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Entry tags:
- adam w: natalie,
- ange ushiromiya: jelle,
- ariadne: wizera,
- cassandra: drizz,
- charlie kelly: ashlee,
- fern: pan,
- glitch: ceej,
- haru: samii,
- luca: robin,
- luz noceda: pedro,
- manabu yuuki: elle,
- oscar pine: basil,
- peter graham: jhey,
- rapunzel: owl,
- ryan akagi: billie sue,
- stanford pines: kei,
- takashi "shiro" shirogane: red,
- varian: tf,
- vyng vang zoombah: jansen,
- yuri lowell: mads
Was I really seeking good [Open]
Who: Varian and you!
What: November catchall!
When: Throughout November.
Where: All around the place!
Content Warnings: Child poisoning in the comments, bloodletting in the first half of the Sleeper Farm prompt
BUILDING AN ABOMINATION TO THE GODS - Driveway of Disaster House, Cassandra- OTA
Varian can't actually remember the last time he built something purely for himself. Both back home, in Deerington and here in Trench, his inventions have always had a greater purpose. Sure, he enjoyed making them, but they were always ultimately to help other people. Building something just for his own enjoyment generally wasn't on his radar. It's only recently that he's felt like he's earned the right to indulge in something for himself.
And so, at the start of the month, Varian can be found on the driveway of the Disaster House- starting to put together the very early beginnings of a frame for a car. He isn't bothered by the lightly falling snow- he doesn't feel the cold anymore and the crisp air is honestly good for clearing his head. He's wearing his serial-killer-esque welding mask and has his little foot-pump-powered 1800s welding kit with him, but that isn't doing so well in the cold weather. After a few frustrating attempts at getting the damn thing to work, he gives up, stepping back to stare at the metal he's trying to get into shape. He looks at his hand, a soft hmmmmmm sound echoing in the mask. He's not comfortable with this, but Mako has been helping him get a more...positive outlook on his abilities.
So, for the first time since he got here, he decides to actually use his abilities for something instead of actively avoiding and being reviled by them. He flexes his fingers, using the techniques Mako has run over with him many a time, willing flame to sprout on them. He has to concentrate a lot, and it's definitely not a tiny, careful flame like the one on his torch (he's not quite THERE yet) but it's enough to start welding the pieces of metal together. Once he's done that he snuffs the flame by closing his fist. He steps back, pushing the mask up so it rests above his goggles (why doesn't he just take the goggles off, why does he have to wear both?) to assess his work, before realising someone is standing nearby, turning to offer a little smile.
"Do you think it looks okay? It's kinda shoddy but I guess I can always go over it later once the snow stops."
IT'S FULL OF OPENINGS, IT'S JUST YOU AIN'T SEEING THEM - All around the city - OTA
For once, fate has smiled down at Varian. His Patron is The Tower and while the buildings are shifting and doorways keep vanishing and reappearing he's still able to find his way around. It's given him confidence that means he might just be ignoring the always buddy up system, because it's fine. It's totally fine. He knows where he's going. So he goes about his daily business as normal - unfettered by the chaos that the vast majority of the population are dealing with. He's a compassionate soul, though, and if he sees someone looking lost, he moves over to them, raising an awkward hand in greeting.
"Uh... hey. You look...lost? Do you want me to help you out? I understand where I'm going for...for some reason. If you stick with me, we can get to where you need to go."
SECRET, SECRET, SECRET SECRET BUNKER - Willful Machine - 28th November OTA with CR prompt
Finding the compass on his workbench had been a happy little surprise. He didn't really need one, but it's pretty nice and after quizzing the people in his house (none of whom took responsibility for the little gift) he probably should have been worried about the device that just appeared in his lab in the dead of night. He isn't, though, because it's cool.
Naturally, he uses it as a normal compass first- but as he's working on his car, he does need to try it on bigger things. He's headed to Willful Machine for more parts, and it using it on a sheet of metal on the ground to measure out exactly what he needs. It's while he's doing this that the circle opens up under him, upending him into a little room. One moment he's there, the next he isn't. Maybe you were there to watch him fall in like an idiot. He looks around at the space- full of everything a person would need to hunker down for a night and makes a soft confused noise before yelling because that seems the best course of action here.
"Um- HI??? Is anyone there?"
And if that doesn't work, he'll get out his Omni and send a message to his friends:
Fell in a hole. I think into a pocket dimension? Help.
MUSHABOOMING
On hearing there were cool new mushrooms to deal with here, naturally, Varian's gone about trying to harvest some. He can make all kinds of cool alchemy with them!! This being Varian, of course, means he's neglected some pretty basic health and safety in his mushroom harvesting. So people can catch him in various pickles throughout the town as he goes about stupidly collecting stuff for his lab.
They may find him hallucinating on Walking Terrors, covered in spores and running around with a panicked expression and screaming about the floor melting. Or maybe you'll find him face-down in the dirt, a Floater sitting happily on top of him. Just...help the idiot out, he'd appreciate it.
THE SLEEPER FARM
Varian starts his No Good Real Bad Time swinging upside down- his blood dripping down into a bowl underneath him. It freezes before it hits the bowl, of course, leaving a blue, frozen blood slushie at the bottom. He's still confused how he got here, but he knows that's not the pressing concern here- not while there are other bodies strung up who have definitely had body parts removed. Varian does a quick, muggy-headed check that nothing seems to be out of place- no organs missing, two arms, one leg. Everything as it should be. They've even left him with his prosthetic, which is nice. But he'd still rather get down from here before this gets worse.
"Uhhhhhh, hi? Anyone still...conscious here?"
Or perhaps you find him afterwards, once he's down and on his feet again. He's still got a sizeable gash on his arm, but at least it's frozen over - thanks for the natural cauterization, coldblood! He'll be helping get other people down or helping them move as best he can. Much like earlier in the month in the town, he feels a strange pull towards the way out, and he'll be trying to bring whoever's with him along that path.
"C'mon, I...I know the way out."
He's not offering a reason for that, oh no. It's while he's leading someone towards the alter that they're suddenly pulled out by a force Varian recognises almost immediately. It's an old, familiar one after all- and once they're upended onto the lawn where Disaster House's Lamp Friend sits, he looks up at the sky, frowning.
"...Cynthia?"
[[ooc: As always if you want something else or a closed thread, please hit me up onteeff or PM me! Will add event stuff later!]]
What: November catchall!
When: Throughout November.
Where: All around the place!
Content Warnings: Child poisoning in the comments, bloodletting in the first half of the Sleeper Farm prompt
BUILDING AN ABOMINATION TO THE GODS - Driveway of Disaster House, Cassandra- OTA
Varian can't actually remember the last time he built something purely for himself. Both back home, in Deerington and here in Trench, his inventions have always had a greater purpose. Sure, he enjoyed making them, but they were always ultimately to help other people. Building something just for his own enjoyment generally wasn't on his radar. It's only recently that he's felt like he's earned the right to indulge in something for himself.
And so, at the start of the month, Varian can be found on the driveway of the Disaster House- starting to put together the very early beginnings of a frame for a car. He isn't bothered by the lightly falling snow- he doesn't feel the cold anymore and the crisp air is honestly good for clearing his head. He's wearing his serial-killer-esque welding mask and has his little foot-pump-powered 1800s welding kit with him, but that isn't doing so well in the cold weather. After a few frustrating attempts at getting the damn thing to work, he gives up, stepping back to stare at the metal he's trying to get into shape. He looks at his hand, a soft hmmmmmm sound echoing in the mask. He's not comfortable with this, but Mako has been helping him get a more...positive outlook on his abilities.
So, for the first time since he got here, he decides to actually use his abilities for something instead of actively avoiding and being reviled by them. He flexes his fingers, using the techniques Mako has run over with him many a time, willing flame to sprout on them. He has to concentrate a lot, and it's definitely not a tiny, careful flame like the one on his torch (he's not quite THERE yet) but it's enough to start welding the pieces of metal together. Once he's done that he snuffs the flame by closing his fist. He steps back, pushing the mask up so it rests above his goggles (why doesn't he just take the goggles off, why does he have to wear both?) to assess his work, before realising someone is standing nearby, turning to offer a little smile.
"Do you think it looks okay? It's kinda shoddy but I guess I can always go over it later once the snow stops."
IT'S FULL OF OPENINGS, IT'S JUST YOU AIN'T SEEING THEM - All around the city - OTA
For once, fate has smiled down at Varian. His Patron is The Tower and while the buildings are shifting and doorways keep vanishing and reappearing he's still able to find his way around. It's given him confidence that means he might just be ignoring the always buddy up system, because it's fine. It's totally fine. He knows where he's going. So he goes about his daily business as normal - unfettered by the chaos that the vast majority of the population are dealing with. He's a compassionate soul, though, and if he sees someone looking lost, he moves over to them, raising an awkward hand in greeting.
"Uh... hey. You look...lost? Do you want me to help you out? I understand where I'm going for...for some reason. If you stick with me, we can get to where you need to go."
SECRET, SECRET, SECRET SECRET BUNKER - Willful Machine - 28th November OTA with CR prompt
Finding the compass on his workbench had been a happy little surprise. He didn't really need one, but it's pretty nice and after quizzing the people in his house (none of whom took responsibility for the little gift) he probably should have been worried about the device that just appeared in his lab in the dead of night. He isn't, though, because it's cool.
Naturally, he uses it as a normal compass first- but as he's working on his car, he does need to try it on bigger things. He's headed to Willful Machine for more parts, and it using it on a sheet of metal on the ground to measure out exactly what he needs. It's while he's doing this that the circle opens up under him, upending him into a little room. One moment he's there, the next he isn't. Maybe you were there to watch him fall in like an idiot. He looks around at the space- full of everything a person would need to hunker down for a night and makes a soft confused noise before yelling because that seems the best course of action here.
"Um- HI??? Is anyone there?"
And if that doesn't work, he'll get out his Omni and send a message to his friends:
Fell in a hole. I think into a pocket dimension? Help.
MUSHABOOMING
On hearing there were cool new mushrooms to deal with here, naturally, Varian's gone about trying to harvest some. He can make all kinds of cool alchemy with them!! This being Varian, of course, means he's neglected some pretty basic health and safety in his mushroom harvesting. So people can catch him in various pickles throughout the town as he goes about stupidly collecting stuff for his lab.
They may find him hallucinating on Walking Terrors, covered in spores and running around with a panicked expression and screaming about the floor melting. Or maybe you'll find him face-down in the dirt, a Floater sitting happily on top of him. Just...help the idiot out, he'd appreciate it.
THE SLEEPER FARM
Varian starts his No Good Real Bad Time swinging upside down- his blood dripping down into a bowl underneath him. It freezes before it hits the bowl, of course, leaving a blue, frozen blood slushie at the bottom. He's still confused how he got here, but he knows that's not the pressing concern here- not while there are other bodies strung up who have definitely had body parts removed. Varian does a quick, muggy-headed check that nothing seems to be out of place- no organs missing, two arms, one leg. Everything as it should be. They've even left him with his prosthetic, which is nice. But he'd still rather get down from here before this gets worse.
"Uhhhhhh, hi? Anyone still...conscious here?"
Or perhaps you find him afterwards, once he's down and on his feet again. He's still got a sizeable gash on his arm, but at least it's frozen over - thanks for the natural cauterization, coldblood! He'll be helping get other people down or helping them move as best he can. Much like earlier in the month in the town, he feels a strange pull towards the way out, and he'll be trying to bring whoever's with him along that path.
"C'mon, I...I know the way out."
He's not offering a reason for that, oh no. It's while he's leading someone towards the alter that they're suddenly pulled out by a force Varian recognises almost immediately. It's an old, familiar one after all- and once they're upended onto the lawn where Disaster House's Lamp Friend sits, he looks up at the sky, frowning.
"...Cynthia?"
[[ooc: As always if you want something else or a closed thread, please hit me up on
teeff or PM me! Will add event stuff later!]]
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[It took the whole mess that happened to Varian back home for Quirin to realise that he really needed to look after the emotional needs of his son, and by then the damage had already been done. ]
I don't think he ever really knew how to talk to me? Things were better before I came here. He was...working on it. I always knew he loved me but...I guess I spent a lot of my time trying to make him see me.
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Glad things got a little better for you two, at least.
[That doesn't always happen. Case in point: Vyng and his own dad.]
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[He still has some residual guilt of choosing Trench over going home to his father. He knew he'd never have abandoned Fern, and he doesn't regret his choice. But still... ]
I really did luck out there, at least. More than a lot of people get.
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You have people to talk to? For when you're missing your old life?
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Yeah. I have two people from home who showed up not too long ago. One of them is...less chatty but that's just because of the point in time she's from. But the other one is living with me. It's...nice. I've missed them.
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What're your friends' names?
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[And as complicated as things are right now, he is really glad to see them.]
There's Rapunzel, she's the princess of my home kingdom. You can't miss her she has uh- [he gestures to his head] a lot of hair. Like...seventy-feet of it. And then there's Cassandra. Her hair is...blue at the moment, it's...not normally like that. Because of the aforementioned point in time stuff.
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[Is that the main takeaway here? It is now, apparently.]
How're you settling in with the time-difference stuff? Pretty confusing, huh?
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[It's absolutely the main takeaway here!]
It's...awkward. But it's not the first time I've had to deal with it. Rapunzel's been here three times now, and each time she was from a different time to me. Heck, the first time she was here, she hadn't even met me yet. So this is...better than that.
[That was the worst time. ]
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[Vyng winces in sympathy. He can only imagine how he'd feel if Tuck and Billie had arrived with no recollection of him.]
Stuff like this happened in my old world sometimes. I wasn't ever affected by it personally, but...you'd hear stories about, like, soldiers in the same company whose last memories were from totally different points in the war. Very disorienting for people. Also, a nightmare for historians.
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[Something worse. ]
I'd hate to try and write a history about that, when everyone's memories are so scattered. Wouldn't be surprised it was a nightmare.
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[She's not an evil entity, as far as Vyng knows. But for many people, she's definitely an unsettling one.]
Some of those soldiers actually remembered dying...but then they'd just. Reappear in the world, one-hundred years later. Weird shit like that. Not too different from what happened to us Sleepers, you know?
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[That is the not name of an ambivalent being, Vyng!!!]
You know, you're right, it's not that different from us. But, yeesh, that sounds so messy and confusing! Which...again, yeah, pretty much the Sleeper Experience, right there.
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["Ominous" certainly isn't wrong. She's a creature who deals in hypotheticals...which can be both terrifying and wonderful in equal measure.]
Some Druids revere her. Some people travel to the bogs hoping she'll help them awaken their true potential. And I think there might be some soldiers who are glad for the second chance. [So yeah. Sleeper Experience.]
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[Yup, that all sounds very familiar. ]
I'm gonna guess it wasn't always help she gave? Like...there's almost always a catch with stuff like this.
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[Kind of like making wishes at the Summoning Stones, he thinks with a pang to his chest.]
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[He glances down at his prosthetic leg, brow furrowed.]
Deals like that...you don't always realise what you're giving up until it's been taken.
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Sounds like you've got some experience with that.
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[This is easier than telling Luca, at least. Vyng was in the dream, this wouldn't be a messy thing to explain.]
Fern died and lost his memories of the dream- well, most of them. He forgot a lot of people, including me and it was destroying him. [And oh, how he'd hated to see it.] It was my fault he'd died anyway, not...not on purpose but still. I told Sodder I'd do anything to fix it and well, the next day I lost my leg.
[Which in of itself had been a horrifying experience, truth be told. He still has nightmares about it sometimes. He shrugs. ]
I didn't know it was my leg she was gonna take, but I don't regret it. It cut down how much pain Fern was in and that was worth it for me.
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You're a good man. [A reckless one, too. But Varian's in good company there.] Fern's lucky to have you.
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Varian is definitely stupidly reckless. Still, at the compliment, he smiles and ducks his head awkwardly. ]
Th-thanks. I think I'm lucky to have him, too. I know he'd do the same for me if our situations were reversed.
[Or...you know, Fern would actively fight a God for him, as he's soon to learn.]