We're talking away I don't know what I'm to say

[filloryfanatic]

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]

Comments

red wings

[kgbs]

( illya is not much for going out at night. he likes to stay at home and he likes to be with daisy and his friends but he's been trying to do things a little differently lately.

he's been doing that a little more lately, taking on assignments for the petrovs under the guise of sussing out possible assets. that's why he's here and his attention's been caught by the young man playing pool for no good reason.

he gets up and moves over to the table, watching him. )

You are not bad.

2

[heartstings]

[ It's a strange feeling to drift off to sleep and wander through her own dreams only to find things shift around her and end up in an unfamiliar place. It's unsettling and she just wants to wake up.

Instead, she finds herself wandering through the area while trying to avoid contact with the patients and staff alike. A familiar voice cuts through it all, however, and she decides to focus on it. Making her way toward Quentin as he tosses the cards into the air. She's not sure if it's just a trick of the dream or if somehow he's really managed to make the card stop in the air for a moment, either way it's neat. ]

Q? Quentin? What's going on? [ She squats down to help him gather up cards. ]

3

[strove]

[In truth, Clarke almost misses what it is that Quentin has to say. The meaning resonates, but she's distracted—albeit briefly—by the presence of a boy, blanket pulled up to his chin. Her motherly instincts are specific to Madi, but she notices them and connects with them in other people. In budding friends.

Quentin's voice is finally viewed for what it is after a few long moments, and she looks back toward him, eyes processing the basket full of fruit.]

A peach, I think.

[The rest? She might need him to repeat.

Clarke trots closer, coming to squat on the ground near the tiles, hand outstretched for the peach.]

Do you know who I am?

[By now, Clarke knows a dream for what it is.]

[Mirror World]

[formerhighking]

[This would be where Quentin was stuck, looping, and where Eliot was forced to see. He'd wanted to know what happened, while he was busy recovering when he should have been here, with Q. This is some fucked up monkey paw of wish fulfillment.

Eliot arrives just in time to see the brutal flash of light that rips Quentin apart, and he cries out, watching helplessly. And then it just resets, Alice screaming as Penny pulls her and the same cycle, starting again. The exact same scene, Eliot about to lose Quentin, Quentin about to lose everything. He knows this is a dream, but that doesn't make it any easier to watch.

It's probably fruitless, because it usually is in dreams like this, but Eliot flings himself toward Quentin, between him and the light rushing for him.

As soon as he does, it all stops - everything freezes. Eliot's breath caught and he closed his hands around each of Quentin's biceps, voice urgent when he spoke.]

Q? Quentin, can you wake up for me? C'mon, baby, let's not do this part again.