Who: Qrow & various people What: December catch-all When: Throughout December Where: Around town, in memories, Trench Silent Hill, etc [ooc: starters in the comments! if you'd like something specific, pls hit me up on plurk or discord to plot!]
It's -- oh for god's sake. You warned me. You warned me this would happen and we still came around to it anyway and I didn't even notice until I'd gone and done it.
[His voice is definitely scratchier, the accent more distinct, further lending credence to the idea that this is not in fact just a normal 'private business' sort of thing.
You know what? If this is how it always goes, if this is what this place expects, if he's going to be stuck in this tunnel until he gives in -- then fine. Fine. Fine. Like usual he skips over any of the more sensible or roundabout options and picks the mot direct, salt-the-earth choice. It's risky, but the corrupted part of him likes risk. He stops and rounds on Qrow, luckily thinking to point the harpoon gun down at the ground rather than directly at the other man. That would have probably not gone over well.]
I've got holes in my memory. Sometimes, if I get too close to them, that happens -- like when a tape skips or when you're goin' up the stairs and you miss a step. I don't know why Stanford and I split, all I know is it's bad enough I don't want to remember it. Generally I don't talk about it so this isn't a problem!
[That's usually how it happens. The conversation seems to flow naturally until you suddenly find yourself deep in territory you're not actually comfortable with, too late to back out. On the plus side, Qrow doesn't sound horrified or anything like that, at least. It's not that far removed from something he can relate to himself--drowning himself in alcohol when the world got to be too much to deal with, waking up in places he didn't recognize because he blacked out, things like that.]
For what it's worth, I didn't push so that you'd tell me the actual secret. I don't actually care about your business. S'just that it was too obvious, and if you don't want people knowing about it, you're gonna want to practice locking that shit down. Wearing it on your face like that just gives people a blinking "dig here" sign.
[A quiet breath, and here, Qrow's gonna go ahead and smear the clown makeup on his face because he just got done saying he doesn't care but he sure is out here offering advice on how to keep your secrets, isn't he. And now that it's already out there he just....hngh.]
Has anyone told you yet that this place shares memories pretty often? Even fake ones, sometimes. Whatever happened that freaked you out so bad...you never know when the town will throw it at someone else. You'll wanna be ready for that.
[He deflates a little. The point of the harpoon gun droops even lower toward the floor as his arms sag. He wants to snap back that it's usually not a problem because he's usually not trapped in holes with people, but apparently that's going to become something more common going forward. It's not something he can help is the problem. When he skips over those ragged bits in his memory... it's not like he can work around them. He doesn't know they're there until he's on them. That's the point.
That is going to be a problem.
Instead he focuses on the other half of it, because that's easier to deal with.]
Oh, I -- I know. It already played one for everyone to see over the Omni network. Nothing I didn't remember but it sure was not somethin' I'd want other folks to see.
Yeah, it never seems to be. Either that, or it's something that'd dig up some deeply personal wounds for someone else that you couldn't possibly have known about so you end up feeling like shit about it anyway. Basic Sleeper hazard, I guess.
[He's still salty about that time his childhood with Ozpin got shared with Gerry before those fences had been properly mended, and Gerry had looked at him with such wretchedly hopeful eyes when asking if it was a happy memory for him that he'd felt a sudden and intense pang of understanding about why Ozpin preferred half-truths and kind lies.]
Honestly, network aside, anytime you're trapped with someone somewhere you weren't planning to be, just assume it's going to be something like that. [He shrugs] You get used to it.
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cw: arguably self harm, more memory issues stuff
[His voice is definitely scratchier, the accent more distinct, further lending credence to the idea that this is not in fact just a normal 'private business' sort of thing.
You know what? If this is how it always goes, if this is what this place expects, if he's going to be stuck in this tunnel until he gives in -- then fine. Fine. Fine. Like usual he skips over any of the more sensible or roundabout options and picks the mot direct, salt-the-earth choice. It's risky, but the corrupted part of him likes risk. He stops and rounds on Qrow, luckily thinking to point the harpoon gun down at the ground rather than directly at the other man. That would have probably not gone over well.]
I've got holes in my memory. Sometimes, if I get too close to them, that happens -- like when a tape skips or when you're goin' up the stairs and you miss a step. I don't know why Stanford and I split, all I know is it's bad enough I don't want to remember it. Generally I don't talk about it so this isn't a problem!
cw: reference to alcoholism
For what it's worth, I didn't push so that you'd tell me the actual secret. I don't actually care about your business. S'just that it was too obvious, and if you don't want people knowing about it, you're gonna want to practice locking that shit down. Wearing it on your face like that just gives people a blinking "dig here" sign.
[A quiet breath, and here, Qrow's gonna go ahead and smear the clown makeup on his face because he just got done saying he doesn't care but he sure is out here offering advice on how to keep your secrets, isn't he. And now that it's already out there he just....hngh.]
Has anyone told you yet that this place shares memories pretty often? Even fake ones, sometimes. Whatever happened that freaked you out so bad...you never know when the town will throw it at someone else. You'll wanna be ready for that.
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That is going to be a problem.
Instead he focuses on the other half of it, because that's easier to deal with.]
Oh, I -- I know. It already played one for everyone to see over the Omni network. Nothing I didn't remember but it sure was not somethin' I'd want other folks to see.
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[He's still salty about that time his childhood with Ozpin got shared with Gerry before those fences had been properly mended, and Gerry had looked at him with such wretchedly hopeful eyes when asking if it was a happy memory for him that he'd felt a sudden and intense pang of understanding about why Ozpin preferred half-truths and kind lies.]
Honestly, network aside, anytime you're trapped with someone somewhere you weren't planning to be, just assume it's going to be something like that. [He shrugs] You get used to it.