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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[texas]

I don't rightly know.

（ it's a few places rolled up into one. it's the fishing hole he and tommy frequented as kids. it's where he taught sarah how to fish. it's where he taught ellie to swim. it's a hundred places he's seen — in magazines, in movies, in passing as he travelled through a desolate land. it's so many things, distilled into this moment.

joel rubs thoughtfully at his cheek. ）

Jackson, maybe. Wyoming.

（ texas is his. too personal, too old. he wouldn't share it with someone he barely knows. but jackson's the anchor for who he became, a man who almost liked himself before the end. ）

[requiemshark]

On Earth?

[ Ephemera takes a slow breath. Lets it go. It's a quiet moment. Perhaps not one he was meant to see, but he's here nonetheless.

It can be peaceful, if he lets it. ]

[texas]

Yeah. Only place I'd ever been until recently.

（ being on the moon, now. that was so alien an experience that even now, he still barely comprehends it. funny, how that's harder to grasp for him than being dead. dead he can accept. it was always inevitable — a violent end for a violent life. but the moon?

hell. that's something else. ）

You from somewhere else?

（ ephemera looks human to him, but that don't mean much here. ）

[requiemshark]

Yeah.

[ He hasn't thought about home for a long time. Had no reason to. He left the day he turned eighteen and never looked back. How many times has he called it a shithole, laughed at the memories? Maybe it was a rough place, sure, but the memories weren't all bad. He grew up there. Came into his own. It was the start of things. ]

Eremus. Long way from here.

[ It might not even exist in this place. In this time. ]

You don't have to stop, if you want to play. I'll be quiet.

[texas]

（ he shakes his head. pensive for a moment. then he unslings the guitar from around his neck, a prelude to holding it out. ）

You play at all?

[requiemshark]

[ Ephemera huffs a little, shaking his head. ]

No. Not a bit.

[ His tone is wistful, though. ]

My brother did. He sang, too.