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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] somatosensory 2022-08-21 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Something like that.

( the girl had seemed every bit as surprised by the animal's defence of her as he'd been. )

I wasn't prepared, then. ( hence his willingness to draw the knife earlier. let it not be said that he didn't learn from his mistakes.

and he'd always been the type to prefer asking forgiveness over asking permission. )
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[personal profile] bismark 2022-08-21 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Melody gives the stranger a wild-eyed look. There's blood everywhere, slick under her boots. She can taste in her throat, feel it hot against her skin. She feels fucking insane. ]

Then fucking run, man.

[ She sure is. ]
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[personal profile] pilgrimages 2022-08-21 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
I get that.

[ there's a wound on her leg, staining his sleeve a darker black, that attests to how true that is. she sympathizes.

would it scar, now that the sin's power wasn't coming to her? the implications are dizzying.

she squints against the fog, searching out signs of the library, but — really, she's depending on him right now. his night vision, his strength to bear her. it makes her queasy, how useless she is, and she doesn't know what to do with the fact that he's helping her along anyway.
]
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[personal profile] guitarpicks 2022-08-21 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the answer is too honest, too right. eddie feels a humorless laugh bubble up from his throat, a wet sound that is nearly a fucking sob.

monsters do shit because they want to; people too. people do awful, horrible things because they want to and sometimes those that don't deserve it suffer the most. eddie's not sure he doesn't deserve it, thinks he does, but he's sure there's a version of hawkins out there were he'd get tossed in the literal fire instead of the proverbial one where jason carver turned him from town freak into the anti-christ. ]
Yeah. Yeah, that sound right, man.

[ he swallows, looks down at the words. the thing about eddie is that he's never been good at keeping it in, at hiding. he's always letting out the sort of shit that makes people find him abrasive, different. part of it is that he can't manage to always read the goddamn rule, part of it is that it's easier to push and shove people away before they fucking choose to go.

right now it's more of something bubbling up in his chest, a sort of need to fucking share with this stranger. ]
Chrissy. [ simple, a fucking name. he looks up at the sky, rubs a hand down his face. the blood hasn't dried. ] I saw her fucking die, right in front of me, and I fucking ran and left her there.

[ there in his trailer, fucking floating on his goddamn ceiling. ] I didn't know what to do---
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[personal profile] bismark 2022-08-21 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ears checked for cotton, really? Is that how people talk around here. Melody rolls her eyes, not bothering to hide it, but she doesn't otherwise move except to reverse her grip on the screwdriver - her screwdriver, now. Turns out this place isn't completely deserted. She's seen a couple people wandered around, looking dazed and dumb. All of them strangers. And now this guy.

She doesn't have her rifle. She's got the knife and now the screwdriver, but not the rifle. No sidearm, either. And her radio's dead.

So.

That might just be a problem. ]


Radio's dead. You got a signal?

[ She puts it out in a drawl, like Rodriguez would. All careless and crude, like she doesn't give a fuck about the answer. Like it can't touch her either way. Just like Rodriguez would - or Fifty, if they're following code names. He's a little guy, Rodriguez, and fucking blind on top of it, but he's not afraid of anything. Melody wants that for herself. She covets it. ]
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arrival —

[personal profile] ultimatums 2022-08-21 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's a girl at the ice cream stand. There wasn't before, but there is now. Raylan squints at her from across the plaza like he's trying to determine if she's a mirage or something. At first he assumed she was just pilfering, the way he had very defensibly pilfered a single bottle of whiskey from the bar he found earlier for reasons he feels are absolutely justified and also not worth mulling over in the slightest. Eventually the siren call of ice cream is too much for him to ignore, and he moseys across the plaza, grinning as she starts her very professional spiel. ]

Can I have an, uh—

[ Wait. ]

Bana-what?
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[personal profile] ultimatums 2022-08-21 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This guy indeed. She hasn't thrown anything at him, which he'd been quietly on guard for, so he rolls his shoulder off the wall and takes another step into the building, casting a look around as he takes his hat off. Who wears a hat inside? Raylan, a lot of the time, but it's dark in here. ]

I wouldn't know if I did. Cellphone wasn't on me when I woke up. You missin' your music that bad?
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[personal profile] somatosensory 2022-08-21 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
( when aristaeus returns, he's winding a length of chain around his arm like it's rope. something like this could come in handy later, even if there aren't more of those dogs around.

sweeps his gaze across the area, searching for the girl. wonders if she hasn't high-tailed it already. wouldn't blame her if she did. )
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[personal profile] ultimatums 2022-08-21 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Don't make him say it. Raylan scrunches up his face for a second. He can tell he's being figured out, or at least she's trying to head in that direction, and he shifts a little uncomfortably under her gaze. ]

Let's just say I'm thirsty and leave it at that. What'd you find?
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[personal profile] roomed 2022-08-21 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Henry would've stuck with Hannibal regardless of being 'pulled in' to the issue. Part of Henry expects this still has to do with him and what he's been through. And part of him just needs a companion of his to survive. Maybe it can happen this time.

The question catches him off guard. ]


Oh...uh, sort of. There were dogs before. Monster dogs.

[ He keeps his eyes on the creature. While its stance reminds him of Walter somehow, it's obviously got nothing to do with that murderer. And it doesn't seem to be approaching them. It still makes a shiver run up his spine. ]

I don't think this is the same. But we should probably leave that thing alone, whatever it is.
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sound & light

[personal profile] guitarpicks 2022-08-21 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the performance is honestly something, a weird display that eddie wouldn't be drawn to any other time in his life but cannot seem to tear his eyes away from as it gets going. he swallows back a wave of panic as it repeats, the scenes familiar and yet washing over him as if anew all over again.

he takes a shaky breath after the second draws to a close, feels dread settle low in his stomach and unease eat away at his insides. he doesn't fucking know what's wrong with him, but something's felt off even before he woke up to sweltering heat on this island.

something before vecna, before the upside down and hiding in a fucking boat house after watching the prom queen die on his ceiling. it's stronger here, now, that sense of dread and unease in his own skin and he's definitely holding in sobs, trembling with it even before he glances to the side robin is sitting at and catches her looking at him. she's crying too, eyes shimmering, and that shit is somehow goddamn worse.

eddie's never been able to hold it in, was always spilling out in all sorts of ugly shapes until he turned those into a facade of confidence and rants on cafeteria lunch tables; remade into something the people of hawkins look down on because he's different but almost fear too. eddie has his arms wrapped around himself, trying to hold it in. ]
I-- [ 'Are you okay?' he wants to asks but the words don't make it past his throat. ] I think I'm fucking drowning, Buckley. Have you ever felt like something tore you apart and put you together all wrong?
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[personal profile] bismark 2022-08-21 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He moves in closer, nice and casual like. Melody doesn't move, but she watches his hands. Her own are encased in armored gloves, battered and tagged with scars. The armor's getting up there, age wise. Just like it's previous owner - not that Melody got a real good look at her.

Finders keepers, and all that brutal shit. ]


Sure. It's real fucking quiet here, you know?

[ It's not that kind of radio. Or it is, but the music's stored and she doesn't need that right now anyway. This little motherfucker's supposed to pierce heavy atmosphere and get her a signal back to the others regardless of interference, but it's dead as a goddamn doornail right now.

Which is a problem. Which is ten separate problems. ]
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☕☕☕

[personal profile] somatosensory 2022-08-21 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
( misery and bloodshed. what's not to love?

the scene gets progressively stranger from there. bloodier. he misses all of this, of course, as he's too busy studying gilia's reaction. finds that to be far more interesting. )


It does seem to have drawn quite the crowd.
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[personal profile] roomed 2022-08-21 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 'For what?' is something that Henry thinks instantly. But hey, not everyone has so little in their life. He's tried to hold onto hope. But that mostly died when Eileen did. Now, he's just so tired.

Still, Ethan makes a good point, one Henry would've a couple weeks ago. And Henry's just not the type to kick up a fuss about it. ]


Yeah.

I guess...it doesn't matter. We're here, we have to keep moving.

Does your hand hurt?

[ He should probably specify which one, but he's frequently vague like that. ]
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[personal profile] daggerdagger 2022-08-21 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Vax turns his gaze towards the empty building -- if he still had the benefits of darkvision, he would be able to see that much better, but alas it seems the fates have decided to utterly handicap him. Still, he can make it out as a building that would be close enough for them to reach without drawing any further attention.

And from what he can tell, he food should be enough to draw their attention. And if not, there should be utensils, something that can make enough sound to draw them out while the run in the other direction. ]


I can do this. You are welcome to stay here until I give you the signal. [ He pauses a moment before turning towards her with a cheeky smirk. ] In all honesty, the signal is going to be quite obvious. At least I certainly hope so, if we have any hope of escaping.
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[personal profile] midsommaring 2022-08-21 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Mostly fog. And more fog. Most of the residences seem empty. I grabbed one for myself, but if the owner comes home I'll clear out.

[Another step forward, and she offers her hand.] I'm Dani.
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wow wanda he's a man grown!!!

[personal profile] babysitters 2022-08-22 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
( Steve is a product of his time. a product of his father, for sure. crying is just not a reasonable outlet for a guy his age. and certainly not in public! when he feels that familiar burn in his eyes, he tries to make himself scarce. sort of like a tree falling in the woods, if you cry on your own then did it really happen? so it's not that he never cries, ever. it's that he usually puts it off and puts it off and puts it off and occasionally the dam will break on his lonesome. there's only so much a guy can take.

this spontaneous bout of tears really snuck up on him. for most of the show, he'd been more confused than miserable. the show is confusing. on second viewing, it isn't any less confusing. in fact it somehow seems more confusing, because he's pretty sure this showing is somehow different than his first time, though Steve can't pick out exactly how it is different, since all the key players are the same.

he didn't cry the first time he watched the show, just felt unsettled and bemused. this time he feels objectively worse than the first, sure, and yet he's still kind of surprised by his own sadness. this just isn't... how he deals, with feeling sad. that's all.
) I... yeah. Sure. Definitely, ( Steve insists, though his watery tone doesn't sell it very well. ) Sorry. I don't know... I don't know, maybe the ending got to me.
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[personal profile] roomed 2022-08-22 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
I can get us to the residential area from here. Or...my place, at least. I have a couple holy candles there...they might help if things get worse.

[ That would probably be good to be ready for. But he relaxes slightly, having a plan. ]

There's a souvenir shop a couple doors down that we can, uh, take a break in. If we need to. Dogs shouldn't be able to get in there.

[ He looks around before he heads off, and they don't have any issues getting to the souvenir store. The interior is small, but is defendable. It's also surprisingly quiet inside, like the fog and its occasional weeping noise isn't touching it. He sets his rebar down lightly on one of the glass cases, careful not to make it screech. He needs a breather. ]

You...uh, don't seem surprised by the creatures. Have you been through this sort of thing before, Maria?
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[personal profile] decoder 2022-08-22 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
and yet when robin's eyes meet chrissy's, she audibly gasps and her face contorts to visible shock because she does know chrissy. not how she's sure chrissy would like, if she would like for robin to know her at all — slim chance; she's got nothing to offer the tip top of hawkins high's social hierarchy. robin knows her as a dead girl, assumed murder victim, the main catalyst for everything she and the gang went through that spring.

so many instinctual triggers want to fire within robin at once. there's this impulsive need to essentially yell at this girl hey! you're dead! isn't that really fucking weird and so fucking scary right now!? relatedly, robin's breath has caught in her throat, suddenly trepidatious about how to handle this situation. she's in a fog filled, italian-adjacent dimension and who knows if this is just the next big slasher scene, ready to unfold.


Uh. Y-Yeah! her voice comes out shaky, only half-attempting to mask her concern for this scenario at present. robin mimics a trumpet sound with her voice, laughing awkwardly. even facing a re-alived corpse, she can't shut off nervous tics. And then I, of course, know you — I mean who doesn't know you. Cheerleader, half of the biggest power couple. Kind of inescapable.

it all tumbles out of her mouth quickly, trying to replace what she really wants to ask about, so much so that it's killing her, with something that actually makes sense. doesn't alert chrissy to the elephant in the room that only robin may actually see and feel. Didn't expect to see you on this, uhm. Little vacation we've been invited upon, ever so forcefully.
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[personal profile] daggerdagger 2022-08-22 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Leave it to Percival to consider attacking one of them. That draws out a soft laugh and shake of his head as Vax looks at his companion with a slight fondness. It is good that things are not as strained between them as they had been since after Vex's death, after Vax's pledge.

Besides, they wouldn't fare well if they couldn't at least trust each other on some level. Perhaps not wholly trust, but trust enough to have each other's back in a fight. ]


The fog... [ He turns to glance towards it. It's still a short distance away, but there seems to be a path they can take without potentially disturbing the beasts that are roaming the streets. ]

Yes, I think that might work. [ He starts to walk towards the fog, trying to keep his steps quiet and small. He isn't sure whether it's Percy's presence or what, but all of that fear that had been ramping up seems to be dissipating, or perhaps that is simply because of the added distance he is putting between himself and the Manifestation. ]
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[personal profile] decoder 2022-08-22 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
without missing a beat, like she's been slinging gelato on this weird, desolate plane since birth, she launches into the sell™.

You know. Or, well, it's kind of a town tradition; we hawk it every year around the same time, so if you're new around here... she leans across the cart, pinching her fingers to enunciate her words; every movement of her hand writing an imaginary period. Banana. Pistachio.

And I get it! Sounds absolutely reprehensible at first, but there's just...something about the vague sweetness of banana and the mellow, earthiness of pistachio. You wouldn't think it works, but it does. It really does. Super popular, every time we put it on the menu.
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[personal profile] somatosensory 2022-08-22 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
It was brave, what you did.

( he turns, taking them onto the main street. the library shouldn't be too far, now. and he picks up the pace to accommodate for this, eager to get them both indoors. )

Stupid but brave.
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[personal profile] midsommaring 2022-08-22 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
It is. I haven't seen that many people since getting here. Everything seems to be empty. I grabbed a place for myself -- but I'll move out if the owner comes back, of course.
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[personal profile] decoder 2022-08-22 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
eddie...she'd been familiar with eddie. you have to have some kind of true connection if you're willing to fight freaky shit in another dimension with another person, but to say she really knew eddie would be a stretch of the truth. she could have, had she made some different choices in life. she knew of the hellfire club, knew that he was — somehow, truly wild to think about — lower on the hawkins social ladder than she was. low enough to be a marked person, which is something that robin never wanted, and so their paths never crossed.

and because she doesn't know him, it's why it feels like shit that she's suddenly crying in front of him. thoughts churning, burning to escape her mouth that can absolutely vomit out every nonsensical, non-connected thought she's currently thinking, all at ninety miles per hour. but he's crying too, and something about that shared moment of vulnerability reminds her that they probably are similar in some ways, and that maybe it isn't so scary to let out a small sieve of sadness in front of eddie munson, rest in peace.

which, that's still a hard thing to get over, and it only makes her tears stream harder when she thinks about how the last time she saw this man...he was dead.

but he's not dead now, and he's having a harder time than she is keeping it all inside. when he breaks first, it's surprising to her.


Yeah. I mean...basically every day of my god damn life, but who's counting. a sardonic laugh lets a few more tears slide down her cheeks with the sheer force of it, and she collects herself enough to wipe at mucous she's hopping isn't horrifically noticeable on her face. You know, I haven't seen a calendar since we got here, so maybe there's not such a big point in keeping track anymore.

it's sarcasm, but it belies an actual concern she has. time feels pointless here, like it's stopped and yet seconds still tick forward...so is it real, or isn't it? how long can she be here before it feels like a chain, just like hawkins did. to even fathom an equal amount of time spent in this place and indiana feels impossible. robin's hand returns to rub at the tip of her nose, moisture drying and causing an itch. I can't...I mean, I never really talked to you about anything that happened ever, but. I can't imagine how much you were going through. From, from all sides and. That must have been suffocating.

she cares. absolutely. robin isn't a heartless asshole. but there's an additional selfish slant to keeping this focused on his shit, not on hers.
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[personal profile] pilgrimages 2022-08-22 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
You don't have to say that.

[ she grits her teeth. ]

It didn't go the way it was supposed to.