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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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[Clarke's explanation might be methodical in its wording, but the way she looks off and says it is different. There is emotion behind the words.
She breathes out a shaky breath.]
Do you know how some people show up who've been in similar situations to this one? Where they've all been dragged from different worlds, and then got dragged here instead of going home? [It's not a question that Quentin is meant to answer. Clarke assumes he's noticed this oddity by now. A number of people have asked after it, and Quentin is the type to collect clues.] Well, one man showed up and told me he met her elsewhere. Even though she died, she got to live on there. I ... found some peace in knowing that, even though I doubt she'd be happy without a life with the same purpose. Perhaps a version of me showed up there for her, though.
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He nods to show that he has heard of those people, but that she doesn't need him to say as much, he just listens instead. He can absolutely see where she's coming from on that.]
I want my beloved to be happy. [Quentin smiles at her.] It's a storytelling trope, but honestly, it's just a human one. The idea that as long as someone you love is happy, you can be at peace, even if you can't be with them.[Arguabaly it's the sort of thing most people who have love in their hearts should feel, but humans aren't perfect and sometimes love can be very selfish.]
I'm active proof that the dead can stay on in these multiverse situations and find continued life and purpose. It sounds like she got lucky too. [That's how he sees this. Quentin may have been ready to die, but he doesn't want to be dead. He's lucky to be breathing.] I'm trying not to focus on the things I don't have, or that I can't have. [Like Julia, or answers, or any real closure.]
Who knows, if we manage to open up the multiverse and take your people here, who says we can't do it with the dead too? If I can do it, why wouldn't someone else?
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So ... I want to make sure that you are finding purpose, Quentin. I'm worried that you won't be. [Clarke doesn't even know the whole of it yet. She hasn't been inside of the simulation or seen how raw things can get for him.]
Please, let me know if it ever gets to the point that you need direction. I'll be here for you.
[Offering herself so easily. The Clarke Griffin way.]
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[Quentin smiles at her. He already felt close to her, like something was pulling them together from early on, but now that tie is being pulled taut. The connection is secure.] I've had a purpose and a destiny for awhile now, but ... I don't know what it is anymore. [Maybe that's the real key to why he talks so much of destiny, why he's obsessed with the idea that they are here for a reason.]
I'm happy to be directed, trust me. I've always kind of been better as the sidekick. Once my ego, you know, got over that.
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I'm not asking you to be a sidekick. I'm asking to help you whenever it's time. That's all.
maybe wrap on yours or call this a wrap? :)
We're friends. You'll help me and I'll help you. We'll try to keep each other on ... whatever path is ahead of us now.
[He wonders if she thinks about helping others all the time and not herself. Quentin has a suspicion she does. He knows the type. He sort of is the type.]
Together, okay? [He looks over at her, searching for her gaze and the connection there.]
itsa done thread!
Her life has been painful enough. Thinking it was fated to be that way—]
Together, [she says, agreeing with him.]