-05-21 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)

LANDING (cw: NPC death)


[ The beach is quiet, or about as quiet as it can be, what with people crashing onto it from world after world after dying world. The sky is blue, dotted with clouds, and the waves lap on the sand. Or, wait. The sky was blue. But now, off in the distance, there's black seeping in. Small at first, but growing larger every second. An amorphous black mass, with ribbons of bright colors inside its swirling form, is flowing across the sky, getting closer and closer to the beach. When it reaches just overhead, it blots out the sun and the beach becomes dark. A column of black shoots down to impact with the beach, spilling out over the sand for a second like a shock wave, before it retracts, pulling in on itself, condensing into the form of... a man. A human man, with a slim build, in his early fifties. He's wearing a sharp gray suit with a trendy skinny black tie, and the most expensive shoes you've ever seen. The blackness from the sky falls down upon him-- no, into him, as though he's absorbing all of it, or... or calling it back inside his body. Finally, the black cloud is gone, and there is only the man.

He looks around, as though surprised and, well, disappointed slightly. He looks down at his very nice shoes, which now have sand all over them. He frowns. He steps forward, away from the ocean, and approaches the nearest group of refugees. ]
Where are we? [ he asks, forceful yet curious. When they cannot answer, having just arrived themselves, his frown deepens, and he extends his hand, palm outward, and a black flame surrounds it. The other refugee freezes, hand clutching their chest, and they erupt into the same black flame, as though it was burning them from within, starting with their heart. ]

CITY


[ The man in the sharp gray suit does not bother trying to find food or other clothing. The bare necessities are just so small in comparison to finding answers. Instead he finds his way to the top of the tallest building he can find, and surveys the landscape. That tells him little, though it does give him an idea of where he has found himself. After that, he sits down and consults his daemon, an elegant wooden chess set, trying to delve into whatever information it can give him. ]
thehunger: (02)

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[personal profile] thehunger 2017-05-21 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He does have an audience, of a man in his early fifties. Well put together, well coiffed and sharply dressed. But just as frustrated and ignorant of their surroundings as he is. ]

Rafa, hello. I too am newly arrived, looking for answers. What do you know, so far? I assume you escaped here, same as I did, fleeing something great and terrible?
vexy: (sideeye)

Vex | Lost Girl (Eudio CRAU) | OTA (prose or brackets is fine)

[personal profile] vexy 2017-05-21 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
1. ARRIVAL
When the world was ending, no matter how much you didn't want it to, if there was an opportunity to escape then it had to be taken. He grabbed the hand of the love of his life and stepped through the portal, into what he hoped was safety but was pessimistically convinced it was just an alternative pathway to destruction. It was time to test this 'immortality' reward- He'd know it didn't work if he felt Hades' fine tailored shoe on his face.

One thing he knew for sure was that this wasn't Tartarus, unless they hired a new interior designer. They'd stumbled onto a beach, which would have been rather scenic if not for the shipwrecks and all the confused people. While he hugged Mark, relieved that he made the journey safely with him, he stared at their surroundings. Well. Whatever fresh hell this was, at least he had the fae he loved with him and he couldn't ask for more than that.

Still, the idea that he left dear friends behind, some of which he considered family, briefly gnawed at him. But Vex was good at shoving away the feelings of loss and moving forward, it was the only way to survive. It would help if he had booze. Maybe he could pester the castaways and see if anybody thought to bring any with them...

Priorities, Vex. Priorities.

2. CITY
One thing this place had above the other, he had his mesmer back. So, when he wanted beach-front property which was already occupied by some poor unknown shlub, Vex didn't hesitate to make him throw himself out into the streets. Look, there was plenty of space for everybody, but that didn't mean that the best locations went on a 'first come first serve' basis, only the strong survived in situations like this and Vex was definitely strong. So was his lovely husband, who helped him 'christen' the place before he tried to figure out what to do with it without the aid of a team of decorators.

You might find him outside of his beautiful new home, viciously yanking off the vines and anything that even remotely resembled nature while sweating and swearing his head off. According to Vex, nature could screw itself sideways and several various colorful phrases.

You may also spot him 'shopping', which was a matter of looting for items he'll need. Essentials, such as alcohol, booze, liquor and oh, he supposed more practical things like spirits and-- honestly he was actually getting some necessities, but he was severely craving a buzz at that moment. Wouldn't you if you just went from Paradise Island to Swiss Family Robinson?

3. NETWORK
[ Here you have a scruffy looking fae, lounging in his makeshift bed, blankets just barely covering up anything scandalous with his hair flying in all directions. He was clearly not at his best as he spoke at the Daemon. ]

So I just talk to you 'n you tell everybody?

My function is to--

Stop babbling at me like a Vulcan, I got enough of that back home. Plain English, do you know plain English?

I speak it better than you do.

Oi! Well, there ya go, that's better. You sassy piece of shit, now tell me how I'm supposed to use you to talk to people.

In layman's terms, I can record you and broadcast it to everyone.

Brill, so--

Like I'm doing right now.

You're what?!

[ The blanket went flying, and so did the view as Vex scrambled to cover up his newfound "companion", then the video ended. ]
vexy: (5-horror)

b -- will be a nsfw thread eventually, cw: sex, vamp biting, good stuff

[personal profile] vexy 2017-05-21 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Fucking faeries, indeed. Rafa ought to be careful about speaking of the devil, because they tend to appear. Although in this case Rafa just happened to walk into his house, where Vex was curiously, and angrily, polishing a dusty old fireplace. He halted the moment he heard that voice, eyes wide and body tense.

Was he hearing things?

A part of him didn't want to turn around to confirm that the voice wasn't attached to anything, as he both didn't want to get his hopes up or shatter his dreams. But he swallowed, forced back his anxiety and slowly turned to see... him.

That was step one, now it was just a matter of figuring out whether he was a mirage or the real deal. He opened his mouth, but words failed him. ]
catalogface: (looking up uhh)

Arriving - OPEN to be threadjacked if anyone wants to approach both of them!

[personal profile] catalogface 2017-05-21 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
The last few hours had been the most stressful of Mark's life. They had to decide whether to go or stay and that was being said without knowing where they were going to. It was truly jumping without seeing the net.

And they had landed on a beach. A shipwrecked beach, but a beach none the less. His still held Vex's hand with all of his strength, which could easily become quite painful, but he was more afraid of letting it go. Even after they had 'landed.'

"I mean, it could be worse-" he looked around, still tethered to his husband. There was no saying who these other people were and if it was at all safe. He debated shifting in his head, wetting his lips as he pondered his options. If anyone even looked at them wrong, he would do it, but at the moment he still needed to talk to Vex.

Looking back to his love, "Are you okay, babe?"
vexy: (hold-desperate)

[personal profile] vexy 2017-05-21 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, well, I could use a drink. PiƱa colada?" It was easy to predict where Vex's mind went, especially after stressful circumstances. Coming down from an adrenaline spike was much easier with booze on hand, but as an alternative he kept Mark's hand in his and squeezed it to reassure himself as well as his lover - the pain had gone numb at that point.

"That's a lot of bloody people," he muttered, mostly to himself. How many worlds came to an end? And was it all at once? What could have possibly caused all that? He tried to shove it out of his mind because, in his opinion, that was way above his pay grade.

He sighed and kissed Mark on the side of his forehead. "I'm gonna go momentarily mushy 'n say I'm really glad I'm here with you."
mindmeld: (Default)

spock | star trek aos (eudio crau) | ota

[personal profile] mindmeld 2017-05-21 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
1. CRASH LANDING.

[ Born on a desert planet, Spock still had to learn to swim for survival training, which, training which continues to serve the stated purpose. Swimming is not an enjoyable activity in general, made even more cumbersome by the fact that he has to shimmy out of his now destroyed shuttle and swim to the shore wearing his uniform, burdened by the tricorder, PADD, and phaser he managed to salvage from the wreck. But eventually, his feet hit the beach, and he stumbles out of the waves with less grace than his usual movements.

Starfleet uniforms are designed to adapt to various temperatures and dry quickly, so Spock is not too uncomfortable. None of his equipment works, between the water that seeped into the gadgets and the lack of any functional system. Which is odd - they were designed to work even on planets without network systems or electricity.

Finding a large piece of driftwood, away from the surf and capable of providing an acceptably flat surface, he sets to work on adapting the tricorder. ]
If I adjust the settings -

[ Only he doesn't get far; feet away, another craft crashes to the beach. Flames lick up the side and Spock calculates he has moments before the entire thing explodes, so he does what is logical: approaches the craft, fingers finding a latch to reveal a door, and someone inside. ]

I predict this shuttle will explode in approximately one point two standard minutes, [ he offers, even as he reaches inside to help the individual out. ]

2. THE CITY.

[ Still no functional tricorder, but that does not stop Spock from exploring and seeking to understand the city. The contrast is intriguing: towering buildings, passageways that imply a bustling transportation system, all covered with vines and overgrowth.

Spock is a scientist and this place is the stuff of dreams. (Not that Vulcans dream - according to Spock.) Even without his labs, there is enough to discover. Spock can be found diving in and out of buildings; if he stumbles across anyone who seems to have made a home in one such place, he will be polite and excuse himself.

Other times, he can be overheard talking; to himself or to the giant, fanged teddy-bear following him. ]
As the beacons light up only when approached, it stands to reason there are sensors involved. Perhaps examining one closer will explain more about the city.

[ Spock is inclined to explore the city; run into him anywhere. ]

3. NETWORK.

[ There is no awkward fumbling with the network from Spock, as he waits some time before making a network post. Once he has a better understanding of the network and devices, he settles in to make a video. It shows Spock, face and eyes serious, with a bowl cut and blue shirt. ]

I am seeking any individual who served on, or knows of, the starship Enterprise.

In addition, I request the assistance of anyone with knowledge of engineering or computer circuitry, as I am at a loss of how to fix a certain piece of equipment with which I managed to escape.

Spock out.
varou: (t w e n t y - t w o)

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[personal profile] varou 2017-05-21 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
How's the new friend working out for you? :D
vexy: (temper)

[personal profile] vexy 2017-05-21 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Bloody perfect and wonderful device, it is! I'd be lost without it!

I DIDN'T TYPE THAT!

AGGGGHH!!!

YOU DON'T NEED TO DICTATE MY SCREAMING!

Wait, who is that?! Who is this?!
pillz: (scream)

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[personal profile] pillz 2017-05-21 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[kavinsky has been worrying. which is to say that kavinsky had been diligently, forcefully not-worrying, choosing instead to channel his nervous energy into slapping weird forest bugs, bitching about how green everything smells, and the necessity of using leaves to wipe ass, and bitchy frustration that aric and murphy were exponentially better at outdoorsmanship than he is.

now that he's in the city, his not-worrying has intensified. the number of available distractions has increased helpfully! he's been wandering through the creeper-ridden buildings, stealing what he likes, and irate that stealing doesn't feel so much, gratifyingly, like stealing when nobody technically owns this shit in the first place. yes, it's pointlessly neurotic and stupid to follow these trains of thought. but let's be honest. it's a lot more comfortable to dwell on these idiotic notions than to think about eudio collapsing in on itself and everybody he loved there.

he's in an abandoned apartment. he shoves the windows open and takes a deep breath of too-clean air. trying to picture himself living in this one, the third floor, unit 3f, when he looks down and]


Rafaello! [the baby unicorn jumps on its hooves.] Look out! Look up!

[there's a boy in the sky. kavinsky, all skinny bones and garish tattoos, crashing down toward the vampire, in full expectation that his mother will catch him.]
mindmeld: (Default)

3. video

[personal profile] mindmeld 2017-05-21 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Spock had been ready to respond to the video the moment he saw Vex and realized who it was.

The Vulcan comment simply required correcting. ]


No Vulcan would babble at you. Nor, I should add, was your Daemon babbling at you, as you did not allow it to complete a sentence.
Edited 2017-05-21 21:01 (UTC)
varou: (s i x t e e n)

[personal profile] varou 2017-05-21 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
that hurts. like it really hurts. like my feelings are killing me now. thanks, vex.
vexy: (say again)

[personal profile] vexy 2017-05-21 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh! Sure! Take its side! All you bloody computers stick tog--

[ Rant paused. ]

That you, Spocky?
Edited 2017-05-21 21:02 (UTC)
vexy: (strangle)

[personal profile] vexy 2017-05-21 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Look, I just got here and I'm surrounded by beautiful, lush, healthy nature which is good for me and

I WILL TOSS YOU INTO THE OCEAN IF YOU TYPE ONE MORE BLOODY WORD WRONG

Is that Hunter?
mindmeld: (040.)

[personal profile] mindmeld 2017-05-21 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
My name is not Spocky. If you are the individual with whom I am acquainted, we have had this discussion.

[ And just in case: ]

I am Spock.
varou: (t w e n t y - f o u r)

[personal profile] varou 2017-05-21 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
your guy is the best.

and yeah, man. it's me.
deathstouch: (015)

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[personal profile] deathstouch 2017-05-21 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
You should be more careful with that, shouldn't you?
varou: (f i f t e e n)

a.

[personal profile] varou 2017-05-21 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ One second he's in Eudio the next....

It doesn't really hit him. He's sure it will eventually, but for now he doesn't try to think much of it. His first instinct is search for Rafa. Maybe find shelter, the sun won't be kind to him for long. But Rafa... Rafa.... Rafa....

He turns and turns seeking out Rafa's familiar scent or a sight of him. Instead it's his ears thatch catch that accent.

In a moment he's running. He keeps his focus on the sound of Rafa's voice until finally he finds him. ]


Rafa. [ He grabs him roughly, pulling him against his chest without hesitation.]
vexy: (impatient)

[personal profile] vexy 2017-05-21 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Get your gorgeous bum over here so I can hug you! I have a beach house, I'll stand outside so you can see me, if you can't smell me. I probably reek already. >:-(
vexy: (5-grin)

[personal profile] vexy 2017-05-21 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His face softens a bit, a slight grin on his lips. ]

'ello, luv. Funny, wasn't I just talking to you over that bead thing? Are we really back together again?
vexy: (temper)

[personal profile] vexy 2017-05-21 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, he should. I'm a very important tool and without me he w

DON'T TALK TO PEOPLE! YOU'RE A BLOODY COMPUTER! WHY ARE YOU TYPING WHAT I'M YELLING AT YOU?!

I can't even see who I'm typing TO! Who's that?
catalogface: (sassin)

I forget Vex's proper age, but I also figure Vex forgot too so I'm in the clear

[personal profile] catalogface 2017-05-21 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
The comment didn't make Mark flinch. Hell, he could use a drink himself. A few shots while they were at it.

"Yeah," His hearing picked up that muttering and his gaze followed Vex's. "Do you recognize anyone?" Mark didn't, not at first.

Vex all mushy was probably something that Mark needed at that moment. The touch of his lips to his forehead eased some of the tension in his shoulders, reminding him what was really important right now. His eyes met Vex's and said plenty, "We'll be okay so long as we're together." Words that didn't need to be spoken, but they came out just to be certain he knew. "I won't let anything happen to you." Says the kitten to the hundreds-of-years-old fae.
pillz: (birdie)

joseph kavinsky | crau | the raven cycle (cw suspected animal death)

[personal profile] pillz 2017-05-21 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
beach { closed to crau aric & murphy
[list of shit that's been super fucked lately:
  1. aric was on his way over and murphy was still at his apartment, which was separately anxiety-inducing, when
  2. earthquakes began to strike across the town he'd come to see as his home,
  3. the magic towers and protections faltering,
  4. his alcohol shelf falling over, crashing, shattering everywhere,
  5. (secondary: he cut his foot on bottle glass) (at least the alcohol probably sterilized it though)
  6. where the fuck are ash, minho, and newt? he'd made himself lay down and dream. it had felt impossible with the house shaking, but he'd done it, because selfishly he hadn't wanted to die.
  7. then a gigantic magical ungulate burst into reality, and murphy started screaming at him, and he didn't want to go before he knew what the fuck was happening with raf and vex and aric, but then thanatos kicked in the door and thundered with aric astride him and it seemed like enough of a sign that it was all right then, he was allowed to give in to the terror pounding in his veins, the overwhelming desire to cut and run, even though he knew it made him a coward— like he always knew.
  8. sudden sunshine. sand, a glaring white beach where everyone is screaming, bizarre ships are sinking in the sea, and portals of jagged distortion keep popping into view in a nauseating disruption of physics.
the air smells like salt. kavinsky falls off the white elk's gigantic rump, retching, his stomach in a revolt. he had been riding behind murphy with his dog in his lap, and she falls over with a whimper of shock, her wide snow paws kicking wildly in the substrate underfoot. he lets go of her, mostly so she doesn't accidentally get him in the dick, and twists around.]


Aric! Where fuck are you! [he's still on his knees when he twists his head the other way, trying to assure himself the elk didn't fall over and crush its remaining rider, either. too much is going on. the tide suddenly rides in and soaks cold and soggy through the knees of his pants and shoes. his foot stings inside its sock.] HEY.



city { open
[you know what was fucked when the dog started talking to him. moonshine. and starts projecting holographic keyboards out of her fucking chest, and tells him he'd left the last letter off her name all along, apparently.

to be perfectly honest, half the reason he's hunting across the city is because he's pretty sure that this daemon is an impersonator. it must have found the real moonshine at night, some point in the shitty camping episode. maybe it killed her, took her skin. he doesn't know if he's looking for a skinned carcass or a secret cache of abducted animals.

the other half his reason is: he's scared for everyone at home and, despite the explanation offered by his daemon, he isn't sure what he's doing here. not really. he's distracting himself by robbing an empty city. at this point, the gigantic camping rucksack he got is loaded with random shit. cans of spaghetti-o's and bags of candy, a random tupperware container of crispy bacon, a few dvds he's never heard of, clothes that look like they'd fit him, a few kitchen knives, bottles of booze, three packs of cigarettes. he hasn't stopped to try and dream anything yet, not trusting that vulnerability until he finds his way back to his companions. he prefers his solitude. by now, moonshined has learned to follow largely in silence.

but his foot is throbbing. he stops in the shadow of what was probably at some point a bank in order to smoke, only to find]


WHO, [furiously,] THE FUCK HAS A LIGHT.
vexy: (mesmerlaugh)

haha, yes he did. prob close to a thousand, if not over it, he's not sure.

[personal profile] vexy 2017-05-21 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"No," he wanted to say 'not yet' or 'we can't be the only ones from home', something like that but it was too uncharacteristically optimistic for him so he let those hopeful followups die in his throat. Though Mark's words made him think of something and he reached out his hand to try and mesmer one of the random people, who then turned away from who they were talking to and yelled in protest as they were forced to roll around in the sand. He smirked.

"Looks like I'm gonna be able to take care of you properly now, too." He let go of the stranger so he could pull Mark into another hug, and groaned against his neck. "Bloody hell, at least there's that. I'd go mad if I was still neutered."

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