Mostly Closed Catch-all for November

[azurestar]

Who: Lance (azurestar) and CR
What: Catch-all for November, after this
When: All of November
Where: Prufrock, Cellar Door, Crenshaw

Content Warnings: discussion of death, murder, trauma/ptsd, psychosis, past torture

( ooc: this is a catchall for Lance this November after his conflict with Reaper and then Maul, though I am trying to keep my new threads this month limited in number, if you have CR with Lance already you are welcome to come plot something with me here or on plurk at spypigeon and we can start something here in this log or I may ask to wait till next month while I get his inbox more caught up and under control if I've already got too much going on, either way I'm happy to plot always! )

Comments

[azurestar]

F-flirting??

[Bob whinnies and he sees a spark of fire heading for the horse's backside. The hallucinations are calming down enough now that he's able to understand that's happening. But he's still not entirely rational because he yelps and starts pushing the flaming logs off of the cart to help Bob… and they fall in the street and go rolling into people's vehicles and uh… homes.]

D-don't worry Bob! I won't let it get you!

[onerthes]

Oh good! You can be shocked again! I think my Lance is coming back! ... are you blushing? I can't tell just yet.

[Damnit, she was keeping her eyes closed. Thankfully those logs weren't going to cause tooo much damage. Hopefully. Probably. It'd be fine. All they had to do was get away from anymore of those blasted mushrooms.]

[azurestar]

Your… [Oh boy, his voices are taking that and turning it into something else even though he did hear it right.] Coming back from where?!

[He looks around frantically as he keeps pushing off logs to protect Bob. Luckily, a random sleeper further down the road with ice powers has saved them from fixing further damages to the town. Then he feels his face as he pushes off the last log.]

I'm… I can't tell either.

[onerthes]

Crazy town. Hallucination central... Ngh... guh, I feel a little sick. Can you pat Bob, maybe calm him down a little? I ... really think we're safe.

[And she could only take so much of this. Even with her eyes closed, the world felt like it was spinning. Very very badly.]

[azurestar]

[Well, he's got the last log off of the cart, so… he wobbly climbs over back to the seat, pulls off his glove and touches Bob's rump. He takes the fear and the horse starts to calm and slow down. Buuut, unfortunately, he's now even more freaked out and paranoid and hops out of the cart, glowing more.]

Oh-ho okay, don't say that. That's- haha. Oh no, I'm gonna lose my heart… nonono. [And he's… bending over and puking. And there is definitely a lot of red in it from internal injuries.] Owww.