𝚐𝚘𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚡 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗

[texas]

WHO: Joel Miller, Gene Hicks, Jai Kinvaio + whoever else ambles by
WHERE: dreams! dreams dreams dreams
WHEN: dreams
WHAT: also dreams
NOTES OR WARNINGS: cws: violence, gore, potentially mentions of child abuse.

notes: There are some open starters and a lot of closed ones, hit me up here or @vitarays on plurk if you'd like a character-specific starter! Or drop me a dream of your own for me to throw someone at! Just specify who you'd like.

starters in the comments;

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gene ↪ i will shatter death's crown (ota)

[preseance]

（ you're sitting out on a fire escape with two boys — one you may recognize as gene hicks, albeit without the silver at his temples or the lines on his face that denote a man aged before his time. he looks boyish and young, and he's laughing uproariously at something his companion's just said.

said companion is a black boy, perhaps a little older, with a smile that could charm the devil himself. there's a chessboard set out between them, and gene is clearly getting his ass well an' truly kicked. ）

Christ.

（ he tips his king over in surrender. ）

I could play a thousand games and never win a'one'a them.

（ reggie just grins, and starts setting up the board again. ）

Ah, Hell, give it ten years, Genie. Then maybe you'll have a fighting chance.

（ his voice is rich and warm, playfully teasing, alight with an accent that takes its cues from trinidad, new york and a very faint british twang that undercuts it. clearly, he's lived his fair share of places. gene just rolls his eyes dramatically an' turns to whoever else happens to be in the dream. ）

Fine, you play him, then. See how you like it.

[hardwearing]

[ Wash does recognize Gene, but not his friend... who calls him Genie and that's the cutest nickname he's heard in a long time. Their dynamic feels warm and playful, Gene not actually upset about losing and the stranger not bragging about his win. Wash likes him already.

As the board is set up again Gene turns to him, though, and Wash is caught off guard. He suddenly feels like a voyeur spying on his friend's life, and didn't expect to be seen.

His smile fades into uncertainty as he answers. ]

I don't know how to play.

[preseance]

（ reggie shakes his head with a grin as he starts to rearrange the board with a graceful sort of deftness. he carries himself with easy, enviable grace and surety of a man much older. ）

You can't be any worse-off than this yahoo here.

（ it's said with affection, and gene gives him a playful little push to the shoulder that he weathers with the tolerance of a fond older sibling. gene, as if remembering his southron manners, opts to introduce them. ）

Ah, Reg, this is David. David, Reggie Holiday. Just about the worst cat you ever could meet, so consider yourself fair warned.

（ but there's no heat to it, same as when reggie spoke. it's obviously just their dynamic with one-another: warm, fond, replete with gentle ribbing that don't ever toe the line of serious. reggie holds his hand out for a shake. ）

Any pal of Genie's, I suppose.