deercountry | april catch

Entry tags:

april catch - all

Who: viktor and others, open to all with some closed prompts
What: some late march/early april logs, including some tdm stuff. i'm happy to attach something else on if anyone's interest in doing something specific
When: late march through april
Where: various

content warning; terminal illness, arcane season 1 spoilers, likely game typical beast gore/body horror, potentially ableism mentioned, claustrophobic imagery

open prompts.

fishers of dreams - the lighthouse, early april (tdm)

a. while awake

[if you've been roped into this lighthouse business too you may enter to find a man already there. he seems vaguely disgruntled by the business, offers vague greetings but otherwise sticks to scribbling in his notebook. it looks like schematics and formulae, but anyone with an eye for either might notice they tend to trail off and start in odd bursts.

viktor will offer to cook when evening falls (or whatever seems to be the right mealtime in this place) so maybe that is a better time to strike up conversation. the smell coming from the kitchen is heavy on whatever spices the place stocks, promising pain to anyone who doesn't have the stomach for that sort of thing. worse if he finds the rotgut liquor tucked away, which he will pull out and offer despite smelling more like turpentine than anything edible.

these tricks of the eye though, flashes of people vaguely recognizable, he chalks it up more hallucinations. last month was mushrooms, so this? irritating, far more distracting, but it followed the pattern.

it isn't until later in all this he'll track whoever is with him down.] Did you see someone else come through? There, just up the stairs.

b. nightmare

[trying to reach the odd lighthouses is fruitless, the shadows converge and when the dark clears the area seems more closed in than before. it shouldn't be, he was just outside on the shore, yet now the dark sky seems to hang too low, lower still, suffocating.]

What now? This is another illusion of sorts, is it not? One this place is so fond of. [viktor sounds more irritated than anything, maybe defensive since the grip his has on his crutch is white-knuckle tight. in the distance seems to be a lighthouse, though the light is far and the area is so stifling, promising a tunnel that will close and snuff out the light entirely.

it's ridiculous of course, the walls are not that close, certainly not enough for this suffocating grip on the lungs and throat. there's no real explanation, less so when a few steps forward and the ground begins to dot with great metal cables, the distinct, sickly sweet smell of chemicals in the air. there are pools between them where the ocean should have been, this time shallow spills of what could be gasoline or something similar, slick rainbow puddles, oily and difficult to walk through without slipping or sinking.]

(ooc; for this one please, feel free to add your own character's nightmare in any flavor at any point!)

odds and ends - willful machine, early april

[viktor can be found around the vendors often enough, especially those specializing in scrap metal, tools or small machinery. for the most part he doesn't stick out, except for the fact often his massive omen often accompanies him, some sort of huge pink salamander/axolotl that he'll lean against or ask rather politely to help carry larger purchases.

he doesn't seem to notice or care about any attention, though the creature will blink curiously around. feel free to approach or find him haggling rather intently for such a stick of a man, accent thickening when it gets heated enough. maybe you want the same scrap? or are looking for something and he's standing nearby enough to notice a lost look and offers assistance?]

[one might also find him about by the sound of a nasty coughing fit. he stands with his back curled, a rag to his mouth as a makeshift handkerchief. it's a wet cough that shakes his entire frame, and when it's over his sniffs and clears his throat, straightening.

the cloth is stained in a pale color that catches the perpetual moonlight of april. paleblood, that he regards for a moment before folding the cloth in on itself with a small frown.]

closed prompts.

jinx - willful machine, late march

[viktor doesn't stay by the lamp exactly. he would usually but he hardly sees the point when this person he's meeting knows him by sight as far as he can tell. it leaves him feeling comfortable to wander within eyeshot mostly of the lantern, strolling down the canal docks to find a place to stand and watch the boats cut slowly through the water.

he likes it here, he thinks, in this district. the noise and foot traffic, the winding canals and dirty water, the boats bobbing to and fro - it wouldn't be a bad place to set up. a lab that will double as his home because he doesn't see the point in separating the two any longer, even if he can practically hear heimendinger's tutting about his work-life balance in his ear. it will be closer to the vendors, less of a hike to acquire what he'll need to start fresh. first a new brace for his leg and back, then some basic experiments into lunar energy to get a feel for it.

his lungs flare and burn, minor enough he manages to swallow it down without reaching for the rag in his pocket. he makes a note of the severity and timing, adds it to his growing mental list that seems to indicate his illness does indeed remain but is diminished. promising, if he's being optimistic, but at the moment he feels only a sense of irritation that now he doesn't know the timeline of his own life. one he might be shortening drastically with this ridiculous stunt.

a sigh and viktor goes back to watching the boats, trying to clear his head. he considers trying to message vi and ask her opinion of this but... no, he doubts he'll get anything. he's not sure if he disgusts her as a class traitor or amuses her in truth. better to just see for himself what he's gotten himself into like a fool.]

allen - willful machine, early april

[the 'grand tour' doesn't amount to much yet, the lab area just a large, empty space dotted with a few tables and a couple of desks, not even a chalkboard he's been keeping an eye out for or something that could do the same. one of the desks at least is littered with junk, at the moment tools and the starts of a knee brace, a table nearby with all the scrap he's managed to grab that could be useful in the future. one corner has a cot, maybe he'll clear out whatever other small rooms the place has later for a bedroom proper. maybe not.

viktor seems satisfied with it as he gestures around, and rio has commandeered one of the tables for her own to lie across.] A solid start, I think. I like this area, this eh... Willful Machine, that is.

[he'll never admit part of it is the boats. everyone's allowed a sort of childish interest, right? they're soothing, even if they lack the motors that fascinated him.] Have a seat, if you'd like. How have you been since the tombs?

wildcard.

[as i said, feel free to ask for anything else, including other tdm prompts, i am more interested in seeing the worlds built by others for the archway prompts so i didn't include any here. my plurk is

dichotomy or you can dm me here!]

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It's something to behold. The basics are easy enough to eke out, but the rest is— balderdash. [the shame of it all!! ah, but he nods,] Later.

[Mm, and for a quiet moment with barely any movement, this sure is charged. Palamedes doesn't look away, lips quirking just a little when Viktor moves his head around - that's real dedication to the bit. It's sweet, like Viktor's blush, and at the same time it's teetering on the edge of something more; something that tips directly into that kiss, heated and definitely going to leave him a little breathless.

Well, if Viktor kissed him like that all the time, they would never get anything else done. Palamedes listens to him speak, and the compliments are nice, to be sure, but before he says another word he shakes his head slightly, like nope, come back here— sliding a hand up to the back of Viktor's neck and pulling him in for another deep kiss. He still kisses like he has all the time in the world, unhurried and indulgent, but there's a spark of open wanting in there, as if to back up without words all the actual words he's already said.

Give him a moment, when he pulls away; the shape of Viktor's mouth and the weight of him leaning over Palamedes like this have to settle back down in his thoughts to, like, the words that were said. Yes.]

If I'm understanding this correctly, you're saying we'd have wound up right here, anyway. I doubt I'd have been able to resist if someone like you wanted to sneak me away somewhere. [Hm! He presses up with another kiss, more chaste, against the corner of Viktor's mouth.] I think this is my new favorite thought experiment.

Later. [he agrees, something to laugh at when he doesn't have a bit of a focus on pal's lips or the shape of his jaw under viktor's fingers.

viktor braces himself with a hand on pal's shoulder, not quite used to kisses that don't have a rushed quality to them, done between stripping off layers and tangled limbs. that the heated edge is still there but unhurried, indulgent even, is nicer than he would have thought. it gives all the wanting a sincere edge he barely knows what to do with besides answer in kind.]

I might have even taken you back to my apartment properly, which was very rare, I'll tell you. I had an old couch like this, so perhaps we really would be right where we are now. [he punctuates the words with a kiss, then trails a few more down pal's jaw, resting against his neck for a moment with a soft chuckle.] I'd definitely leave a few marks up your neck for you to remember me by, because I would have wanted you to.

[and he'd never see him again, which is sort of a bummer on the whole sexy pick in a bar scenario so it doesn't get mentioned. he is infinitely glad they met here, where he has no real reasons to remain unattached.]

[Oh, the thought experiment continues to improve. Palamedes laughs lightly - the old couch, a constant across worlds, very funny - and tilts his head to accommodate the track of Viktor's mouth.]

Well, I bruise easily, so I think I'd remember you for a while, [he says, murmured near his ear. He turns that last part over again in his mind, 'I would have wanted you to,' and for the scenario in another life where they meet as strangers somehow in a bar, it's rife with Viktor's charming ego, but here, in actual reality— well! There's something achingly tender about it, almost bittersweet; Palamedes doesn't care to think of the Trench sea's fickle nature any more than he has to, but in this context... hmm.

It's sweet. He tugs idly at the back of Viktor's shirt so he can get his fingers under it, to slide around his waist and relish the warmth of skin on skin.]

If I'd met you on the Sixth, I'd wager I could get through seeing you give one presentation to the exam board before tempting you away to a quiet spot in the Archives, of which there are remarkably few. [A little huff, like, the Sixth is too small for errant makeouts? Good god. It's that or a bunk in a public dormitory.] That version of events has— potential.

[But not as much; the considerable lack of bars will do that.]

Undoubtedly we'd have to argue about your proofs, of course, [this is in his sexy Sixth fantasy,] but very heatedly.

[He turns his head to kiss the spot just under Viktor's ear, where he can reach, and can't help but nearly lose the plot of the bit in a low chuckle before he even manages to say it:] I might even offer to revise your paper.

Hopefully for more than a few bruises. [he pulls his head back to regard pal fondly, running a thumb over the area of his neck in question- maybe later he could make that a reality. for the moment he likes this back and forth too much to get properly distracted.

his brace here is made of leather and some metal framework, higher on his back and not nearly as sturdy or secure as the one from home. it's been fine so far thankfully, he thinks the new blood has strengthened him in some ways, enough sometimes he feels he could go back to a simple cane on good days and spare himself the annoyance of the crutch.

a thought for later, because pal's hands on him make him press a lingering kiss again, encouraging the warmth of his palms.]

So we'd have to be very quiet and stealthy, I do enjoy a challenge. [amused, especially with the stark contrast of their previous worlds. well, the sixth was a little more like the academy at least, just smaller and he hopes more bearable as a whole for pal's sake.] Would my irritation with red tape and bureaucracy be enough to sway you?

[maybe finding creative ways to call his colleagues rude things without getting in trouble for it, that was purely a piltover skill to be fair. he dips his head, smiling a little into pal's shoulder as he murmurs and kisses below his ear.] Now I'm tempted to write a paper here just to see the Master Warden in action.

I remember everything, [which is about 90% true, more than enough to murmur against Viktor's lips before they kiss again, hands sliding ever higher up his back. He doesn't fuss at the brace mostly for vague concern that he will break some part of it poking around blindly, and besides, there's more than enough skin uncovered to keep his hands busy. His fingertips find the base of Viktor's spine, following it up until he bumps into brace. Hm, and now it's time to do that a few more times, in the interest of being thorough.]

You'd make a good case, [he says, and then,] Stealthier than our previous heist, to be sure, although I suppose if we were caught...

[Well. Viktor would not be pretending to be tousled and in the middle of it, in the sexy archives scenario. He hums, pressing another kiss to that spot with renewed delight. Yes, encourage his ego, that's the stuff.]

I'll warn you in advance, because I like you: I am merciless.

You can touch the brace. [he informs in a space between kissing, simply because he knows people are often unsure how to approach it or if they're welcome to. truthfully he'd rather pal keep his hands on skin, tracing like he is and making viktor press back into the touch, even if it pulls them a little farther apart.

it does give him a good view though, which is enough of a plus he'll allow it for the moment.] I could try to cover for you while you snuck away. We would not want the Master Warden looking like he's causing trouble in the stacks, would we?

[something about that scenario is so incredibly fumbling students it really charms him, though he supposes gossip in an enclosed community must spread like wildfire.] Do the Sixth love their gossip as much as Piltover did? If we were caught at the Academy it would be quite entertaining to our peers. Plenty of tutting and sly looks.

[well, again not entirely true, being from the undercity gave any rumors about him a nasty edge but he's still going to keep things actually fun for this, so that fact gets ignored. he has to grin when pal says that, finally leaning in again for a kiss like a reward for his mercilessness.] Good, I find that terribly attractive too.

[Oh, lovely - he slides his hands back up to give the brace a little tap, a cheeky acknowledgement of that permission, before he resumes his indulgent exploration of skin. His concern about the brace is... largely surrounding Viktor's comfort levels, considering he's seen the one for his knee and it does look faintly gnarly, but: brace tune-ups are a topic for another time. Viktor says he can touch it, he'll touch it— eventually, when he's finished touching him elsewhere.]

My mother used to call it "terrifying the wildlife" any time someone did something unexpected— though I wasn't ever caught doing this in the stacks.

[If only, badum tsh.]

Sixth gossip is usually about whose experiments are going sideways. We'd get a gentle reminder about deadlines, if they bothered at all.

[Better than tutting and looks, which seems Third, yet again. He drinks in the kiss like they're in the stacks trying not to get caught right now, all eager with an edge of daring. Bold, for here on the tiny couch. He definitely takes it as a reward for his mercilessness, and he's more than happy to keep coasting on the good mood of this silly bit. That, and the easy pleasure of hearing that things about him are attractive, ooh, Viktor—]

Do you? Wait until I find a new red pen.

[ok that makes him laugh, a short thing cut off quickly.] It's enrichment, even a pack of academics need it from time to time. Though perhaps we could just not be caught and spare them this supposed reign of terror- oh-

[as nice as this is the position is starting to bother him, ignored for long enough the twinge in his knee makes him heft a sigh and shift to sit back down beside pal with an apologetic glance.] Apologies, a very delightful position but not one I can hold long, I'm afraid.

[it doesn't bother him all that much, still pressed close, rubbing the ache of his knee but leaning in for another kiss regardless, one that ends with just a moment of pressing their foreheads together before pulling back.]

If you do not make me wish to throttle you I will be deeply disappointed. [what can he say, having someone he actually respects challenge his work is thrilling. weird nerd.] You know you are only the second person I've ever worked with in any capacity that didn't drive me insane? It's impressive, really.

I'll practice my stealth in the meantime, if you think that will help. [Ah, and there he goes; Palamedes hums, caught between already missing him hovering and being concerned about his knee, mmph. He sticks close, keeping an arm around Viktor and leaning his head on his shoulder once Viktor pulls back. He's sentimental and enjoying the cuddle, sue him.]

I'll destroy every margin, just for you; it will be obscene when I'm done with it. [And it's his manifest charm, certainly,] We make a good team, in my opinion. Still; there's nothing wrong with having high standards.

[Hah. Now, if he can circle back here a moment: the concern. He's assuming, here, so he says it like it's half a question:]

Your braces seem like they could be more comfortable.

I expect a sea of red. Every page an hour long argument. [his smile is kind of ruining the effect. he runs a hand through pal's hair idly from where he rests on viktor's shoulder, fondness hitting him again like a blow. going from heated to sweet is killing him, as it turns out.] We do. I would say you've proven an admirable partner in a few areas, including creative works and romance.

[and roommates, and work. he keeps up the idle playing with pal's hair as he asks that, a hum of consideration as he thinks of how to answer.]

They could. The materials I have to work with here don't make that aspect particularly easy, but I've had worse braces and done well enough. [he turns his head, lips brushing against pal's hair to say,] You needn't worry about it, in time I'm sure I'll be able to make something a little better, then better after that. A work in progress, hm?

[Ooh, an argument, how romantic. Hours of heated debate is a very attractive prospect, honestly, that's the simple nerd truth, but it still makes him laugh softly. Viktor's hand in his hair is relaxing, welcome in the face of the double-hitter of 'admirable partner' and the low-grade discomfort of lesser materials. Hmm...]

I am. Going to worry. Not more than I usually do, mind; you know better than I do. [About putting together good braces, and so on. His practical experience with inorganic engineering is still mediocre, but unfortunately, even being fully convinced that Viktor could build anything he can think of doesn't fully alleviate the concerns.

A work in progress; good.]

There's a place in Lumenwood that makes prosthetics and assorted aid-sundry, if you wanted to pick up some materials. One of the blood ministers saw me bend my glasses and told me about it in advance— I should probably be embarrassed by that, but.

[A shrug! Where even are his glasses right now, he hasn't been paying attention to keeping them on the arm of the couch, oop— Either way, there's a place. He fiddles with the hem of Viktor's shirt, idly, hmhmhm.]

That said, you're a pretty admirable partner, yourself.

Mm, I know. If I were in your position I would worry as well. [viktor offers as his hand moves in a gentle rhythm. he's never needed to learn the line between appreciated concern and coddling for himself before, and it's been an interesting learning experience.] I suspect the first time you're properly injured by this place while I'm here I'll be unbearable. Alas.

[he glances over, unable to help some amusement as he says,] A little embarrassed, maybe. It is endearing to watch but likely not kind on the budget. How badly do you need them to see?

[it makes him wonder about the kind of glasses sold here, and given the style of the trench he nearly snorts at the image of pal in some bloodborne ass aesthetic glasses. it's not a terrible look really, but still a stark one. maybe all the grey would make it work.

ugh, he's all fond again.] Maybe we'll go to see what they have to offer. I hadn't considered they may be willing to part with materials they use. I ah... hm, I prefer to make my own aids, even back home. [health agency! he offers a shrug as he twirls at pal's hair with a finger without really thinking much of it.]

Hmm, I don't like that you can say it like it's as guarantee, but you're not wrong. [Trench: inevitable bodily harm. He supposes that, since he's already been chewed up by a sea monster, it really won't be a surprise if he breaks an arm or something... Still. If not for Viktor's soothing hand in his hair, he would have a whole rant going already.] If it's from you, I'll gladly welcome a little unbearable behavior.

[Probably. Ninety percent chance. As long as being unbearable involves being next to him, he thinks he can take it.

He sits up just to make a face, squinting - he can see Viktor this close, but,] You're a handsome face in a sea of blobs right now. I used to carry a spare pair, but that got tiresome.

[But maaaybe he'll start doing it again, if this town's lenses can even work for him? Hmm. A shopping trip to judge the available wares, indeed. He settles back against Viktor's shoulder again after that, not quite melting into the hair twirl, but almost. This is what gets him, the idle habit without even thinking about it, ah - just when he thinks he can't possibly get more fond. Mm.]

I had a feeling you wanted to do it yourself, [he says; if only because Viktor's first response to just about anything where getting a new Thing is involved is "I can try to build it."] I can't imagine why they wouldn't part with materials; a trade is a trade. Cost of labor? Never mind, if you want to go, we'll go— I'll stand next to you and scoff and roll my eyes if anyone tries to imply you don't know what you're doing.

[boyfriend mode will, in fact, activate.]

For what it is worth I very much hope it is because of a simple accident and not the various other ways this place can harm. [sort of dry but yeah, that is an earnest wish. he'd rather be realistic with a side of optimism and prepared for the worst regardless.] You are of course encouraged to tell me to give you space, in which I will do so and be unbearable in my head instead.

[which might also be a little unbearable, just quietly so? who knows. everyone will get a test run when he finds out allen died.

the squinting gets and amused look, a stolen kiss before he can plant himself back down again, just a peck.] Why tiresome? I can make you a case for them so carrying is easier. [kind of proving the 'if there's a problem i'll just Make Something and fix it' mindset right there. in a shocking turn of events he especially wants to do this for pal, make any problem he has go away with something he's thrown together.

back to hair twirls, resting his head back as he considers this outing.] I've always had to do my own scoffing and eye rolling, that will save me a lot of time in there. [he finds that offer incredibly sweet despite the joke, lips quirking in a little smile.] It's worth a shot. It's times like this I very much miss Jayce's forge, I suppose I got spoiled on being able to ask for any part I so desired and having it made exactly as I asked.

I'll let you know, but I think you'll be fine. [He's, hm, not sure he knows how to graciously accept comfort, unbearable or otherwise - he'd deflected when Camilla had gone away overnight, and deflected a few more times when he'd come back from the sea a second time, himself - but he can recognize that that is not great of him, so. Inevitably, whether it's a sprained wrist or something more, perhaps he can make an effort to, what was it— stop pushing his own needs aside to be stalwart.

Maybe. Here, in private, with Viktor, who will kiss him for his bad behavior with glasses, and so deserves to be let in. Hmm.]

First the taser belt, and now a case— you're practically decorating me. [Huff. He'll need an actual spare pair of glasses first, but it goes unsaid that if Viktor made him a case he would indeed carry it around.

Anyway, it's a date, with plenty of scoffing and eye rolling on the agenda. Palamedes considers, then,]

There must be forges around here, but tragically, you'd have to network. [terrible.... who does that] I can't help you scoff through that one. D'you think he'll turn up? Jayce. I'd have questions about forging, obviously.

[viktor leans his head against pal's for a moment in something like thanks for that. honestly it's funny how he finds this simple sitting together just as rewarding as the borderline makeouts of before, maybe this romance business really did have something going for it.]

They are utilities, and given I am sure you have pockets solely for notebooks and pens you stole I know you're aware of them. [pal gets a little tap to his head to punctuate that.] Besides, you already bend your glasses enough on your own, you do not need the help of carrying them around without a case to help with that.

[he's already thinking of ways the case can be multifunctional too- maybe a space for an emergency blood vial? there'd be room for that. something to consider.

he makes a face at networking- dear gods not again, he escaped that please let him live his best life here- before pausing to consider jayce's potential arrival.] I think so, or at least I think it's a very distinct possibility. Jayce is... hm, he has always been a man who demands attention without trying. I would not be shocked if this place noticed him too.

And I would like you to meet him. He would like you, I think.

[Ah, caught. Palamedes laughs, a little noise he tries his best to cut short, because who, him? Steal pens and line his pockets with them? Absurd. He definitely did not actively remove an article of clothing earlier because it was full of pens, no, that was a different Palamedes.]

I could bend the spare; that would save me the trouble of having to replace the ones I have. [That he abandoned somewhere on this couch, ahem.] You see? Call that being resourceful.

[Mm, but never mind, Viktor will surely badger him into wearing belts and carrying cases in due time. Focus instead on his hand at Viktor's waist, slipping under his shirt again to trace a loopy nonsense shape against his side, purely affectionate like the fingers in Palamedes' hair. Yes, this is more interesting than the glasses...]

Maybe he'll turn up at the same time Camilla manages to find her way back here, [he says, amused and only an ounce bittersweet. Jayce for his apparently wild popularity, and Camilla for what he's sure is her stubborn attempt to crawl successfully back onto shore.]

You make him sound larger than life; I'd like to sit down with him myself one day. This place could use a few more brains knocking around.

That is called being ridiculous- actually, where did you put those? [right, the glasses. maybe they should take care of the original pair before hypothetical second pairs and cases. he glances around for them but not particularly hard. he's comfortable, sue him. they're probably fine.

yeah, just cuddling in again, head resting against pal's, always melting a little more at the idle contact.] She does sound like the type who will find her way back to you regardless of any squid related nonsense. [a pause.] And I would very much like to meet her.

Ha, they put his face on airships. Piltover's golden boy, the Man of Progress, there were even mugs. [actually larger than life, on the airships at least. he shakes his head, cheek brushing against pal's hair.] It annoyed me sometimes, how they commodified him like a product. In that way I think being here would be good for him.

They're around here somewhere. [The arm? Slid quietly off to the floor? It's not as if they're moving much at all, so no one is going to errantly sit on a pair of glasses without a pair to spare. This is nice, just sitting around and adding friend-sentiment to the usual sentiment - a lovely evening.

Anyway, first:] They put him on mugs? Did any fall out of those portals?

[It's very funny, even though commodifying a person like that is uncomfortable, on that much he can agree. He would still like to see the Jayce Mugs, though. Somehow, that one is funnier than the airship...]

He wouldn't have so many crowds to please, I'm guessing. That would be simpler; more time for projects. And Camilla— I'd like you to meet her, too. She'd like you, except for when you encourage my ego. At least I'm not on a mug.

[ah well, they'll just have to live on the edge and not know where the glasses are. and hopefully not step on them. frankly rio very likely weighs more than either of them so hopefully she won't either.

he snorts softly then says,] If only. I kept several around the lab to terrorize him with, and yet no luck. Imagine a very cheesy headshot with yellow rays coming out of it- it was positively awful.

[said with a grin in his tone, because it really was a delight to tease him about at every turn. a good way to distract him from the pressure of it all too.]

Precisely. They made him a councillor before I came here, just dragged him further and further from the lab. Here he could focus on the work again. [a touch wistful. he wants to believe that would be good for jayce and not the constant social circus.] I'd be tempted to try and have a mug made just to see the reaction, but I'll spare you both.

[Rio, stay over on the other side of the couch, good girl... Palamedes would visibly shudder at the awful sun rays headshot mental image if he were inclined to sit up, which he is not. Good god, that poor man.]

Now I almost wish he'd wash up on the shore— purely for a break from being on mugs.

[Unless, of course, he likes being on mugs? Palamedes can't conceptualize it, but he supposes it's possible. Still, if there's any reason to want a person to show up here that isn't entirely selfish, it's probably 'a break from being a household name and also product.' Geez.

But also, the "face on a mug" exercise is very funny, so,]

Thank you, anyway; I'd look ridiculous on a mug. What kind of background would you give me? My shelves?

[thankfully she sleeps still and spares pal's glasses this one time in her infinite benevolence. after a thoughtful pause viktor answers,] I'd like to see what he'd think of our research, or how he'd react to being capable of magic. That said I do not think he has the stomach for the violence here, so I'll refrain from hoping for his sake.

[leave him to suffer with mugs in piltover hell.

ah, another conceptual exercise, one he hums like he's giving it some real thought since it's clearly important.]

Tempting. Maybe stylized horizontal lines to represent notebook paper. Or a skull, that does seem to be the general eh... aesthetic trend of necromancy, no? It would make for a much more dramatic mug at least.

[Oh, a softie, huh— which is disingenuous at best, Palamedes knows, it's not like any of them want to be desensitized to violence, but from the people involved in this conversation alone: a necromancer, a cavalier, and someone from the undercity do have that particular, ah, advantage over a guy whose face is on mugs. Palamedes hums, deciding that if Jayce does turn up, they will simply take turns covering his eyes from the worst Trench things. Easy.]

Salient point. [And this mug, wow...] Would it need my face on it if it had a skull already?

[Would his face simply not get in the way. He knows nothing about design.]

The notebook idea is very you; maybe a series of ink smudges, for emphasis.

[it's definitely a marked difference when he's honestly not sure how even the blood aspect will be taken by jayce, let alone the body horror and monsters and other assorted goodies. is it weird to be thankful of pal's necromancy giving him an edge over being disturbed by more things? maybe. ah well.]

It would, I'm sorry to say your actual skull isn't the selling point here, it's the whole eh... whole package. [viktor points out.] Besides, it could be a stylized skull. Or your scroll skull mascot.

You are the man with the notebooks. I am just reading the trends. [fond, as always.] I do like that one, see the ink smudges are a subtle nod to the pens as well. It comes full circle.

[It's weird to be having this oddly sweet conversation about putting his skull on things, for sure - that's simply the brand. He chuckles, giving Viktor's waist a brief squeeze that is totally reprimanding for making fun of the Imperial Cool Skulls. Please, they're so serious.]

You don't know; my skull might be very nice. I'd even let a scroll be shoved in there for the most House spirit.

[And listen, he has only so many vices, let him have office supplies. He pictures the mug, notebook smudges and all, and decides with considerable amusement,] It's hideous. Don't put me on a mug, please. I can't fathom a future of my face being forgotten about in sinks and cabinets.

[That said, in the spirit of things,] What about your face mug?

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