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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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[personal profile] guitarpicks 2022-08-17 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ light floods the room and eddie's not sure he's been grateful for it. he'd been dragged on his side, toward the door where demo-bats shriek in the distance and draw closer.

but the other thing is gone, screams and screeches before it scrambles away.

eddie wonders how long the light will hold before it flickers and it's their luck that that thought has it doing just that, puttering out slowly. ]
Fuck.

That thing will come back. We can't stay here. [ not with the bed soaked in blood, not with the thing knowing where they are. ] What the fuck was that? [ he asks, pushing himself up as if his own faceless creature was any less terrifying. ]
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[personal profile] octaplicitous 2022-08-17 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Azul would like to disagree with that sentiment, but the thing is, he's missing his magic, and so he can't, because there's no way he can just go find the person who was able to transport so many people to a completely different location and, what, fist fight them?

No thanks.

So he hesitates, and then nods.]


...You're right. I doubt it will be that easy... but if we band together with everyone else who was brought here, we may have more of a chance.

[Speaking of...]

I'm Azul Ashengrotto, by the way. And you are...?
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[personal profile] octaplicitous 2022-08-17 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
[He's just going to ignore Hunter's completely incorrect jab.]

But the question is, why? And how do they even have access to these? Some of them are pictures I'm fairly certain I never even took.

[Because the idea of actually posing for a picture with the rest of his school class actually makes his head ache, so he has no idea where that one came from.]
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[personal profile] guitarpicks 2022-08-17 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe. [ eddie's not that optimistic, it's not in his nature. a part of him wants to be, thinks the plan they had back home could work, but this seems like an illusion cooked up by that plans failure.

so he's not sure.]
Or more of us is just better for whatever whoever brought us here is up to. Easier to hunt or some shit.

[ he reaches up to rub the back of his neck, rocks back on his heels. he needs a cigarette but he doesn't exactly have a lot left. who knew he'd need more than a pack on that pit stop supply run? not eddie.

he shakes himself out of the thoughts of before. ]
Oh. Uh. Eddie. Eddie Munson. [ he says to azul, rolls his shoulders and gets a little bit of a sardonic upward tilt to his lips. ] Some say Eddie the Freak but just Eddie's fine.
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[personal profile] agnitio 2022-08-17 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ Shalem pauses to look toward the door. He opens his mouth like he may say something; his shoulders and body make a move like he might leave but his legs remain firmly rooted where they are.

Can he truly abandon him after he went through so much to rescue him? No, more that; can he abandon him after he had been ignoring and denying their shared past until such a tragic end happened?

He lets out an equally long sigh. ]


You also shouldn't stay in these memories, Lucien.

[ He steps forward and reaches out to offer his hand. ]
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[personal profile] solitairy 2022-08-17 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
[phantom's gaze flicks from shalem's face, to his offered hand, and then back to his face, and while the feline has never been one to read expressions well, body language is easier, he thinks he can hazard a guess as to what shalem is feeling.

but can he truly take what is being offered, when he doesn't want to leave the dark recesses of what's unknown to him?]


I cannot give you my word that I will resist them forever. For long as there is something empty in me, I will always seek to fill that void. [but he still takes shalem's hand.]

But the Troupe shall never get their hands on me again.
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[personal profile] octaplicitous 2022-08-17 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
Right.

[Azul will start to lead the way to where he thinks the house is; it was empty last time he came by. It's as safe as anywhere else (which is to say only just).

The question is an odd one, and Azul takes a moment to answer, mostly formulating a sentence that won't sound vaguely pathetic.]


People come and go, but I'm not part of a group, if that's what you're asking.

[Especially since the fog started, it's hard to keep track of where anyone is. Not that Azul has made friends, or anything like that, but he can acknowledge that in a situation like this, being alone is bad for survival.]
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[personal profile] cheerleader 2022-08-17 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
[She's still learning all the terms that he and the others so readily know and use. Vecna and Upside Down she gets, but the demobats take some time for her to put two and two together. She eventually recalls seeing them flying after them, and she nods even though he probably can't see it.

He may be able to feel it though, because they're pressed so close together. He's fussing over her and she leans into him, arm curling upward so her hand can grab hold of his arm.
]

The bed was just soaked in it. I don't think I'm hurt though. I mean, I'm not in any pain.

[And she's been in immense, life-ending pain before. She knows pain. The fact she's not even feeling discomfort now lets her know that she's fine.]
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[personal profile] guitarpicks 2022-08-17 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
Jesus Christ. [ he mumbles, low and under his breath. it doesn't mean anything to him, not really, but that's become his mantra all along.

he sighs, tilts his head back against the wall and looks up at the ceiling. ]
As if this place wasn't freaky enough with the fog and the dogs and no one else here.

[ he winces, shakes his head. ] Good, I'm glad. That you're not hurt, I mean. [ because eddie's not sure he would know what to do there. he feels kind of useless, actually, right now. sure he knows what would come next in his campaigns, how to tell a good story, but he's not built for this. for horror becoming reality. ]

You know, I used to really love monster and fantasy stuff. [ he says after a beat of silence, like it wasn't just a week ago where that held so true. ]
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[personal profile] cheerleader 2022-08-17 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
I guess it's true that you should be careful what you wish for.

[She tries making a joke, does whatever she can to lighten the mood. He's just as close to panic as she is, and there's something about the way he looks at her sometimes that puts her on edge. It leaves her feeling like she has to try harder to make her presence easier on him. That she has to find a way to make herself seem like she doesn't take as much space.]

It feels like we're trapped in the Neverending Story sometimes. You saw that movie, right?

[The kid in that movie had loved monsters and fantasy too. It's probably ridiculous to compare the trauma they're dealing with together here to a kid's movie. But she's also not about to unload her mounting issues on him. Not when he has his own and is having trouble dealing with them.]
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[personal profile] octaplicitous 2022-08-17 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Talk like that will just freak all of them out. Still, Azul does his best to stay composed.]

Eddie. It's nice to meet you. [He'll leave the freak part off, even though it intrigues him. Maybe he can understand where it's coming from, if Eddie's going to keep talking about them getting hunted.]

I saw you go into the fog, and then I saw you appear back out of it here. You didn't see anything? Or is that where you saw the monsters?

[He'll get this info from Eddie so he doesn't have to try it himself.]
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[personal profile] smokes 2022-08-17 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
So an occupational hazard thing? Huh.

[ makes more sense than whatever else he'd been thinking up. at least alex resisted saying "was your dad a bad fisherman then, or...." not that he can talk. despite living on the coast his entire life, his own major takeaway from the ocean was "knowing how to swim okay." passably, even.

he glances back, not taking this to be anything besides a normal interaction. (still hot. gonna shelve that for now.)]


You mean here in wherever-the-fuck? [ his nose scrunches while thinking this over for the not-first time. ]

I guess I just woke up here. I was home, then I wasn't. Pretty sure I'm not dead or hallucinating some shit by now, which doesn't leave much else. Maybe we're in some kind of alternate universe.

[ it has to be, because his only other thought is that they're in the core, but he's intimately familiar with that liminal void of a parallel universe. and he would still have psychic powers there — he doesn't have them here, so it's a flop. 0/10. ]
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[personal profile] smokes 2022-08-17 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ someone touching him? in a soft affectionate way? horrifying under normal circumstances, but it has alex feeling slightly better now. gross. at least he doesn't lean into the touch. true iron willpower there. ]

No, he died. A long time ago. [ his voice is still watery; he wants to sink into the earth because even though he is crying less, he hasn't completely ceased crying. illegal. ] That's why — y'know... [ dead people? dying? that train of thought took a tumble. ]

Look, I'm not — I'm okay. [ let him gnaw his own arm off like a feral coyote. ]
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[personal profile] guitarpicks 2022-08-17 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ eddie laughs at that and it's not a bitter sound but he has to nod, glances over at chrissy. ] Somehow the characters in the story always forget that one, huh?

[ he nods again. ] Watched that one twice. The Artax scene had me crying both times, I gotta admit. [ because if they're going to be talking about watching a kids movie while the world around them is ending, while they have to survive the night, eddie can admit something vulnerable about himself. ] Don't laugh at me for that one, okay?
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[personal profile] lapses 2022-08-17 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ he doesn't need help, huh?

vincent remains unmoving as cloud proceeds to unclip his blade, wondering how he intends to hoist himself up through the window. when the blond lifts his leg instead, he suppresses the threat of a smile, wordlessly offering him that needed boost with his right hand.

watching him disappear through the awning, vincent doesn't waste much time following after him. he grabs onto the ledge of the window with his hand, twisting his hip to the side as he brackets the wall with his right leg and then swings his left up to hook it through the window in one fluid motion. pushing the rest of his body through the opening, he leaps down onto the ground below, landing on his feet.

he glances back at the window, long black hair obscuring part of his face. then, in a low voice, he addresses cloud once more.
]

The apartments. [ safer to head back towards the residential area. ] Come on. [ with the canine inside the shop, at least they are no longer in any imminent danger. best to remain vigilant, however; in case there are more of them nearby. ]
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iii

[personal profile] solitairy 2022-08-17 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
Training-- [phantom's speech is momentarily cut off as he whips his head back around to look at the figure stalking through the house, though it seems as if it has not heard him. this is a reprieve, but he still stays crouched by the intact door.

he's hiding, indeed, and his voice being soft is a boon, so that they're not heard.]


For what purpose do you asking? My training, it takes many forms, and but all of them, I prefer to keep in the dark.

[if anything, that speech might have just shown that he's trained in theatre, especially with the appearance of his manifestation-- a greyish ghoul with black crystal covering its neck and hands, a mask fused to its featureless face, and an elaborate costume that focuses heavily on catching attention rather than any sort of practicality.

ruefully, phantom notes that the being before him has managed to retain the tufted ears and short tail that he himself lost upon arriving in this world, and he finds himself envious. especially since there is an awkward hole in his trousers where his tail should be, hidden under his cloak and suit.]
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bonfire.

[personal profile] shurajodo 2022-08-17 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
Aye. Lots'a noise over here.

( Gara's voice is tight and quiet but clear, even through his mask and hood. Yuki isn't far behind, but Gara felt he had to speak to Kainé.

Normally he's of a similar temperament, but Yuki's presence is calming, and he's sort of shut down anyway.
)

Don't think he's gonna answer if he hasn't already.
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[personal profile] laststoryteller 2022-08-17 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
It always is, hm.

[ Softly, a little sad. ]

If you need to talk about it, this stranger can lend an ear. My name is Yuki.
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[personal profile] laststoryteller 2022-08-17 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
Pleasantries? Ah — I’m attempting to piece together a timeline and… Well. You’re right either way.

[ He waves a hand, dismissing his own train of thought. ]

I haven’t explored much inside anywhere yet…

[ … He and Gara were too busy talking about their changed physiology and eating gelato. ]
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[personal profile] accredit 2022-08-17 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ at her words, he holds a hand by his mouth, fully prepared to yell off another casual reply, but then he remembers the rest of her words. gradually bringing his hand away from the corner of his face, he instead makes an "okay" symbol with his fingers, before he begins moving forward again.

periodically, his eyes pass towards her figure, if just to keep an eye on her. it's clear from her expression, she seemed both serious and concentrated. from the vibe he got, even against her own warnings, she seemed like a warm and thoughtful person. ... and well, he figured he'd have to really do his best to ensure her safety even more than. not that he doubts any abilities she may have, but that this is something he's personally resolved to.

he sees they've separated, but he keeps to the task of moving east. when he feels like he's moved enough, he just barely slips out of their sight and begins running back to where they separated. it's been a while, if just for how slow moving they are, but he hopes she's made it safely.

there, he waits. from what he's seen, they haven't followed him back at least. not immediately.
]
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[personal profile] accredit 2022-08-17 08:53 am (UTC)(link)
That's just a risk I'll have to take, yeah? [ he states easily, as if he were reciting a line from a book he's read a hundred times. but, he trusted his own instincts. despite how it may have sounded without context, he did put some thought into it. he can't imagine there was any merit and having the lost forever. from his own experience, people were brought or summoned with a purpose, after all.

still, while it is a gamble, he's even more surprised to hear that she was resolved to follow. with that, he gives a firm nod. then a smile, after all, even a smile could serve as some form of salvation and comfort.
] If that's what you want, miss, I'll guarantee your protection.

[ ... and he means it. besides, he wouldn't be able to hold his own head up high if he wasn't able to accomplish that much. regardless, with the apprehension clear on her features, he does do one thing. he offers her his hand. ]
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[personal profile] shurajodo 2022-08-17 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Might have to draw the first one up for me, but I got you.

( He has no idea what a d20 is, but he's confident he can make whatever it is look good. Maybe he'll ask about it and learn something; he doesn't talk to people outside of his work the same way he talks to them while he's tattooing or piercing them up.

People outside of work usually get bit or chased away. People he's working on get a much calmer and even zen Gara.
)

Right. Fuck. Here goes.

( He's found a lighter! And he takes a hit off the joint once its lit, doing what Eddie instructed. )

Fuck, this — ugh — tastes like a fuckin'—

( Poor dude is coughing a ton, but its less a physiological reaction to the weed than it is him just trying to get the smoke out. )

Nightmare. I hope it's fuckin' — ( he waves away the smoke ) good.
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sound and light

[personal profile] solitairy 2022-08-17 02:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[emotion has ever been a part of the stage, because without it, the role falls apart, and without role, the entire performance is as sour as an unripe fruit, not yet ready to be plucked. even when a play is just made of puppets against a backdrop, phantom can still appreciate it, because puppets can be performers as well. he only need look at himself, after all.]

The art of a performance on the stage is best appreciated the first time, for what you perceive is not only the story it portrays, but the efforts those who make it perfect. [his speech is measured and clear despite being barely above a murmur, almost with a certain cadence. this is a man accustomed to the stage himself, and it shows.]

As long as the art is appreciated for what it is worth in the moment it's delivered, a performer's efforts have been validated.

[a rather roundabout way of saying that whimsical guests are fine, too.]
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[personal profile] shurajodo 2022-08-17 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)
( That's both good and unsettling; it's typically a tell of this kind of emotional height for someone like him, but he's alive here, isn't he? For the first time in his life, he's fully alive: this dawns on him like someone just knocked his lights out.

He doesn't like it.
)

... No one knows what even happened to him. Still missin'.

( It's been a long seven years. )

You know what that's like? Doin' nothing but waitin' for someone to show up again, don't know what the fuck they're up to?

( It comes as not a challenge as it might've normally, but rather a genuine and quiet question. )
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[personal profile] goldenscarred 2022-08-17 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
No, I don't know oracle magic.

[Like cards. Like tarot cards. Like seeing the future. Anyway-]

But that's not the point. The way all of us showed up here... and the way both of us are different. It has to be wild magic responsible for this.