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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.

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[personal profile] daggerdagger 2022-08-16 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Now that Vax has a moment to breathe, he finds himself leaning against the wall, drawing in long, deep breaths. He doesn't remember the last time he's been so out of breath. ]

No, she most certainly does not. I have learned enough times by now not to trust anyone except for the company I usually keep. [ He pauses as he realizes how ridiculous that sounds when he is talking to a complete stranger, and yet? Dorian did offer him a momentary solitude, so an alliance, even temporary, does seem to be in order. ]

Nothing else, just yet. Which is good, as I do not seem to have my usual array of daggers at my command, which is simply a travesty.
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[personal profile] pilgrimages 2022-08-16 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she sucks a sharp breath, anyway, when a hand finds her shoulder. his words might not be startling, but his presence is. and it's not really about the surprise, per se, so much as the fact that it means he's now in danger of astra too.

guilt wells up in juna's chest, flooding her lungs, sputtering her breath when she first tries to draw it.
] Me? [ confused. ] You shouldn't have come out here.

[ she's a mess. a bane on every life she touches. but his life being at risk is easier to defend than her own, a more worthy cause to work herself up to, so she grabs onto his shoulder in turn and starts to rise, drawing him up with her. ]

We can't outrun it. [ pessimism isn't perhaps her most flattering trait, but she can't help it. he needs to know how hopeless it is. she should know just how powerful astra is. ]
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[personal profile] navcav 2022-08-17 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
Well, you said you were magic. Had magic. One of those two things.

[ gideon demonstrating her vast intellect, here. she has yet to run into any necromancers at all in this place, and yet she still insists on asking every stranger if they might be one.

it has yet to occur to her that people here might be anti-necro, just like the heathens back home. ]


Oh, do you not call it that? I guess the technical term is thanergy and thalergy manipulation, or something?
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[personal profile] somatosensory 2022-08-17 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
No idea.

( but whatever it is, it's nasty.

frankly, he'd be fascinated under different circumstances. a controlled setting where he didn't also have to wrangle the subject of interest like an unruly toddler. somewhere he could take his time peeling apart the layers of skin and muscles, really get a look at what makes it tick.

as it stands, he's going for expediency over elegance. the knife catching on the metal of the collar a few times before he decides fuck it and goes for whatever he can reach.

juna should probably take a step back. )


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[personal profile] lachtara 2022-08-17 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ With tattoos all over. Suppose that could be distinguishing enough. ]

I've arrived within the last day.

[ He shakes his head. ]

This doesn't seem like a place for such pleasantries. Perhaps we should continue this conversation inside?
Edited 2022-08-17 00:22 (UTC)
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[personal profile] pilgrimages 2022-08-17 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ she's just figuring out what is going on when the clang clang clang turns to a snikt. more blood on her dress. loose splatters. it runs across the paving stones beneath them.

she wouldn't have been quick enough to back away in time anyway. not with her leg like it is. she wipes at blood on her cheek, but her hands are bloody too, so it just smears. blood over more blood.
]

I've seen animals go mad. This is something else.
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[personal profile] navcav 2022-08-17 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's okay bruh probably they stop creating dander when they're dead. probably. actually who knows.

she hefts her longsword up on her shoulder like a lumberjack shouldering an axe. all in a day's work! but she's frowning, unsettled. ]


Oh no, I don't want anything bigger than this coming at me. [ some of those shapes in the fog had been familiar, and that is Extremely Bad. ] And I really don't like the idea of constructs that know how to wait.
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[personal profile] seaboard 2022-08-17 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ The part that would always be his little sister, that would always remember him at his best - it still weeps as that image is torn apart. That begs please, it is all we have left.

Even as the rest of her - it knows that it is better it is gone. All of it. She will bury the last of Godfinn's dreadful legacy upon the world.
]

If only he were so cruel. It would all be easier if villains always seemed as villains.
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[personal profile] relentlessfire 2022-08-17 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, this is a good sign of Not Okay.]

Can we start with where you're going? Where are you going, do you know some people in this town, or...?
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[personal profile] relentlessfire 2022-08-17 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
[He flinches back from her at that, as though concerned about being hit.]

I mean, yeah? Probably? It's not like I've got any more answers for you than anyone else. We're all just playing some sick waiting game for now.
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[personal profile] isola 2022-08-17 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
{ He has no proper answer. Will has been in places he shouldn’t have been in before. He’s unphased by that, but not by the creature nearby. It’s confusing, more than he’s ever had to deal with, more than when his mind splits. He stays silent for a moment, looks around to the desolate streets, and then back to the creature as it stares back with its marble-like features.

Insanity, he thinks.

They don’t have much time, and all he has is a measly linoleum knife that he’s now holding in one hand. }


It doesn’t mean we can’t try. I don’t think you’re the only one being hunted.

{ If hunted is even the proper word. He’s had the inkling, his aversion to an ingrained and indescribable empathy is hard to ignore. It’s why he stays out of sight much as he can. His whole body is tense, but Will is determined not to die. Not like this. }
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[personal profile] cheerleader 2022-08-17 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
We don't really have a choice. [The sound of the growling makes the back on the back of her neck stand, and Chrissy gulps as she reaches back to try and smooth it down.]

Do we?

[No, of course they don't. Their choice is to stay here and probably die, or to run and make it back someplace safe. The fog makes navigating nearly impossible, but Chrissy decides to just take a chance. She quietly begins to hurry off toward the right, pulling Jackie along with her.]
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[personal profile] isola 2022-08-17 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
{ Trying to put myself in their shoes is what catches his attention, enough that he’s glancing over once again. The first he can tell as he listens is that Dani is deeply trusting. He can’t foretell the same on his own. It’s far too personal than he wants to peer into, but sometimes it jumps out. All it takes is someone lightly letting the door ajar. }

You’re resilient. Did you learn anything, in being May Queen? They made you part of them…

{ It’s still too close. The reconstructing is what’s the hardest part. His next words slip without thought. He’s usually prudent, but something about the place has stumbled him as if he were an agent first starting at Quantico. It threatens to be overwhelming. }

What did they take from you, Dani?
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[personal profile] seaboard 2022-08-17 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ He was at least listening, some, now. Not shoving her away. That was good. A start. A start to guiding him at least somewhere less potentially damaging to himself - and all of them around him, no doubt. She keeps her hand there, there are no claws, no tight grip, just a steady pressure as he rages and rebels. Meets it, steady and without pause in return. Let him spit and snarl and give no reaction.

Until she is sure he won't move, and she steps more squarely and moves to cup his jaw to look at her, directly. She is not so much older than him, all told. But the pinch there of her own wounds, tight in the corner of her lips, beginning to wear in the corner of her eyes. Queen and Mother. A helplessly lost girl that was given too much, too young, and the woman that now knew her own power in its pain and triumph.
]

So do not be. Breathe. Breathe and know this pain. It is yours. Yours alone. [ She does not let him break away from her, seeking his gaze to press the words deeply. ] If this is all as you fear, then you must know it. The Great Warriors know their pain better than their own skin.
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[personal profile] isola 2022-08-17 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
{ The shadow puppets restart their dance, repetitive, doomed to be strung by someone else’s song. Now that he thinks about it, he can’t find any actual song, only the silence and what he does hear makes his mouth dry. It’s nothing, as if the actual manifestation of it is knocking at his door. Then, he notes there is an actual knock, one that pulls him away from his revolving thoughts. Some days he can’t catch up to them.

His smile is back to being weak, tight lipped. It barely touches his eyes. }


I’m not from around here. But, even I can’t deny there’s more here than the reality I’ve known. { Beyond. He knows science, facts, and cold criminal cases that cement what humanity is capable of doing — cruelty beyond. Demons, magic, and everything else is too fantastical for him. He doesn’t believe in a god, but even now he has questions. He clears his throat, overriding one of the shadow puppets knocking into one another. }

Fix people, { he repeats. } Dies again? What are you implying, Abby?

{ He’s not trying to be rude. The distress has reached him in a faint wave. Ignoring it is not an option right now. }
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[personal profile] baron_badass 2022-08-17 01:25 am (UTC)(link)

Professional curiosity...

[His accent is clearly upper class, but it's not clear what accent he's using. It sounds British, but it's not. He removes his hand from his holster.]

I've never seen a gun like that before.

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[personal profile] cheerleader 2022-08-17 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
[He's not the only one terrified this is all a part of Vecna's game. She has no idea why he wants her, apart from the fact she's apparently an easy target. The movies had it right all this time. Cheerleaders are really easy prey. Especially ones with as many issues as she has. She spends her time here half afraid he'll show up and kill her again, and half afraid that he won't and everything else will disappear and she'll be left here alone.

Which makes grabbing hold of Eddie's hand bittersweet. She's grateful to have a friend here, especially one that's able to put her at ease the way he does. But she also doesn't want to drag him into any more of her messes. And this whole place?

It's a huge mess.

Her heart is pounding, and she has to press a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound of her panting as she tries to catch her breath. But she's quick to help him shove the shelf, and the second he suggests the back room she's nodding and hurrying through the store.
]

We need a minute to catch our breath. We can't —

[Ah, but then she spots it. A door to the back. She darts back over to Eddie and grabs his hand, tugging him behind her as she makes a beeline for that back room.

They could be sitting ducks here. But she goes inside and immediately begins to start shoving the wall shelf up against the door. She'd rather be trapped in here with no way in or out than leave the door unblocked.
]

Maybe that will keep them away for a while.

[It's said as she slides down the wall to sit on the floor. She's exhausted.]
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[personal profile] baron_badass 2022-08-17 01:29 am (UTC)(link)

Percival De Rolo...pleasure.

[The young man smiles making no move to appear dangerous. He stays where he is.]

I was curious that's all...it's in my nature.

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[personal profile] baron_badass 2022-08-17 01:32 am (UTC)(link)

Sadly no, I do have anothe weapon but it's a bit smaller.

[Percy wishes he had Bad News, but the gun was too large and creating another one would take time. He considers the other man.]

Can you shoot well?

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[personal profile] 37stitches 2022-08-17 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
The world is - strange, [ Abby murmurs. It's something his uncle used to say. He thinks his father said it too, but that memory is fuzzy. All the edges sanded off, the color warped. It might not be real. Maybe he dreamt it up. But this -

This is real, with Jenny in his arms and these words out in the air. This is real and there is consequence to the things they say. ]


I can - mhmm. Heal. [ He waves his hand absently, eyes down. The beads on his bracelets click - knucklebone, and glass. ] If you got hurt, I could -

[ Do something. Maybe. ]

Or make things. I made her. She wasn't - she just wanted some more time, you know?
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Re: 2.

[personal profile] baron_badass 2022-08-17 01:35 am (UTC)(link)

[ Percy struggles to gather himself but his eyes are still glistening with tears as he looks over.]

I don't know...it's a long story.

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[personal profile] baron_badass 2022-08-17 01:38 am (UTC)(link)

[Percy looks horrified for a moment and not at the creature but at the idea of having someone else touching his gun.]

Can you shoot?

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[personal profile] midsommaring 2022-08-17 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Dani's face crumples, her eyes welling up with tears. She tries to breathe but it comes out odd. A sharp exhale and quick inhale. ho-ah. She repeats that a few times, tipping her chin up to try and hold back tears.]

I had already lost everything. There wasn't much left for them to take.
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[personal profile] midsommaring 2022-08-17 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
I was just... [She looks around her and shakes her head a little.] I don't know anyone. I wasn't going anywhere.
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[personal profile] mercedis 2022-08-17 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
( the gender...binary? a classy...bitch?

he's trying to follow, but the way this person talks--in the excited way that they talk, like they're the kind of person that gets along with everyone, the kind of person that's friendly and good at parties, the kind of person he absolutely is not--makes his head spin a little. he can at least grasp a few things that he can try to make sense of: swords, and learning the rapier.

like always, he's left to find the pieces of his social awareness by sticking to the very little he knows about; and, like always, it just makes him realize how terrible he is at socializing at all.

the stranger has got a nice looking sword, though. at least, from what he can see. )


Right. ( both of his arms shift, bracing to cross against his chest. ) You know how to handle yourself, then.

( better that than someone who might slow him down. he decides to risk it, and continues on: )

You...Did you find things? Here. In...Wherever you slept. Clothes, photos, anything from home...