deercountry | January Catchall [OPEN]

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January Catchall [OPEN]

Who: Lance (

azurestar) and OPEN
What: Catch-all log for January.
When: All of January
Where: All over Trench.

Content Warnings: alcohol and drug use, risky behavior, symptoms of PTSD and trauma induced hallucinations etc., memory loss, shedding of skin to alter one's body and all the psychological issues that comes with, traumatic memory share, lockjoint, will add more specific warnings as they arise.

SNAKE DEN

i. [Lance frequents the Red practically every night it's said to be hosting the talent and fashion shows. He only gets on the stage when he's in different forms, though. In the second week of the month, he's a catboy thief from a tabletop fantasy game called Monsters and Mana. On stage, as this persona he'll grab a guitar and start singing extremely well and captivatingly as he walks through the audience and uses his tail pick pocket the onlookers. He can also be found chatting people up and lounging in booths with beautiful ladies in this form and letting them pet his ears... yes, he's purring when that happens.

In the middle of the month, he's a bit younger, back to who he was before he went to space at the age of 17, and he'll be getting on stage to show off his acrobatic and dance skills, as well as his musical skills. He'll descend from the ceiling from bolts of fabric around his legs and waist, with his guitar in hand, spinning around slowly and playing with a rose in his teeth. He'll then toss the rose to the prettiest person in the audience an start singing and dancing quite well once he reaches the ground.

Also in the middle of the month, he's a beautiful young woman for a short stint. In this form, he does singing and dance routines, showing off his high notes and also gets in the fashion show, the outfits he gravitates to look like this, this and this. He can also be spotted mingling in the crowd dressed nice and downing champagne flutes and charming everyone.]

ii. [As a paleblood, people will be extra compelled to open up to him and tell him the truth in this space, and in all his shedded forms he's pretty good at active listening if the subject is heavy enough. He may also offer to help ease pain if someone is hurt or emotionally suffering, as that's the paleblood power he has when touching people skin on skin. At first he'll be confused about people just dumping all their truth on him, but eventually he'll start to figure it out and definitely take full advantage with some people he knows or is curious about.

He'll sidle up to anyone who looks interesting or he wants to get to know, and especially to existing friends and go:] Sooo, got anything you wanna get off your chest, maybe?

[It will be easy to mistake him for a working nightwalker, feel free to proposition him for anything.]

iii. [In all his forms detailed above, he'll be available for a private conversation or interaction as even he needs some time to sit and chill out. Often, he'll be laid back in a more private area just strumming on his guitar and casually singing random lyrics that come to mind. Because of his empathic powers, what he's unconsciously singing about may feel specifically tailored to your life, especially if he touched your skin and took some suffering or pain from you no matter how small. If he hasn't touched you recently, then the song may still feel relevant to you and like the notes being played hit you in your soul, but it's not as deeply specific.

Lance doesn't realize he's doing this, he still doesn't have control over his powers and has not figured out how to consciously channel them. When he notices someone's emotional or physical presence, he'll stop playing and look over, brows drawn together.]

Uh hey, looking for something? Maybe someone~?

[He waggles his eyebrows a bit and smirks on that last bit. Could be he means someone else, or himself and is implying you should stay a while and hang out with him. Either way, he's not bothered and oblivious to what he was just doing that got your attention. If you'd like specific lyrics and a musical tone/genre for your character, just describe the emotions/situation they are experiencing that Lance would be singing about in prose and let me know.]

SHEDDING CEREMONY

iv. [Later in the month, Lance sheds into a full AU of himself where he isn't human, but a highly advanced Android that didn't know he was an Android until very recently. Many things in his life are the same, and he remembers Deerington, but through the perspective of an Android Lance with slight differences to his background and certain edits to what he experienced. From his perspective, he's just returned from a big "canon update" where he discovered what he is and is understandably shook.

He can be found overcompensating as he walks through the streets of Trench or enters various venues to shop, shooting finger guns at every person he sees. This is normal, he's normal, he's totally a person and not a thing with no soul. But the mechanism that keeps his head attached to his body is disrupted after he recently tested taking it off and promptly freaked the fuck out, he didn't put it back on entirely right, so all it takes is someone or something jostling him and- POP! His head comes off and rolls up to your feet.

He looks up at you from the ground looking like he's barely keeping his shit together and trying not to freak out as he blinks and then laugh so nervously and through a tight anxious throat, that he chokes on it.]

Hey, l-looks like I lost my head a second there...

v. (closed) [Vary late in the month, Lance is a merboy! He sheds to the form in the night, and all his memories are shifted slightly, he doesn't know where he is and believes belongs with Mariana ever since arriving in Trench. In his version of history, many things are the same, except that he had his DNA messed with on an ocean planet and gained the ability to turn into a mer. He struggled with the feral nature of that side for a long time and coming to Trench, steeped in blood pollution caused him to perma shift into the merman state and heavily bond with the Ocean. Naturally, this was startling and scary to him to wake up in a strange place and he started freaking the fuck out when woken.]

vi. [After merboy Lance is brought back to Mariana, he is actually quite happy to talk to people who come by the docks, he'll pop up out of the water and grin with all sharp teeth and flirt, Mariana sometimes assisting him further out of the water by lifting water with him in a cone. But his flirting is sometimes meant to lure in victims... yes, he's one of those siren types of merpeople. Sometimes, he's harmlessly interacting and interested in having some fun, others... he's hunting.

If he's not directly targeting you on the docks, you can catch him in the middle of luring a poor sailor out of their boat and into the water with him. If you call out to interrupt, he'll look over at you with a death glare and his hands fisted in the person's shirt as he's in the process of pulling them in.]

Ohoho you better not be interrupting us right now. Can't you see we're having a moment??

UNSNAKELY

vii. [Lance has taken a liking to Madam Generosity as she slithers through the streets. He feels comforted by her and talks to her as she goes, running to try nad keep up. Then, it doesn't take long before he's just riding on her back every now and again throughout the month, no matter what form he's taken or what memories he has (excluding merboy). Catch him lounging on his back with his hands up and pillowing the back of his head and ankles crossed like he's on the beach, definitely flirting with the giant snake.]

So, how's your day going, beautiful? Heading anywhere interesting?

viii. [Because of his affection for Madam Generosity, he does fall into the unsnakely's traps more than once and in multiple shedded forms (all but merboy). And unfortunately, his star powers are still not working correctly, even after he's shedded, and in some forms he has no powers at all, so when he follows the trail to find the snake of his heart, he's not the most prepared for when a giant fiery beast emerges to attack.]

AHHHH!

[Immediately, he leaps out of the way of a fiery attack and covers his head protectively. Then he hops up and looks around for any assistance or weapons or ideas. Regardless, he's taking a stance and rolling up his sleeves.]

Alright, let's do this.

[And if he's in a body that has powers and/or combat training (regardless of their functionality), he'll stand his ground. If he's his younger, early canon self or his catboy self, he'll immediately run for his life after saying that.]

WINTER MOURNINGS

ix. [Possible memories from Deerington open in the thick of a jungle where many of them were forced to battle each other much like in the Hunger Games. This is where he ate a man, killed his friend Moira and where Reaper tortured him to death in revenge and he'll look around at the place they end up, look at you, then at the area again...] Nope. Bye.

[And with that he turns to walk away into the jungle. And if it's not the jungle you found yourself in, it's the streets of Deerington during darker periods such as October's blood filled streets or something that looks more benign and normal but definitely isn't. He'll have no idea what is about to happen and that makes him fidgety. He looks around uneasily and then his hands come up to his head.] Maaan, this could be anything!

x. [The experience begins in his memory and the first thing you see is the inside of a very futuristic space ship, fighter cockpit, or you're in the back seat of a land rover on earth. These possible memories are from his time back home and they have him sighing next to you heavily with a note of "oh this again" on his breath.] Well, let's strap in, this'll be over soon.

WILDCARD

( Want to combine old Winter Mourning Prompts with current events? Want to add a lockjoint element to one of these prompts? Or just wanna come up with something completely unique? Hit me with anything your heart desires. Current Event and last month's event prompts are largely flexible with each AU form as well, if you want a specific AU form for a prompt that doesn't specify which one/leaves it open, just let me know in the subject line. If you'd like to plot, I would be more than happy to! Contact me on my plotting comment where I detail all my ideas so far, at spypigeon or on discord at charley#8222! )

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Well okay, then.

[Poor Bolin, Lance is definitely not thinking about it the same way. Communication fail to the max. But they're doing this, it looks like! He huffs in a bit of amusement when Bolin leans like that, his empathic ability sensing his nerves even through the alcohol.

On impulse, he pulls his gloves off (forgetting there's a bloody bandage on one hand, but shh, eyes are closed, you don't see that), and he touches his skin along his jaw first. Ah, yep, he'll just take a second to digest the emotions he's pulling off of Bo and try to compartmentalize them before going in.

The kiss is chaste at first, and he gently presses in when he senses Bo is ready for it through the increased empathic intake. Skin to skin contact puts him in such good tune with a person's feelings since he's absorbing and dulling pain, it's probably legitimately the best kiss Bo has ever experienced because on top of that he's got skill.]

[He thought it might be electric. That's what people say about kissing, right? That a charge goes off and sends lightening through you both. He's felt that before with girls lots of times.

Kissing Lance isn't like that. Kissing Lance is a wash of calm the flows through him like the ocean on a sunny day. It pours through their lips as the kiss deepens, as Bolin parts them and lets him in. He might be a virgin but he's kissed plenty. He isn't lost in what to do, but man is he lost in the bliss of it.

Because it's good. It's really good- Lance is really good. Nerves give way to want and hunger as, even drunk (maybe especially because he's drunk), a million possibilities open up in his mind. He gets it now. Why Mako and Wu like this, it's amazing. It's amazing and he wants more.

So maybe.. maybe one kiss can turn into two. Can turn into three. Can steal the breath from his lungs and smooth away the wrongs of the entire world. Why would he ever want that to end.]

[For Lance, it's a bit different. This isn't the first time he's kissed someone since he got his empathic powers, but it's probably the most pleasant. When you're taking in the other person's physical pain and emotional distress, it's not quite as enjoyable, but the substances in his system help with that and he's able to throw himself into it even more.

He raises the heat both figuratively and literally, the atoms on his tongue moving excitedly due to his star powers. It creates a warm and tingling sensation as he brushes along Bolin's tongue and then the roof of his mouth as he pulls back and nips at his bottom lip. A brief chance to catch a breath before he presses back in and his uninjured hand grips through Bo's hair at the back of his head and then settles on his neck at the base of his skull.]

[A gesture like that is two fold. Bolin spends a lot of time on his hair but on the rare occasion someone messes it up or touches it, he takes it for a gesture of affection. To have someone put their fingers through it with a twist of possession does things he didn't even know could be done.

It's almost pathetic, the sort of moan it pulls out of him. Breathy and full of yearning. Let's be real, he sounds like a god damn whore, and surges back in, breathing be damned. He wants- he doesn't know what he wants, he just wants.

It's never been like this, before. He's never fallen into a kiss like this before. No, he was totally wrong it is not the same as kissing girls. Or maybe it's just that it is not the same kissing Lance because he might be the world's best kisser? Only time will tell. He might need to come back for a second pass another time just to make sure. He'd really like that.

From his side, at least, he brings nothing but good feelings into the moment. There's no bad emotions or pain. There's no fear and over thinking and a million years of history clogging up the connection. Bolin wears his heart on his sleeve and feels every single feeling he's ever had in his life with candid honestly, feet firmly planted on the ground. Sturdy, reliable Bolin. But he is also daydreaming, hopeful Bolin. And he is hopeful now, as they play lips and teeth and tongue against each other. As they work ever forward into something so enveloping and intense that he can't even think he just has to let go and experience. A tipsy hand finds it's way to Lance's thigh and he squeezes, heart racing but this is exactly the kind of moment that makes a man feel safe and so alive. ]

[Well, like any healthy red-blooded young man, a moan is one hell of an encouragement, if the emotional input wasn't already telling him enough about what's being enjoyed most. That's a cue to intensify, and he does, but slowly, tilting his head a bit and dipping back in for more pressure at another angle. He continues like that, just amping up and responding to every emotion and physical response he gets.

It's the touch on his thigh that has him pulling out of the trance a bit. And when he does, he notices his hand has returned to Bo's hair and his other hand had slid down to grip low on his hip, thumb pressed right where his thigh meets… a little too close to a certain part of his anatomy. He pulls back and blinks, looking at how they've ended up, though the emotional input is still coming through where he's touching Bo's skin with his fingers.

And that is a lot of really intense feeling coming from Bolin. Not bad feeling, but almost too much good. He doesn't have the brain capacity to sift through and put words to it, but his gut is telling him it might be a good idea to stop. His gut happens to be roiling now because of all the stuff he's taken and drank, so it could also just be that. But hey, looks like he did what he promised: showed Bo a truly awesome kiss, because he looks wrecked.]

Weeeelll, I think I totally delivered. [He sits back and has to steady himself since he sways and looks a little queasy and dizzy for a second.] You good?

Edited 2022-02-16 04:17 (UTC)

[Youuuuu do not know the power you possess, Lance.

Bolin looks wrecked because he is wrecked. That was a doozy of a kiss and he is absolutely right in think that that if they don't stop now then they might not stop at all.

Breathless, kiss stung and pink cheeked. Out here in the moonlight Lance is ethereal in his element and Bolin is so.. so very overwhelmed by the romance of the moment.]

Yeah- yeah I- whoo.. [Exhale! They take their hands back and he turns away as well so that they are shoulder to shoulder. Bringing his knees up against his chest, there's a small pause as Bolin questions everything he thought he knew about himself and what he liked. Entirely, entirely flustered. He can see why Lance might want Keith to remember if he'd kissed him like that.]

That was. Yeah. Good.

[Lance fumbles a bit as he falls back against the chimney and looks extremely dizzy as he sways. But he's not too dizzy and drunk to triumphantly exclaim victory at that.]

Heck yeah it was! I'm the kiss masterrrr. [That was a little slurred as he makes fists and punches them in the air, but then immediately hisses.] Owww, the heck??

[Oh right, he's injured all over and his left hand was bitten by a certain zabrak and everything refuses to heal. He sees the red blood on the bandage and impulsively pulls it off in a fumbling motion. In the moonlight, the blood slowly coming from the bite wound glows pale and beautiful. Then he gets an idea.]

Heeeeey, wanna gem made from my blood?

[Bo, on some level, thinks maybe he understands what people mean now when they say he's a whiplash.

Lance.. Lance you are a whiplash master, too.

Dreamy roses fall to sharp, drunk concern as he, too, realizes that Lance is bleeding. Doing his best to get in close again, dumb drunk body being stupid. Stupid blood in his stupid dick- c'mon!! Brain time!!!]

I mean- maybe? [Actually extremely romantic??]

But Lance, why are you bleeding? What happened?

[For Lance, he just sees this pesky wound that has refused to heal for so long and how it glows and his drunk ass brain thinks he can make it useful. He heard paleblood stones are useful and he learned about making them from the blood ministers all the times he went to see them last month to get crystals removed from his joints.

So Bolin's question has him looking kind of confused since drunk brain was in 'omg I found a good thing to come out of this!' and now drunk brain has to slowly realize that Bolin does not know this.]

…Ohhhh, right! I got bit. [He shrugs.] An' now I can make the dumb thing u… useful? Yeah, useful.

I guess that's one way to do it until it heals..

[Reaching for his hand. Give!!]

You have been to a healer, right?

[Lance is too drunk to be quick enough to avoid Bolin's grab. When he pulls Lance's injury to look at, he'll see there's not just pale glowing blood. If he looks close at where the wound is opened, there looks to be some dark light absorbing blackness. But the glow of his blood hides it better right now.]

Uh, yeeaaahhh. Course I have. [Lance pouts and weakly tugs his hand agains Bolin's grip. Ignore the little whine in his voice.] Lemme make you a gem, it'll be cool.

[Man if he were sober he would be really worried. This doesn't look like a good wound at all...

But sober brain can suck it so he lets go and pulls his knees back up to his chest to watch. A lowly warmblood, he doesn't think he can do anything like this. It's just normal blood, right? No cool powers or anything.]

No one's ever made me a gem before. Sometimes I make them when I'm upset or really mad.. but never the other way around.

It's not a big deal, man. Easy, just watch-

[Let's see if he can do it. The blood ministers showed him the technique and it was pretty easy when he was sober. It's just blood magic, but still, when he has his wounded hand back, there's a look of extreme concentration on his face as he squeezes enough paleblood from his hand into his other hand in enough quantity that it makes a big enough pool. Then he shifts the blood around in a circular motion in his palm.]

There, now it just… takes a bit of time to harden. Or something. [As he's shaping it in his hand, the rest of what Bolin said catches up to his slow brain, and his brows draw together.] Wait, you make gems…?

[Oh.. okay, yeah, this is pretty cool actually.]

Pff, yeah, but not like this. Just normal gems. They don't mean anything.

[Lance snorts and giggles like Bolin just told a joke.]

Oh yeah? Like what? Diamonds?

Uuuuuuuh I dunno. Whatever it makes when you super compress coal.

[Just shiny crystals, man. LE SHRUG]

They're in my room if you wanna see. Your thing is cooler though.

[Lance's drunk brain doesn't immediately connect the dots. He just sort of sits there making his blood into a gem and nods absently a couple times, like yes, those dumb things…

…]

…

…Dude! Those're diamonds!

Psssh nahh, diamonds are expensive and they're all-

[He makes a hand gesture. You know. Pointy on the bottom. (Those are cut gems, Bolin)]

Expensive shaped.

[Lance just sort of drunk flat stares at you Bolin.]

…I can't even with you right now. [He lets out a long breath, lord give him strength, he is too drunk for this.] You're harshin my buzz with this, y'know that? Man, okay… they're expensive shaped cuz people make them that shape.

.... oooooooohhhh

Man! I don't know! How am I supposed to know that, I've never had jewels before. I'ma gutter punk, remember!

[Lance sighs heavily and throws up his hands… forgetting he was trying (and failing) to make a gem. And his blood spatters all over the place.]

Oh… oops.

...

Oh.

...

[He itches his brow.]

You dropped your blood, bud.

[The mood is shifting, isn't it. This could be better.]

That's okay. Hey- inside? We can.. do the.

[Wow c'mon brain. Do the thing. He mimes grabbing- aha! The word!]

Dressing! You need a bandage. You just let 'ol Bolin take care of you, huh?

[Lance looks down at the glowing blood like he's seeing it for the first time, or he thinks it's going to move… hard to say. Oh yeah, his hand is still bleeding, he looks at it and his mouth twists.]

Maaaan, that was s'posed to be a gemstone, what happened? [Yes, he's whining and now he is pouting, and he turns that pout on Bolin. He looks like a toddler who does not understand how his ice cream just got on the floor.] And don't… don't put salad dressing on my hand, why would you wanna do that?

[He is so fucked up right now and it's really showing.]

[Oooh yeah yikes yes you are. Okay, Bolin. Okay, pull it together. C'mon, be the responsible one. Hup! Hup!!

He pulls himself up with a grooooooan, coming to get Lance up.]

Alright, buddy, up we get. Inside. I will carry you, don't test me.

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