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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!
hasapoint: an old scarred woman considers (by Anna Akhmatova)

[personal profile] hasapoint 2022-09-20 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Fireballs or showier things.

[we are just not going to give an example.]

And what's a 'necro' use it for? [She is interested, actually, despite herself. Need takes a long time to learn new kinds of magic, but she has as much time as she could ever want. The idea of long-dead people being a source of energy is strange and interesting.]

And some of you are captains. And... space. You're not from one of those places where they fly in the sky and it's always night, are you? Thought those didn't use swords.

[she understands that other worlds exist and can be quite different but. look. not into sci-fi.]
Edited 2022-09-20 02:21 (UTC)
megatheorem: (011)

[personal profile] megatheorem 2022-09-20 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
[He will treasure her sloppy face paint print forever, of course. In any case: surely everyone is fine, especially the two of them standing right here, especially Camilla and Harrow, even if the peculiar absence of Harrow in particular raises so very many questions.

He'll put a pin in those. For later. Maybe. When no one is crying, when things have settled more neatly. God knows he still catches himself trying to look around for Camilla automatically; one does not ask personal questions of this nature, hm, at this theater?

Sure.]


So we definitely know two things: Cam isn't here, and Harrowhark... might be. [this tracks for both of these girls, yeah. jeez.] That's a start. That's— better than it was ten minutes ago. It's good to see you.
mehanizovati: (53)

[personal profile] mehanizovati 2022-09-20 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[and that makes viktor pause, head tilted as he considers a screen of that sort. oh no, new guy is distracting him with interesting other world shit. he'll even pause his destruction of the projector, attention set on this.]

You were in a bunker of some sort then? [he can only guess. outside world must have been dangerous, right?] I can imagine regardless, machinery loves nothing more than to attract dust in the most inconvenient places to clean and eh, muck everything up.

[his lips quirk a little though, going back to dismantling. nostalgic, suddenly.] I know the feeling. When I was young I would push my limits often, especially after surgeries. Some called it stubbornness, when it was often mere curiosity. [another pause, then a glance to pal.] We deserved an earful together then, and still got our answers.

[so who really wins? it's them probably]
speedweed: (jjba401)

(Old) Robert E. O. Speedwagon || JoJo's Bizarre Adventure || OTA

[personal profile] speedweed 2022-09-20 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
Arrival

It's intensely strange to wake up with the sun on your face, the sounds of nature around you, when the last thing you remember was the hushed whispers of "family", doctors, and medical equipment. Remembering the moment your body had seized and decided it had been more than long enough. But as he moves to sit, his hand clutches at his chest and a clearly beating heart, chest rising and falling with breath. An odd hat that feels like an old friend but strange from the years of being without.

"Well, isn't that just bloody lovely." He huffs out, not seeming particularly fussed if anyone overhears him. Slowly he pushes himself to stand, immediately righting the hat and brushing any dirt or dust off of himself.

Despite being clearly older, he seems to be alert and on edge, almost as if he's expecting to be attacked at any moment. Perhaps it's best to introduce oneself before walking up to this stranger.

Waking up to a nightmare

Luckily, Speedwagon has never really slept all that hard or soundly. Old habits die hard, after all. Blood and the like never really bothered him all that much, such came with being part of a gang in his younger years and the things he'd seen throughout the rest of life.

What does get his attention is a man in black standing nearby, a large and heavy looking hammer held in gloved hands. Slowly the man moves closer, enough so that Speedwagon is immediately scrambling to his feet and grabbing his hat on the way out. If he's to survive this, he needs to get somewhere more favorable for him. He hasn't fought in quite some time, sure, but he knows that a bedroom is certainly the worst part of it.

Luckily he can maneuver his way around this man, only to be confronted with a black horse-looking creature with a torchlight for a head. The creature itself rearing back with a horrid sound that sounds like a mixture between a screech and whinny.

"Shit!" He hisses under his breath as he almost trips over a rock in the street, luckily righting himself and bolting for the more open pathways. He's certain not too far behind is a muffled human yell and the sound of beating hooves.

Wildcard

[Hit me up if you want something else or just throw something at me, I'm chill.]
navcav: (in the darkness she was laid to rest)

[personal profile] navcav 2022-09-20 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ yeah for a person claiming to not care that harrow isn't here, gideon sure has been bringing her up in every single conversation with every single random bystander she's encountered in this weird ass deserted town.

gideon has chosen not to examine this.

with affected nonchalance, ]


She'll probably pop out of a hidden door or underground lair or something any minute now, and tell us we're all fools for not figuring out the secrets of this place sooner. I ain't worried.

[ she beams at him, waterworks finally halted. somebody's happy to see her! ]

Aww, Sex Pal. I love that you say that kinda stuff out loud.

[ gideon has... not really spent much time on the where's and why's of being here, in another creepy deserted mystery spot. is this some kind of continuation of the trials??? who are all these people that have never heard of necromancy or the nine houses??? she hasn't got a clue.

what she does know is that she's here, and now palamedes is here (cool), and harrow's not here (AMAZING), and camilla's not here (not amazing), which in gideon's mind all adds up to: ]


Ah, shit. You need a cavalier until yours gets here. Camilla would never forgive me. There's, you know-- [ she lowers her voice dramatically, sweeping her gaze significantly around the rest of the audience for the puppet show ] --a bunch of weirdos here.
navcav: (got a birkin i got no regrets)

[personal profile] navcav 2022-09-20 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ yeeeeeeeeeeee gideon never really considered the possibility that she'd have to have a conversation with an anti-house personage, she always figured she'd be in the cohort and Doing A War at the time, and talking wouldn't be part of it. ]

Oh you know. [ evasively, ] You need somebody to weed the garden, right? You get a skeleton to do it. You need somebody to do stuff out in the zero oxygen areas? Skeleton.

[ and with more honesty, resigned, ] Let me tell you, if you like bones enough, there is endless opportunity for bone-related functionality.

[ oh hell yeah this lady has heard of space. ]

That's it exactly! But we still use swords, because swords are cool. [ she nods professionally. ]

Machines break down. Swords get the job done.
Edited 2022-09-20 18:12 (UTC)
megatheorem: (034)

[personal profile] megatheorem 2022-09-21 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
I hope so; I've only been called a fool a handful of times, I've been enjoying it.

[Lovingly, he will interpret every one of Harrow's barbs as True Friendship, because that's definitely what they are!! Now, ah, the issue of the pair of them - a necromancer and a cavalier, tragically without the right person...

And surrounded by weirdos; heaven forbid.]


Harrowhark would skin me from a hundred yards if I borrowed her cavalier in any capacity. [But they don't have time to unpack which implications he's implying there, so moving on!!] Still; banding together against... the weirdos... might be wise.

[Unless this place is more akin to Canaan House, and no one actually told them to all start fighting each other, and does he want to wait until someone gets murdered to start making speeches and dropping F-bombs? Hm--]

Let's go for a walk; catch me up on the weirdos.
megatheorem: (024)

[personal profile] megatheorem 2022-09-21 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Luckily, maybe, medical skill trumps trust in this particular situation; that's Palamedes' opinion anyway, and his bedside manner does not account for not immediately making a face at the fabric wad shoved into the wound. Speaking of sludge and dire straits...

He makes a noise as he lifts a hand, a polite little 'I am going to touch all the wounds now' noise to serve as warning before he reaches over to pluck the bloodied fabric square out. That goes straight to the ground for right now, and he lifts a fresh fabric strip to wipe excess from the area.]


In my experience, meat only goes one way— but I'll be glad to be proven wrong, if you're right. I wonder if we simply have to wait, which might just be worse than all the gore.

[Tedium? He's had enough; at least here there's company. Hmm.]

My name is Palamedes, by the way. Is this from a claw of some kind, or did you run into something with a blade out there?

[It is obvious from everything about him that he is not straying into the danger zones, but hey, it's good to know.]
megatheorem: (030)

[personal profile] megatheorem 2022-09-21 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
A library, but you're on the right track. [a bunker library.] We're doubly purposed: keeping the temperature controlled for the Archives, and keeping all of our air from getting out.

[And yet, the dust is everywhere. All those skin flakes and powdered bone bits... at least on the Sixth, there can only be so many sources of grime.

Palamedes glances up at the man's face- he was very absorbed watching his hands, actually? hm- and quirks a brief grin, raising an eyebrow. Committed nerd recognizes committed nerd, that's a welcome surprise. And here he heard there were just 'weirdos' around here, gosh...]


In that case, as we'll undoubtedly get an earful for something else, again— let's streamline. [he is getting up, putting his book in A Pocket Somewhere,] Show me how to take this thing apart.
mehanizovati: (52)

[personal profile] mehanizovati 2022-09-21 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
[that has viktor nodding in approval, mostly because he's imagining, you know, an archive of delicate material that needs air locking. hasn't quite picked up the space thing yet, but to be fair space isn't really a Thing in his life.]

I take it the climate is unforgiving. [that much he can gather. and also relate to, zaun and all.] So I was right, you're a scholar of sorts. And a bearable one too, a rare breed.

[says a fellow scholar. either way he glances up when that request is made, perking just a little. he considers a moment before offering the screwdriver over, handle pointed to pal.]

You see the screws here? [a gesture to clarify.] Be my guest. This will give us a look into the lens and mirrors. [and another pause to finally fucking offer,] I'm Viktor.
hasapoint: an old scarred woman considers (by Anna Akhmatova)

[personal profile] hasapoint 2022-09-21 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Need grimaces slightly but doesn't react further to being poked at. Processing bodily pain as belonging to her is very strange. Dissociative.]

I hate to have to resort to stitches, but I picked up needle and thread if that's appropriate. Not that those will be exactly clean either. [She'd suspected something would happen, back when the town was all sunny and nice, so this backpack has a lot of neat bundles in it. Hadn't quite managed to anticipate all this, which was a failure of imagination on her part, she'll admit to herself.]

Blade. [Disdainfully:] There's some symbolism happening out there. And - [Pause. She has a fancy to give the name she had while alive, but realizes at the very last moment that she doesn't remember. It's been too long. Well, if that doesn't say 'senile', honestly...] - call me Need, I've gone by it longer than any others.

[She spares a moment to look him in the face and raises a heavy gray eyebrow.] If I ask if you're dead is that going to shock you?
megatheorem: (034)

[personal profile] megatheorem 2022-09-21 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh boy, he gets to use the screwdriver, this was not in his plans at all. Has Palamedes held a screwdriver in the past, hm, decade? Ever? Who's to say. If he puts it up against a screw and turns it the wrong way the first time, no he didn't, nobody saw that.

This is truly going to hurt his feeble necromancer wrists, but he'll endure for the sake of Education. Ah, and,]


The climate isn't. [beat.] By which I mean, it isn't. We have no atmosphere.

[screw, screw..... he's managing this arduous task. slowly. don't perceive him too hard.]

Palamedes, by the way; it'll shock you, but I actually know whole dozens of bearable scholars.
standless: (see i'm not mad)

Nightmare Nightmare Nightmare

[personal profile] standless 2022-09-21 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
Jonathan has come out running from a party.

The second month inn this place, and it seemed that much of the time in the fog was spent wafting through time like the fog itself- the days passing like water, the party he expected to last mere hours becoming so much more. The fog cleared.

The nightmare settled in, and ghosts of the ball became vicious ghouls to be exterminated.

(There is blood setting into this suit. It's a shame- it was such a curious design and color and he was rather fond of it. Perhaps he can ask later how to remove the stains- it's a delirious thought that he can't quite avoid, as he runs through the streets dodging about dogs and nightmares.)

It had been days.

Danny was still at home.

"DANNY-!" Jonathan is calling out, shouting for the dog. "...DANNY-!"

But it won't be the dog that he finds. Danny after all long since realized the house wasn't safe, for all that Jonathan's stash of stored goods kept him relatively fed during those absent foggy days. The dog has since escaped to the streets, while Jonathan's sword is the only thing recovered from the home.

(He still calls though. He still-)

There is light inn the distance- something gleaming, a brutal metal screech entering the air alongside whirring blades. There is a man being chased- old, best he can hear, and without thinking Jonathan rushes forward.

(Perhaps in fact, the beast before him is why he rushes at all.)

Metal clashes against metal, but a horse is yet a horse, and Jonathan cannot hold this for long. "Quickly sir- run ahead! You cannot fight these demons!" he shouts, grunting against the strain of the blade. "You need to-"

Oh, the Highwayman is swinging a hammer- "Shoot-!"
megatheorem: (029)

[personal profile] megatheorem 2022-09-21 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
For this, maybe. I'd say let's do it just to be on the safe side, but it's like you said: sanitation is a problem. So: maybe.

[He'll make a judgment call when he's done observing, which he'll get to as soon as he's done making the cut as clean as he can with already kind of questionable scraps. If he were at full capacity he could pinch two fingers together and handle it like that, but no - it has to be lo-fi for some reason.

He won't dwell on it. He will instead raise both eyebrows right back, glancing up from his task.]


It won't take me out or anything, but I'll obviously have to ask why you'd ask. [mustn't assume!!] And, side note, I will be asking about the symbolism in a minute, too. It's nice to meet you.

[Normal conversations, normal day.]
speedweed: (jjba826_zps8322b797)

LET'S GOOOOO

[personal profile] speedweed 2022-09-21 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
Despite his age, he still seems rather nimble in these regards. Can still run about as well as someone much younger than him, but that was something he'd made sure to keep up with as you never knew what would happen. He attracted trouble, the Joestars attracted just as much...

But he didn't have much time to focus on those thoughts in the slightest, as the sound of someone rushing past him actually causes him to stop and try to piece together what happened. His brain whirling with familiarity. There's no way that voice is what he thinks it is.

Which is when he makes the mistake of stopping all the worse as he turns to look at who was foolish enough to launch at that ghoulish beast.

That could not be.

Luckily his hat is still as ridiculous as ever in returning to the user, managing to catch the arm of the Highwayman to cause a moment of faltering.

"Jonathan!" A name he hasn't spoken like this in quite some time, but he's moving to try and grab for this idiot by the back of his shirt to pull him back and out of the way. The hammer is still being swung, of course, but hopefully the moment of pause helps their cause.

"Don't act foolish!" Says the old man still there.
standless: (GASP...)

[personal profile] standless 2022-09-21 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
"What-!?"

The horse rears and Jonathan quickly finds himself launched onto his back- and even more swiftly forced to roll lest he be trampled. Grabbing the man who pulled him back to get them both out of the way, he has to choke as he sits up. "How did you know my name- and...And that hat..!" He knows that hat- it once embedded itself in his arm, deep enough to strike bone, clean enough that it barely left more than a faint scar.

But the hammer is still coming, and before there can be an answer, Jonathan grabs the old man by the arm and pulls them into a run. "We cannot waste a minute- you need to get away from here..!"

Ever quick to focus on everyone but himself as usual, isn't he?
navcav: (in the darkness she was laid to rest)

[personal profile] navcav 2022-09-21 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ ladies and gentlenecros, this here is gideon's 'yikety yikes' face. stop causing her psychic damage. ]

Please don't enjoy things about Harrow in front of me. Just. Eugh.

Also, she can't do shit about who I cavavil for-- [ she just invented that word, it's a real word now ] --since I didn't say any damn vows, and she knows it, and she's not here to do anything about it.

[ her voice goes a little flat. this bit isn't spite, it's facts. ]

Her actual cavalier ran off and got himself dead. I'm a free agent, baby.

[ a running theme, these days. gideon's been free to do all kinds of blaspheming here without a hand on her leash, like wear her longsword and gorge on iced cream and tell everybody who asks about necromancy. possibly this is a strategy to try and get harrow to spontaneously manifest out of sheer fury? possibly gideon actually means it; her last conversation with harrow, as far as she cares to remember, was some horseshit about being banned from running off to swear herself to dulcinea.

anyway.

taking a walk sounds like a great idea. gideon's happy to point out the iced cream store and the statue she climbed to 'survey the landscape' when she first got here and, of course, all the civilians weirdos. ]


Ok, so: none of these people have heard of necromancy. None of these people have heard of the Houses. I saw this guy, he looked straight out of the Third House and I told him so, and he had no clue what I was talking about. I told him I was a Ninth nun and we got talking about flogging and he said, they don't flog nuns where he comes from.

Weirdos.
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[personal profile] hasapoint 2022-09-21 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
Hah. Fair enough. [More inner conflict! Need hates giving up more information than she has to. She's not present here as a sword with an ancient mage's spirit trapped inside it, so there's a lot less that she has to.] I'm asking because I'm dead.

[Yeah... yeah, she has to give something out after saying something like that.] Normally, on the spirit plane I can control my appearance and if I'm simulating having a live, material body it's because I took the time to work out how and am choosing to do it. [She has what she considers some justifiable pride about that. Most spirits who make the effort, including ones she's taught, stop at the "made of glowing glass" stage. Becoming plain and real and everyday in a place where everything is fluid is a lot of work.] And even I don't go so far as blood and air-hunger, plus I always have contact with the physical world and some friends.

So this is either somewhere far from the Moonpaths or the sea of souls, with something I can't just talk to in charge of the rules, or we're on some other-world bullshit.
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[personal profile] speedweed 2022-09-21 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
Luckily Speedwagon is easily moved at this point, especially when survival is the priority here. He was about to snap at him for not recognizing him, even at this time. But there's something to be more focused on here and it's certainly the enemy of a sorts in front of them.

He almost stumbles as he's pulled into a run, but he's wiggling his arm out of his grasp, or trying to, once he has his feet underneath him. He can't help but flinch while moving upon hearing the sound of the shrill whinny once again and hooves.

"We can't outrun a horse!" It's just a simple fact, he's sure that he knows that as well as him. "Is there a place that is too narrow for such a creature?" He hasn't a clue that this thing is specifically after him, after all.
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[personal profile] standless 2022-09-21 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Nor can we simply wait to be crushed underfoot..!" Jonathan counters, ducking an alley. "It is our best chance of survival to flee, please trust in this!" Perhaps if he had more than the sword it would be a different story. He can't tell however, if these would cow to hamon- he can't tell if these can even be called unlife, let alone alive, and that very thought sends a pang of cold steel through his heart.

There is a path to the side-

"Let us try to turn here- and hope for our sake that nothing else awaits!"
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[personal profile] speedweed 2022-09-21 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
"It's not as if I have much choice in the matter!" Since his one weapon didn't do much to the Highwayman as he thought it would, which is honestly just a problem in and of itself. To anything flesh and blood it would have torn right through, but that hadn't seemed the case with this particular... fellow.

He's not about to argue Jonathan's point, either. But luckily it seems as if the manifestation itself isn't the brightest bulb in the box at this particular juncture. As he can hear hooves galloping past in a direction that is very much not their's.

"I... think it passed by?"
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[personal profile] standless 2022-09-21 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
"For now, it seems...though I fear for whoever it seeks out with absolute focus."

People Who Don't Know...

Jonathan swallows- and only now does he finally release his grip on the old man's arm, sighing with some relief. "We cannot remain here too long however good sir- there are many foul beasts roaming these streets with reckless abandon now, things that do not cow to steel or flame. We must keep moving," he continues, turning to look to the other. "Lest we... ...That scar..."

The hat was one thing. The name yet another.

But surely, this old man cannot possibly be him-!
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[personal profile] speedweed 2022-09-21 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Absolute focus?"

He sure Has No Idea, Actually.

Luckily they can stop running and he's more keen on following Jonathan without the threat of death right on their heels or while being pulled along as forcefully as he was. He's not a young man anymore, unfortunately.

Oh. He's noticed the scar now, has he? He frowns to himself as he keeps moving, a soft huff of breath escaping him as he unclenches his jaw.

"Funny how time continues on after one is gone, isn't it?"
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[personal profile] standless 2022-09-21 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
"...Surely not," he manages after a long moment of staring- after such a long time with his eyes widening in understanding, the revelation taking the wind out of him with more force than any creature ever has. "Surely..."

He should be happy should he not? If this is truly some twisted afterlife, then so many of them here are so young- he should be happy then, that his old friend of such a short but intense amount of time was able to grow so old. But instead...

Instead, this pain in his chest...

"Can it truly be you, Speedwagon..?"
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[personal profile] speedweed 2022-09-21 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
Sorry, Jonathan, he cannot help but laugh at that. The sound isn't necessarily a pleasant one, but the shock from him honestly amuses him far more than it should, even if he can feel his own pain. Seeing him like this, still stuck as he had when he had died. While they had all moved on, grew older, had families...

"Truly, it is. Only a mere, oh, four decades older than last you remember. At least I still seem to be able to keep up with you, I hadn't thought I could." He really shouldn't be joking and as lighthearted with this situation as it is. But he certainly can't help it. It had only taken this long to see him again, after all.

"Though I do have to wonder what exactly "here" is. I had enough clues to figure it part of Greece, but more than that..."