april catchall [ota + closed starters]

[laruetheday]

Who: Clarisse + you
What: It's aaaa generic birthday mingle! + some closed starters
When: April, particularly around the 15th
Where: Earworm

Content Warnings: Drinking and potentially those Special Mushrooms that are available at Earworm



[ What do you do when you're turning twenty one in a month of perpetual darkness, but your blood type isn't making you hallucinate or want to punch yourself in the face until you fall into a coma for one of the first times since you arrived in Trench?

If you're Clarisse, you park yourself at Earworm and pretty much just stay there.

For the first half of April—particularly on the fifteenth and the days close to it—Clarisse can be found hanging out at the club—either inside already, or lingering near the entrance. If you're already on her (very short) list of friends she's probably texted you an actual invite; but the fact that she's somehow survived another year seems to have her in a good mood, and even if she doesn't know you too well, she'll give a nod when she recognizes you. (Or, potentially, even if she doesn't recognize you.) ]

Drink?

[ ... And, listen, if she's already drunk, she might offer you a mushroom, too. Because why not. ]

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[laruetheday]

[ The last (only) time Clarisse killed a hydra, she'd been on a ship—an ironclad given to herby her dad. She hadn't had to do anything except fire a canon. Anything big enough to blast this thing apart would do the job just as well, but she doubts they'll find anything capable of that on this cobblestone lined street.

She blocks a swipe of a snarling head with her spear, the power behind the strike sending her back a few steps, and tries to think back to afternoons at camp, learning about the old time heroes. Hercules killed the hydra. Did it with— ]

Fire? [ She sounds unsure, but then repeats herself with more confidence: ] We need something with fire. If we cauterize the necks before they can regrow, we can kill it.

[rosae]

( Rose flinches as the head swoops down and the girl blocks it with her spear, but instinctively gives a swing with her pipe, too.... Not actually making contact with the thing just yet, but she's gearing up for it, okay. )

Fuck fuck fuck, where're we going to find fire? ( The Polite Suburban Mom isn't shy about cursing, clearly. )

Can your spear do it? Magic, I mean. Like— shoot fire?

( She'd mentioned she could shock people with it, so maybe it can do other stuff?? )

[laruetheday]

It's not a Swiss army knife, lady, [ Clarisse growls—"can your spear shoot fire," seriously?—but she doesn't have much time to be annoyed. The hydra is obviously starting to figure out that the two of them don't have a flamethrower hidden away somewhere, and its cautious approach is starting to become... less cautious.

Clarisse feels sweat on her forehead. She doesn't want to retreat, but she also doesn't want to die, and those seem like their only two options right now.

Unless— ]

If I try something, can you distract it?

[ She's never done this before, at least not in this specific way. She's not sure it'll work the way she wants it to. But if she can manage it, they might have a chance of killing this thing. ]

[rosae]

( Look she doesn't know a lot about magic. Rose gives another little cry as the thing moves around, still halfway battling a very human response to want to run as fast as she can. But that's out of the question — even if standing off against the beast feels like a suicide mission.

But then she's turning her head to look quickly at the young woman, agreeing before she even has to ask what it is she might be planning. Is Rose stupid? Brave? She wouldn't claim either of those titles; she's just.. desperate. She'll do what it takes, even if it may seem stupid or brave, depending on who you ask. )

Yeah— should I run and have it follow me, or try to keep it still?