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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![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
dichotomy or you can dm me here!]
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
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his lips quirk at paul apparently being a fan, because pal likes him- it's sweet, to think of pal just mentioning that casually to a friend. paul also sounds like the good sort of friend to have, raising him firmly in viktor's opinion already.] If he's a good friend to you then I like him as well, we'll start on even ground. [a pause and he exhales, amused.] Bah, I swear I wasn't always this sentimental.
[lies, he just doesn't squash it with pal.] Yes, wouldn't want them to think of it as a challenge. Maybe I'll put Rio's bed by the door so they'll have no way of squeezing the chalkboard through even if they do sneak in.
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[Speaking of sentimental. He grins at Viktor's fussing and lifts his head, catching Viktor's jaw with his fingertips and turning him into a proper kiss. Play with his hair again in a minute; this is the reward for sentiment and pre-approving his myriad odd friends.
Very good. Chalkboard defense. Yes.]
I can ask Rocky to perch on it for the duration, too, if anyone gets past us to get in here. I'm sure she'll be quite the deterrent.
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which is cut off by being rewarded for being sentimental with that kiss, setting a terrible precedent and further enabling him. he smiles against it and gladly goes back to hair playing when he's done, making a personal note to keep an eye out for this paul even before the party.]
Oh that's cruel, I like it. She has an excellent look of judgment that might be deterrent enough. [and if that's not enough it's on them to mess with the very scary big bird. rio certainly won't do anything other than probably accept pats and go back to sleep.] When do you want to aim for this party? I imagine we should have everything in a couple week's time at most.
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[Maybe the Trench will summon big worms, the way it summoned Paul's Leviathan; it's within the realm of possibility. Desert worms, though - surely not long for a climate like this one. But he'll leave the worms to Paul, settling back into the soothing repetition of Viktor's ministrations in his hair.
Big cruel bird, on the other hand... It shouldn't make him smile; it does.]
That will do; I'm not aiming to put a rush on anything. Particularly not your cherry bombs. You'll have plenty of time to perfect them.
[To show off, specifically.]
That, and I'll have to let everyone know. There's time. Anyway, I have an unrelated question, if I could. [ahem,] Do you want to share a bed?
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and he does want to show off at least a little now, not that he'll admit it. they'll be good bombs, damnit.
pal's question has his fingers stilling for just a beat, returning to action with a soft chuckle.] Yes, very much so. [shocking, given ever since they've confessed he's been touching or thinking of touching pal in one way or another. who would have guessed.
still he feels the need to address,] I may wake you up, sometimes I have issues with breathing or coughing fits. It's been better here. [but he could no longer try to smother it quietly and hobble to the bathroom when it does happen. he has the very distinct feeling pal isn't going to care either way.]
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Still, give him one moment here to be quietly delighted. Not only does he very much want to, himself, but - well.
That leaves one whole extra bed for book storage. Exciting.]
Frankly, I might still be awake. [He is infamous for his minimal sleep cycle, after all, but in the interest of sentiment he's more than willing to crawl into bed with Viktor and maybe just bring a book for when Viktor falls asleep.] But if I'm not, don't worry about it; obviously, don't. You can roll me out of the way into the wall, I'll be fine.
[ha. that would be fine, though.]
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viktor shifts a little, careful not to jostle pal but wanting to slip an arm around him. his delight makes his chest feel a little tight, maybe a bit of wandering into a feast after a famine in terms of touch, offered again and again by pal and seemingly enjoyed just as heartily. ]
We'll just make sure I'm on the open side. I have a terrible sleep schedule myself but when I do manage I do deeply, so it's unlikely you'll wake me. [the smile is very much in his tone still.] You do have a tendency to fidget, I noticed.
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And this is Trench, so if he's going to squeeze water from a stone, he may as well fully indulge in the good parts. Sleeping arrangements, the only problem they will ever have, indeed.
He is mid-reach towards Viktor's hand to hold, when, ah-] I've been accused of fidgeting before, that's fair. Restless mind.
[Guilty as charged... anyway, give him that hand, mmph.]
It's simple trial and error, but it's also a bed; there are only so many working options. [A beat. Hm, the giddy sentiment,] There's a decent chance I won't be able to sleep at all tonight.
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[and he likes that, because to him one of the most endearing and alluring things about pal is his mind.]
Hm, there is a very obvious line here, something about finding a way to tire you out. [there's certainly a way to vent restlessness. it's odd to frame such remarks in a soft tone but still it happens, fingers curling around pal's.] If you would like to join me there tonight.
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[New date activities: buying a stopwatch. He gives Viktor's fingers a gentle squeeze, considering the technical lack of innuendo. Well! Hmm! He would like to go to bed with Viktor with or without the innuendo, as it turns out, so it's easy:]
I would. Let me get my glasses first, before I lose them for days. Then we can move to bed.
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I think they fell off the arm over there. [he offers, untangling slowly and rising with only minimal complaint from his knee about all that nonsense. he watches pal for a few moments, letting it sink in again. they're here, he's taking what feels like the most worthwhile risk he's taken since the night hextech was born, this could hurt in ways he can barely fathom and in a merciless place. no amount of dedication will stop a beast, or the sea calling pal back to it. it is safe to say they are both on borrowed time in more ways than one.
still he basks in the warmth he feels when pal is able to find his glasses and he reaches out to pull pal back to the bunk with him. he basks in it when he plucks the glasses off pal's face again with a small grin and sets them carefully to a safe surface.] Now, let us see what we can do about that restlessness of yours.
[he says when he has pal lying back against the sheets, this time his hands creeping up under pal's shirt before he dedicates himself to doing just that.]