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deercountry2022-03-06 04:52 pm
droptheious) wrote in deercountry2022-03-06 04:52 pm
[OPEN] Well there is no such thing as you
Who: Varian and YOU!
What: March Catchall!
When: Thoughout the month of March.
Where: Around the city + game areas
Content Warnings: Warning for both Jumanji and Catabombs events!
Throughout March
Varian has recovered completely from his corruption by now and he's finally settling himself into a routine again. He knows everything will inevitably be disrupted by whatever monthly insanity is going on but that doesn't mean they can't enjoy some semblance of normalcy in the time between, right? He spends good portions of his day at the potion shop. It's nice to be able to put his wares on sale somewhere- and more to the point be around to make sure Melius is getting a fair price for his hard work. If you're new here, you might be gawking at the tall lizard man nervously flitting about- if you are, you get a glare from Varian's corner of the store, a silent warning to be nice. Otherwise, he'll greet anyone with a friendly "what can I get for you?" from whatever pile of stock he's been working on.
Or perhaps you'll see him in the driveway of the Disaster House in Cassandra. Now the last awful few months have passed and the weather is getting better, so he can be found working on his awful car again. It has bodywork now, and he's started to add the engine to it. He currently has it jacked up so he can work beneath it- his legs sticking out from one side as he lays on a creeper board. Sometimes, a hand will come out to paw for a tool of some kind, before vanishing back under the car. Once in a while, he reaches out and a clump of weeds grows under his palm- reacting to his coldblood augmentation of the month. Varian grabs a handful of them, lets out a frustrated "aaugh, hey no! not again!" from under the car, before pulling himself out to try and...deal with the plant growth before it gets out of control again, muttering under his breath as he does so.
"I don't know how Fern deals with this all the time, geez."
14th March - Closed to Fern
It's been a pretty terrible last few months, in all honestly. His and Fern's first anniversary had been tainted by Fern's death and Varian's resulting corruption and beasthood. The Day of Hearts went a little better, what with their bond and all. Though that has carried its own...complications. Mostly the being technically married now, oops sort. Maul's actions had left a stain on that month, too. So Varian is determined that Fern's birthday will go amazingly, without a hitch if he can help it.
So Fern will wake up alone, but with a little note on the bedside table and the smell of good food coming from downstairs.
Happy birthday! Come on downstairs when you're ready, I'm cooking breakfast. I promise this one isn't a trap.
A game for those who seek to find
Varian is not really well built to survive in a jungle. Even before he lost his leg and got it replaced with a prosthetic he was not well suited for this sort of terrain. He's small and skinny and can't really run fast or swim well or anything that requires not dying in a jungle. Especially a jungle actively trying to kill you. So it's safe to say he's not having a fun time here.
Perhaps you catch him perking up after his roll, gaining himself a monkey tail. He is definitely NOT impressed by this chain of events. This isn't the first time Varian has had to deal with monkey features- something he has pointedly told absolutely no one for his entire time away from home.
"OH, COME ON!!" he pulls at his tail but it's...definitely there and stuck to him, given the little 'ow' he mutters as he tugs on it. "This doesn't even make SENSE!"
Or perhaps you catch him trying to run and hide from Van Pelt, the boom of a gun somewhere in the distance as he presses against a tree, panting, eyes wide. A man's voice is taunting him out there, promising him he will find him. Varian casts you a frightened glance, keeping his voice low.
"There's a crazy guy out there, trying to kill me! Can we just roll and move onto something else before he freaking shoots me?"
Catacombs
He does a little better in the caves. Despite the leg, he can clamber up ropes with a surprising amount of agility. After you get used to climbing up your adopted sister's 70 feet of magical hair, you can climb up anything remotely rope-like easily.
You might find him at the fire, torn between charging in and not- part of him understands it's not real, it can't be, but he's blatantly uncomfortable, dithering. He casts you a worried look, then turns back to the house, chewing his lip.
"It's- it's not real, right? It- it can't be. It's just a trap, they...there wouldn't really be people in there, do you think?"
Or perhaps you see him happily wandering around the choronology of seasons puzzle, excited to be able to do something here. He moves to a few tiles, humming softly to himself before turning to you, pleased as anything.
"I know what this is! These are the patron pthumerians! We just... we just need to line them up right, I think we should be able to get this, I read up on them a lot."
Or perhaps, towards the end of the journey, you find him at the sign promising as above, so below. He could be caught in his own incompetency, made stronger by the latest problems he's had with Maul. He hugs his arms around himself, sinking to his knees, softly whispering "I only wanted to do the best I could- I didn't know it would end like this, I didn't know I wouldn't be enough". Or, perhaps, he has found you, caught in your own anxiety spiral, putting a solid, gentle hand on your shoulder, squeezing once.
"Hey. Deep breaths. We can get out of this. Do you want to talk about it? It- it might help get you out."
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teeff. Will match format!
What: March Catchall!
When: Thoughout the month of March.
Where: Around the city + game areas
Content Warnings: Warning for both Jumanji and Catabombs events!
Throughout March
Varian has recovered completely from his corruption by now and he's finally settling himself into a routine again. He knows everything will inevitably be disrupted by whatever monthly insanity is going on but that doesn't mean they can't enjoy some semblance of normalcy in the time between, right? He spends good portions of his day at the potion shop. It's nice to be able to put his wares on sale somewhere- and more to the point be around to make sure Melius is getting a fair price for his hard work. If you're new here, you might be gawking at the tall lizard man nervously flitting about- if you are, you get a glare from Varian's corner of the store, a silent warning to be nice. Otherwise, he'll greet anyone with a friendly "what can I get for you?" from whatever pile of stock he's been working on.
Or perhaps you'll see him in the driveway of the Disaster House in Cassandra. Now the last awful few months have passed and the weather is getting better, so he can be found working on his awful car again. It has bodywork now, and he's started to add the engine to it. He currently has it jacked up so he can work beneath it- his legs sticking out from one side as he lays on a creeper board. Sometimes, a hand will come out to paw for a tool of some kind, before vanishing back under the car. Once in a while, he reaches out and a clump of weeds grows under his palm- reacting to his coldblood augmentation of the month. Varian grabs a handful of them, lets out a frustrated "aaugh, hey no! not again!" from under the car, before pulling himself out to try and...deal with the plant growth before it gets out of control again, muttering under his breath as he does so.
"I don't know how Fern deals with this all the time, geez."
14th March - Closed to Fern
It's been a pretty terrible last few months, in all honestly. His and Fern's first anniversary had been tainted by Fern's death and Varian's resulting corruption and beasthood. The Day of Hearts went a little better, what with their bond and all. Though that has carried its own...complications. Mostly the being technically married now, oops sort. Maul's actions had left a stain on that month, too. So Varian is determined that Fern's birthday will go amazingly, without a hitch if he can help it.
So Fern will wake up alone, but with a little note on the bedside table and the smell of good food coming from downstairs.
Happy birthday! Come on downstairs when you're ready, I'm cooking breakfast. I promise this one isn't a trap.
A game for those who seek to find
Varian is not really well built to survive in a jungle. Even before he lost his leg and got it replaced with a prosthetic he was not well suited for this sort of terrain. He's small and skinny and can't really run fast or swim well or anything that requires not dying in a jungle. Especially a jungle actively trying to kill you. So it's safe to say he's not having a fun time here.
Perhaps you catch him perking up after his roll, gaining himself a monkey tail. He is definitely NOT impressed by this chain of events. This isn't the first time Varian has had to deal with monkey features- something he has pointedly told absolutely no one for his entire time away from home.
"OH, COME ON!!" he pulls at his tail but it's...definitely there and stuck to him, given the little 'ow' he mutters as he tugs on it. "This doesn't even make SENSE!"
Or perhaps you catch him trying to run and hide from Van Pelt, the boom of a gun somewhere in the distance as he presses against a tree, panting, eyes wide. A man's voice is taunting him out there, promising him he will find him. Varian casts you a frightened glance, keeping his voice low.
"There's a crazy guy out there, trying to kill me! Can we just roll and move onto something else before he freaking shoots me?"
Catacombs
He does a little better in the caves. Despite the leg, he can clamber up ropes with a surprising amount of agility. After you get used to climbing up your adopted sister's 70 feet of magical hair, you can climb up anything remotely rope-like easily.
You might find him at the fire, torn between charging in and not- part of him understands it's not real, it can't be, but he's blatantly uncomfortable, dithering. He casts you a worried look, then turns back to the house, chewing his lip.
"It's- it's not real, right? It- it can't be. It's just a trap, they...there wouldn't really be people in there, do you think?"
Or perhaps you see him happily wandering around the choronology of seasons puzzle, excited to be able to do something here. He moves to a few tiles, humming softly to himself before turning to you, pleased as anything.
"I know what this is! These are the patron pthumerians! We just... we just need to line them up right, I think we should be able to get this, I read up on them a lot."
Or perhaps, towards the end of the journey, you find him at the sign promising as above, so below. He could be caught in his own incompetency, made stronger by the latest problems he's had with Maul. He hugs his arms around himself, sinking to his knees, softly whispering "I only wanted to do the best I could- I didn't know it would end like this, I didn't know I wouldn't be enough". Or, perhaps, he has found you, caught in your own anxiety spiral, putting a solid, gentle hand on your shoulder, squeezing once.
"Hey. Deep breaths. We can get out of this. Do you want to talk about it? It- it might help get you out."
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And he gets ANOTHER weird slice of pop culture to vaguely understand! He nods as Kayle speaks, keeping his movements and tone quiet and small- trying not to make any sudden moves. Like trying to keep a nervy animal at ease.
"I mean- I do get the pursuit of knowledge and...not feeling like I'm enough," oh boy, does he feel that one. "But you also need to know when to...stop? Like. Make sure you look after yourself, too? That's- that's something I've been trying to work on myself, I know it's not easy."
Ah but. He finally picks out something in Kyle's unhealthy-sounding babbling to hit on something that concerns him a lot.
"...You've been trying to fall in love so you're using...research to- to do that? What- what happened with Karkat? Did you guys break up?"
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"I'm fine," he says, trying to sound reassuring. "I ate things even. It's okay."
He shrugs and hunches in on himself a little. "I was. I was, there was an incident, it all got taken away. My love, I mean. So I was trying to fix it. But then there was just... so much more to learn and to see and... yeah. I can still fix it. I know I can."
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He listens, brow furrowed- that concern isn't going anywhere as he tries to filter through what Kyle is telling him to make sense out of it.
"You... your love was taken away? Like- like the ability to feel the emotion?"
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He nods, face still hidden. "For my boyfriend. Fucked up, right? But it'll be okay. I know it will. I'll figure it all out."
He picks at his own hangnails. "So. You'll help me?"
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He keeps his tone even, gentle, trying his best to soothe his friend while trying to make sense as to what the fuck is going on here.
"Sorry, Kyle, you're gonna have to go back a few steps for me. Did...did Karkat ask you to remove your love or was this something you...you decided you needed to do yourself?"
Because those are two very, very different things.
"Of course I'll help you. No question there," that, he is 100% certain of. "I'll do everything I can."
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He shakes his head. The hood he's wearing slips the tiniest bit and he fixes it quickly. Nothing is revealed, which is in itself odd as normally Kyle's ridiculous hair would escape.
"Neither. It was an accident. I was helping Dirk try something and it messed up. He didn't mean to." He stresses this last part, as if he thinks Varian might grow angry.
"Thank you. How long, do you think? I have things to trade, of course. I'm not cheap."
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"Okay, okay, so it was an accident, that's fine. We- we can figure out how to undo an accident. Do you remember exactly what you did? That's- that's where I'd start. See if I can work backwards from that mistake."
It's what he's done in the past, after all.
"I don't know, but I won't stop until we've figured it out," and then with a gentle snort. "I'm not charging you for my help, Kyle, jeez, c'mon."
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His hooded head lifts a little. "Thank you. You're a good friend. I'm smiling in here."
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He offers a fleeting smile- it's too tinged with worry to be very convincing, but he's trying.
"Of course, anytime."
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He shrugs. "I didn't think it would, not really. We were kinda dumb."
Kyle tucks his hands into his pockets. "I should go."
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Because that's there his attention is- trying to help his friend because this is super not okay. He chews the inside of his cheek, frowning.
"Okay, but I'll make the machine you want, and bring it to you?" hrrrm. "And I'll stick around to...monitor. See what I can see. Maybe I can work out the right steps to take next if I can observe it happening."
He's also going to take to the library in Gaze and try and see if he can find anything that can help with this.
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"Oh. Oh, no. You can't stay. I, uhm. I look pretty bad, right now. More than usual, I mean."
He's absolutely horrified by the very idea.
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"Kyle, there's like...an 85% chance I've seen worse," he says gently. "And in case you fall in that 15%? We'll figure it out. It's okay."
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"You really think so? It's. My skin is bad. It started getting really bad, and now it's really REALLY bad." This is quite the understatement. He falls silent a moment.
"I could show you, I guess."
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"I'm pretty sure. And like said, maybe I can figure out a way to help you, but I kinda need to know what I'm working with to do that. I won't kick you out, screaming, okay? You're safe here."
cw: trypophobia, facial disfugurement
"...okay." He takes a deep breath before he pushes his hood back.
Kyle's face is gone. So is his hair, but that's really secondary to the fact that where his features were there is now instead a series of craters and holes, ridged with a delicate gold colour. The pattern is uneven and looks very much like something you would find in nature. There is no sign of his eyes, but he doesn't seem to be having a hard time seeing.
Kyle's head tilts a little to one side as he regards Varian warily.
cw: trypophobia, facial disfugurement
He can't keep the sadness out of his expression, though. His friend is blatantly suffering and it breaks his heart to see it.
"Oh...Kyle," it's said softly, compassionately. "This is...does it hurt? It- it looks like it hurts."
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"No," he says. "It itched, at first."
Varian's voice is comforting, and it makes it easier for him to relax a little. "I know it looks bad."
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Varian's going to be pretty firm on that. Kyle might look a mess, but he's still Kyle. That's what's important here. He offers an encouraging smile.
"We'll get to the bottom of this, okay? Figure out the right way to get you healed up."
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"If you get that dream machine made for me, that'll help I'm sure."
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Well, that's not true, he has a LOT of worries right now concerning his friend.
"I'll drop it off for you as soon as I'm done. Should take me a day, tops."