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If you get a feeling next time you see me, do me a favor and let me know - SEMI-CLOSED

Who: Ryan Akagi [

chickenchoicejudy] and Close CR, with open prompts to be added when the event goes live.
What: Ryan is having a pretty hard time with the paleblood effects this month. Body of the post is a general summary of where he's at, and starters will be in comments.
When: All of March
Where: Various locations - likely haunts are Cellar Door, Crenshaw (specifically Mouse House or Min-Gi's place), and the boardwalk. Event locations to be added later!

Content Warnings: Severe hallucinations, severe face blindness, corruption, unintentional self harm (scratching).

It started mild enough - with mushrooms of all things. Nothing to actually worry anyone about.

At first he hadn't even realized they weren't real. There's plant life growing in abundance all over Trench and it made perfect sense for mushrooms to be one of those things. It wouldn't have even been the first time mysterious mushrooms popped up out of nowhere. Ryan leaves them be and barely thinks about it.

Then they start growing out of people. That's when it becomes apparent that...no one else can see them. He's moved to gently tug them off of people only to realize he can't grip them. His hand slips through and they vanish.

And that's...concerning. But it could be worse?

And about a week into the month, it absolutely gets worse. He starts having trouble recognizing people. People he's known for ages now catch him in the street and he can't make his brain put together the shapes of their faces into something he recognizes. Mushrooms obscure other features that might make identifying them easier - hair, clothing, frequently worn accessories. Any time he starts to focus on something, mushrooms start to sprout and block his view.

He makes excuses. He spends more time on the network because he craves interaction but it's less stressful that way. He texts people more frequently, even when he would normally see them in person. Even if they're literally nearby he might text them, just to make sure. Just to watch a faceless someone react when their Omni dings.

Sometimes he catches himself in the mirror and doesn't recognize who looks back at him, which is a problem he's never had before. He doesn't want to talk about it, because it feels absolutely insane to try and explain it to anyone, but also because he's lost any and all ability to recognize people by that point. Who would he even tell? But, it's also become impossible to hide. Not when there's no recognition in his eyes when someone says hello to him. Not when he texts someone several times to ask where they are, including when he's standing right next to them.

He's in a sea of strangers, and it's disorienting. It's even a little scary, particularly in public. He's losing his grip and it's slipping further and further from him, but maybe if he like, tried harder? This is a stupid problem he's having. A stupid dumb problem that he should be able to just...get over and walk off.

The mushrooms even grow on him sometimes. At his worst, small fluorescent green ones will sprout out of his right palm in the shape of a 202 and he'll scratch at it desperately, leaving harsh red marks behind. Even places will start to look unfamiliar, as the confusion only gets worse and worse as the month goes on.

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[Those little blue buttons sprout into a circlet with wide, waving king oysters and gleaming amethyst deceivers. It would be a charming crown if it were real. Something befitting the prince of a forest or a summer maypole celebration.

But it isn't real.

It isn't there.

Min doesn't see or feel or hear them as they spread around his head. The king oysters almost look like antlers.]

Yeah, I guess so. That might be the silver lining.

[Grunting as he tugs off another section of vine. The cores are so strong and almost like string? What is this stuff!! And the trowel really just isn't helping very much at all. If only he had powers. Vileblood could acid the stuff away. Coldblood could burn them! Here he is being useless, hands covered in mashed chlorophyll.]

Two Tarzans in a town house. That's not nnnugh-! [Tug!] Nuts or anything.

[He can't be any more useless than Ryan, who is literally doing nothing to help but holding a bunch of lilies. Well, that and staring at Min who is sprouting a full on mushroom crown out of nowhere. He's gone from stealing glances to being totally unable to stop looking.

So naturally, his powers betray him, like they always do.

"What the fuck is that?"

He has a split second to decide what to do. Min just said something and Ryan didn't process it at all, not even a little bit, but he should have responded or said something. The crown is so vivid though - a little fairy ring growing on Min's head and he's growing less sure by the second that it's actually a hallucination.]

...H-Hang on, you've got. Um. Just, here--

[It's probably not real but he can't resist the urge anyway, in case they are. He reaches up and tries to...well, not pull them, because that would give him away, but casually brush at the top of Min's head like he's sweeping something out of his hair...just to see what happens.]

[And of course, because they aren't real, absolutely nothing happens whatsoever.

Except Min-Gi stops mid tug with all his weight against the vine he's currently trying to pull out from between the floorboards blocking his precious cellar- a little startled (certainly unsettled) by Ryan's sudden thought and touch. His eyes track Ryan's hand up into his hair until he feels like he's almost cross-eyed. What is it? Is there something on him? A bug? Please don't be a bug. That would be so gross.]

Uh- dude, what? What's on me?

[And maybe it's the struggle of pulling or Ryan being weird or all of the above but he swears he can see a blurry glow around his boyfriend's hand and arm. It's red in some parts, but the longer he looks the more the...milky...energy(??) slips into a muddy sort of green-brown. That can't possibly be good.]

[It doesn't do anything. Ryan's hand just passes through, and he feels like he's losing his goddamned mind. But...he can't make himself say so either.

So, he lies. He doesn't want to scare Min, and he's probably already freaking him out as it is.]

Just, uh. ...Stuff from the door, I think. Little vines or whatever. Gone now!

[It's not gone. It's still there, sitting on top of Min's head, and Ryan feels kind of queasy. Maybe if he doesn't have to look at it though, it'll just go away on its own. Maybe it stop if he has a chance to stop thinking about it. So, he holds out his hand.]

Gimme a turn? Maybe my guitar muscles will help.

[They won't, but it's something to do other than just watch Min and freak out about imaginary mushrooms.]

[Well, it's not like Min-Gi can argue with that reasoning. He gives Ryan a funny look but lets go of the vine and falls back on his ass before moving to the side. His crows waves as he moves, almost like they're dancing. Or taunting.]

These things are made of steel or something.

[No they're not. Min runs his fingers through his hair to make sure he doesn't have any more vines or whatever on him before relaxing his stance to rest while Ryan has a go.

And you know, now that he's actually just watching him that weird glow is all over the place.

Now it's his turn to stare, brow slightly pinched, wondering what's wrong with his eyes. Come to think of it, the vines are kinda glowing, too, but it's more of a shining white.]

I think I was pulling too hard, my eyes are going weird. Maybe we're just not supposed to go down there right now.

[This was a bad plan.

It was a good thought, turning his attention away from Min to something else. But...that something else is more plants. And mushrooms flourish in between. There's plants everywhere though, so they can't all be fake. The vines are real. The flowers were real - he was holding them in his hands, able to touch them.

But now he has plants in front of him to cut down and...no idea which ones are actually there. He can't back down now though, so he just guesses, and Min will watch Ryan completely miss every third attempt or so. Each miss makes him a little more desperate the next time.]

Man, trowels really suck for this.

[As though that excuses any of that.

He stops though, and turns back to Min with shock and the tiniest amount of hope.]

What do you mean going weird? Is...something wrong?

[Is it the same something that's wrong with him? It's terrible of him, but he sort of hopes so.]

[Ryan kinda looks like he's drunk as he has a go but it's not like Min-Gi was getting too far, either.

He sighs and scrubs his eyes, shrugging helplessly.]

I don't know. Maybe? I didn't want to say.

[Does that sound dramatic? He doesn't want to scare Ryan or anything.]

It's like there's this coating on stuff. The plants here, you. It's probably just stress?

[Maybe a little dramatic, but not any more dramatic than what Ryan's been seeing. Knowing that Min is going through something similar kind of helps though. It makes it less scary to try and open up about if he isn't going to be dismissed as a lunatic.]

Maybe...[Ryan sighs, and sets down the trowel.] I guess I must be too? I can still see those weird little mushrooms, but uh. They started growing on you...?

[Ugh. He wants to dismiss himself as a lunatic.]

So...what does it look like for you? The coating, I mean.

[Min-Gi's hands go right back to his hair, but he doesn't feel anything.

And of course he doesn't, Ryan just said he's seeing things-

Ryan is seeing things. Right. Everything about the last half a hour makes a lot more sense now.

His stomach sinks a little bit further.]

Uhh, it's like. I dunno, so the vines have this like, white glow? It's kind of like how when you're in the moonlight?

Like...some kind of aura?

[That seems like it would be more of a paleblood thing though, or at least Ryan thinks it would be. He's not exactly an arcane scholar though, so he could be way off base. But if it was glowing blood he'd be able to see it too and the plants probably wouldn't have anything.

He doesn't know how to describe his own experience beyond "I'm hallucinating". But...it occurs to him that maybe he doesn't have to? He holds his hand in front of him, fingers splayed.]

Let me see your hand? It won't be as intense as last time, I promise.

[If Min consents, Ryan will lace their fingers together and show Min a memory from literally just a few minutes ago, from his own perspective - blue mushrooms dotting otherwise empty spots on the door, swaying away from Ryan's touch. Min talking about-- something, admittedly that part is warbled and forgotten, but Ryan's focus in that moment was on a crown of mushrooms growing in on Min's head, making him look like some sort forest prince.

Ryan's right that it isn't the same gut punch of emotions from the last time he shared memories with Min, but there is one that stands out strongly - worry. Worry that he's going insane. Worry that he's worrying Min. Worry about a number of things.]

[Aura. That's the word. Min doesn't know much about that kind of stuff and yeah, it does feel like it would be a paleblood thing. But you know something, Min-Gi has yet to see hide or hair of his supposed darkblood powers and besides the glittery blood? Everything he's experienced has aligned with Ryan. It's weird. It's very weird.

He nods and gives his hand, submitting to the wave of motion and memory he knows is coming. It's bizarre to see himself through Ryan's eyes, especially covered in mushrooms that are absolutely not really there.

Mushrooms everywhere, dancing away from Ryan's fingertips and forever just out of reach. Wrapped up in worry and more of the same.

Worry he answers silently with concern and wonder. He doesn't know why this is happening but seeing things is scary. He knows. It isn't the same but if Ryan can glean the reflection in Min-Gi's eyes he'll see the patter of soft glow that washes over everything sparked with life. The plants, sure, but it's mostly Ryan that's vibrantly glowing in a flux of color. ]

[At first, Ryan doesn't see it. His eyes are shut and he's breathing deep, trying to focus so his thoughts don't go all over the place like they always do. It isn't perfect, but it kind of works? The thoughts move in a way that makes some semblance of sense. It's more like an actual stream of thought than a whirlpool that changes direction every two seconds.

Once it's over though, just as he's about to let go, he can see that unusual light in Min's eyes. He hesitates, but...well. It's probably more of the same, right? He doesn't trust his own perception at the moment.

Still, he looks down at his hands - at their hands still clasped together. He can't see any kind of an aura on himself or on Min, but that doesn't mean Min isn't seeing it.]

Does it feel weird? Like, touching it? ...Can you see your own?

[Asking about Min's possible hallucinations feels better than trying to justify or explain his own. If feels better that making him worry more.]

[Min shakes his head no before looking down at their joined hands. No, it doesn't feel like anything but he hasn't really thought about the other stuff. He focuses a little more to see if there really is anything different but if there is he isn't able to pick it out just yet. It's early days.]

Mm... no. Nothin on me and it just feels like you?

[He isn't sure if that's a good thing or not and looks back up.]

It's kinda rad looking, though.

[Unless it's a curse or something and then it would not be rad at all. Heat vision? Seems unlikely. Ryan's just...glowing. Different than normal, too, which is a weird thing to say bu here we are.]

How long have you been seeing mushrooms?

It sounds cooler than whatever's wrong with me. --oh! Do they leave trails?

[He actually lets go this time and slowly waves his hands in front of Min's face as if it'll make a funky light show for him. It's probably not going to do, much it's a moment of levity.

At least until the mushrooms are brought up again, anyway. He lowers his hands.]

This is going to sound bad but...a few days, I think? [Immediately his hands go up like he has to defend himself here.] Look, the whole city's covered in plants right now and I had no reason to think any of them weren't actually real. I just thought it was part of the whole, you know...thing! Mushrooms aren't even that weird for Trench.

[It wasn't like he was seeing pink elephants or whatever stereotypical hallucinations are. Until they started growing on Min he was sure he was seeing something that could reasonably exist - and even then the only thing that really convinces Ryan is the fact that Min can't see or touch them.]

[Ryan's wild, wacky waving makes Min-Gi cross-eyed as he tries to follow but he shakes his head. No trails. Alas.

And anyway, Ryan is actually answering the question so he isn't going to allow a distraction. The defensive stance is noticed, though. It's sure A Choice.

One he isn't too surprised about in general but it isn't needed in this instance and his tone reflects.]

Hey, no, you're right. There are plants everywhere and Trench's whole thing seems to be mushrooms.

How about this, if you're suspicious about something, just ask me and I'll tell you if I can see it or not. Just until we can figure out what's going on and how to stop it.

[The tension falls out of Ryan as Min validates him. He knows he's not always the most forthcoming, and he knows other people know this about him, so he was ready to have to justify himself. But, it's kind of a relief that he doesn't have to - and that he immediately has unconditional support.]

...Alright. Yeah, sounds good. I can do that.

[It doesn't sound like something that will burden Min too much? He's just...double-checking things. He can do that, probably.]

Whatever it is will probably pass too. Like it might be some weird blood thing, or maybe the plants are making everyone high as a kite.

[You know, casually spoken as though that isn't a big deal.]

[Min hasn't always been the best at being supportive or actually really listening, but he's just seen with his own eyes that what Ryan is saying is real. He has no reason to poke holes.

So, he nods a little and smiles (tightly) before giving the nearby door flowers a suspicious squint.]

I mean, maybe.

[Then back to Ryan.]

Does weird blood stuff happen every month? Each month has a different patron, I wonder if this is all because of...whoever is in charge or whatever.

[This isn't corruption right? Right???]

I think so? I don't always notice it, but sometimes something will happen to like. All the palebloods or all the coldbloods, or something like that. I think it has something to do with the moon...?

[He shrugs. What does he look like, a blood scientist?]

They've never been anything major for me though. I mean, I've never felt like I wasn't myself because of them? There was a month early on where I had these killer migraines all the time, but that's the most it's ever done to me.

[And even then he just pushed through them anyway. There was a lot going on at the time - he was helping get the Raccoon Room together, trying to write the Squid Song, partying in the street at ungodly hours because the Black Parade was outside his door. There was too much to do to let his head keep him away from everything.]

[Well you know, can't let a migraine get in the way of your over stimulated gutter spiral.]

Huh.

[Min-Gi looks at the flowers again, reaching to tug one of the last remaining lilies but hesitates at the last second. It's shimmering aura is getting stronger and stronger now that he's noticed it. Kinda seems a shame to pluck it out.

Ngh. He really wants to get back into his cellar, though.]

We should go and check the archives. It wouldn't be a bad idea to know this stuff. If there's a pattern then we can be ready for it. Oh, March? Better get set for whacko flower carnival month. Everything is mushrooms! Great, hate it. April? Everyone turns into chickens. Gives us a chance to build a coop.

Edited 2022-03-10 06:26 (UTC)

Would we have to change the band name to Human Choice Judy? It doesn't really have the same ring.

[He's kidding, but he couldn't resist. Surely Min saw it coming.]

And yeah! We can definitely do that. And some of it I know! Like the Black Parade was in October, and when I first got here, everyone was doing these weird little flower rituals? That's a lot easier to track than "was my blood making me do a weird thing or was I just doing a weird thing?".

[He tugs idly on some of the vines, but he's not really trying as hard as he was. This is kind of a lost cause, especially when more mushrooms seem to push their way through by the second.]

...We could do that now, actually. And maybe get a pair of scissors on the way back? Or a knife? Even nail clippers would work better than this trowel.

[They're all very good points but all Min can do is laugh and hold his hands up in defeat. Plan accepted.]

I know, I know, I keep meaning to do some shopping but I hate Willful Machine! I have a whole list of stuff I need but every time I think about haggling with rocks I just can't do it. It doesn't make sense. This is no way to run a financial institution.

[The archives? Easy. Shopping? Impossible. Can't be done. Not alone.]

[Ryan laughs back, because of course Min hates it. Of course he does.]

I keep telling you it doesn't have to literally be rocks, just stuff you can haggle with. Sometimes that's rocks but it doesn't have to be.

[It's very funny seeing him get all worked up about it though, because it's so on-brand for him to be bothered by this.]

You could've just asked me to go with you. Bring the list with you! We'll get some of it while we're at it. The vines can wait a bit.

[Of course it bothers him, it is literally insane! You know what? Squids, fine. Omens, fine. Haggling with random crap? INSANE!!!

For a second he looks like he might fight it, because it's embarrassing and pathetic that this should be such a simple and effortless task. He should be able to do this. He should be totally fine with collecting a bag of stupid shiny stuff and trading it for useful wares. Why is it so hard? Why does it feel so impossible to balance the worth of a feather against a knife? Two feathers? If it's a really good knife do you throw in a handful of gravel? A turtle shell?? What does it MEAN!?

But you know what, he really needs that knife. And some towels. And dishes and a kettle and some firewood, not to mention groceries. So necessity wins out over pride and he sighs, nodding and pulling himself up before offering Ryan a hand.]

Thanks, dude. Let's go get to the bottom of this.

[The mushroom thing will be fine. The aura thing? Probably also fine. They're going to go to the archives and then do some shopping and it's all going to be okay. It might even end up being a really nice adventure.

One last sunny, spring outing before it all goes to Hell.]

Edited 2022-03-10 08:27 (UTC)

[The mushrooms get worse. Significantly worse.

It's more of the same, so Ryan hasn't felt the need to fact-check them - if mushrooms are growing on someone, they're probably not real, right? Easy. He can manage that. And there haven't been any other hallucinations, anything he's really doubted himself on.

The problem, is that when he's out in public the mushrooms are starting to obscure people's faces. It starts small - just blurring out the features of local Trenchies he doesn't actually know, just people passing him in the street or the occasional shop keeper. It makes it difficult to look them in the eye or have a coherent conversation when he can't read their face or tell them apart from anyone else. Worse, people are noticing it happen.

Within a few days, it's nearly everyone and only spreading.

He and Min-Gi are heading over to the Raccoon Room to rehearse this week's show, and Ryan stays close. He always stays a little close, testing the limits of what going slow truly means for them, but for once that isn't why. There's a muffled and irrational fear in him, or at least one he assumes is irrational, that he'll stray too far from Min and lose him to the mushroom crowd. As soon as he has the thought he tries to dismiss it though. As if he'd forget Min's face. He's only seen Min's face almost daily since they were born (with some minor exceptions).

Still, he's a little nervous. It's not like him to be the quiet one. Was Min saying something to him? He was too busy looking at that group of mushroom-face people outside a nearby restaurant to notice, watching them eat mushrooms with their mushroom faces. It's so fucked up and he hates it but he can't stop looking at it.

Absently, he reaches for Min, to try and link their arms together as they walk - as if letting go will make him disappear somehow.]

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[Ryan and Min-Gi know each other's face better than they know their own. Every lash, every curve, every shade of brown in the other's eyes. Mushrooms or not, how could they ever lose that.

Min-Gi's crown is smaller today, just a few amethyst deceivers and little mycena interruptas. They pepper their way through his hair and from his shoulders and jacket pockets in meaningless, swirling rings. He's been checking in with Ryan about it a lot but asking too much will make it A Thing (concern vs being overbearing) and he doesn't want a fight.

Being out like this is already a little overwhelming. The streets are crowded as people emerge from the long bone months and their auras make the empty gaps between them nonexistent. He's hyper aware of every space he moves through and does his best to side step but it's impossible as they move through Crenshaw into Cellar Door.]

It's so busy out, this is whack.

[As awkward as he can be about Ryan touching him in public, he can kinda see the use case, and offers his elbow when prompted to link arms. It's not a romantic thing, this is a traveling safely when their eyes can't be trusted thing.]

Should we even be going anywhere?

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(A few days later--)

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