oh, Lazarus, how did your debts get paid? [ OPEN ]

[venatoris]

Who: infractus, lefthemisphere, egyptologist & you!
What: event shenanigans in one fabulous catch all, for all your RP needs
When: Throughout September
Where: All over!

Content Warnings: mentions and gifs/images of blood and dead bodies, death, decay, and trauma, possible suicide ideation, possible R rated scenes of varying degrees, etc etc. will mark as needed







(( ooc; event prompts, various september logs, and tdm continuations will go in this thread. if you have something you'd like to do, pm me or hit me up at pincurls! ))

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river of regret - hope this is ok!!

[wiseass]

[New terrain meant dialing up the patrols to get the lay of the land. This place was big, much larger than Deerington and Claire hadn't even scratched the surface with her frequent trips since the squid travels. Larger didn't necessarily mean better, it meant more of the unknown and a bunch of outliers that were stacked against her. Against them. It wasn't a comforting thought.

Claire's been making three trips a day, morning, afternoon, and night. Her free time has been fully committed to figuring out the new cage they're all in, and it keeps her busy and her thoughts from wandering too far. The idea of possibly missing Deerington has crossed her mind before, better the devil you know, but it didn't do her any good and as soon as it comes it brings with it unbridled rage she didn't know what to do with.

She's in her head walking the perimeter when the messy slosh brings her right back to the bloodbath in front of her.]

Dean!

[Did it really matter what Dean she was dealing with at this point? She'd seen him come and go, from different points in time more than once. There's no version of Dean she doesn't know how to handle and so she runs right into the mess, the blood a sticky slew of crimson that stains her clothes and skin. Claire's much smaller than him, but she's stronger than she looks and is doing what she can to support his weight with the help of the water.]

C'mon, you big baby. Snap out of it.

[venatoris]

[ It's him, in whatever form he may be in this time; covered in blood and trembling from his fun whitewater canoe ride down bloody memory lane is what she gets, a man who allows a tiny girl to haul him up, despite barely even comprehending who she is. ]

Jesus, [ he growls, trying to walk through the slop, shaking his head to clear it, blinking in rapid succession to bring himself back home. ]

...Claire? [ She's a ghost of a memory, a youth he'd met once, then again in Deerington much older. Seems like that's the version Trench though fit to bring. ]

[wiseass]

[It's not like Claire hasn't ever seen Dean messed up. That's part of the gig, and it held hands with trauma like a childhood friend.

She can support his weight just fine, despite the weight and height difference she's a lot stronger than she looks and she braces as he makes progress back to shore.]

Yeah. Yeah, it's me. Let's catch up and reminisce once we're on solid ground.

[venatoris]

Yeah, sounds like a plan.

[ Slosh and slog, they'll get back one way or another. Dean's head isn't on straight after that fucking canoe ride, he's rattled, feeling a lot like a shaken up soda bottle ready to explode. ]

[wiseass]

Okay, oof- maybe cut back on a burger or two.

[It's not only the slosh making it difficult to get him to shore but his body weight, even with his help. Better to crack a joke than talk about how she feels, and the likelihood that she'll have to play nurse once they make it to solid ground.]

[venatoris]

Okay, rude.

[ But he isn't really offended, he's way more concerned about trying to get back to shore, out of whatever muck he found himself in, only collapsing once there's solid ground, teeth grinding together. ]

Guess this place is it's own kinda hell, huh.

[wiseass]

Probably. Who am I to speculate? Never been sucked into a fun dimension. Wouldn't that be nice?

[Claire's not sure a place with no harm, no monsters existed for her anymore. A place of fluff and rainbows would wind up making her angry but she's in no shape to set a limit for this new location either. Not Deerington, but it didn't take a genius to reason that the two were connected despite the differences.]