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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!
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waking up to a nightmare

[personal profile] babysitters 2022-08-15 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
( well, good news, Aerith, he's got an easy answer to that question. Steve is armed and ready for danger, a little bloody and bruised like perhaps he's already found some. he's got a nailed bat in one hand and looks entirely too ready to swing it, depending on what slammed through the door. but it only takes as long as identifying the face of a girl, that his shoulders relax and his readied stance settles. just a little.

not a lot, maybe. because who knows what was chasing her? but at least a little. less active threat incoming and more on edge that it might show up soon.
)

I don't. I don't want to hurt you. I promise. ( anyone that looks vaguely human and has enough sense of mind to want to avoid violence, Steve has no intention of fighting. he's had to fight human beings before. these days he won't do it for pride, mostly because there aren't any other options. fight, or stand back and watch someone else get hurt. that wasn't an option for Steve, so it's not like he regrets squaring up with Billy. knocking out that Russian. but it's not something he liked doing, either, and he won't do it just for sport, just for the thrill.

Steve hastily stumbles closer to join her at the door, worried from how she busted into it that something might break it down after her. there's nothing at the entrances to the apartment to barricade the door, so probably it's not in their best interest to stick around long.
) What is it? More of those damn dogs? ( is it bizarre or what, that he wishes it were the dogs? the things he's seen lately, he'd rather deal with the monster dogs. )
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Nightmares

[personal profile] baron_badass 2022-08-15 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Percy would never admitted to anyone how terrified he was when he first saw Silas Briarwood after arriving here. He'd only ever wanted to put his past behind him. But here he was backing away from one of his worst nightmares as he held Pepperbox in front of him. Because he's focused on the Monstrosity in front of him it takes the young man a second to realize he's being spoken to. He holds up his gun and snaps]

Does it look like I'm sitting on my ass?
hasapoint: annoyed and amused (It is such pain and yet such ecstasy)

I imprinted on her as a teen and came back in my thirties to find I still love Need

[personal profile] hasapoint 2022-08-15 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[That does help. Need's gone long enough without facial expressions that mostly they don't really come naturally to her now but she does take a moment to consider and come to some grim conclusions. She's not going to set herself on any of them, not having enough information. Besides, as the Valdemarans say there is no one true way.

But there sure are some implications there and she would like to get this child parted from her origins all right.]


I see.

Well. If I'm any example, anyone here is stripped of their magic. Would that make things difficult for her?
Edited 2022-08-15 02:15 (UTC)
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[personal profile] sunmon 2022-08-15 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ they slip into the fog, and she's left alone, and somehow that's worse. the fog feels dense, weighing down on her shoulders. alina folds her arm around herself, curling in, defending. waffling between pursuit and flight.

she turns on her heels, makes for the shop nearby. her hands grope against the wall, helping her around the back. she'd seen trash cans piled; they weren't ideal, but they'd be high enough, surely. maybe she could even get to the roof.
]
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[personal profile] sunmon 2022-08-15 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
Run first. Talk later.

[ she hauls off after him, not even flinching as he goes for her wrist, tugging her along. this is natural. easy. this haphazard scrambling is somehow familiar to her, like having a partner in crime back after a long time.

mal. he's filling a space that she'd lost when she lost mal. she tries not to think about that. tries not to think about the way that this is too familiar, fleeing volcra and scrambling, how it had been the last time she'd seen him. how he'd looked when the volcra was trying to kill him.

she goes for the window, rattles it. it won't budge, so she goes for the latch instead, but it's too late. the volcra dives in for them, shrieking, and the demo-bat whips its tail around her wrist to yank her wrist away, hauling her into the dresser by the wall, away from the window and its latch.
]
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Arrival

[personal profile] baron_badass 2022-08-15 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
Yes shaking that staff will make it work better.

[The voice comes from behind Hunter and if he turns around he'll see a young man leaning against one of the shop walls looking amused. He's about six feet tall and dressed like a gentleman pirate with a long blue and gold coat, boots, a white shirt with a dark waistcoat and dark pants. His hair is pure white and his eyes are covered by gold rimmed glasses

[The coat is flipped open to reveal a holster with an odd looking contraption settled inside it. The man tilts his head watching Hunter with an unreadable expression.]

But by all means continue...
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time for a gelato break!

[personal profile] guitarpicks 2022-08-15 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ eddie's not doing so hot, that must be going around. in the last week's time he hasn't really figured out what's going on. logically, at least.

the last thing he remembers before he ended up here, wherever this is, is steve harrington telling him and henderson not to be heroes. then he's here, not sure at what point he got vecna'd or what the point of a beachside vacation is when upside down hawkins is more of a mind-fuck.

then again, eddie's figured out that even his most twisted of d&d campaigns don't exactly compare to the mind of an actual maniac who wants to destroy the world. go figure.

he's strolling down the street, not exactly dressed for a beachside town excursion but in a pair of ripped black jeans and a band t-shirt because there's comfort in the familiar. there's a gelato cart nearby and he means to swing by, try some out to see if it'll do anything like fuck him up because everything here seems too good for there not to be a catch, when his eyes fall on someone very familiar sitting and eating gelato from a large bowl. a someone he knows, not well, granted but who he saw moments before--- ]
Wheeler??? [ he gapes, stares for a moment, because how the hell did he not see her before this?

then again, new characters keep popping up and eddie hasn't seen everything yet. he doesn't think, at least, but he's also been doing what he does best and hiding out. he kinda of makes a bee line over toward her. ]
Nancy, is that you??? [ just double checking because last he'd seen her, she'd been heading off to do something much more useful than him and does it mean they both failed if they're here? how fucked are they here? ]
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into the fog

[personal profile] babysitters 2022-08-15 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
( it was bound to happen, you know? shit going down. shit going straight ugly. they've made it weeks with relative silence, sunshine, and salt in the air. and not to be negative, but Steve did sort of figure it was just gonna go south sooner or later. he isn't ecstatic to be so entirely right about things, because when it comes down to it murder dogs running the streets isn't great.

it's a relief to get past the facade of quiet, though. at least this he knows, as insane as it is.

they should have made rules. what they'd do if things went tits up. where they'd meet. smart stuff like that. keeping tabs on each other just isn't enough when things go really, really bad. Steve has already tried to catch up with Eddie at the place he's taken over, to no avail. he's a little mad, like, if things are bad, stay in one place! it's common goddamn sense, Munson! but, you know, fine. he wasn't going to give up until he finds the guy, Dustin wouldn't forgive him for letting something happen to Eddie at an evil abandoned beach.

luckily Eddie has a favorite phrase, when he's this close to hysterical. and Jesus H. Christ carries, especially in this empty goddamn ghost town.

Steve tries the door. it's locked. that's reasonable. Steve tries it again, more angrily this time, and then pounds on the door with open palms.
) What the fuck, Munson! Open the goddamn door! ( said as loudly as a feverish whisper can be, because remember, there's evil goddamn dogs out here. it's just... okay, he's ... Steve is madder than he thought, about Eddie not staying in a place he'd be easily found if the world was flip on its head. that's as close to a hello as Eddie is gonna get. why are is he in this random ass house??? ) Open this damn door, I know you're in there!
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Light and Sound

[personal profile] 37stitches 2022-08-15 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ The story is different every time, just a little, and Abby stares at the projection. Trying to understand, to catch all of it. There's power in repetition. In weaving a pattern, in perfecting the knots. Abby wishes he had some thread to try and braid some of his own, but his power feels dead in this place. It won't respond, no matter how tightly he tries to grasp it. But Jenny - Jenny's here, one creation of his made flesh and bone and alive. So, that's something.

He stays hunched over, the cat clutched to his chest. Rocking a little, watching the play. Trying to understand. It's different every time and he's thinking about his uncle, and resurrection magic, and dead things lying disturbed in the earth. All the ways that Abby tried to put them back together and how they came back wrong and sobbing.

He shivers, and Jenny curls her tail around his wrist. There's another man - calm now, or at least quieter. He wasn't earlier. He's tall, like Abby's uncle. Hair long and braided like his too, though probably not for the same reason.

Abby keeps his eyes down. ]


N - mhmm. Nassau?
navcav: (this bitch is hard to impress)

[personal profile] navcav 2022-08-15 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ gideon doesn't even think it's weird he's lapping at the iced cream, she still thinks that when you're really hungry your hands are more efficient than any cutlery in the 'shovel the most nutrients into mouth hole as fast possible' arena. ]

Oh you're like a creche attendant. For other kids. I get it. That's still impressive! I couldn't be a creche attendant, I wouldn't even know what to do.

[ alright ok gideons are learning animals, she is just going to watch and copy exactly what steve's doing to eat the iced cream, picking out a different tub. she sniffs it suspiciously first, but it just smells cold. ]

Never heard of a 'deeandee,' but you got it, yep. Escort the necro, jump when she says jump, fight when she says fight-- maybe fight a little when she doesn't say fight, if you can get away with it, try not to strangle her in her sleep.

It's a wire or a cord you put around somebody's neck to kill 'em. Some cavs like to fight with a chain, it'll do the same trick. [ she gestures vaguely with the hand not holding the tub. ] Put a gorget on next time, you'll be fine.

[ and she takes her first taste of iced cream, and holy shit, this is amazing, this is eleven discovering eggos. excuse her while she zones out for a full minute just stuffing her face and making mmmm! mmMMM! noises and then dissolves into mewls of pain when the inevitable brain freeze hits ]

You didn't say iced cream was vengeful, [ she moans, clawing at her face. ] It hates me for eating it! What kind of food hates you for eating it?
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Nightmare

[personal profile] baron_badass 2022-08-15 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Percy looks over at the man who had called to him and takes a moment to look offended, which is a decent feat given he looks wrung out and is clutching his right shoulder which appears to be bleeding. Apparently attacking his Manifestation, which would look to any one like a tall dark haired man with a fine suit of clothes and a hole in his head. Percy rolls his eyes and holds up a gun with a large barrel.]

What do you think did that?

[He yells over nodding at the man with the hole.]
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[personal profile] guitarpicks 2022-08-15 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ eddie's not a fighter at all but he's smart enough, now -- after the dogs -- to keep the spear that appeared with him by the bed. he manages to get the window open right as alina's grabbed, spins around and swears because it's a fucking bat.

of course it is.

fucking stuff of nightmares, those things. he wonders if it means vecna is here, if the hive mind is growing closer. eddie's supposed to be bait so, hey, maybe in this fucked up world it's just that.

which. not important. he scrambles for the spear, grabs it and swings the sharp edge toward the demo-bats tail and, miracles can happen, manages to get it in one go but keeps chopping. which gives the volcra time to screech, reach out and catch his foot with it's talon to knock him down. ]
Holy fuck!
chaz: (ten of the crew had the murder mark)

[personal profile] chaz 2022-08-15 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[he looks over, properly clocking the stranger sitting next to him for the first time. holding a cat, which seems weird for a reason he can't place, until he realizes it's the first normal-looking animal he's seen since he got here.

any other time he might say something rude or try and intimidate the man into putting space between them. but it feels easy to talk to strangers right this second. even strangers who clearly aren't tracking his logic.]


It's a town. And a kingdom. Chews people up, spits them out... forces you to make impossible choices. [he nods toward the shadows that are eating each other.] Like that.
chaz: (and the soggy skies)

[personal profile] chaz 2022-08-15 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
[all right, fuckin' fair enough. it's a nice-looking gun, and unlike the one he had to toss after firing, it looks like it might be easier to reload.]

You got any more where that came from?
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awww! i've been doing rereads since i heard the news about the vanyel series

[personal profile] navcav 2022-08-15 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ gideon would also love to be parted with her origins, please and thank you.

her eyes go wide for a second, and then instantly narrow with malicious calculation, although not aimed in need's direction. harrow, without access to her necromantic abilities...

a terrible bugs bunny smile spreads over gideon's face. ]


Would it? Would it? Lady, it's not even my birthday and somehow you've managed to give me the best present ever. Without her powers... I could punch that little shit right in her little shit eye. I could sit on her like a seat cushion while I read a magazine. I could, I could hold her down in the fountain and wash her face for her--

[ it honestly takes her a whole minute to blink and come back to what is probably the more important part of that statement. ]

Wait, did you say you're magic?
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[personal profile] 37stitches 2022-08-15 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Oh...

[ Abby rocks a little, turning the words over in his mind. Thinking about how the story played out with shadow and light. How he'd been thinking about his uncle and legacy and fate braided together, one strand at a time. But legacy can be a place too, can't it?

Two things can be true at once, his uncle used to say. Even contradictory things. Understand that, and you'll know the face of our power.

He smooths his hand down Jenny's back, feeling her fur ruffle against his fingers. ]


Your - place? [ he guesses, his voice soft. Jenny noses at his bracelets, sniffing the beads - some of them carved from knucklebones. Others made from glass. ] I know, mmhm. Places like that. They build things. People.

[ Not always good things. Jenny flicks her ears back, watching the other man. ]

This is building - something. I think. Or dredging it it.

[ He winces, wiping at his eyes. ]

Bringing up too many bad memories. Sorry. That doesn't make sense, does it?
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[personal profile] accredit 2022-08-15 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's nice to see some of the tension relieved at his comment. he's always believed a smile or some degree of good humor was imperative even on the battlefield. while the stakes of this situation are (arguably) not as severe, it's still not a bad thing to approach it with a same ideology as always. or so, achilles was firm on believing it.

whether it's the right choice or not, he supposed only time would tell. all the same, he was completely honest in his intentions of helping the young lady.

as for the how... well, he'd have to figure that out.
] Thanks for your vote of confidence. Think that'll just be enough to keep me fired up. [ even if the task seemed sort of more mundane than he was used to. ]

West, right? [ he seems to be confirming more with himself. with that, he he takes a light jog in their direction. with a loud whistle, he attempts to capture their attention as he moves as planned. despite his calls for attention, there are still naturally some dogs who approach, but straggle behind, but he supposed with the both of them at work, they would figure something out. now that he's a fair distance, he yells: ] How's this!?

[ at times like this, the telepathic link of being a servant probably helped... ]
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[personal profile] distastes 2022-08-15 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ in the moment wu yu's heels lift from the ground, that his footsteps echo off the too-empty plaza towards him, bu chonghua's heart lifts. his anxieties take shape in his knowledgeable heart, sharpened from their uneasy ambience: he is terrified of wu yu vanishing before his very eyes. many times, he has. to the howls of dogs and the scent of ash and gasoline, through the night, through time, pulling him from the burning buildings, ghosting past concrete, past rebar, conquering heights, depths, and the dead of winter.

this improbable place has let him ruminate too long on what is possible and what is not. what he would not have thought possible — to be here in a different country, snatched away from the abyssal maw of shark's desperation... alive, but also alone... letting himself be awash in those truths had kept him from what he knows.

no, there would never be another way for it to go.

in that thunderous, airless space between awake and sleep, when he'd opened his eyes to stars and love and shape of the infinity they had walked to end up back at the place where the roads intersected, bu chonghua had already made his decision.

carried it with him for many years.

I will go where you go.

their distance is so little in comparison to the one that lives in him like embers beneath charred wood that bu chonghua only needs to reach out when he's close enough. it takes a single step of his own to throw his arms around his wet body, lifting him into an embrace that forces him to surrender his weight and clutching at him like they're still in danger of drowning. it saturates his senses, the feel of his tension and the scent of churning water on his skin. the night is warm but wu yu is cold, and bu chonghua squeezes him tight, unwilling to tolerate it, to swallow back the idea that there can be distance between them.

with his face buried against his neck, he breathes after what feels like forever, the sound of it wracked in his throat. he presses a fortifying kiss to his chilly skin, one and then another, like he'd warm him inch by precious inch if he had to. his brows knit, the weight of his gratitude like a soothing shroud.

he mouths the words on him, laying them into skin and muscle so they might carry to his heart.
]

I came to get you.

[ as if this was the only certain thing since he awoke on the cobblestones. ]
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[personal profile] accredit 2022-08-15 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ honestly, the whole play thing didn't interest him very much. it isn't that he didn't have an appreciation in the arts as that in itself would have been an insult to his own culture, but that it sort of reminded him os shakespeare and all his drama. it isn't that he didn't like the guy, either, it's just as a warrior, the level of respect he had for it was just different. so he approaches the play with the same reservations...

except, hm. not bad, not good, but it definitely does leave a weird almost eerie sensation? it's why he does study it more than once. but, while he's in the midst of trying to piece out what the hell he just witnessed, he hear a sob break out??

there's obvious confusion on his face, before an almost uneasy smile back.
] Uh, you okay? [ wait, obviously not?? after a pause, he clears his throat. ]

Should I lend you a shoulder?
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[personal profile] distastes 2022-08-15 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ a concentrated smile appears on his face. ]

I agree. And by that definition, I have seen some. Just not yours.

[ so he assumes, if the mention of ambient sobs and screams befitting of cautionary tales are any indicator — much less metaphor than memory. that and it's not lost on him how the man opposite him rends even in casual situations; it sticks to the insides of his ribs, heavy. luckily, his focus diverts. ]

He's no monster.
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[personal profile] cheerleader 2022-08-15 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Chrissy's incredibly glad it's a girl close to her own age. It makes holding hands and running easier, even if the fog itself makes running anywhere hard. There's something about having a hand to hold when you're terrified that makes everything feel just a little bit better.]

Do you have any idea what's going on?

[Because she really doesn't. And this all is a lot to deal with. So much that she really isn't processing any of it. She just knows to run and keep moving.]

Because we can't run forever. I'm already getting tired.
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[personal profile] keenely 2022-08-15 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ once steve starts to move, nancy only manages to settle flat on her feet at first, then pulls her hands away one at a time, too. hesitant, yeah. and maybe slightly awkward. they could not be more grimy than they are now, but it's only once she's taking a small step back that she feels a little sheepish for it. especially since she managed to dirty up that brand new shirt he's half caught in. oops. she lifts a hand, but- ( what, nance? are you going to help him into it now, now that it's just as gross as your clothes? or help him out of it? which is worse? what's the plan? ) ultimately it just stays there for a second before she drops it again, yep.

he apologizes, but she just shakes her head, gives him a quick smile. it's cool. apologies are completely unnecessary because there's nothing to worry about here. nothing happened that caused her ability to- brain properly, go a little wonky for a minute. there's no emotional dam that's emotionally breaking apart. she's not replaying the last few minutes of her time in the upside down, over and over in her mind, trying trying to figure out what the hell could have wrong, how vecna was able to ring that 4th chime, and if that means that max is really- no. no. no.

she's just pondering the realization that she would do just about anything for another somewhat desperate and somewhat slimy hug from her shirtless ex-boyfriend, because she's so damn tired of pretending the last few days haven't been really, really hard. or that she isn't really, truly, bone-deep exhausted. or that she hasn't really, really needed a hug that was just like that, except maybe two hours longer. that's all.

... well, like. okay, listen, the shirtless part isn't necessary. that's not the point! the point is that it's harder to pull herself together than it usually is this time, and there's a split second where she's worried that it might become a problem ( and by that she means she's worried she's about to burst into tears ), but steve saves her ( again ) by asking her those questions.

with the way nancy's mind works, he could have been asking her just about anything and she'd find a way to distract herself with it. she's the champion of dodging her emotions in favor of, oh, any old random curiosity wandering by. she will take that opportunity to redirect her focus, thank you very much-!
]

This can't be him, there's no way. [ she blinks a couple times, shakes her head again. her brain's rebooting, thank god. ] No. Not both of us, at least, not after- [ her brow furrows, eyes searching his face for a moment, drop down for another, and then up meet his again ] Hey, what... happened to your shirt? [ she cracks a small smile, huffs. she knows it might be a ridiculous question, but not really! not if he just showed up here the same way she did. ] And your shoes?
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[personal profile] guitarpicks 2022-08-15 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ the thing about eddie is that he runs. he's more of a tuck tail and speed away sort of guy, as he's learned about himself. sure, he was set on protecting henderson with everything he had, no matter what it took, and wouldn't have turned tail if dustin were here but--- but he isn't here. so logic serves that running is the better idea. or something. anyway, this time, it's not so much running away from his own home and a horribly traumatizing event taking place there as much as out at the wrong time as things went to shit and needing cover.

eddie's still digging through a drawer because he didn't bring his spear along. he finds a butcher knife which is a lot more close up and personal than he'd like but whatever, man, it'll do. he jumps as he hears pounding on the door, drops the knife with a loud 'clang' that probably does nothing to not draw dogs closer.]
Shit!

[ except then harrington keeps pounding and that's probably not good for that either. which, shit, harrington is locked out there. eddie wonders how the guy found him when he's not sure exactly where he is. harrington seems like a bloodhound when it comes to people he knows being in danger which is weird but oddly useful in this case.

eddie forgets the knife and runs to the door, hands shaking because jesus christ this is upside down level bullshit. ]
Hold your fucking horses, Harrington! I'm-- I need to unlock it. [ which was easier to do without the pounding on the door and before the adrenaline of running wore off. luckily, eddie's asthma hasn't kicked in.

he manages to unlatch the deadbolt and gets the lock undone, swings the door open and reaches out to grab whatever shirt steve's swearing to pull him inside as if steve's the one lagging behind and staying out with the demon dogs on purpose. ]
Get in. [ he slams the door behind steve, once he's inside, and quickly locks and bolts it again before leaning against it, out of breath and still on the edge of hysteria. ] What the fuck, man. How did you find me? [ how can someone sound somewhat hysterical and awed at the same time? special skills, man. ]
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[personal profile] accredit 2022-08-15 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ getting "settled" doesn't exactly sound right in the context of this place. if just for the clear and inarguable fact that nothing was settling about this peculiar land. as a servant, he's always run the potential of being summoned to any time and place— and while the people of the modern world would argue that the world of the past was strange, dangerous, and inconvenient, well. this was carried its own breed of oddities for sure.

but, it isn't like achilles wouldn't and hasn't adapted. he's done his fair share of exploring, as well procuring things here and there, but it doesn't make it any less unnerving. it's in this process that his eyes meet with a stranger's and oddly enough, he's speaking pretty candidly.

he supposed you had to admire the guts and endurance of some guys. but, achilles himself wasn't opposed to sharing some of that grit. with an easygoing smile he gives a shrug.
] Yeah, that's not a bad offer. Appreciate it! [ ... and with his lack of powers, he is finding himself kind of famished.

still, as he sits down, he does ponder on his next line of inquiry.
] That, huh? [ ... ] If you're asking if I like it, I'd have to say not really. [ but, with that said, he's kind of curious to hear what the other man had to say about it. ]
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[personal profile] cheerleader 2022-08-15 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Chrissy's incredibly glad that the intruder is a woman that only looks like a handful of years older than she is. She seems friendly, and that puts Chrissy at ease, a smile forming as she shrugs her shoulders.]

Oh, it's really creepy to have them waiting here for me.

[So kind of off is a good description. Kind of really off, actually. It puts Chrissy on edge, because how can any of this be possible? How is it real?]

Whatever this place is, I think that picture is a sign we can't trust it.

[Which is probably stating the obvious here. But she feels like it needs to be said. She's not a paranoid person in general, or at least she tries not to be. The hairs on the back of her neck are still standing up though. A hand presses back against them to try and get them to stop tingling and making her feel on edge.]