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- !event log,
- dceu: diana prince,
- dogs b&c: nill,
- kingdom hearts: riku,
- kingdom hearts: roxas,
- kingdom hearts: sora,
- mcu: daisy johnson,
- overwatch: soldier 76 (jack morrison),
- persona: goro akechi,
- riordan mythos: silena beauregard,
- star wars: cassian andor,
- star wars: jyn erso,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- the man from uncle: gaby teller,
- the man from uncle: illya kuryakin,
- the vampire diaries: caroline forbes
EVENT #006 AFTERMATH LOG
WHERE: New Amsterdam
WHEN: December 19th to the end of the month.
WHAT: Event aftermath, Winter Solstice, Christmas.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Character death, self-sacrifice, drug use. Further notes at end of log.
Zerzura's demise is a very near miss. Three out of four of the bombs detonate, with numerous Mycenaean guards' lives taken as a result of the assault. It's probable—even likely—that numerous Displaced were injured as a result of this attack. Just as the last bomb seemed likely to go off, everything stopped. As in: the scene ended, shifting, putting all of the Displaced to sleep. Zerzura won't end. Or will it?
The return from Zerzura will feel like waking up from a long nap. Instead of anyone waking up in their beds, they will find themselves on the ground beside the man-made river that runs down the center of New Amsterdam. The ground beneath them will be moist with recent rainfall. Anyone who was still in the throes of a fantasy and believing themselves to be a part of Zerzura will find themselves tossed out of that existence. Anyone who died at the precipice of the spear will still recall their actions vividly: their mind and body hitting a point in which it was finite, slipping away. There may be some room for doubt regarding their deaths. After all, they're very much alive now.
There are two constants among the Displaced when they observe themselves and others: that all of their chests are glowing with that familiar blue glow, and they'll all experience a feeling of serenity. This feeling won't come from any of the Displaced themselves. Much like the intrusion of the empathy bond, it will feel as if it's coming from elsewhere. The problem is that it's always there: there is no way of disconnecting, at least for now. The good news is that the serenity will begin to fade within the next day, and with it, the blue glow will go away as well.
All of the Displaced can't remain at the riverside. If they linger too long, it will begin to rain again. The rain itself will only be a light misting against their faces at first, before turning into a heavier downfall. If they're wary of returning to their lives initially because of the blue glow, they'll soon find that the people of New Amsterdam seem to look away from them as they trot through the city to return to their lives. This is a temporary sensation, seeming to have overtaken the city's citizens for the time being. Within a day or two, the blue glow will be met with the same paranoia that was fostered by the UN following the abduction of Kurt Fischer.
What can they do now? Aside from the feeling of serenity, little will have immediately changed for the Displaced. The best thing they can do is try to return to their lives as if Zerzura never happened.
Some things to check in with, though?
WORK. Upon realizing that the Displaced disappeared yet again, El worked overtime to make sure that all of the Displaced wouldn't lose their jobs. After all, that would mean they'd likely have to give up their housing, and Morningstar would need to financially step in to help. Not all of the places of employment will accept these excuses, especially since El can't put together a doctor's note without it promptly being verified as falsified. It's ultimately up to anyone's discretion over whether their character lost their job.
CHANGES. Some of the changes will appear out of nowhere: a dream that's shared, or a memory that's passed on rather unwillingly. It's time to explore what's happened, and even theorize as to why this has happened. And those objects that were the core of remembering who they were, back in Zerzura? They're permanent fixtures from now on. And what about those Union Attacks? For now, they may have an interesting place in the fighting rings. Time to convince the people running those shows to start including doubles matches.
PLANT LIFE. All around New Amsterdam, plants will begin to grow. These plants are varied, and they'll make an appearance anywhere that they might be allowed to grow. Is that a sink that's frequently full of water? Now it's mysteriously stopped up by a plant that's growing through the pipes. While all this plant life may seem like a miracle, having plants growing in every part of the city will quickly prove to be a problem.
HOLIDAY SEASON. The good news about everyone's trip to Zerzura is that they didn't miss Christmas—or rather, the December 25th edition of it. The city is still covered in Christmas trees and ornamentation. The stadium is still hosting a holiday market.
In the days leading up to the Winter Solstice, there will be an uptick of paintings around New Amsterdam hinting as to where this year's party will be held: Sunpeak Garden. While there won't be any official notice, anyone interested or curious is free to visit this location on the day of the Solstice (December 21st) to see what's going on, and it will go on for the next three days, ending on the morning of the 24th. As they draw closer to the location itself, they'll find the botanical garden secured by a large, overarching tent, preventing rainfall from getting into the garden itself. On the air, there will be the scent of something being smoked—which they'll soon learn is a set of goats that seem to have been acquired by whoever put on this shindig.
Unlike many other events around New Amsterdam, this seems to be more private in nature. There is an unspoken understanding that beyond the paintings, there will be no social media posts. Inside of the garden, there will be a lot of plants and decorations carefully molded into sacred geometric shapes. Despite the unofficial nature, whoever put this event together definitely spent their time doing it. This Solstice party isn't a spontaneous thing, and anyone who goes will hear about the previous parties and how the proprietor does his best to make everyone happy.
Anyone who went to the Harvest Festival or Insomniac's Ball will see a lot of the same people working it, complete with some familiar tattoos. They'll be eager to welcome in any of the Displaced, especially any of the ones who tend to be featured in the shrines around the city.
Once everyone's here, they're welcome to enjoy themselves. Under some of the canopies of trees, there will be beds and futons, giving people places to rest. Some of these will be claimed, so anyone who's eager to stick around for a few days might want to get dibs. Otherwise? It's time to enjoy what's been put together:
FEAST. There will be a feast for the next three days. Aside from the smoked goats, there will be a lot of goat cheese and vegetables. These are the people who put on the harvest festival, after all. There will be a lot of pickled vegetables out on tables, salads, and everything else. Aside from cheese for snacking, anyone can partake in some delicious berries (strawberries, blackberries, raspberries, and blueberries) and nuts (walnuts, pecans, peanuts, and almonds—despite the difficulty in getting most of these in New Amsterdam). There will also be figs, because of course there are figs.
FLOWER CROWNS. To go with the more laidback flair of this event, there will be flower crowns available for everyone. They will look more Christmas-like in spirit, like small little wreaths to go on everyone's heads.
ALCOHOL. Of course, what kind of Solstice or Yule event would it be without alcohol to imbibe? There will be mulled wine available, as well as the delicious apple-flavored beverage of wassail. It seems as if these two things never run out. For anyone avoiding alcohol, there will also be some sparkling grape juice and apple juice.
PSYCHEDELICS. Undoubtedly also inspired by Yule celebrations of old, anyone can partake in some species-specific (and at a safe dosage) amanita. Primarily available as a tea, anyone can drink this pleasant beverage and have a good time together.
MISTLETOE. There will be spots all around the botanical garden where the decorators took good care to make the mistletoe stand out. Surrounded by little lights, no one will be able to miss them. That means they can be easily avoided, if that's what someone would prefer!
BALL PROPRIETOR. While he's not hiding that he put this on, he's just as mysterious as before. If anyone wants to catch his eye at this event, they can. They'll need to stand out to get him to talk to them. To do this, reply below! Ball will definitely be interested in any Displaced trying to catch his eye, but it's still up to them to go through the motions.
As the Solstice party comes to an end, it'll be time to focus on Christmas itself. Around New Amsterdam, this is a deeply commercial holiday. Since most of New Amsterdam's citizens prefer to celebrate Sinterklaas, the day of Christmas itself largely emphasizes purchasing access to Christmas movies and giving gifts to anyone who had been forgotten earlier in the month. For new couples, Christmas Eve acts as a romantic occasion, giving them the chance to spend some time alone. Restaurants around the city will have Christmas Eve and Christmas Day specials and feasts—though these will be very expensive to enjoy.
Once reports start to hit the news about the rapidly healing atmosphere, a strange cypher begins to appear in the replies of people's posts on Cooltalk. This misfire appears at random and without a pattern. While some of the Displaced will get hit on their Cooltalks, they won't be among the majority by any means. How to get ahold of 100342? A reply might do the trick, or it might not. Drop a message in the questions thread with ideas!
Then again, this message more of a simple response to a slight than anything else, most likely recognizable to the displaced, who are familiar with the cipher's formula:
200805 02011414051819 1506 200805 11091407 1506 08051212 04180123 031215190518
200805 02011414051819 1506 200805 11091407 1506 08051212 04180123 031215190518
200805 02011414051819 1506 200805 11091407 1506 08051212 04180123 031215190518
200805 02011414051819 1506 200805 11091407 1506 08051212 04180123 031215190518
200805 02011414051819 1506 200805 11091407 1506 08051212 04180123 031215190518
200805 02011414051819 1506 200805 11091407 1506 08051212 04180123 031215190518
200805 02011414051819 1506 200805 11091407 1506 08051212 04180123 031215190518
200805 02011414051819 1506 200805 11091407 1506 08051212 04180123 031215190518
200805 02011414051819 1506 200805 11091407 1506 08051212 04180123 031215190518
Welcome back to the world of New Amsterdam proper, Larkers! This will act as the mingle log for the month of September since we didn't receive any applications this month. In order to plot out some aftermath, please head over to the CR Meme for the month of September! Our September calendar and Event #006 Aftermath are also up for perusing.
If you'd like to get your character in touch with Ball, please reply to the comment below with how they'd like to stand out! Ball, like all of our NPCs, will act as a means to an end to uncover plot details. With the gates excursion on the horizon, we wanted to make him available for all of the playerbase. Due to time constraints, this means that Gaby won't be available for this log.
If you have any questions about event aftermath, please hit the thread on the Aftermath Post here. If you have any questions about this log, go to the questions thread on this post!
QUESTIONS
Also use this to discuss how to get in touch with Cassius!
the cipher.
if this is the same cipher as last time, anyway. discuss amongst yourselves, etc
GET BALL'S ATTENTION
What will your character be doing to do just that? ]
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It'll drain her to do it, but she'll get a few buds and blooms off by helping the plants grow throughout the evening before people take her home.
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marcos diaz ( ota )
[ marcos doesn't die. he ends up back in new amsterdam with just his memories but that's enough. he doesn't need to come back with gaping wounds and broken bones to be affected.
he comes back and immediately starts avoiding his own apartment. that's...a minefield right now and he doesn't even know where to start. thankfully, the solstice celebration gives him an easy avenue of staying away from everything and everyone. because when he's not angry, he's sad.
and he doesn't know how to deal with a lot of what he's feeling. he wants to yell and scream and put his hand through a wall but he can't really do that.
so, he tries to blend into the party. he finds an empty futon and, with a bottle of wine in hand, watches the crowds around him. when people try and talk to him, he shakes his head and warns them away. he's not really up for conversation with strangers right now.
when he leaves the futon, he wanders around the area, picking up food here and there and, of course, something more to drink.
though he tries to be observant, he finds himself under a mistletoe once or twice but it might be smarter to kiss a pair of scissors. ]
▶ 02. WILDCARD
[ throw anything else not mentioned above at me! find me @
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and now a dream home life where her mother was around caused her to try to destroy an entire world because she gave into the illusion so easily. shame envelops her like a particularly luscious fur coat and she doesn't wear it very well, usual bubbly personality muted.
it's the smell of bbq goat that draws her in, singed satyr is not uncommon when you live in a place with a lava wall, and she tries to be a good partygoer, but her smile falls flat and she eventually slumps onto a futon with a glass of sparkling grape juice that sloshes around the glass and speckles the futon with purple-red juice.
and marcos. ]
Oh, I'm sorry.
[ silena can't do anything right. she can't even sit down properly. ]
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You look like shit.
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rey ( open )
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she's already got a table, and there's an outrageously ornate tea set on the table already. rey has poured herself some. there's something almost fairytale to it, and that point is furthered by the large tree that has sprouted up in the middle of the dining room. the tile has been cleared away from it, but it hasn't been fully integrated into the decorations yet. rey admires it while she sips on her tea. ]
Re: (closed for loki)
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did someone call for a plus one?
he has such plans for that dress. )
You know, ( he begins in that conversational tone that means he's clearly up to something, ) everyone is so into their cups, I doubt they'd notice if we left early.
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moving
along with the box of knickknacks he'd just unloaded from the transport, taking the opportunity to survey the little bedroom. ]
Is this a closet?
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moving
Now, it's just her, a modest wardrobe, a tote of haircare supplies, and a moleskin notebook.
She's careful to wrap herself in something with sleeves and long, baggy pants that don't quite fit her usual look, so she does not get questions about the state of her body. Her memory from the entire deal of their travels was still fuzzy, though she knows she has a duty to reach out to Faith at some point to apologize for what happened. She just hadn't been able to humble herself to it just yet. After all, it was not as if she'd had control of the situation...and acknowledging that takes too much out of her.
She'd already left most of her holdings in the bedroom, but limping in with the remains of her wardrobe is when she finally spots Rey entering the common space.]
Oh--my apologies. I would have greeted you first, had I known you were here already.
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recovering
It's something that tears her up inside.
Touching base with the safehouse is more or less a part of Clarke's routine. She feels like it's been ages since she was there, so she slips inside, spotting Faith soon after. That's where the whole thing about Faith being caught up in Clarke's mess came about. Even if Faith may have acted on her own, Clarke's own sincerity about protecting her daughter and wife likely didn't help.
She trots, picking up speed just a tad, trying to fall into step with Faith.]
Hey. Let me take a look at you. [Clarke doesn't touch her right away. Guilt doesn't have a place here, so she's going to have to work to roll it back.]
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crimes;
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the criminal element!
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cw: suicidal thoughts
cw: also suicidal thoughts/reflection on a suicide attempt
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illya kuryakin ( ota )
[ illya's a little cranky when he wakes up. not dying means he's not too terribly out of sorts but he does not like being manipulated in a way that turned him into something he wasn't. couple that in with forgetting so many important people (he'd forgotten daisy and that, above all else, made him angry) and he was a little grumpier than usual in the immediate aftermath.
but, he's able to explain away his absence to the petrov family as having been dealing with another gang problem and passing them some very mild (but truthful) information about them.
his apartment was in one piece and everything else seemed to be in good order. he supposes it could have been worse. ]
▶ 02. SOLSTICE
[ it doesn't surprise him that new amsterdam is immediately throwing a party after the events of zerzura.
it's familiar and out of place all at once. but, illya doesn't dwell too much because there
is meat to eat and there is beer to drink and while illya isn't a completely stereotypical russian, after having nothing like this in zerzura, he is going to indulge.
he watches a group vacate a futon under a tree and he takes a seat there, using the free side to put his food down because how many people would want to sit with him anyway? ]
▶ 03. WILDCARD
[ throw anything else not mentioned above at me! find me @
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she is only a few drinks in, plate piled high with berries and cheese and pear slices after she finds someone to slice up pears for her because toast spread with goat's cheese and topped with pear slices is excellent. far better than the take out she's been existing on for the past two days, chinese food for breakfast is a low point.
rounding the corner, she finds illya and despite him spreading his meal around, she perches on a free spot like she owns it, like this is casual. like she hadn't forgotten him on that hell world. ]
Would you like a pear?
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takeshi kovacs ( ota )
[ the longer and longer kovacs is here, the more he hates it. he hates being manipulated without his consent and he hates coming back and just having to shrug his shoulders because there was nothing he could fucking do about it.
so, you know where you're going to find kovacs? in the presence of booze and drugs. because that's how he copes. that's how he fucking deals with this place.
he doesn't want to celebrate a fucking solstice or a fucking holiday. he wants to drink and medicate himself against knowing that he can be turned into someone else.
so, if you want to find him, look for the man on the futon with his feet up and an array of coping mechanisms around him.
there's a jaunty, feather bedecked hat on his head. that hat isn't his. he'd actually stolen it from someone on the way to futon and he'd probably ruined their holiday but oh well.
he looks like a douche and he knows it but it made him feel better. ]
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[ throw anything else not mentioned above at me! find me @
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she's a sullen drunk this evening, double fisting the mulled wine as if it's going to run out.
a familiar face comes into view as she makes her way to those rather comfy looking futons while in need of somewhere to rest her exhausted bones. it's only the fact that she's too tired to give a damn that she doesn't bother giving him shit, instead sitting down beside him because it looks like he's having about as good a time as she is.]
You look like shit.
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solstice!
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caroline forbes › both closed & open prompts
› all we can do is keep breathing (open)
› wildcard
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those weren't words that should be delivered through another person. those were words meant for face to face interactions, for private conversations and quiet emotions. not for this. not for what he'd gotten.
but she'd died except marcos was staring at her right now, looking very much alive. she was drinking and there were wisps of hair tickling her face. her cheeks were red, eyes bright and all he can think about is that she'd died.
after making him promise to stay, after saving his life, she'd died and left him with an open wound. everyone left him. no one wanted to stay no matter what he did.
he stares at her for so long his eyes water but it's not for lack of blinking. he is not going to cry. he's so angry, so angry at so many things and she is included in those things so he swipes at his eyes and contemplates leaving. he doesn't know if he's ready for this.
but, his feet don't move and he just glares. ]
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goro akechi | ota
And when he was free, he couldn't burn it to the ground.
Akechi doesn't stick around at the riverfront for long. It's time to go into full on avoidance mode. Get a hotel room away from his apartment with Ren? Yes. Avoid the safehouse where he might run into his fake family? Also yes.
Unfortunately, he finds himself unable to stay away from the Winter Solstice celebration. That's where he'll be for a few days, but clearly unaccustomed to ... partying. He'll drink, but most of it won't go down. And anyone who approaches him will be met with a smile and a nod. Oh, he hasn't been avoidant. Why would he ever do that?]
Should we ask them about Nautilus? [Because that's an important point of discussion.
Very important.]
[ooc: I am open to most things with Akechi! But since he's avoiding like a dummy, we might need to talk about it. Let me know! Or we can assume a text conversation here to find him, or whatever. Let's do it.
I'm here on the CR meme if you want to work something out!]
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The ones with the math tattoos?
[ she takes a sip of her non-alcoholic drink, gesturing to one of the people with a sacred geometry tattoo, falling into conversation easy enough despite being strangers in person. ]
No harm in asking.
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riku | ota
[Returning to New Amsterdam isn't the weird part. Waking up from death isn't weird, either. Riku feels as if he's been here before: taking a leap to help a friend, or even some enemies. He still doesn't know where Zerzura falls in that. The people of that world never asked for their particularly strange brand of existence. He just knows that they deserve to live. Letting people die was never on the table.
But here he is: alive. It's a few days out from Christmas. That's the Christmas he knows best. It's time to get that together. The good news is that his job is one that's primarily janitorial while they run the Christmas market at the stadium, so he's not missed for too long.
So, what will Riku be up to? Checking on people. If someone is a Displaced, they're being looked after. It's easier with the people he knows, but the ones he doesn't? Well, that'll be harder.
For his closer friends, Riku will be seeking them out with a particularly large tote bag in tow. Yes, he's playing Santa...ku? Santaku? Riku Claus? Well, whatever it is, it's in the Christmas spirit. And passing around gifts is a good way to do that. If someone is his friend, he probably got them a gift. Though the ones he knows less well will see Riku's lack of creativity come to the forefront.
But ... he's trying.
Riku will be skipping the Solstice festivities. That's not really his jam.]
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[General note: down for any new powers figuring out, dreamwalking, memory share, etc. Let's do this!
My link on the CR meme.]
vague gesture at christmas prep
So he's made a list. He's checked it twice. He...hasn't gotten past that part, which is why Riku might find a frowning Roxas if he ventures up to the roof of their house.]
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clarke griffin | ota
[Clarke doesn't die, nor does she make a choice.
She's crippled by indecision in guilt. Not unlike those final moments where Josephine Lightbourne had nearly taken her life, Clarke is too stunned to act. There is no Bellamy here to jar her into responding, into doing something—
And then she finds herself on the ground alongside the river. The ground is wet, and she pushes herself upright. Clarke isn't immune to crying in public, and that's what she does here, at least at first. Madi wasn't really there. She had none of that life, and yet she slipped into it as if she could.
Clarke looks over at someone close to her and asks,]
What now?
the days that follow
[Once Clarke pulls herself together, it's time to get moving. Figure out where to move next. Find a new job? That's definitely on the horizon for her.
When she catches wind of the Winter Solstice, she makes a point of going to the event. There is nothing that can keep her from being there: Ball needs to help them. Their time is limited, stripped away by being somewhere else. She knows what he looks like, so that means she can locate him. But—oddly—he'll be impossible to find.
Once that proves true, she tries to enjoy the festivities. Drinking, dancing, and eating smoked goat. She'll be happy to explain the smoking process to someone: idle chit chat that no one wants to be trapped doing. She won't be doing any of the shrooms—probably, anyway. Someone could convince her.
No matter what, Clarke doesn't last all three days of the event. Rather than returning home, she goes to the safehouse to begin planning a trip to New Oslo. Even if she doesn't recognize who's there, she'll wave them over to ask for their advice. Who wanted to be on a travel planning committee? To Clarke, the answer is everyone.
Keep busy. Keep busy, because that's what matters.]
nightmares (dreamwalking)
[Keeping busy doesn't keep the nightmares away. Once Clarke sleeps, she accidentally leaves the doors open to her dreams. These days, her dreams are about losing Madi: her daughter slipping away, Josephine Lightbourne responsible for it. Sometimes Josephine looks like her first form (I), and sometimes she looks like her eighth form (VIII). The latter is Clarke herself, leaving Clarke viewing her daughter's death through a mirror. A reflection in a glass. Hopeless to stop it.
Other dreams are calmer: the inside of a ship, pencil drawings scrawled all over the walls. But there's the feeling of being trapped. Clarke adds to them, only stopping when she hears a step. She crouches in position, looking up.]
How did you get here?
[And then there are others: where someone may find themselves on the other end of a gun held by Clarke. Her eyes are determined. And she is definitely Clarke.]
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[Down for any new power shenanigans or Clarke slipping into someone else's dreams. Also, Christmas? Clarke will be troubled for the rest of December, feeling immensely guilty and afraid that she'll slip back into her troubled ways.
For any plans of anything more specific, see my CR meme thread here.]
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whatever they did to heal her from everything on scarif had helped the majority of her malnutrition and the bugs have never bothered her as a source of protein, but meat is the number one reason she goes to social events. prompto's birthday party had sausages and you can bet she filled her pockets with them.
if clarke thinks jyn is stealing goat meet for leftovers now, well. she isn't wrong. jyn's plate is piled high with more meat than even she can eat and she casually leaves the table and casually heads toward the exist. but she stops when she spots clarke. ]
Hey.
[ that's it, just an easy greeting. jyn's expressions are generally neutral, but she doesn't seem mad at clarke. ]
cw: suicide, thanks hundies
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a wildcard // cw violence and general tvd themes
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yalena "dutch" yardeen
» dream share (nsfw)
» memory share & wildcard
wildcard › el nysa memory share
He can't get drunk, so a round (or two, or five) in the ring, bloodying people up and getting bloodied up in turn, is Jack's form of addiction. As usual, he fights with the visor firmly in place over his face, and it's only after he's called it quits for the night and changed in the locker room that people can get a glimpse of how bruised and battered he might be.
His healing factor helps, so in this instance he's got little more than some dried blood under his nose and a swollen right eye to show for his fights. He's on his way out (the place is on the verge of shutting down for the night) when he spots Dutch, getting herself a final drink before the bar closes up.
After giving a wet sniff around the clotted blood in his nose, he speaks up from behind her. ]
You just don't know when to quit, do you?
[ Look who's talking. ]
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solstice.
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bobbi "katelin philips" morse
» winter solstice
» wildcard
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she's flittering around said party with a mug of warm milk that now tastes like hot cocoa, her dress and flower crown making her look like a winter sprite. she's passing under a canopy of leaves bedecked in fairy lights, when she spots bobbi and stops, awkwardly hovering before she takes a deep breath and forces it out into a smile. ]
Hi.
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diana prince | dceu | ota
[Diana remembers her death vividly. She had spent five thousand years preparing for the moment when she'd be forced to decide if a cause was worth her life. That was what Antiope's training had been for, hadn't it? To face battle, to give her life in the name of something noble, something righteous. But she doesn't feel noble or righteous. She feels--
Afraid.
When she wakes on the riverbank, she whispers a prayer to all her dead gods, eyes stinging from tears she wipes away before they can fall. And just on the coattails of that pain comes--a calm. Inexplicably, the grief and the fear are soothed between one breath and the next.
That scares her nearly as much as dying.
She's on her feet within moments, scanning the area, taking stock of who is nearby. She strides to the closest person, reaching out a halting hand before letting her arm drop to her side.]
Do you--are you alright?
[She's breathless, both from the shock of living and the realization of how far she'd let herself fall. But thinking about that will have to come later. Right now, there are people who need to be grounded, and she tells herself that her feet are planted firmly enough on the ground to be the one to help them.]
ii. and you're standing on the edge face up [the solstice]
[While she hadn't initially planned on going to the party, the past few days have simply been so strange that she feels a little distraction will do her some good. Maybe it will help her stop thinking about how far she'd fallen into the fantasy of Zerzura, about how she'd had a taste of what she's denied herself these past hundred years.
And how much she wishes it hadn't all been a lie.
She has a few drinks, and samples the delicacies offered at the feast table (it all tastes of ash, but she tries to make herself enjoy it). On rare occasions, she'll even be found beneath the mistletoe, though she won't realize it's there, too busy staring out at the crowd of people with a slightly nostalgic look in her eyes. This attempt at normalcy isn't really working to calm her inner turmoil, but overall she's doing a fair job of hiding it (or so she tells herself).
She's quick to smile if approached, but the expression never quite reaches her eyes.]
Enjoying yourself?
iii. 'cause you're a natural [wildcard]
[i'm down for anything, including power linking (though diana doesn't know hers yet) and dreamwalking/memory share. i have a preliminary list of shareable memories here, though if there's a particular memory you'd like your character to see, just let me know. she'll be especially interested in reaching out to those she had direct contact with during their time in zerzura. also, here is my cr meme link! feel free to pm me or message me on plurk at
ii;
but he's not in the mood for partying. still, he sees diana, and he knows her well enough to feel comfortable approaching her. jason stops a few steps behind her, a drink in hand and a softer smile than what he'd usually give on his lips. it doesn't reach his eyes, either. )
Nah. Not my scene.
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cassian andor | ota
( b ) dreamwalking
( c ) CLOSED; riverwalking
( d ) wildcarding!
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there is something different about this time. no recovery period, no injuries outside of the ones she already had, no sand. she's sprawled across the wet riverbank, feeling the cool, damp ground under her weary bones, letting the sound of the gentle moving water calm her until she is jarred out of it by cassian calling her name and the sound of him scrambling across the muddy bank until he is next to her, cold fingers ghosting across her cheek and trying to shake her awake.
calmly, without opening her eyes: ] We're covered in mud.
[ she is pretty sure he got mud on her cheek. ]
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a dream is a wish your heart makes but idk what this is
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nill (klein) | DOGS: BULLETS & CARNAGE | ota
[After being born, Nill had known that she would probably die sooner than later. People like her--people who were made to be used then discarded--simply weren't meant to last. Even after Heine had rescued her, and even after her time on the ship, she'd always viewed her life as on a timer. She'd thought her time had run out when the ship had started to fail; she remembers struggling to breathe, her chest heavy and darkness creeping into the edges of her vision. Her hand stretched out to the garden door, salvation so close but just out of reach. It had hurt, more than she'd thought it would, but a part of her had been ready, convinced that it was simply her time. She'd told herself that Bishop might have been proud to know that.
But she'd escaped by the skin of her teeth, and had treasured every day she'd had since then.
This time, when she'd come to her senses in Zerzura and made the choice to die, she'd known there was no way to really be ready. She wanted to live, but she also hadn't been able to condemn either the people of Zerzura or the world of New Amsterdam to death. So she hadn't let herself think about it too much, had simply grabbed the spear and--been gone.
When she opens her eyes on the riverbank, she stares up at the sky without moving for several minutes, numbed by shock. Once she's finally able to make herself sit up, it feels as if her limbs aren't her own, as if this may be another dream. Silent tears streak down her face unchecked, and she reaches up to pass her fingers through their trail, not sure when she started crying. She knows she must look like a wreck. She feels like a wreck.
Still, she finds the mind to stand on wobbly legs. She isn't scared anymore--in fact, she feels sort of peaceful. Maybe she is dead. Maybe New Amsterdam is her Limbo. She looks around, blinking rapidly before scrubbing her arm across her face to hide the remnants of her tears. If this is Limbo, there sure are a lot of familiar faces. Which... doesn't seem right.
Still in that strange serene trance, she starts towards the closest person with something close to hope in her eyes as her wings flutter behind her. Maybe they aren't dead. Maybe, somehow, they made it. She just needs to be sure.]
ii. she's the last true mouthpiece [sunpeak garden, etc.]
[Once reality has finally set in (yes, she'd died, many of them had, but somehow they'd come back), the melancholy that had just started to fade before Zerzura sets in again. Nill spends her evenings wandering the city as if seeing it for the first time with fresh eyes. And that isn't so far from the truth--the city is becoming a veritable jungle, with new plants popping up everywhere.
She visits the gardens, accidentally veering near Sunpeak Garden the day the holiday festival starts. She tries to worm her way through the crowd, not feeling like navigating any intense social situations, but also not wanting to be rude. So she'll stop to quickly chat with anyone who catches her in the crush.
Eventually, she makes it out the other side with only one bottle of cider pushed into her hand and a flower crown on her head. Nill huffs out a breath as she moves away from the party, eventually finding a nearby bench where she can still see the decorations and festivities, but has a little quiet. She sets the cider untouched on the ground between her feet, leaning back on the bench and sighing.]
iii. every sunday's getting more bleak [wildcard]
[i'm down for anything! nill will wander around new amsterdam mostly, trying to reconcile her feelings about dying. i'm down for power linking (nill's power is density manipulation, lowering her own density to phase), as well as memory shares. i have a preliminary list of shareable memories here, and here is my cr meme link. feel free to pm me or message me on plurk at
ɪ. ᴡʜʏ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ? (ᴡᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ)
What in the world are you? ( he's spotted the girl with the small feathered wings. she seems to have appeared out of nowhere. hold on. might he be truly dead? is she some sort of an angel? )
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The OA | The OA | OTA
Not all deaths come equally. Some are a surprise, a blow to the back of the head at the edge of a cliff. Some are long, lingering, skin-crawlingly intimate: holding eye contact even as one's lungs burn for want of air, as one vision swims and clouds and finally gives way. Only a few are chosen, walked into willingly, grasped with understanding.
It is impossible to be prepared for any of them. It's even harder to be prepared for what comes after.
The OA wakes, dragged back to consciousness by forces unknown, and her first understanding is that she's well and truly dead. The colour blue. Hadn't Hap asked about that? There's a flavour, moreover, to the intrusive serenity she thinks at first that she recognises, except... except it isn't all-encompassing, it doesn't feel like hers. And... and even in the water, she realises, even in the most dazzling darkness, there was never any wet.
OA opens her eyes and is almost surprised to see the sky swim into view. The rush of water, the towering buildings -- she's back. Back here. Which means in a way, part of her is well and truly dead. The current of that understanding runs underneath the bubble of serenity that buoys her to her feet, pulls her stumbling silent closer to the riverside, full of the numbness of a loss not yet fully realised.
For a long time she simply stands, watching the waters eddy and swirl, all that it carries passing her inexorably by. Others stir, come to, go; unless disturbed, OA is blind to them, adrift on a private sea.
And the rain comes.
It's as the first light droplets begin to fall that she begins to move. It's slow at first: her hands come up to meet at her chest, palms outward, thumbs and forefingers forming a triangle of empty space. As they push away, her arms extending, that shape maintained, her head falls back; a roll of the wrists and it's forward again, a guttural hiss to accompany the fluttering of fingers. She moves, dance-like but strange, arrhythmic, flowing shapes punctuated by sound, visceral inrushes and outrushes of breath. Some motions are animal, some like prayer, some bend and shift and some seem to break. She grasps her heart to herself, forces the air from her lungs. She straightens and slowly, tenderly, with two fingers closes her eyes as though closing the eyes of a corpse, drawing in a death-rattle breath.
And then it begins again.
This is her act of mourning, this breathtakingly private thing, undertaken openly, heedless of prying eyes. This is how she says goodbye to Nina Azarova, this is her send-off to the woman she could have been.
ii. there's an ordinary world somehow i have to find [winter solstice]
OA can't remember the last time she saw this much fresh food in one place. It's overwhelming; her stomach churns with both yearning and revulsion as the smell of it washes over her. There's an aura of pilgrimage about this slight blond woman as she approaches the spread through the crowd, naked wonder on her face at the quantity and variety of it all.
If ever she'd doubted what had happened to her -- and she had, even with the medical reports, even with the truth of it carved into her flesh -- this moment would drive the reality home. The bounty is shocking; she feels that shock viscerally. At war within her are the impulse to take all she can and devour it as swiftly as she can before it's gone, and the impulse to put down stakes and savour. Who knows when she'll have the opportunity again? If she were the only person here, she might find a way to alternate between the two.
As it is, OA's hand is shaking when she reaches out to gather a modest handful of berries. Their tenderness is heartbreaking; she cups them in her palm, close to her chest, like they're the most precious things she's ever seen. The queue slows and she can't resist anymore: slowly, almost guiltily, she pops one into her mouth, her eyes falling shut, brows rising in something like shock in tandem with a sharp intake of breath at the burst of flavour when she bites down.
She could weep. For a moment she nearly does. What happens instead, as she chews slowly and swallows and the immediacy of the experience has for a moment lessened is that she begins to laugh. Her shoulders hunch and her head ducks and she shakes her head, chuckling helplessly with the joy of it, and at the knowledge of how absolutely conspicuous she must be, especially now.
"Sorry," she says to the unfortunate soul nearest her, voice still rich with that strange mirth; her eyes are swimming with it when she opens them again. "This is just so good."
iii. and as i try to make my way to the ordinary world, i will learn to survive [wildcard]
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And then he's on his back, staring up at a gray sky.
Slowly he sits up, and while he should be alarmed and confused and angry all at once, he mainly just feels calm. At ease. And that in and of itself is concerning, especially since it doesn't feel like the emotion belongs to him. It's sort of like the empathy bond he usually goes to great lengths to avoid -- except he's not making contact with anything but the earth beneath him.
He eventually stands, and it's that serene feeling that has him lingering at the riverbank longer than he would normally, watching some of the other Displaced take their leave. What snaps him out of the false sense of calm is when he sees a woman down closer to the river, performing some kind of strange interpretive dance or... whatever that's supposed to be.
It's that sound she makes, a rattle in the back of her throat, that has Jack drawing closer. He watches her go through another round of the almost ritualistic movements before he speaks up. ]
You all right?
[ Is it rude to interrupt? Probably. But also... what the hell. ]
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