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meadowlarklogs2020-03-07 09:08 pm
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]
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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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( it would be worthless and useless in a world without paper. he shakes his head because he would not wish that on anyone.
well, maybe solo. )
I would hope that whoever gives us these abilities isn't that terrible of a person.
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[Quentin's heard a variety of points of view on this, but he's very interested still in everyone he can ask. And if Illya's been here this long, he might have insight that Quentin's newbie speculation hasn't gotten at yet. He already has a lot of theories but they're all in his head.]
Gave us the abilities I mean. Brought us here.
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( he's tried to make guesses but all the guesses he's had have proven incorrect for one reason or another. )
The people I thought might have been the culprits are the ones that a directly contesting us. I do not think they'd give us something just to have it used against them.
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[Quentin knows about Morningstar, the Displaced, and the UNA, those seem to be the big places. He knows there are other groups like GIles Bell and some others, but he hasn't put it all into frame for himself yet. It's hard to read the terrain until all the players are on the board.]
They definitely wouldn't. Unless it was an accident. What happened with us, messing with the multiverse, it might not have been intentional.
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( whoever's done this to them has realized that they've done something beneficial and thus, they've kept doing it. )
Maybe the first time was accidental but every time afterward was not.
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[That is frankly what Quentin thinks is most likely. Of course it's possible that it was an accident and then people kept using it, but it seems more deliberate as time goes on. And if their 'worshippers' are correct they have some reasons to think this is all part of some kind of plan ... which is something he's been through before. That's his own experiences informing him though.]
I mean, Gaby said that when everyone first got here, there was a monster attack like right after. And we've been in the middle of a lot of conflicts since, right? [He got along well with Gaby in Morningstar right away.] Seems connected.
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( so, whoever was organizing these things certainly had a lot up their sleeve. )
But yes, I know things happened before we were here but it seems like they happen even more with us here.
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[He doesn't think it was an actual Godzilla, it's just an example. If it was a random case, it could all be a mistake.]
But everything from there ... and that it keeps happening, and that people keep shaving our heads and leaving us in random locations? There's a plan of some kind, just not one we know.
[Quentin's used to not being let in on the master plan of whatever jackoff is messing with them this month, but it is always frustrating!]
I thought maybe the worshippers would have details for us. Like their legends might have hidden truths, but I haven't looked into it too deeply.
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( it was quite frustrating. )
I'm beginning to wonder if the reasons will ever be fully known.
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i'll definitely do that!!