october catch-all [ota]

[laruetheday]

Who: Clarisse + anyone!
What: October catch-all
When: Throughout the month
Where: Two prompts that are out in town + one for just the house

Content Warnings: Just The Depression™



01 | loneliness kills [ota]

[ At first, Clarisse thinks she's hallucinating. It seems like the natural progression to whatever's been happening to her head since she came to Trench. First the unbearable tense energy, and then the onset of migraines and the whispy white figures she can sometimes catch in the corner of her vision, and now... walking corpses. Sure, makes sense. Except the corpse doesn't go away. It walks steadily behind whoever's approaching her, glassy eyed and silent.

The corpse doesn't seem violent, which is the only thing that keeps her from attacking it, but her entire body tenses up like a cat waiting to pounce, and she's staring at whoever is making their way toward her. Or, more accurately, she's staring at the dead thing behind whoever is making their way toward her. ]

You... there's... [ Finally, lacking the right words to explain what she's seeing, she resorts to pointing a finger. ] Dead person.

02 | welcome to the black parade [ota]

[ Even misanthropic migraine sufferers need to leave the house every once in a while.

Clarisse is standing near the shop window of Shape of Blood, where she's been ogling a set of knives, and trying to avoid taking a strange mask in the shape of a monster's face from a native. They've clearly just explained something to her, because she's shaking her head. ]

I don't need protection. Ugh—seriously, I don't—back off!

[ Looks like someone isn't planning on showing up for the parade this month. ]

03 [closed to housemates]

[ Clarisse is lying on the couch, curled up and facing inward, her back to the room. At first she might seem to be asleep, but if someone enters the room, she twists the slightest bit so she can see who's there, before turning back to press her pale face against the cushion.

Her head hurts, all the time. Last month, Luna's potions had eased some of her restless energy, and talking with Bella had helped her feel less crazy, but it's abundantly clear that things have gotten much worse with the onset of October. The pounding behind her eyes, the crushing loneliness of everyone around her. She's suffocating under the weight of it. All she wants to do is sleep and forget about this place, but even when she sleeps, she has a headache. Even in other people's dreams, she's sad.

After a few seconds, when she doesn't hear the person exit the room, Clarisse's shoulders tense. She doesn't lift her face from the cushion, and her voice is muffled when she says, sounding almost defensive, ] What?

04 | wildcard!

[ Wildcard option! Feel free to have your character show up at the house looking for Clarisse (or anyone she lives with, if you'd like her to just be the one to answer the door or something). She'll be pretty much AWOL aside from some very rare appearances this month, but this is one way to catch her. ]

Comments

( 01 )

[jedies]

[ obi-wan had been a tad distracted. his senses are at times overwhelmed by this place and what the force is telling him. it is cumbersome to separate the two and still a learning process. so he blinks quizzically before focusing on the corpse. ]

Ah. That could be a problem.

[ though it doesn't look like one. still, his hand drifts towards his saber, just in case. ]

[laruetheday]

[ Well, she's not going to let him be the only one with his hand on a weapon, and so Clarisse reaches down and curls her fingers around the handle of her knife. The corpse has stopped a foot or so behind Obi-Wan and simply stands there, staring into the void. It... sort of reminds Clarisse of the soldiers she summons, plucked out of Asphodel, but those guys can talk, and this corpse hasn't spoken. Still, she wonders. ]

Try giving it an order, [ she suggests. It can't hurt to try. ]

[jedies]

[ an order? obi-wan blinks at the corpse quizzically, before speaking up. normally, he would give a mind suggestion, but those don't work with orders. ]

Do not more.

[laruetheday]

[ Clarisse raises an eyebrow. The dead guy isn't moving, but he wasn't really moving before, either. Just following. If it were her, she would've told the corpse to punch himself in the face, but not her dead guy = not her choice. ]

I can't tell if it worked or not.

[jedies]

[ he frowns. ]

Neither can I. All I sense is . . . emptiness.

I think we should take this chance to leave.

[laruetheday]

[ Clarisse: not a fan of running away from stuff, but also her head is killing her and for once in her life she's not particularly itching to grapple with a zombie. She shrugs a shoulder and relaxes her grip on the knife at her belt. ]

I live near here. [ There's an unspoken invitation, if he wants a place to hide out for a minute. She points down the road. ]

[jedies]

[ he nods before reaching out with the force to push the zombie back and disorient it. he doesn't want to resort to violence unless it's absolutely necessary and right now, it didn't seem that way. ]

Yes, that sounds like a good option. Thank you.

[laruetheday]

[ Huh... alrighty then. ]

It's this way. [ Clarisse turns and starts heading in the direction of her house—walking briskly, not afraid but not wanting to hang around longer than she has to, either—occasionally glancing back over her shoulder to see if the zombie (or whatever it is) is following them. ]

What's that thing you did?

[jedies]

[ obi-wan adjusts his cloak before glancing at clarisse. ]

It's called the Force. I can tap into it and move objects with my mind.

[laruetheday]

Oh, okay.

[ Sounds like fun, moving objects with your mind. Clarisse would use it to bring herself breakfast in bed. ]

I can do stuff, too, but it doesn't have a fancy name or anything.

[jedies]

[ curious. ]

What would you call it then?

[laruetheday]

[ She thinks it over for a moment, then shrugs. ]

I don't call it anything. They're just my powers.

[jedies]

[ ah. he smiles, congenial. ]

Therein lies the difference. My powers are not mine. It is the power that exists all around us that I tap into. And I try not to use them with impunity.

[laruetheday]

[ Whatever "impunity" means. ]

Well, mine are from my father. [ Clarisse puffs her chest out. ] And I use them whenever I feel like it. [ Because although Obi-Wan isn't challenging her, that doesn't stop Clarisse from feeling like she has something to prove. ]