06 . the sleepy town expedition.

[necrolord]

Who: necrolord, Gideon, Harrow, Paul, Kaworu, "Shannon," Mako, Ford, Shiro, Ruby, Luna, Faith, Willow, Ezra, Zhongli, Perell.
What: An intentional family-and-friends roadtrip to a forbidden holy ruin. A less-intentional catacombs adventure.
When: 3/14.
Where: Sleepy Town and the Catacombs.

Content Warnings: Sleepy Town-typical themes of grief, loss, and surreal landscapes. Catacombs-typical horror per the March event. Also, note all the usual warnings of this character.

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[forwantofahorse]

So, [Sayo says, that single word holding a precipitous weight that will undoubtedly lead to an awkward, deeply stupid conversation. She showed up to the expeditionary party in an attire and attitude that only Gideon will recognize: sour and sardonic, dressed in a getup entirely unlike "Shannon's" typical frilly dresses, blouses, and skirts. She rapidly wheels between hunching over and scowling, and leaning back, showing her fangs and bantering with "The Necromancer" at the drop of a hat. It's disconcerting to see if you've known "Shannon" for any length of time.

And then, of course, there are the two ghosts currently shambling not far behind her, both bearing bullet wounds in the chest. Although considering that this stretch of the catacombs are haunted enough for everyone to get their own phantoms, that part isn't particularly noteworthy.]

Fuck, marry, kill. Again, I suppose. Your options are Battler, George, and... [She squints over in The Necromancer's direction, and jabs a thumb over at the pink-haired apparition following him around.] That downright smoking pink-haired woman following The Necromancer around.

cw: gory ghost

[necrolord]

[ The downright smoking pink-haired woman has been following them for a few minutes now. She would certainly be beautiful, were it not for the state of her corpse: her chest is an open red ruin, as though someone buried a grenade inside her ribcage and let it blow. The insides of her glisten wetly for all to see. Her pretty peach-colored hair is spattered with gore.

When she arrived, the Necrolord Prime said a few short words of dismissal— a Don't mind her, an I've seen this trick before— and let her drift behind them as though caught in their current. He did not expect to have her acknowledged with Fuck, marry, kill.

God turns to look at Shannon. Harrow will recognize his expression from the words Who was A.L? Paul will recognize it from, I hope there's someone who still loves God. He looks a bit like someone has slapped him, and he is too incredulous at the nerve to be properly offended.

Then he exhales a breath only distantly related to a laugh, and splays his hands like a man conceding defeat. ]

She'd kill me for answering that.

[ It's too soon on all counts, which is why he says it. Predictably, it hurts. ]

[lipochrome]

[ The minute Sayo lets fly with downright smoking, Gideon sits down, puts her head in her hands, and groans loudly, a melodramatic death-rattle for the ages. ]

Uggghhhgh, don't say that. She's not hot, she's some shitty lemongrab senior citizen who drinks white wine and says 'hiss' out loud. Pass!!

[ The only thing worse than the idea of 'hot Mercymorn' is God's stricken look, followed by the world's worst joke. Worse than Sayo's, even! ]

Hate to agree with our Kindly Scout Leader [ what a great name for God! ] on anything, but that is not the question. If you want someone hot, check out her.

[ Gideon releases her head and cocks a thumb back towards the woman following Paul. ]

[peripheries]

I dunno. I think the other one is better.

[Leaning over to Gideon, whispering ~conspiratorially~. But it's not that exciting. The man next to the woman following Paul.

...It's obvious what's going on.]

[forwantofahorse]

Hm... the woman next to Paul is kind of... what's the word?

[Sayo snaps her fingers a few times, trying to call to mind the exact lingo. (Mostly to distract herself from that brief sliver of appalling genuineness from The Necromancer. She chose him because she figured he'd be the one to roll with the gag and get her to pay attention to something other than how crushingly depressing this all was, not do the opposite.)]

Ah. Yes.

MILF-y?

But I suppose the same could be said of The Necromancer's ghost.

cw: corpses, ghosts

[terriblepurpose]

[The woman following Paul stands impassive and still at the edge of the pooled light around this particularly well-adjusted expedition. With her autumnal hair pulled high above a delicately formed face and a willowy body sheathed in a clinging dress the color of shadow, she is, undeniably, hot. Even MILF-y, if the recently and evidently peacefully deceased are a person's 'thing'.

Then again, so is the man standing nearly shoulder to shoulder with her, whose limp hand at times seems to entangle her listless fingers in his own as they brush against each other. Wearing the same shade of black, his own dark hair shot through with distinguishing greys, the Duke Atreides is nearly as eye-catching in death as he was in life.

Standing between them and the rest of the expedition is the extraordinarily harried mingling of the two of them, looking between all four speakers in abject disbelief.]

Is this necessary?

[Horror and exasperation make for a strange tonal mix. Paul covers his eyes with one hand and seethes out a breath through his clenched teeth.]

What kind of game is this supposed to be?

[necrosaint]

[ Very cautiously, Harrow reaches out to place a gloved hand lightly onto Gideon's shoulder as she drops her head into her hands. She moves as if she is afraid to touch her own cavalier; this isn't actually the case, but doing it where people can see it? People are looking at her—well, they're looking at Gideon, but same same.

Harrow is followed by no one new, as of yet. They will come, if the ghost possibly of her own making that is often following her allows them.

She is touching Gideon, but she is looking at Paul, and intoning flatly: ]

I should hope it is not.

[ Somehow Harrow manages to not pull away from Gideon, despite where her bouncing back is going. Harrow is just going to try to take Paul's side here. ]

cw: ghost, asphyxiation

[lipochrome]

A stupid one.

[ Gideon answers Paul's second question. She should probably get up off the ground, but sometimes, she doesn't feel like it!! Harrow's hand is resting on her shoulder comfortably, and behind Harrow and Gideon is a redheaded woman in an orange jumpsuit carrying a large gun, with skin the ugly purple-ish of someone who has not breathed in a long time. The orange-suited woman does not look happy about the game, but then again, she doesn't look like she gets happy about anything. ]

But we can't all go around talking about how hot Mercymorn is. I mean, come on, Harrow! She was such a dick to you.