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TDM #1

TDM #1: AUGUST
I. ARRIVAL
Upon arrival, characters awaken in one of the main plazas of the town, lying on the paving stones around a central fountain. It is a bright sunny day and very hot, so you'll quickly want to find some shade. A light breeze brings the scent of the sea, but there are no cries of sea birds to be heard.

The buildings of the plaza are all medieval stone construction, but they all have modern awnings and glass fronts. Tables out front display tourist wares: little plastic statuettes, postcards, t-shirts. Among these, it's easy to identify Greek lettering, Greek gods, photos of Athens and Crete. Predominant among the souvenirs are items marked with the name Rhodos.

But there are no vendors selling their wares. Even if characters wander into the shops, they are all empty as if their owners just stepped away for a moment. Lights are on, and some of the larger and nicer shops even have the whirr of air conditioning. Food stands waft the aroma of freshly grilled kebabs, and a gelato cart is cold to the touch and the ice cream inside is frosty and delicious.

The plaza where you arrive is set on a slope, and the direction of the sea breeze and the faint sound of waves against a shore indicates pretty strongly that down-slope is the direction of the sea. But looking down the slope from the main plaza, you can see an open archway in a tall stone wall, and beyond it is nothing but mist. Despite the clear sunny day in the plaza, the mist is a dense fog with barely three feet of visibility. If you enter it, you can see your own arms in front of you, but nothing beyond that. The breeze has gone still and the waves no longer sound so much like waves--the sound is warped through the mist so that it almost sounds like sobbing. After about five minutes of determined walking across what feels like flat ground with no other landmarks, you find yourself back at the archway.

Housing can easily be scavenged. Doors are unlocked and the interiors are clean and welcoming, beds freshly made, as if it is a hotel that's been prepared for you rather than anyone's personal residence. And yet, once you've settled upon a place to live, you start to find little signs that you have lived here all along. The photographs on the wall (which weren't there when you first arrived) depict you and your family and friends, even if you came from a world without photography. Upon arrival, you have only the clothing you are wearing, but within a day the closet begins to fill with familiar outfits from home, and within the first week you may find up to five of your own possessions around your new residence.

Note: Wardrobe is limited to what you can reasonably fit inside a non-walk-in apartment closet, what your character would reasonably wear and possess in canon, or what can be scavenged around town. There are two very small clothing boutiques where you can find most basics and a few cute outfits. For starting possessions two may be weapons or magical items, but you may have an additional three mundane items. All other personal items can only be obtained through regains or events.
II. SOUND AND LIGHT
The first few days in your new home are relatively uneventful. The days are hot and sunny and the nights are warm beneath a dazzling starry sky.

After not quite a week, the noises of a spectacle will lead characters to a small gate in one of the outer walls with steps leading down into the outer moat. The fog surrounding the city walls has drawn back for just this one little area, revealing an open air theater butting up against the castle wall. A path leads away from the theater on either side, but if you walk into the mist on either side you will promptly find yourself walking out of the mist on the opposite side, as if you'd circumnavigated the entire moat in just a few steps. Behind the theater is another high stone wall. Centuries of weathering has added rough footholds and handholds, but it would be a dangerous climb without equipment. Trees grow from the top of the wall, sticking limbs out of the wall of mist and clawing roots into the stones at the top, loosening them so that they're ready to slip at a touch.

The play that is projected onto the wall features shadow puppets, colored lights, and canned soundtrack special effects like the clop of horses hooves or the burst of trumpets. There is no dialogue or narration, so the story can only be roughly pieced together: there is a king and a queen, then a betrayal that leads to the king's murder. Later, the king and the queen appear again, participating in a ritual which seems to involve human sacrifice, a war and a triumphal procession, and then another betrayal and the king is murdered again.

The story repeats three times every night before shutting itself off. The first performance starts at twilight, and each repetition lasts about twenty minutes. Characters who watch it repeatedly will get the sense that it's slightly different each time, but the whole thing is complicated and confusing without any narration or dialogue to provide context, so characters will struggle to pin down how it's different. A slide projector is set up at the top of the amphitheater, with a pair of old speakers on either side of it. If slides are removed from the projector, they show only blank, uncolored plastic. If something is placed in front of the projector light, the scene is projected onto that object. The projector can be turned off, unplugged, or smashed. No matter what is done to it, as soon as no one is actively watching it, it is restored to an undamaged status and resumes playing.

After watching an entire repetition of the performance, some characters may be overcome by a fit of weeping. Tears roll down your cheeks and you can't seem to catch your breath. Despair clutches at your heart, colored by your own personal sorrows, and the weeping can only be stopped by receiving an embrace.

Others may find that the performance inspires them to reminisce. No matter how secretive you might normally be, you find yourself turning to whoever is sitting near you and telling them a story from your past, something that makes you nostalgic or regretful.
III. INTO THE FOG
CONTENT WARNING: Cruelty and violence against (monster) dogs

After the characters have been in Rhodos for about three weeks, a heavy fog rolls into town. Unlike the mist that surrounds the city, the fog smells of smoke. Visibility is reduced to a mere ten or fifteen feet.

The electricity goes out, and shops are no longer replenished. Food may still be scavenged, but the food in shops and restaurants will slowly rot and may run out. Battery operated items will continue to work as long as the batteries still have a charge. Running water inside the houses continues to work, but it is sluggish and smells stale, leaving an unpleasant film on the skin.

While out on the streets of the town, characters will begin to encounter the monster dogs of Rhodos. The sound of a dragging chain precedes them, and then the hazy outline of a dog comes into view. It's walking oddly, however, with a sort of staggering limp, and the sound of the chain is underlaid by a low, feral growl. Furless gray skin peels away in patches to reveal bloody muscle. The heavy iron collar around the neck is studded with long black screws, the ends of which pierce the skin of the neck. Hazy eyes are clouded with decomposition, and yet that doesn't seem to prevent the dog from making its way straight toward you.

The dogs are not very fast, nor very smart. They can be outpaced at a brisk walk, and they will lose track of any character who gets more than twenty feet away or behind a closed door. But they are vicious. If you get within a few feet, they will lunge at you and attempt to bite. If two or three of them manage to corner you in a blind alley, you could be in real trouble.

In addition to the dogs, characters will begin to catch glimpses of Manifestations, both their own or those of others. At first you might just catch a glimpse of them through a break in the fog, but after a day or two they can be spotted standing outside of apartment windows and staring in. In either case, they will not approach or attack characters unless you're foolish enough to get within six feet of them. Then, they will attack, and they will pursue at a fast walk until they lose track of you in the fog.
IV. WAKING UP TO A NIGHTMARE
CONTENT WARNING: Blood imagery

On the 28th, characters are awakened by the sound of their front doors being smashed in. It's your own smashing door that awakens you, but you can hear more distant sounds of destruction from the other apartments nearby.

As you scramble out of your bed, you find that the homey, quilted bedding has been soaked through with blood, and it's sagging in the middle with the outline of a human body. But before you have a chance to properly react to that horror, your Manifestation is coming through your bedroom door — more than one of them, if you were sharing that bed with anyone.

You will have to fight or dodge in order to get out of the room. Your Manifestation is out for your blood. You can do damage to it, creating deep wounds and heavy bruises, causing it to stagger and slow for a moment, but no matter how much damage you do it keeps coming for you. Sooner or later, you will need to run.

When you make it out into the streets, you'll find that the entire world has changed. Heavy darkness fills the city, and no stars are visible in the sky. A few lights glow despite the lack of electricity, but they only provide a sickly, red-tinted light. Streets are slick with something that looks like blood, and the stone walls in many places have been transformed into metal or grate. Through the grate, you can catch glimpses of black metal hooks and gory, dripping meat that looks human in origin.

There is no palatable food or water. Anything you have saved has rotted or changed unnaturally into what looks like rotting flesh or lumps of bile. Liquid has turned into blood or black water. The only mercy is that symptoms of hunger, thirst and fatigue stabilize after 24 hours and don't get any worse. Don't worry, it won't be the dehydration that kills you here.

Your Manifestation pursues you tirelessly, and the monster dogs are faster, smarter, and moving in packs. Your home is no longer safe, and staying on the streets is deadly.
V. THE BONFIRE
CONTENT WARNING: Body horror, immolation

Sooner or later, you find your way to the bonfire in the middle of the fountain square. There is no longer water in the fountain. Instead, the whole thing towers with flame, fueled by a viscous black substance in the basin.

A tall man stands by the fountain, gazing into the flames as if he is supervising. His suit is true black, fathomless black, while his skin is a dark red-black like the newly formed crust upon a lava flow. His eyes are black pools reflecting the flames. He takes no interest in any approaching characters, and will not respond to any questions. The only thing that will draw his attention to you is an attempted attack. If you try it, your blow lands, but he doesn't seem to take any damage. His head turns toward you and he considers you for a moment, as if he finds it intriguing that you would attempt such a thing. Then he returns his attention to the fire.

The dogs and the Manifestations will not pursue you into the circle of light cast by the bonfire. You can find a sort of respite here.

Time passes. It feels like days, though there is no way to mark the passage of time. The Dark Figure continues to supervise the bonfire.

At last, your attention is drawn to a sort of commotion approaching down one of the main streets that feeds into the plaza. You hear a rattling of metal, and a sort of gibbering moan. The bonfire illuminates first upon a pale, faceless figure which seems to writhe as it approaches, hovering above the paving stones. As it grows closer, you see that the figure is lashed to a square metal frame and bound with strips of barbed wire. Veiled figures on either side bear it forward, and the Dark Figure turns to watch it approach.

The figure upon the frame has no face and no mouth with which to make its agonized moans, but it continues nonetheless. It has limbs but no hands or feet, each limb ending in smooth stumps.

If no one interferes, the Handmaidens carry the frame forward and place it upon the fire.

The Handmaidens can be attacked, and hurt. They cry out indignantly at any attack, and recoil. They will not fight back, but they also will not be discouraged from their task by anything less than persistent violence.

If the pale figure on the frame is rescued by the player characters, it flails and gibbers helplessly, continuing to moan. If the pale figure is consigned to the flames, it begins to scream, and continues screaming for several minutes until the flame finally overcomes it.

In either situation, you begin to cough. Blood spills from your mouth, dribbling down your chin and spattering upon your clothing. But then the droplets begin to slither into letters, forming words that spell out your deepest guilt, in the words you yourself would use to describe it. No attempt to wipe the words away or cover them will prevent their legibility. The blood shines through whatever covers it, catching the firelight so that those around you can clearly read the words.

The Dark Figure and his Handmaidens made their exit while you were coughing. You are left alone with the other Tourists around you, your guilt, and whatever remains of the pale figure upon the frame.
SUMMARY
Arrival: August 1
Sound and Light: August 5-20
Into the Fog: August 21-27
Waking Up to a Nightmare: August 28-30
The Bonfire: August 31

Welcome to Rhodos! Going forward, events will take place in two parts. The Normal World part of the event posted on the 5th of each month, and it will be a lighter event both in terms of length and thematic content. TDMs will be bi-monthly and will feature an event element or elements for the Normal World which in-game characters may also play with on their own log posts. The sections on Fog and Nightmare worlds for the TDM will generally be the same every month, allowing players to test drive those elements if they'd like, but not including spoilers for the second part of that month's event. The second part of the event will be posted on the 20th of each month, covering events occurring through both the Fog and Nightmare cycles.

Test drive memes are considered game canon.

This won't always be the case, but for the nerds among you who are enjoying this sometimes-accurate tour of Rhodes, all location images in this TDM and housing are accurate to Rhodes.

Lastly, we are in need of mods! We're most in need of help for processing apps and activity. If we aren't able to get some additional mods, we will have to place a cap on applications, and we're hoping we won't have to do that. If you're interested, please send us a message over on the mod contact page. We've gotten the mod volunteers we needed so we should be all clear to proceed without an applications cap. Thank you to everyone who showed interest!
whomthebelltolls: (Inside my head)

[personal profile] whomthebelltolls 2022-08-14 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
[She stops after only that moment, and... turns back.] You are free to join me, if you wish, unless you've a desire to combat more of these creatures.

[There's a brief inclination of her head, as she responds.] I am Maria. [Normally, she would stop there (her title and heraldry hardly matter), but something about the formal introduction prompts her to respond in kind.] Lady Maria, formerly of Castle Cainhurst, and apprentice to the First Hunter, Gehrman. [Then, she looks down, and a brief darkness passes over her gaze, before she continues.] Though I suppose anymore, I am Lady Maria, keeper of the Astral Clocktower. [Roll credits.]

Let us walk, and I'll tell you a bit about being a Hunter.
guitarpicks: (HXT2iTV)

[personal profile] guitarpicks 2022-08-14 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ eddie lifts his left hand to run through his hair, then rubs at the back of his neck before he drops it to fiddle with the rings on his right. always moving, trying to channel the sense of dread and nervousness into something else.

he looks over at azul and frowns, looks down and then back up. ]
Look, man, I saw monsters pretty recently. Before that, I would have completely agreed but one day you think the world is a safe place and the next monsters are trying to eat you.

[ he shakes his head, thinking back to the demo-bats that had hunted them and wanted to make buckley, wheeler, harrington and him into their next meal. he looks back out at the archway, toward the fog. ] It's never that easy. Killing the big bad, it's not like the fantasy books. [ and jesus, eddie wants to go back to those. ]
midsommaring: (to be around you)

[personal profile] midsommaring 2022-08-14 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
When the bear shrieks, she hears a chorus of voices. Her sister, Christian. Her parents. The old man on the cliff. It almost wants to make her turn back, to move towards the sound instead of away from it, but the girl holding her arm is running, and Dani runs with her.

"I don't know -- god I can hear them. All of them. And I couldn't help them, I couldn't -- " A sob escapes her throat and her steps stumble. She can hear the pounding footsteps of the bear behind them and tries to keep up.

When she looks behind her again, she sees it. A giant, flaming mass of fur and teeth and claws. Was it on fire before? She can't remember, but it is now. Covered in flames but seemingly undeterred.
guitarpicks: (Default)

[personal profile] guitarpicks 2022-08-14 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
Oh.. Right. My bad for assuming. [ that's not what eddie expects at all. he stands there for a moment with brows raised, head tilted slightly as he watches the blonde stranger take out a photograph and burn it. he catches a glimpse before it goes, of the woman and young boy. ]

Terrible ex? [ he asks anyway, because that's probably better than digging at that wound. he wonders if that photo appeared here, like the ones he'd seen of his own friends and family. eddie hadn't wanted to burn the ones with his dad, just wanted to pull them down and ignore them. burning's not a bad idea though.

the question is easier to deal with. eddie shakes his head. ]
I had a spear and a shield before but... nope. Nothing I carry around all the time. Should I be carrying something?

guitarpicks: (urRqky7)

[personal profile] guitarpicks 2022-08-14 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ how is this his life??? eddie really wants to know that answer.

he looks back at the dog and spins on his feet, turning in the opposite direction. ]
How about we don't find out? [ he motions back in the direction they'd come from, takes a step and freezes because while the dog is slow it seems to have noticed them.

great. fantastic.

it growls, taking slow steps forward. ]
keenely: (n064)

[personal profile] keenely 2022-08-14 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ she's almost stone still as that quiet moment hangs between them, except that she can't stop the way her jaw clenches, or the way her bottom lip keeps threatening to pout. she's been wearing this expression too often lately, like there's a whimper right there behind it, along with a whole flood of emotions, barely contained. but she hasn't let it break yet, and the only time her stubborn need to not do this came close to being beat down was after she woke up from vecna's trance. when the initial shock that he actually let her go had passed, and steve was there, right there, letting her know she wasn't still trapped in her own head? that's when the dam started to crack. it was close. it would've been so easy, too easy, to curl up right there where he held her and cry until her head was pounding. but some part of her was convinced it would actually be easier to dodge that entirely. shut it down, blink away the blur of all that emotion rushing up, and hope that steve knew what she was trying to do, and why she had to do it. and mainly, wouldn't make it harder by asking something as insane as are you okay? she's convinced he must have known, or maybe even recognized it, because after they both took a moment to look up at the worried faces above them, he seemed to be just as determined to not let that dam break either. at the time, she didn't know if he was helping her keep it together, or if he needed the reminder, too.

although now that she's with him here, seeing that same look and hearing that same tone again, she's hit with another oh of realization that she's just going to- not worry about yet. not right now. but it means that when she feels that brush of his fingers against her cheek, she's leaning into it before she can stop herself. he says her name and she nods, quick, manages a quiet "yeah" before she has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep herself in check. and the first time around, when she came to on the floor of eddie's trailer, she was holding onto him before she could even process where she was and what actually just happened. but this time her hands end up sort of hovering between them at first, like she can't figure out if she wants to reach for his hand or touch his face or even just press her palm to his chest just to feel his heartbeat. she wants to do something, but she's too caught up in what feels a little bit like desperation.

pleaseberealineedyouherepleasebereal

she knows she should say something, she needs to give him more reassurance than just tipping her face so she can rub her cheek against his palm, but she can't do it. why the hell can't she ever just say something when she really wants to, and when she knows he needs to hear it? but... then she's taking a second to think about what he's saying, and how he's saying it, and her brow crinkles, but it's more just in confusion than any kind of doubt. because that... doesn't make sense, does it? they were just-

oh. oh. uh oh. oh no.

the way he's holding her should feel like too much, too quickly, but it doesn't. not at all. there's a split second of panic because he needs to be careful or all those nasty bites are going to open right back up and-! but... wow, that "split second" is quite literal, because a second later she's already curled up against his chest. her shoulders shift, because she wants to hug him back, keep him close, prove to him that she's real, and prove to herself that he is too, but those fucking bat bites require a moment of consideration. so with that in mind, her arms slip up over his shoulders, while she lifts up on her toes and tugs him down the rest of the way with a hand on the back of his neck, so she can tuck her face against his shoulder and hold on tight. ..okay, her face is closer to his neck than his shoulder, but she's calling it his shoulder.

how she manages not to drop every attempt she's making at keeping her emotions in check, right then and there, is honestly a miracle, but part of it is that what he said is just distracting enough to keep her from doing it. there's a part of her that wants to pull back, hold his face this time and ask him what he means, why he would say that when all three of them were together, right before she showed up here? but- y'know. maybe not yet. instead-
]

No, no, he didn't, he- It's okay. I'm okay, I promise. I'm right here. We're okay.
Edited 2022-08-14 06:57 (UTC)
midsommaring: (time i know)

Arrival

[personal profile] midsommaring 2022-08-14 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Dani cuts a rather strange figure herself, still dressed in her May Queen dress, flower crown clutched tightly in her fist. She moves slowly across the plaza, as if in a trance. But she does notice the man in the cowboy hat and blinks a few times before she answers. Or asks, rather.]

Why are you looking for a bar?
midsommaring: (wipe my eyes)

ii.

[personal profile] midsommaring 2022-08-14 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Her eyes stay trained on the wall rather than on the woman next to her. Horrified by the happenings of the play but unable to look away.

When she speaks, it's slowly. The words coming out almost slurred. Like she has to think hard before she says each one.]


My sister did this. Betrayed my parents. Killed them. It wasn't for the good of anybody. It just... was.

I haven't reached the forgiveness portion of grieving, yet. I'm still at denial, I think.
shurajodo: (⦁ 06 💀)

cw: drugs (forgot to cw my reply urgh)

[personal profile] shurajodo 2022-08-14 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
Ain't got much of that where I come from.

( Nope, not much in the way of drugs in Japan, year 21xx. Gara hasn't smoked it before. He's going for it either way. Why the fuck not.

Distracting he can do, he decides, although that depends again on what Eddie would call distracting. If Gara had to guess he'd say this guy likes at least similar hobbies, so he goes:
)

Aite. I got recordin' equipment and some music from back home.

( Vinyl is absolutely ancient in the year he comes from, but he has some of that. )

Plus my tattoo gun.

( And a Tanabata lights display. Lanterns and deer bones. )
midsommaring: (Default)

[personal profile] midsommaring 2022-08-14 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Dani watches the man walk into the mist and bounce back a few times before she finally steps closer, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder.] I tried for hours. I don't think we can go back the way we came.
shurajodo: (⦁ 02 💀)

[personal profile] shurajodo 2022-08-14 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
( He almost tells her to fuck off too, but the hand across his back is as comforting as it is strange.

No one touches him but Yuki; to have a hand on him is to get bit. Usually. He says nothing for a few moments, crying into his mask.

The notion of crying as catharsis is a foreign one, just as foreign as the responsibility she spoke of.
)

Peace?

( He rubs at his eyes. )

Naw. None'a that for me.
seaboard: (Default)

[personal profile] seaboard 2022-08-14 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ What a lonely soul. What a lonely, hopeless thing to say. To look at everyone weeping so, and only feel pathetic. To no doubt, feel that he himself was pathetic. ]

They are tears, they are part of us. There is no reason to give up and pass from this world just because we feel pain.

[ She eyes him, his lost, helplessly prone form. The tsk on her tongue did no one ever hold you? But clearly, clearly he has not learned these lessons. Somewhere between violence and fear. Her brows pinch. ]

Come, come here. I will not hurt you. I do not have the strength for that.

[ her hand lifts in offering. He will take it or he won't, she will force nothing. But the offer is open. ]
seaboard: (⌜𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚎⌟)

[personal profile] seaboard 2022-08-14 09:55 am (UTC)(link)
There is. There is for every soul that will seek it. You are as worthy as any other of that.

[ He does not push her away, and she keeps her hand steady on his shoulder, guiding him. ]

I promise it.
seaboard: (⌜𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎⌟)

[personal profile] seaboard 2022-08-14 10:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ It is a dreadful thing to hear. To go through. ]

Our minds will always rebel when we must face things. There is no shame in that.

[ Her hands smooth against her apron, as she watches those dancing figures. The dreadful music. ]

... Had she... had she gone mad?
midsommaring: (recognize my own face)

[personal profile] midsommaring 2022-08-14 10:47 am (UTC)(link)
cw: suicide mention

She'd always been... unwell. [That's the word they'd used for it. Oh you know Terri's been unwell, lately when she was manic, or her depression was bad again. Never wanting to say out loud what it was.]

She died, too. I guess in the end she betrayed herself, as well.
Edited 2022-08-14 11:03 (UTC)
shurajodo: (⦁ 02 💀)

[personal profile] shurajodo 2022-08-14 12:28 pm (UTC)(link)
( He's not sure what to say, brain and heart all a mess.

Shaking, he turns to her.
)

You're a Queen. You know death.

( He states this, waiting a beat before he continues. Peace, too, is a concept not meant for Gara Ukai.

There's no peace for anyone who knew and loved Kakeru Miyoshi; at least, not until he's found and alive. This is what he thinks, bright neon letters in his head. With no small measure of pain throbbing through him, he drinks in another breath.
)

But whaddya do with someone who's just ... gone.
navcav: (u may not recognize me)

[personal profile] navcav 2022-08-14 12:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ hey she's not here to judge anybody's choice of outfit, although it seems ill-advised to go around without polymer armor or at least fighting leathers-- but then, necros don't always wear that stuff! being more lightly dressed is their privilege, and also they're usually skinny little twigs that never developed a muscle in their entire lives.

probably the weird stuff he's wearing should have clued her in faster, but what does gideon know about fashion? she's been stuck in the ninth all her life, where the height of fashion was funerary wear and bone accessories and maybe some raggedy lace, if one was feeling adventurous.

she bites her lip anyway, worrying at the paint. could she really be alone here, after nineteen years of wishing harrow and all the rest of them (not you, aiglamene) would disappear? ]


Well, I'm supposed to be babysitting one under pain of death and dishonor if I fail, so I was kind of hoping someone had seen her round. On the other hand, if she wants to fuck off by herself in a strange and hostile environment, that is entirely her stupid privilege.

Is that food? Can I have some?
seaboard: (⌜𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎⌟)

[personal profile] seaboard 2022-08-14 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She meets his gaze evenly, watching his face, little as she can see it where he is hidden away. ]

Do you remember them?
iemoto: (02.)

The hidden wildcard option.

[personal profile] iemoto 2022-08-14 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Genjiro can’t say that he was the best at handling Gara’s outbursts, his anger, his… anything, really. But he can say he cares deeply for him and, though ill-equipped, he wants to be there.

Aside from the streets, post-theater, sequestered in a home that isn’t theirs, Genjiro does what he does best.

He makes tea. ]


Here. I know you don’t like the sweet stuff, but this should be grounding.

[ He sets down a pot and two full cups. Seated beside him. He takes his own cup into his hands. ]

We don’t have to talk about what happened.

[ He’d prefer it that way, actually. ]

But you do have to drink this. It’s at a premium.

[ A light laugh despite himself, an attempt to lift the mood — even a little. ]
shurajodo: (⦁ 01 💀)

[personal profile] shurajodo 2022-08-14 01:19 pm (UTC)(link)
... Yeah. Can't forget him.

( His voice tightens up, and the beats that pass are enough to make it clear he's searching, or at least that there's a lot on his mind. )

A goner's a goner. Don't wanna talk about this anymore, there's no point.

( As much as he tries to convince himself of this, it's a losing battle, one he faces often.

Thank fuck for the mask. There's something unnerving about this, though, and it occurs to him in a snap.
)

... Are my ... are my eyes red? The part that's usually white.

( He pulls his hood down, eyes unchanged and human and alive. )
shurajodo: (⦁ 06 💀)

o

[personal profile] shurajodo 2022-08-14 01:24 pm (UTC)(link)
( Gara prefers it that way too, surprising no one; he has an image to uphold. )

You gonna pour it down my throat if I don't?

( He takes the cup as he's bid, warmth seeping into his hands. )

Can't believe your tea shit actually showed up here. Did ya see the lanterns I made Chacha?

( His eyes focus, he looks at Gen, and he takes a sip. )
hasapoint: an old scarred woman considers (by Anna Akhmatova)

[personal profile] hasapoint 2022-08-14 01:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[She snorts and is a bit surprised at the sound and feel of it. Need's kept a few remainders of human gestures in her long time bound to her blade, 'snorting' and 'shrugging' and 'sighing' into peoples' heads long past the time when she stopped trying to draw breath or move. It feels very strange to have the biological, living basis of those gestures again.]

Hah. I don't -

[She falls silent, realizing there are two responses that came to mind at once and she can't just say them at the same time. Realizing also, and this is stranger, that she doesn't have to deflect or tell a half truth, she could lie and there'd be no sign.

Well, maybe. It can be obvious if someone's lying.]


I don't seem to have much else to do. Usually my 'weirdos' are female, at least partly.
laststoryteller: (Default)

01.

[personal profile] laststoryteller 2022-08-14 01:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yuki is never far behind, it seems — even a world apart. Behind indeed, he laughs at his words. ]

There you are, Gara.

[ He rests his chin on Gara’s shoulder, because he can, and he likes to remind him. ]

Have you been here long? Is Gen here as well?
seaboard: (⌜𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜⌟)

[personal profile] seaboard 2022-08-14 01:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She keeps meeting his eyes, regardless. The answer is given in a shake of her head. ]

Your eyes are white. As are mine, I am sure.

[ After the events of her life, her form never completely... snapped back. The price of using so much power, of being misused in the way she had been.

But - she wasn't thinking about what this empty city had taken from her. She cannot. Else she truly would never recover.
]

And no, as long as someone is remembered, no matter what happened, they are not gone. They are with you, always.
shurajodo: (⦁ 04 💀)

how dare you

[personal profile] shurajodo 2022-08-14 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
( Gara stiffens considerably at Yuki's sudden presence, but he relaxes quickly. He offers a pat to his head, half-assed. )

Ain't see him, if he is. Dunno how long it's been, probably less than an hour.

( Turning to face Yuki, he's grateful for him being here. Wherever 'here' is. Instead of showing it like a regular human, he bites his cheek. )

You been here longer? Don't go where I can't chase ya.