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filloryfanatic) wrote in meadowlarklogs2020-03-07 09:08 pm
We're talking away I don't know what I'm to say
WHO: Quentin Coldwater + You!
WHERE: Red Wings + Dreamscapes + around
WHEN: March 15th-31st
WHAT: Catch-all! Quentin's memories and general hanging around.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Mental illness, possible suicidal thoughts, character death, all will be marked! Spoilers for The Magicians season 4.
1. Red Wings, whenever
[Quentin is trying to come up with ideas to make Red Wings more popular, and he is still learning the ropes of how this particular city works in terms of PR and marketing. He's making some headway, it's just a process. He has always been better with social media and online interaction than in person, like any stereotypical Millenial. He can be spotted wandering around the place taking pictures; usually 'artistic' intended shots, making the pool table look cooler for example of a nice shot of the bar all stocked.
Outside of that off-hours, he is usually there because everyone else is, or if he's waiting for Eliot's shift to be over. He's fairly shy outside of the people he already knows, but he'll look up if someone comes in or says hello and flash a smile, eager to talk. Quentin doesn't like being alone, he's only not great at asking for company. Otherwise he'll be reading up on his neural interface and nursing a drink.
He can also be found playing pool, helping bust tables for the rest of the staff, cleaning off surfaces to be helpful.]
2. Mental Hospital Dream - TW for mental illness, possible suicidal thoughts
[It is a very drab looking place, the hospital. Everything is in subdued colors and people move like they're sleepwalking down the halls. Doctors in white coats and nurses in blue or purple scrubs walk around, gently assisting dazed individuals to their rooms or to the common room spaces. No matter what is asked of the nurses, they will reply with 'that is not permitted,' and occasionally continue on to say 'because you can harm yourself and others.' The most populated area is the game room where there are puzzles and games happening, but occasionally people do confusing things, shout, scream, or get ushered off by doctors.
There are groups sitting in a circle, their words all sounding nothing more than a strange humming, as if they're opening their mouths and talking but nothing is coming out. Quentin himself can be seen in the far corner, by the windows, a pack of cards in front of him. There are at least three packs of cards that are strewn about on the floor around him, covering the wood floors. He is in gray sweatpants and a shirt, dark hair long, eyes heavily circled with lack of sleep and general hopelessness.]
No, no, I'm telling you, I'm telling you. It's real. I did it. I did.
[His hands shaking, a little manic, he takes the cards out and shuffles them, his fingers moving fast and intently. He either is talking to no one, himself, or whoever is nearby.]
Watch. [Quentin abruptly throws the cards, and for a second, a long beat, they freeze in the air. They hover and stay, and then all of a sudden crash to the floor. It was a miss it and blink moment. He swears and goes to the ground, trying to pick them all up.] No, I can do it, it works, I'm not crazy.
3. Fillory Love Shack Dream
[It's a very peaceful and simple spot in a pastoral type of clearing. A patch of land with a small modest hut, laundry line, a bed outside, and most importantly a large square white space with a stack of multi-colored tiles that all put together can fill up the space. About half of them are already in the mosaic, the rest nearby. The rest of the space seems designed to fit around this square, as if it's all that matters.
A slightly older Quentin can be found sorting the tiles, his hair long and held back in a ponytail. Nearby on the bed a boy of about five or six is sleeping, a blanket pulled up to his chin. Quentin frowns and sets one down that he was working on, adjusting the wedding ring on his finger. He glances up when he senses someone nearby.]
Want to give it a try? It's supposed to reflect the beauty of all life in a bunch of tiles. [He reaches down to pick up a nearby basket.] Peach or plum?
4. Mirror World Dream - TW for Death
[The Mirror World feels unsteady the moment you exist in it. It's in grays and black and whites, it feels unnatural, upside down. Even people used to feeling in control might sense something wrong in this place. Its hallways are long and all in confusing gray tones. It seems quiet, until a scream pierces the air. The scream of someone who is about to watch someone they love die and there's nothing they can do.
No, Alice screams, as Penny pulls her away. It's too late and some part of her knows that, but she can't help her denial. In the hallway, Penny pulls Alice in what appears to be slow motions out into it, her fighting the entire way, and the room inside was once large and beautiful with a very large mirror.
All movement seems to be slowed down to a fraction. The mirror mends, the man diving toward it dies, and the room explodes into eerily beautiful sparks of light. They are blinding as they shimmer throughout the room. Quentin is turned toward Alice and Penny as they escape and then he is torn apart by the light until nothing remains. The room freezes. It rewinds. It starts the memory over. Every time Quentin repeats the action that leads to his death, but if anyone else tries to get in the middle, it all will freeze in time at once. ]
5. Wildcard
[ooc: grab him on the street or somewhere else you want him to be, or message me at waftingcurtains on plurk to talk]
WHERE: Red Wings + Dreamscapes + around
WHEN: March 15th-31st
WHAT: Catch-all! Quentin's memories and general hanging around.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Mental illness, possible suicidal thoughts, character death, all will be marked! Spoilers for The Magicians season 4.
1. Red Wings, whenever
[Quentin is trying to come up with ideas to make Red Wings more popular, and he is still learning the ropes of how this particular city works in terms of PR and marketing. He's making some headway, it's just a process. He has always been better with social media and online interaction than in person, like any stereotypical Millenial. He can be spotted wandering around the place taking pictures; usually 'artistic' intended shots, making the pool table look cooler for example of a nice shot of the bar all stocked.
Outside of that off-hours, he is usually there because everyone else is, or if he's waiting for Eliot's shift to be over. He's fairly shy outside of the people he already knows, but he'll look up if someone comes in or says hello and flash a smile, eager to talk. Quentin doesn't like being alone, he's only not great at asking for company. Otherwise he'll be reading up on his neural interface and nursing a drink.
He can also be found playing pool, helping bust tables for the rest of the staff, cleaning off surfaces to be helpful.]
2. Mental Hospital Dream - TW for mental illness, possible suicidal thoughts
[It is a very drab looking place, the hospital. Everything is in subdued colors and people move like they're sleepwalking down the halls. Doctors in white coats and nurses in blue or purple scrubs walk around, gently assisting dazed individuals to their rooms or to the common room spaces. No matter what is asked of the nurses, they will reply with 'that is not permitted,' and occasionally continue on to say 'because you can harm yourself and others.' The most populated area is the game room where there are puzzles and games happening, but occasionally people do confusing things, shout, scream, or get ushered off by doctors.
There are groups sitting in a circle, their words all sounding nothing more than a strange humming, as if they're opening their mouths and talking but nothing is coming out. Quentin himself can be seen in the far corner, by the windows, a pack of cards in front of him. There are at least three packs of cards that are strewn about on the floor around him, covering the wood floors. He is in gray sweatpants and a shirt, dark hair long, eyes heavily circled with lack of sleep and general hopelessness.]
No, no, I'm telling you, I'm telling you. It's real. I did it. I did.
[His hands shaking, a little manic, he takes the cards out and shuffles them, his fingers moving fast and intently. He either is talking to no one, himself, or whoever is nearby.]
Watch. [Quentin abruptly throws the cards, and for a second, a long beat, they freeze in the air. They hover and stay, and then all of a sudden crash to the floor. It was a miss it and blink moment. He swears and goes to the ground, trying to pick them all up.] No, I can do it, it works, I'm not crazy.
3. Fillory Love Shack Dream
[It's a very peaceful and simple spot in a pastoral type of clearing. A patch of land with a small modest hut, laundry line, a bed outside, and most importantly a large square white space with a stack of multi-colored tiles that all put together can fill up the space. About half of them are already in the mosaic, the rest nearby. The rest of the space seems designed to fit around this square, as if it's all that matters.
A slightly older Quentin can be found sorting the tiles, his hair long and held back in a ponytail. Nearby on the bed a boy of about five or six is sleeping, a blanket pulled up to his chin. Quentin frowns and sets one down that he was working on, adjusting the wedding ring on his finger. He glances up when he senses someone nearby.]
Want to give it a try? It's supposed to reflect the beauty of all life in a bunch of tiles. [He reaches down to pick up a nearby basket.] Peach or plum?
4. Mirror World Dream - TW for Death
[The Mirror World feels unsteady the moment you exist in it. It's in grays and black and whites, it feels unnatural, upside down. Even people used to feeling in control might sense something wrong in this place. Its hallways are long and all in confusing gray tones. It seems quiet, until a scream pierces the air. The scream of someone who is about to watch someone they love die and there's nothing they can do.
No, Alice screams, as Penny pulls her away. It's too late and some part of her knows that, but she can't help her denial. In the hallway, Penny pulls Alice in what appears to be slow motions out into it, her fighting the entire way, and the room inside was once large and beautiful with a very large mirror.
All movement seems to be slowed down to a fraction. The mirror mends, the man diving toward it dies, and the room explodes into eerily beautiful sparks of light. They are blinding as they shimmer throughout the room. Quentin is turned toward Alice and Penny as they escape and then he is torn apart by the light until nothing remains. The room freezes. It rewinds. It starts the memory over. Every time Quentin repeats the action that leads to his death, but if anyone else tries to get in the middle, it all will freeze in time at once. ]
5. Wildcard
[ooc: grab him on the street or somewhere else you want him to be, or message me at waftingcurtains on plurk to talk]
DAMNIT HTML
( It's a joke but it's also the truth. Quentin was pretty baffled when he woke up here and he isn't so arrogant as to think this is his mind creating something as it dies. He knows that other people here are dead back home so it wouldn't be a surprise to someone who's been here for awhile, but it's still new to him. )
This place isn't bad. It sucks not to see my friends again, but that would've been true back there too, so. ( Quentin shrugs. ) if you want to go home though, I'll cross my fingers for you.
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( it is something he should really decide upon at some point considering he has been here awhile and he wants to hope he'll have the opportunity to go home at some point. )
But no, this place isn't so bad. It could be much, much worse.
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( Quentin knows why he and Eliot want to, and he assumes there are a few others like him who definitely cannot go home or have good reasons. He knows Klaus is dead. He thinks Godric is as well. But this guy seems to have reasons he might want to leave, so the question isn't about that, it's why not.)
I mean, if I was alive, I'd definitely want to go back.
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( so, a similar reason to quentin even though illya is not dead as far as he knows. )
She is from far in the future than I am so this will most likely be the only place I can be with her. If I go home, I will die before she is even born, I am sure.
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( Quentin understands, definitely. The two of them don't have to be dead in order for this to be the only place they can be together, unfortunately. Love across the multiverse is sort of doomed, as it would be from the dead to the living. He feels for Illya.)
That's really great, if you think about it. Like, it's romantic.
( He blushes slightly, since he speaks out of turn, but his rambling thoughts make sense eventually. )
I mean, throughout different times and universes you two have found each other and found love together, and that's hard for people to find even within their own time. It's like star-crossed lovers, only, um, hopefully, with a better ending.
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( no, he agrees but he is not an easy man to get to admit to romantic notions like that. he's stodgy and russian and while he agrees that the luck of finding someone here who could tolerate him was special, it's not easy to say that out loud. )
Hopefully with a better ending. I do not know what the future holds especially as long as we are here. If we are here, anything could and probably will happen.
( up to and including someone dying or disappearing. )
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( Quentin's super curious. He hasn't met a couple here so far that only met and can't be together here. It's very romantic as he already said but also higher risk of tragedy. If he or El goes, it'll be terrible, but they did get to live an entire life together. He wonders what world he would pick to go to, if he had the option, since his is impossible. )
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( she would have difficulty doing what she wanted to do because of attitudes that were prevalent. )
I would have a hard time in her world but I think I could adapt better.
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( Quentin's caught on to Illya being from the past, from what he's saying. Not that the modern era is sooooo fantastic about appreciating women, but probably not as much. )
You adapted to this place, to being literally yoinked from your world into some weird sci-fi adventure, pretty sure you can adapt to most things. Is your accent Russian? I kind of assumed, but I've met people here who are like, not from Earth, but have Earth-sounding accents and it's weird.
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( would he still be in rome if he ever went back? would he ever get that chance? )
From the sixties. So, this is still quite the change for me.
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[Quentin saw New York as the big city, as his chance at greatness, and he did excel extremely well in his studies. It just seems like that was a few lifetimes ago, which in some ways, it definitely was.]
Oh, it's been awhile but ... [He clears his throat.]
I can speak Russian. I had good practice studying with Professor Mischa Mayakovsky, one of our best magicians.*
[One of Quentin's greatest strengths is in linguistics. He has an accent but decent pronunciation.]
[ooc: google translate is a butcher lol this seemed easier.]
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( he frowns at that, trying to parse if he'd heard incorrectly but no, he's sure this man said magician. )
Do you mean like pulling a rabbit out of the hat kind of magic?
( was there another kind? )
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No, well, I can do that too. It's what we call magic users in my world. Witches, warlocks, wizards, mages, those are all fine terms too.
( He's not one anymore, but he still feels like he can't lose that identity. Magic might be gone but it's still who he is, under the skin. )
I think people used magicians because the rest of the world isn't supposed to know magic is real, so you can talk about magicians in public with people thinking rabbit out of the hat, and not this person can open a black hole over my head.
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( he's seen basic, amateur magic on television shows and on the streets even in russia but a black hole is something all together different.
he's not surprised because he's been in this place long enough to see strange things but still. )
And not injure yourself?
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( Alice still is the best magician he's ever met; it was a smart day for him, when he realized he would never be better than her, and didn't need to be. He just wanted at the time to be better for her now. )
We can do a lot of things with magic. Use the elements, read minds, use telekinesis, create illusions. It takes focus and energy to do spells, so you can hurt yourself by using too much, but ... it doesn't matter here. I can't use any of it.
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( he himself had no experience with that but he knows daisy had. he knows many people. )
You were given an ability in exchange for what you lost, correct?
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( And it fucking hurt, missing it this much. It was like someone sucked the special out of him and left him very aware of how useless he was without it and in a brand new world. )
I guess I do? I haven't been able to figure it out, and I've tried.
( Oh how he's tried. Hours of it. Testing out all the ways he knew how to typically make magic, or focusing very much on an object or something in the room. So far, nothing. )
I'm just hoping it doesn't take me another twenty-three years to figure out this one.
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( illya supposes he had gotten lucky in that his had been easily figured out because he got angry so often. )
Not even a hint of it?
html *waves fist*
( Quentin wasn't the most powerful magic user in his world, not even in his group of friends, he was middle of the pack mostly. But it was still power. It still meant he could do a spell and push someone telekinetically back, or any number of battle and useful spells to keep them alive. Instead he's just ... powerless.)
How the mighty have fallen.
( He says dryly, trying to smile although there's regret in his eyes. It sucks to be useless. )
I don't know how to fight too, so. I'm an academic.
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( there were plenty of those types in this city, weren't there? illya isn't one of them though he does know how to fight.
he just doesn't know how to teach. )
There are people who do that. They train in self defense and in powers.
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( Honestly it's something he should have at least attempted to do awhile ago. They were so dependent on their powers, and magic didn't solve everything. He doesn't mind the hard work although he might complain a little, but still. Illya is right. He should follow up on that and make it happen.)
For powers ... I don't know. I figured it would be more helpful if I figured mine out first and then asked for people to help. I don't know what kind mine are. Training in like, elemental magic is different from training in, um, telekinesis or teleporting.
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( which is fairly basic but maybe it'll give quentin something to go off of. )
But there are some people who can present you with different situations and see if that triggers something.
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( It's such a stupid thing but Quentin can't help smiling in a self-deprecating way.)
I'm just like ... not a really angry person? I can't really psych myself up to be angry, I'm more like the person that someone runs into and I'm the one that apologizes.
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( because he was an angry person by default. it was how he existed. )
Yours could be activated by something completely different. I would not concentrate solely on anger.
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[Quentin did magic unknowingly long before he actually realized what was real. Some magic required focus and power, but smaller gestures were a different story. It might be the same here, with whatever he can do. Something that can go under the radar until he notices. Or really ... he just hopes he hasn't missed the signs.]
I only hope it's not book related. [He smiles wryly.] I know they say the powers sort of make sense to the person, and me being a nerd is high on my list of traits, but there's no books, so. That would be a stupid power to have.
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i'll definitely do that!!