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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terminal illness cw

[mehanizovati]

[the sound is immediately familiar. sometimes it felt like only days before that he woke in a hospital bed, to jayce's shaky explanation of how much time he had left. even before hospitals were a familiar thing, more so after the move to piltover. the undercity didn't have such long, sterile halls and quiet, plain rooms.

the girl is young enough his chest aches as he moves closer, eying over the machines hooked to her, resting finally on megumi. the shadowy energy is somewhat familiar now, enough that he approaches without any unease. he's certainly seen the good such dire energy can do.]

In truth I was thinking I was a fool for not checking in with you after our last meeting. [he answers, a brief moment to take in the rest of the room, half expecting that demon lurking.] You're being hunted, in a way. In your dreams and mind.

[stoicsilhouette]

[ Eyes cast downward. ] It's not your fault-- it's... [ his voice trails off momentarily. Hearing the bit about being hunted doesn't seem to sink in the way it should. Eyebrows furrow together in thought before releasing. ] Don't worry there's a barrier around the hospital. Curses shouldn't be able to get in. [ His tone tries to shift towards dry and impartial, but his eyes remain distant and emotional.

Straightening out his back before getting on to his feet, two stormy green eyes meeting Viktor's golden hue. In doing so, he completely avoids making any eye contact with the woman lying in front of him. It's too much. ]

Here take my chair, there's another one out here [ his hand gestures to the bright hallway. As he moves and passes the mirror, his reflection reveals a small black frame latched on to his backside. The creature's many eyes seem concealed at the moment. Taking no notice of anything unusual he continues walking towards the doorway. ]

[mehanizovati]

[viktor watches him stand, processing that bit about curses. megumi's at least somewhat entangled in the dream, that much is obvious. he knows enough of this to understand there is something in this dream itself that needs to be faced before it devours him.

he doesn't move to sit, half expecting megumi to vanish if he leaves the room. it's good, because he catches sight of the creature. ah, there it was, perhaps hunting wasn't the right word. already trapped, just not right for devouring yet. viktor's mouth thins into a grim line as he turns to regard megumi's back in the 'real' world, where there's nothing to see.]

May I ask who she is? [he decides to go with, moving towards the doorway to keep them at least somewhat close.]

[stoicsilhouette]

[ Not fully stopping but stiffening his posture he turns on his toes to face the question. ]

She's my older sister, Tsumiki. [ Step sister to be exact but what does that really matter? When you're family, specifics don't really mean much, right? You're either there for each other or you're not.

The hallway is a much dimmer location. Eggshell white aged walls line both sides of an unending corridor. A single miserable outdated overhead fluorescent bulb spreads some form of light. All of the doors presumably leading to other patients' rooms are closed. The general vibe of a hospital is present but the specifics- like room numbers and names seem to be missing with the exception of the room that they came out of. This space is marked with a 六 (meaning 6) and the name (伏黒 津美紀) Fushiguro Tsumiki.

Grabbing the chair he heads back into the room quickly past the small mirror. This time the creature is nowhere to be found in his reflection; however, Megumi's features appear like that of a blurred image. Nothing defined solidly, but all the general shapes and colors are there present. Placing the chair next to his- he gestures once more, inviting Viktor to take a seat.]