deercountry | august catch-all (open + closed prompts in comments)

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august catch-all (open + closed prompts in comments)

Who: falco grice, 2B & friends!
What: a log with closed prompts and open prompts soon to come for the duration of august !feel free to reach out on my plotting comments,

liberos or owlie#3609 if you'd like to plot something specific! i will definitely do personalized tls!
When: august!
Where: corners of trench!

Content Warnings: mentions of gore, body horror, will add as they come

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[ excuse me— have you seen a sleeper named vi, with pink hair? the repeated question asked of trenchies mostly situated in crenshaw funnel down to a few sightings finally pointing to the sanctuary (the rookery and ursula's come in close second and third). it's quite a walk when he's gripping a crutch beneath his arm to help him stand, but it's not exhausting or impossible. he's already slept for days and was itching to walk around again— to see people again. this one, in particular, deserves his attention for the absurd amount of food brought to him while taking shelter in the rocks off the farthest shore.

the courtyard was like no other: peaceful and empowered by a tree of sweet pink blooms, falco has a hard time leaving the guardian sapling's vicinity to continue into the main hall. he asks left and right, told that he could probably catch her at any moment now— in the meantime, he wanders around the hallways, sneaks through the dining hall (he thinks abigail didn't see him; she totally did), until finally, he's pulled to a halt by quaint recovery rooms that hold the swift in and outs of healers and resting patients.

he's peeking inside from one of the doorframes like a cautious, curious little mouse, getting distracted by watching them work, the instruments or abilities used, the bedside manner, but also feels the bubbling impulse in his chest to approach a resting, shaggy gentleman on one of the beds, gazing out the closest window with longing.

he's starting to look not-so-subtle. just this growing, skinny teenage boy with an arm crutch spying on the infirmary wing— ]

Edited 2022-08-02 01:28 (UTC)

[ it was strange to see so much peculiar gathering of things among the sleepers. 2B knew better than to swallow water, much less find herself in it— it's just unnatural for her, especially when she hadn't the habit of eating or drinking. higher ground has always seemed like the best place to roost, even though she hasn't found herself an actual "home" to go to and from her hunts. a trenchie has offered her a survival pack: a knitted wool blanket, a carved-out wooden cup, and a neatly folded paper containing an assortment of mushrooms and berries. she declines immediately to say: ]

No. You should save your resources.

[ oh, nonsense, please, the citizen retorts, clasping her hands around the tied package and holding it forth. in the split second it took to doubletake, the woman holds it away from incoming grabby hands, right against her chest in a protective shield. oh, not you again! she scowls, prepared to give the greedy, survival-hoarding sleeper maria thorpe a piece of her mind. 2B herself doesn't understand this concept. offering food and fabric to an android is okay, but another person who has (apparently) been seen before but . . . not given a package—? is not okay?

??? ]

Edited 2022-08-10 16:34 (UTC)

[ an android's anatomy was advanced (as well as a bit of a mystery), but not to 2B, and not for her time. it is certainly different from what a human may be accustomed to, though— which is why she starts and overlooks her own transfusion. a bag of vileblood is prepared from the banks collected fresh from lumenwood. to be sure that viktor can get a consistent look at her infected flesh cracking through her palm and down her wrist, wrapped in bandages to detain wandering eyes, she remains at the sanctuary's infirmary wing.

there was nowhere else to go, and anna had told her to try; she sits up in her bed, inserting the needle by her own hand, and watching the intravenous drip pump an ugly green fluid within one of her "veins", once filled with colored oil. she's quiet and doesn't seem like she'll openly speak to the others in the room with her— but she does observe, her eyes at one point falling on a woman laying in the bed next to her. ]

Edited 2022-08-10 16:54 (UTC)

[ prufrock was 2B's designated bunker, now. she had no "home", only a bed to rest in when it was necessary to recharge, and compromised protection that needed to be solved. those were her missions. this was closest thing she could find to continue doing and being who she was manufactured to be. well, that's false. she doesn't want her buried designation. she is 2B, and to 2B it would be: a combat android that fights for not the lost, but now living humanity.

there have been rumors turning into facts of a curse affecting only sleepers, drawing them to hunger until they erupt into a monstrous squid form— and consume the closest sleeper they could get their suckers on. the trenchie that stops 2B to tell her is devastated and anxious. the thing appeared and turned, right at her doorstep, it didn't attack her, but she fears what could happen to the sleeper that finds it unprepared. she'd like to be in favor of the sleepers, you see. anything less, and they were bound to bring more trouble.

2B wasn't one for gossip, though. she has her destination, and she's going. a-alone? squeaks the trenchie. oh, won't you consider a partner? please— she's had a partner. she doesn't think she wants to get attached to another one. plus, most of them were humans— she'd have one more thing to fiercely protect out there. ]

I'll work better alone.

[ says the mysterious, sexy goth girl. ]

Edited 2022-08-10 17:25 (UTC)

[ the boys had an excellent idea aligning with each other's current, shall we say, interests: and that was visiting the archives for books. jun wanted books. falco wanted specific books, but neither had actually specified other than agreeing to go to this massive library filled with records and the smell of old paper and ink. falco finds something to add to his pile of must-read-take homes: romantically decrypted: the science of love and attraction by mehmet glogule. ]

There's a science to it—!

[ a scholar hushes him, sharply to stay quiet and mind his enthusiasm. he holds the book close and begins to flip through the first few pages and he finds his pile nearby jun's awfully larger pile. ]

Edited 2022-08-10 19:32 (UTC)

This room isn’t that flashy a room. some may not even consider it much of a room to a home at all. 2B doesn’t make these quarters feel any more comfortable than offered. The mattress is directly on the floor, for one— the wooden bed frame couldn’t take the android’s weight the first time she laid on it and caused it to splinter into halves.

A golden lamplight flickers on the edge of a simple Victorian console table against the wall, upholding tools and materials 2B has gathered to upkeep her own maintenance. She seems to be doing that now, in fact, kneeled upon her single-sized bed and cleaning her artificial skin with cloths and handling her black-lined joints with a thin needle-head pick. Pod is conversing with her as she works, explaining how a squid should be taken care of. She simply listens.

On the floor and underneath the console table is a chamber pot full of water, and in that should be a Sleeper Squid.

[ the sanctuary is holding a much-needed blood drive with the curse among sleepers spreading left and right. levi will be led to the medical wing and into a bed next to another young woman— with silver hair in a shortened pixie cut, sitting up in her bed with a perfectly erect posture.

if this was her donor, then— she owes at least a greeting. 2B gives an incline of her head, and tools offered to her in a tray aren't exactly conventional for getting a vein. she's a special case, but . . . well, they'll see to that soon. the nurse guides him to sit tight as she prepares everything and asks for his arm to be ready. ]

Thank you.

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SEMI-OPEN: tbd

CLOSED: @faceblocks

CLOSED: @givetheslip

CLOSED: @manyone (cw: brief mention of needles)