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The Law Of Nature Is Named Wasp [OPEN + Closed]
Who: Erin Peters and YOU, plus some closed threads
What: Erin tries to settle back into life as December starts
When: First like, ten days of December?
Where: Various
Warnings: CW Lost shit, possibly Erin's general deal, use of a hurdy-gurdy
1. The world is beautiful [Tauva and/or Drunken Sailor]
Erin's nightly drink routines have changed subtly. Find her in Tauva or the Drunken Sailor of an evening, nursing a drink very slowly with a slate and stylus to hand, practicing her braille. If it's in Tauva, the scents of her cigars have changed! The smoke has a variety of alluring fruity scents, and she retrieves them from a wooden box stamped with a stylized map of Cuba ringed by thorny vines; at the Drunken Sailor, she nurses a beer with pretzels. Either way, the televisions in the bars are playing the Muppets if no one stops her, and Erin sings along to every.
Single.
Musical number.
Under her breath, at least until she spots you and waves you over.
2. The flower that never fades [Fight Club]
Since returning to fight club Erin's mostly kept her head down; she's most active in tactics class, though she's still taken a bit of a step back (this week's theme is Don't Stand In Front Of The Fucking Gunline), but otherwise she's been doing a lot of drilling, and a lot of observing how other people fight. Maybe she's approached you to ask about a technique unfamiliar to her, or you've noticed her imitating your style and incorporating it into her own. She's also taken to bringing, though not wearing, her armor. Every now and again when she's taking a break she sits on the ice mail, her ass slowly going numb, and just watches the way everyone moves, looking thoughtful.
Of note as well is the second sword, sheathed above her saber on the small of her back. For almost all of December's first fight club that blade stays in its sheath, the only visible part of it being a pommel made of kaleidoscopic glass. As class starts to wind down though, Erin steps back into the area set aside for sword drills and pulls it free, revealing a blade of stained glass that depicts mighty battles between gods and giants.
She's stanced up to run drills, but Erin can't quite seem to start. She's lost in her own head, staring at the blade.
3. Midnight at noon [Bellona Theater]
Erin's late-night theater visitations have moved into the afternoons; find her there with a hurdy-gurdy connected to an amp, trying to shake the rust off. There's a lot of false notes and good-natured swearing. It's been a hot fucking minute, after all, but when Erin can let herself drop into the zone pirate shanties and ominous music float from the theater for quite a distance. She's oddly happy to get walked in on, even to take requests.
The first person to ask for Wonderwall is getting a nickel thrown at them, though.
4. A study in scarlet [Spas]
She's finally biting the bullet, going 'fuck it, we ball' on seeing if her hair will take dye, but Erin needs a friend to help with that one. If that friend is you, she's looking to turn it a deep red color and has given you a stern warning not to wear clothing you don't want to get stained. She intends to try it without making her hair more human, at first, and that means the front seats might just be a splash zone. Have fun explaining those scarlet stains to everyone on your way back to your room to change your clothes.
5. Cave paintings [Closed to April]
Hey so I forgot in all the you know everything from the back half of last month but I have a portrait of myself thoughtfully provided by Peter Smith. He even knows I intend to use it for a bit of an experiment though I did not of course name any names or provide any details. You ready to do dark science?
6. There is only one stage of the life cycle, and it is... [Closed to Crabb]
Torturing Crichton with the knowledge that he missed out on the Peter Jackson adaptations of The Lord of the Rings has Erin on a bit of a fantasy kick, and she's decided to continue introducing Crabb to the genre by skipping all of its foundational authors and going directly from Stardust (a feature of previous reading dates when it was Erin's turn) to Howl's Moving Castle. Sat on Erin's bed, there on the pillow, is a little wooden box with a hinged lid. It's been there for the entire date, and Erin's not said a word about it. It'll keep.
7. Chaos reigns [Wildcard]
Have a different idea, a missed connection, something to slip in later in the month? I'm available on Discord!
What: Erin tries to settle back into life as December starts
When: First like, ten days of December?
Where: Various
Warnings: CW Lost shit, possibly Erin's general deal, use of a hurdy-gurdy
1. The world is beautiful [Tauva and/or Drunken Sailor]
Erin's nightly drink routines have changed subtly. Find her in Tauva or the Drunken Sailor of an evening, nursing a drink very slowly with a slate and stylus to hand, practicing her braille. If it's in Tauva, the scents of her cigars have changed! The smoke has a variety of alluring fruity scents, and she retrieves them from a wooden box stamped with a stylized map of Cuba ringed by thorny vines; at the Drunken Sailor, she nurses a beer with pretzels. Either way, the televisions in the bars are playing the Muppets if no one stops her, and Erin sings along to every.
Single.
Musical number.
Under her breath, at least until she spots you and waves you over.
2. The flower that never fades [Fight Club]
Since returning to fight club Erin's mostly kept her head down; she's most active in tactics class, though she's still taken a bit of a step back (this week's theme is Don't Stand In Front Of The Fucking Gunline), but otherwise she's been doing a lot of drilling, and a lot of observing how other people fight. Maybe she's approached you to ask about a technique unfamiliar to her, or you've noticed her imitating your style and incorporating it into her own. She's also taken to bringing, though not wearing, her armor. Every now and again when she's taking a break she sits on the ice mail, her ass slowly going numb, and just watches the way everyone moves, looking thoughtful.
Of note as well is the second sword, sheathed above her saber on the small of her back. For almost all of December's first fight club that blade stays in its sheath, the only visible part of it being a pommel made of kaleidoscopic glass. As class starts to wind down though, Erin steps back into the area set aside for sword drills and pulls it free, revealing a blade of stained glass that depicts mighty battles between gods and giants.
She's stanced up to run drills, but Erin can't quite seem to start. She's lost in her own head, staring at the blade.
3. Midnight at noon [Bellona Theater]
Erin's late-night theater visitations have moved into the afternoons; find her there with a hurdy-gurdy connected to an amp, trying to shake the rust off. There's a lot of false notes and good-natured swearing. It's been a hot fucking minute, after all, but when Erin can let herself drop into the zone pirate shanties and ominous music float from the theater for quite a distance. She's oddly happy to get walked in on, even to take requests.
The first person to ask for Wonderwall is getting a nickel thrown at them, though.
4. A study in scarlet [Spas]
She's finally biting the bullet, going 'fuck it, we ball' on seeing if her hair will take dye, but Erin needs a friend to help with that one. If that friend is you, she's looking to turn it a deep red color and has given you a stern warning not to wear clothing you don't want to get stained. She intends to try it without making her hair more human, at first, and that means the front seats might just be a splash zone. Have fun explaining those scarlet stains to everyone on your way back to your room to change your clothes.
5. Cave paintings [Closed to April]
Hey so I forgot in all the you know everything from the back half of last month but I have a portrait of myself thoughtfully provided by Peter Smith. He even knows I intend to use it for a bit of an experiment though I did not of course name any names or provide any details. You ready to do dark science?
6. There is only one stage of the life cycle, and it is... [Closed to Crabb]
Torturing Crichton with the knowledge that he missed out on the Peter Jackson adaptations of The Lord of the Rings has Erin on a bit of a fantasy kick, and she's decided to continue introducing Crabb to the genre by skipping all of its foundational authors and going directly from Stardust (a feature of previous reading dates when it was Erin's turn) to Howl's Moving Castle. Sat on Erin's bed, there on the pillow, is a little wooden box with a hinged lid. It's been there for the entire date, and Erin's not said a word about it. It'll keep.
7. Chaos reigns [Wildcard]
Have a different idea, a missed connection, something to slip in later in the month? I'm available on Discord!
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Okay. Enough dramatics, they guess. "Ugh. Anyway. Um. Thanks for like the other stuff, though. So I can like...try that." Because they did want Nobunaga to get to a point where he could love himself, too. The Muppets were a weird backdrop for all of this. "I'm not sure I'm great at it in general, but...I guess I'll have to. Can't tell someone to give themselves a chance and not give myself one, too. Gross. Hate it."
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A beat. “I feel like this whole ship is like the year of realizing stuff all over again.” Will Erin understand what the fuck they are talking about? Probably not. Still…
“And the year of talking about things I haven’t before. Like the whole gender shit. Well, I guess it’s non-binary shit, but still gender shit.” There. Not the most awkward way to bring it up probably, but still pretty awkward. “I’m exhausted already.”
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(...Peters...)
YEAH I'M NOTICING WE'RE GETTING HELP ON THIS SHIP IT'S OKAY
"But hey, I don't gotta give you the third degree here. I didn't even really mean to catch you in the backswing, though if I've helped at all...glad to have been able to. Our fellow passengers are all we've got here. Y'know?"
She raises her beer. "But sometimes that does still mean that I'm about to chug this and start quoting every Statler and Waldorf line for the next hour in an effort to see how long it takes you to be horrified that I know. Them. All."
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“Yeah. I have made an art of avoiding my problems. Probably that splatter art guy. I don’t remember his name. Or like…I dunno. Abstract art. Looks like a mess up close and far away, but it’s art.”
They are happy to just drink and ignore their problems for now, though. And then go demand both affection and attention from their boyfriend after this. “I’m hard to horrify, buddy, so you have your work cut out for you. And I’ll be even more drunk by then, so like…basically anything goes.”
And scene?
Fucking.
Season.
Back over from the top.
"It's time to play the music, it's time to light the lights..."