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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Mm, mmhm.

[Bo seems unconvinced but agrees anyway, taking the glass and eyeing it for a moment while he tries to figure out what it is. He takes a sniff. Nope, still no idea how much this is gonna hurt.]

That's right, you do. You're gonna share every last drop with me and we're getting shit faced.

[Whoever taught him that phrase (Castiel cough) neglected to tell him there's a certain level of drinking required for it to apply.

Still, he seems proud of himself, catch him and his modern lingo~

A sip- uoof fuc-fhkgjd- splutter- he's good, he's good be cool AHEM]

Oh that is- we are not taking any prisoners tonight, are we.

[Lance chokes a little on his drink when he hears the words 'shit faced' come from Bolin's mouth. He's been high on pills and some level of drunk since Keith came back, so he can't tell if that's really hilarious or if it's just the many drugs coursing through his system, but he doesn't care.

Then he grins wider when Bolin chokes on the taste of the tequila and knocks his glass back smoothly to show off. Then he pours himself another glass and raises it to Bolin.]

Nooo we are not. [He chuckles and then devolves into a bit of giggling before he swallows it down.] And dude, words like that from your mouth is total comedy. What reason d'you have to get "shit-faced", anyway.

[Bo furrows his brows like he’s trying to figure out why that’s funny.

Because, well, he is trying to figure out why that’s funny. Why do people question him every time he says that.. is he not using it right?? Is this a prank?? Is this like being sent after French fry seeds?

No.. surely not. Castiel wouldn’t have pranked him during such an emotional time.

Best to just forge forward.]

Why not?

[Taking the glass and sniffing it again. This time he s i p s. Bleh… but.. citrusy? Hm. It’s better than that awful whiskey crap that Dean drinks.]

We haven’t hung out in a while.

[Oh Bo, it's funny for the same reason why little kids saying 'fuck' is the funniest shit in the universe. Maybe one day Lance will explain this to him, but for now he's going to tilt his head and make a slow pshhhh sound as he thinks about that question.

His mental faculties are slowing down further, but he's still pretty functional. He's had a lot of practice being functional while heavily intoxicated because it's been his default state during very rough periods of his life in Deerington enough times.]

'S not really you, man… [His head tilts to the other side and his brow furrows like he's trying to think back into ancient times.] …We haven't?

Not really.

[To the drinking or the hanging out.. nobody knows. Both? Both.]

I mean I see you every day but we haven’t hung out in forever. We’re working or eating or washing our faces.

So, so much face washing…

I think we should take this bottle and go up on the roof and see if we can get a pebble on the roof across the street. Maybe watch the stars? We could watch something. I dunno. Hang out.

[Lance sort of slow blinks as he looks over at the bottle in Bolin's hand and then at Bolin. Then he slow processes what he's saying to him and tilts his head, squinting.]

Sounds kinda… [like a date. But nope, that train of thought gets him thinking too much about Keith and how they used to…

This is Bolin, his friend. No way is that what he's trying to say. And it kinda looks like he's gonna hold that bottle hostage if he doesn't agree. That's what one of the voices in his head tells him anyway. It snickers and he swats to his right with a flick of his wrist.]

…like a lot of stairs, man. Maaaaybe if you carry me.

[At the moment, he doesn't realize he's suggesting something that'll open a whole can of emotional worms for him.]

[Which obviously means that’s exactly what they should do.

Throwing rocks at houses is not Bolin’s idea of a date so the implication flies over his head like a raccooncrow.

But hey, it’s something to do that isn’t sitting here with Kaltenecker chewing cud behind his ear. Bo smiles and nods decisively before getting up and rounding to offer Lance his back.]

On you get, cowboy.

[Bolin, your suggestion to watch the stars is gay as hell, how you don't see that is remarkable.

Lance's head is floaty and more sluggish thanks to the heavy painkillers in his system starting to mix with the alcohol. So when Bolin gets up and then kneels in front of him like that, he has to tilt his head and think for a second to process what just happened.]

…You're joking.

[Bo shakes his head and pats his own shoulder.]

No I am not. On you get, string bean.

[Lance scoffs.] I'm not a string bean! But… ugh, fine. I'm grabbing another bottle just in case, though.

[He gets up and goes to the cupboard to pull out another bottle as promised, passes by Kaltenecker and pours a bit out for her in her hay. Then he fists both bottles in his hands as he sloppily more or less hugs Bo from behind.] Onward.

[Bolin hitches up and settles Lance's weight on his back with a determined smile. this isn't the first time he's given piggyback rides and Lance weighs a lot less than Varrick, that's for damn sure.]

It's show time.

[And maybe it's showing off a little but he's young, strong, and dumb, so he takes off with a gallop, racing them up the stairs like he's got the wind up his tail.

By the 4th floor the wind is significantly less, though. Like a lot. Whoof! But! Cardio! Good! They made it!]

[Lance yelps and then clings around Bolin's neck desperately as he races them up the flights of stairs. He even almost drops the bottles in his hands, but thank the stars he does not. That would have been a disaster. When they get to the top, he feels more than a little off-balance and whenever Bolin goes to let him down, he'll just stay clung on there like a Koala.]

Jus'... gimme a second.

[Sweet, sweet victory is his.

As he just. Buckles to. The floor. It's fine. He's fine. He's got this. It's good.

Wheeze.

Okay maybe he's not in perfect tip top army condition at the moment.

Let's just. Let's just lay here for a moment. Two tired koalas.]

[When Bolin slumps closer to the ground, Lance takes advantage of that to just… flop onto his back. It is safe there, the roof is warm and solid against his back. Yes… he can meld with it.]

Solid. Melding. One… with the roof.

[Yes, he's mumbling that out loud. And hugging the bottles to his chest with his eyes screwed shut.]

[The sentiment is shared and they rest there for a while. It's cold as hell up there but eventually, when they've stopped wheezing and sat up and sat next to each other to pass the bottle, it's not that bad.

It's a nice kind of cold, actually. In a way. In the way that makes you drink more and complain less as you focus on the stars.]

I keep looking for constellations I recognize but I never see them. Back home we have all these myths and legends about them. Kind of makes you wonder if they have that here, you know?

[Lance is pretty toasted now and he's slumped against the chimney with the bottle in his lap. He looks up at the stars, getting lost in a sad sort of way, but he's too intoxicated to get too deeply in touch with those thoughts.]

They do… or they used to. [He sloppily points up at a cluster of stars.] That's Ursa Minor, and that's… Cepheus, and that's… Andromeda. Oh, and there's Jupiter.

Wow.. you're good at this. I've never heard of any of those but.. I guess you're the expert. Mr. space man and everything.

[A soft smile, sitting cross legged about a foot to Lance's right. He sits with all this for a moment before taking a breath.]

Can I ask you something?

[He doesn't wait for confirmation.]

You've been bent out of shape ever since your buddy showed up. What's going on?

Yep… tha's me.

[He lets out a heavy breath and takes another sip, brain going to sad places about how long it's been since he flew. But it's better than sad places about Keith…

And then Bolin brings that up and he chokes a bit on his drink as he sputters.]

Whaddaya mean, what's going on? Nothin's going on! Y'know how it goes around here, same old story: I just forgot… one bonding moment and he's a jerk who- who went an' forgot over two years. Includin' the time he kissed me, like- like a jerk! [He seems to slowly realize what he just said and makes a dismissive 'pshhh' sound.] Not that it meant anythin', I just wanted to keep giving him a hard time about it.

... uhhuh.

[You're so full of shit, Lance. Bolin is notoriously bad at reading people but even he can see that reaction is way too big, and then Lance's truth comes pouring out whether he 'means it' or not and.. it is clear that he means it. This is messy, huh.]

Well.. I mean. Was it a nice kiss? I've never kissed a boy. Mako seems to think it's nice.

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[Lance blinks a few times in a row as he processes that. Of course that's what Bolin chooses to focus on… and yet he's finding himself not that annoyed or defensive about it. His brain is moving at the speed of molasses and it's his instinct and emotions controlling his mouth.]

Bah, it wasn't that great. [He waves a dismissive hand and then snorts as he casually, practically jokingly offers:] But if you really wanna know what an awesome kiss is like from a guy or a girl, I can show you sometime.

[He's sincere enough about how confident he is in his skill that it probably comes off as a flirty proposition.]

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Oh.. Oh-

Well I mean.

[Even drunk he flusters, bright pink, all the way up to the tips of his ears. Something warm and big wells in his chest and he can't push it all away. Lance would kiss him? He's so incredible, would he really kiss him? Bolin exhales a little. Whoo.. Gosh.]

Yeah.. I would- I would be into that. Maybe now?

[More blinks and a bit of fumbling. He hadn't expected Bolin to say yes at all, but his drunk brain definitely is okay with this. Since Keith came back, he's been a pent up ball of grief and pain and yes… sexual tension. The first two are stronger than anything sexual he feels. The pain of lost love is bigger than anything but he's not dead.

Still, he sits up and snort-laughs a little, bemused.] Really? Now? I mean… sure, why not? If you really wanna.

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I do! I mean- Yeah, yeah cool, whatever.

[No big deal, right? He's kissed girls before it can't be that different. And Lance is handsome and funny and charming and kind-

He wets his lips and shifts a little closer. Okay, like right up against him hip to hip.

And.. well he leans a little bit.. And uh.. wow. Wow okay this is happening. It's really gonna.. and he wants this to happen and it could be really good right? It could mean something? This could be a thing, couldn't it? Keith who, what about Bolin?]

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.]

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