june catch-all

[mehanizovati]

Who: viktor and others, open to all with some closed prompts in comments
What: june catch-all, some tdm prompts
When: june
Where: various

content warning; terminal illness, arcane season 1 spoilers



misc lab stuff and various fruits.

[viktor's lab in the willful machine is usually left unlocked when he's working inside. friends or acquaintances have likely been told they're welcome to stop by if they like, either to say hello or to get help with whatever a vaguely sketchy lab could handle. of course someone he doesn't know can just walk in too or knock. maybe there's a sudden downpour and that ajar door is tempting? go for it.

the lab has been slowly filling with all sorts of nonsense on the various tables- lasers! tasers! some weird machine hooked up to a blood gem? it is not unlikely to be walking by and hear some minor booming noise and either a curse in czech or a satisfied 'a-ha!' feel free to investigate.

this month there's something else too, a bowl full of fruit. all the fruits mentioned in the tdm in fact, there to be tested on though it looks more like they're just for guests if people are unaware there's some weird shit going on.]

Just a moment, make yourself at home. [he might say to guest. that would include eating some fruit, right? enjoy. probably not the raw lemon though, that's weird.]

[ooc; if you want to memshare i am game, my only hard limit on memories is no suicide stuff please. self sacrifice is fine! feel free to ask to make sure one is okay. if you'd like a viktor memory let me know any hard limits and what sort of memory you might prefer!]


gaze and time loops.

[having lungs mostly working for the moment is pretty great, in viktor's humble opinion. it means walking around the trench doesn't come with the risk of coughing up blood and attracting beasts and generally having a bad time, along with added perks like not getting so easily winded and going for longer. it also means he finds himself out longer than he usually would, which maybe isn't the best, as it turns out.

for example, making his way home through gaze and hearing the chilling cry of a beast, sighing and trying to make his way around what turns out to be the wrong corner. maybe that's where he sees your character before the snarling of a too close beast starts in earnest.

and then snap! they're both back about an hour, where they passed on the street. the look viktor gives is somewhere between resigned and 'fuck this, actually.'] There is a term for this. 'One of those days,' I think.



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points at the xenophobia sign

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[it takes viktor a moment to place carver's face, likely because of the drinks but at least he remembers enough to ease slightly at the sight of a friendly face. well, looming face, but that actually works better, really.

especially when the man is quiet for the first time to whip around and blanche a little at the sight of Big Man with Sword. just enough time for viktor to actually get a word in edgewise.]

I could. This man thinks it is his right to beat him- [he jerks a thumb to the slumped and quiet man behind him] -within an inch of his life because he blames a beast attack him.

[that has the angry man starting again, a frothy tirade that amounts to some simple mistake that led to a beast getting past a place it should not have and the damage that followed. a moment of carelessness, a preventable tragedy, an unpleasant story of someone grasping for closure that isn't going to come.

of course he rounds on carver when he's done to spit 'you sleeper bastards are half the problem, taking what you will like you're owed, dragging trouble and corruption with you. go back to the damned ocean and leave trench matters to its people!' probably with a few colorful insults, whatever fun things sleepers get called. the look on viktor's face is instantly colder, more so with how many people nod along to it.]

[bigfinish]

[Oh boy, it's already going places. Carver looks between Viktor and the injured man again, then at the guy in front of him just in time for him to start ranting, and— ah. He scowls, which should be a deterrent, but this man is so deep in the anti-Sleeper juice that he doesn't notice. A few people surrounding them slowly stop nodding, at least - there's that.

Still: wow. Carver folds his arms, drumming his fingers on his still very threatening bicep, growing more impatient by the moment. Logically, he should not start fights in the street, for the sake of the collective Sleeper reputation. Logically. It won't end well for anyone.

But some dickhead in the crowd laughs and audibly calls them 'bottom feeders,' which - he's pretty sure squids don't do that, but it's pretty clearly loaded with just enough derision to flip that switch. He reaches out for the guy still ranting, because he's within reach unlike the cat-caller, putting a hand fully onto his forehead and pushing him back towards the rest of the assembled crowd.]

That one's free. Next one's going to cost you, if you want to keep wasting our time.

[Naturally, this eases the crowd in no way at all, particularly not the guy who just had his head bounced off somebody else mid-rant. Carver puts himself between the crowd and Viktor-plus-that-other-guy, helpfully, as someone else in the crowd snaps something their way about how they're all 'violent headcases'.]

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[viktor should find this minor escalation an issue, but at the moment he can't help but feel mostly satisfied to see the man flail and fall back into the crowd who only barely try to keep him upright. at this rate he thinks it might even be for the best, violence seems less a possibility and more an inevitably with how the man was winding up.

it didn't hurt to have a man carrying a big sword to remind them no good would come from that. not that the man seems to get it, fuming as he steps up and spits right at carver's feet.]

Perhaps you should leave now. [viktor tells the man behind them, who just looks at them uneasily but does get to his feet. the crowd seems largely riling up again, especially with how the idiot moves to shove carver and call him a freeloading, blood soaked ink sacs. ]