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come_sailaway2022-12-05 08:07 pm
light_mischief) wrote in come_sailaway2022-12-05 08:07 pm
[open] see the sunset turning red; let all be quiet in your head
Who: Skulduggery Pleasant and you!
What: Horror movies, playing in the pool, and privately disclosing an evil fugue state to his besties
When: Covers all of pre-event December, slap a specific date down if you have one
Where: Tauva, the pool, or wherever, IDGAF
Warnings: discussion of being an evil mass-murdering necromancer in one thread. everything else should be cool!
[CLOSED: Ava & Max] you'll sleep better when you think you've stepped back from the brink
[Something dark has been settled in the back of his mind for some time; he's allowed it to fester there, untouched and avoided ever since he abandoned Vile's armor in the earth. He had been afraid to confront it for so long, and when it began to manifest like a dark sludge in his skull, he'd felt real fear. Panic had driven him to confess to Darcy, and anxiety had done the same with Jade. But he'd found with the latter conversation that the more he talked about it -- the more he confronted it -- the more the subconsciousness seemed to ebb away. As if keeping it a secret gave it more power.
If that's the case, he refuses to let it continue. His reputation will be shot one way or another; who cares if it's because he's dating the Captain or because he used to be an evil necromancer? The only thing that matters is making sure Vile never regains control.
Part of that means telling the people he trusts the most, before admitting to it on the larger stage. It may be gaming the system slightly, telling the two people he expects to have the least emotional reaction to the news, but look. When you've kept a secret for over a century, it gets hard to tell just anybody about it.
Max and Ava, as usual, recieve matching text-messages during the first week of December:]
[Tauva] you'll breathe easier just knowing that the worst is all behind you
[Skulduggery got a box set of Universal Classic monster movies back in November, and ever since Tauva got a DVD player, he's been in the bar at least once every few days to watch one of the 30 movies at his disposal. Since he can't drink or eat, his movie-watching activity of choice is tidying up the binder of information. He has a pen, extra paper, and a thick black permanent marker, which he's using to edit out incorrect statements from previous meetings. Things have changed a lot in the last few months, and most of their original assumptions have been proven laughably untrue.
Mostly, that means he spends almost an entire movie idly commenting on either mistaken theories or old-school Hollywood special effects. There's a solid 30 seconds after the first bat scene in Dracula that Skulduggery spends laughing himself silly. And when the Mummy steps out of his sarcophagus and destroys the archeologist's mind, he shakes his head ruefully.]
Yep. That'll do it.
[And then moments later, he's shaking his head again, this time at the contents of the binder.] I don't know where "he eats souls" came from...
[Pool] the waves that tossed the raft all night have set you on dry land
[Skulduggery sits at the edge of the pool late at night. His jacket, hat, and shoes are stowed on a lounge chair, and his pants have been rolled up to the knees so he can sit with his legs in the water. Both hands are outstretched as the surface of the water puckers and bunches, twisting in on itself as he tries to get it to take some shape beyond a pillar. Something loose, tall, and spindly.
A thin, spidery tree starts to form out of eddying funnels of water. A trunk, and then branches... and if he tries hard enough, maybe he can shape some sort of hint of leaves? He's never actually tried to manipulate water like this before, though, so it's slow going, and it takes all of his concentration. You... you wouldn't be about to distract him, would you??]
[B-B-BONUS OPEN, Chatterbox, Post Wedding] when you see him, you'll know
[It's like nothing's changed -- mostly because for Skulduggery, it hasn't. He's still here at the Chatterbox on a leisurely afternoon, all alone save for the karaoke machine and his thoughts. He's laying out on the stage, microphone in one hand as he lazily sings along with the songs that he knows.
It was... a good night, overall, despite anypotential dramatic flareups, but Skulduggery has been making himself somewhat scarce in the week following the wedding. Not because he's scared, or anything like that; it's more or less out of respect for other people's space. Which is why he's holed up in here!
Whenever the door opens, Skulduggery will turn his head towards the newest interloper, and through the microphone, he asks:]
What's the password?
[Those who play along will find themselves free to move directly from the doors to the stage, completely unimpeded. Those who refuse to play will find their way invisibly impeded. And those who look like they're about to start a fight will find themselves blocked off by a single, thick wall of thin air.
The password is: whatever Skulduggery decides it is, get used to it, he's unstoppable now!]
[wildcard] wish me well where i go
(Throw me any random scenarios you want, or hit me up on discord to plot something!)
What: Horror movies, playing in the pool, and privately disclosing an evil fugue state to his besties
When: Covers all of pre-event December, slap a specific date down if you have one
Where: Tauva, the pool, or wherever, IDGAF
Warnings: discussion of being an evil mass-murdering necromancer in one thread. everything else should be cool!
[CLOSED: Ava & Max] you'll sleep better when you think you've stepped back from the brink
[Something dark has been settled in the back of his mind for some time; he's allowed it to fester there, untouched and avoided ever since he abandoned Vile's armor in the earth. He had been afraid to confront it for so long, and when it began to manifest like a dark sludge in his skull, he'd felt real fear. Panic had driven him to confess to Darcy, and anxiety had done the same with Jade. But he'd found with the latter conversation that the more he talked about it -- the more he confronted it -- the more the subconsciousness seemed to ebb away. As if keeping it a secret gave it more power.
If that's the case, he refuses to let it continue. His reputation will be shot one way or another; who cares if it's because he's dating the Captain or because he used to be an evil necromancer? The only thing that matters is making sure Vile never regains control.
Part of that means telling the people he trusts the most, before admitting to it on the larger stage. It may be gaming the system slightly, telling the two people he expects to have the least emotional reaction to the news, but look. When you've kept a secret for over a century, it gets hard to tell just anybody about it.
Max and Ava, as usual, recieve matching text-messages during the first week of December:]
I have something I'd like to talk to you two about. If you could meet me at my cabin in about an hour, I'd appreciate it. Easier just to tell the two of you at the same time, honestly.
[He assumes they both know who "you two" stands for...][Tauva] you'll breathe easier just knowing that the worst is all behind you
[Skulduggery got a box set of Universal Classic monster movies back in November, and ever since Tauva got a DVD player, he's been in the bar at least once every few days to watch one of the 30 movies at his disposal. Since he can't drink or eat, his movie-watching activity of choice is tidying up the binder of information. He has a pen, extra paper, and a thick black permanent marker, which he's using to edit out incorrect statements from previous meetings. Things have changed a lot in the last few months, and most of their original assumptions have been proven laughably untrue.
Mostly, that means he spends almost an entire movie idly commenting on either mistaken theories or old-school Hollywood special effects. There's a solid 30 seconds after the first bat scene in Dracula that Skulduggery spends laughing himself silly. And when the Mummy steps out of his sarcophagus and destroys the archeologist's mind, he shakes his head ruefully.]
Yep. That'll do it.
[And then moments later, he's shaking his head again, this time at the contents of the binder.] I don't know where "he eats souls" came from...
[Pool] the waves that tossed the raft all night have set you on dry land
[Skulduggery sits at the edge of the pool late at night. His jacket, hat, and shoes are stowed on a lounge chair, and his pants have been rolled up to the knees so he can sit with his legs in the water. Both hands are outstretched as the surface of the water puckers and bunches, twisting in on itself as he tries to get it to take some shape beyond a pillar. Something loose, tall, and spindly.
A thin, spidery tree starts to form out of eddying funnels of water. A trunk, and then branches... and if he tries hard enough, maybe he can shape some sort of hint of leaves? He's never actually tried to manipulate water like this before, though, so it's slow going, and it takes all of his concentration. You... you wouldn't be about to distract him, would you??]
[B-B-BONUS OPEN, Chatterbox, Post Wedding] when you see him, you'll know
[It's like nothing's changed -- mostly because for Skulduggery, it hasn't. He's still here at the Chatterbox on a leisurely afternoon, all alone save for the karaoke machine and his thoughts. He's laying out on the stage, microphone in one hand as he lazily sings along with the songs that he knows.
It was... a good night, overall, despite any
Whenever the door opens, Skulduggery will turn his head towards the newest interloper, and through the microphone, he asks:]
What's the password?
[Those who play along will find themselves free to move directly from the doors to the stage, completely unimpeded. Those who refuse to play will find their way invisibly impeded. And those who look like they're about to start a fight will find themselves blocked off by a single, thick wall of thin air.
The password is: whatever Skulduggery decides it is, get used to it, he's unstoppable now!]
[wildcard] wish me well where i go
(Throw me any random scenarios you want, or hit me up on discord to plot something!)
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[Those being "Psycho Killer," "Once in a Lifetime" and "Nothing But Flowers," which he thinks should be obvious.]
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Psycho killer is a classic for a reason though.
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Between Psycho Killer and Burning Down the House, I don't know how more people aren't fans.
[It would probably be bad optics for them to sing either of those songs right now, but she's right. Psycho Killer is a classic for a reason!!]
I don't suppose you're going to join me? [Because obviously that's what he's cuing up...]
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Life During Wartime is pretty good too. Wild Wild Life. A lot of their deeper cuts are kind of awful though.
[ Darcy huffs a laugh when she realizes what he's queuing up, and although she doesn't stand up- ]
Obviously I am. Someone needs to handle the French section.
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[One way or another, they're going to turn singing a song from the POV of a serial killer into a family bonding experience.]
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If not interrupted, Darcy's staying as long as Skulduggery is, keeping her eye on the door. ]