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Entry tags:
- !event,
- bioshock: jack,
- changeling the lost: erin peters,
- far cry 5: deputy pratt,
- far cry new dawn: sharky boshaw,
- fe3h: dedue molinaro,
- geist the sin-eaters: darcy lejeune,
- groundhog day musical: phil connors,
- heaven officials blessing: shi qingxuan,
- homestuck: eridan ampora,
- identity v: helena adams,
- lavender jack: honoria crabb,
- mcu: steven grant,
- murderbot diaries: murderbot,
- noragami: yatogami,
- original: aiden copeland,
- original: april caouette,
- original: jeff calhoun,
- original: valdis,
- original: ylva wolfsdottir,
- overwatch: bastion e54,
- overwatch: maximilien,
- rwby: ruby rose,
- scion: bash st. expedit,
- sherlock holmes: john watson,
- skulduggery pleasant: skulduggery,
- stranger things: chrissy cunningham,
- stranger things: eddie munson,
- stranger things: steve harrington,
- tales of the abyss: jade curtiss,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- the black phone: vance hopper,
- the locked tomb: palamedes sextus,
- the magnus archives: daisy tonner,
- the umbrella academy: klaus hargreeves,
- westworld: maeve millay
DECEMBER EVENT PART ONE: ALL IS CALM
early morning on the 23rd, Friday makes an announcement over the speaker system, cheerfully asking everyone who signed up for the excursion to gather in the atrium. when they arrive, they will find Friday, very seasonally dressed, who takes them down to the tender, which it appears she will be “driving” this time. during this particular trip, none of them lose consciousness, nor suffer any sort of physical aftereffects. however, it does feel like the trip takes about five hours of just. sitting in the tender in utter silence, with little light and still air. so maybe stop being little babies about the anesthesia???
when Friday opens the tender door for them, they find themselves stepping out into the lobby of a hotel - though, if they turn around, they’ll find there was no door at all, and any passengers they see after that will appear as if they are appearing out of the ether.
there is a clone Friday manning the front desk, and though, like the others, she isn’t much for conversation, she is very snappily dressed! she helpfully hands out keys to everyone who approaches her; they aren’t numbered, and are actually entirely physically indistinguishable from each other, but they seem to open up whatever room you want easily enough, and don’t seem to work for any others. weird. the dressers and closets in the rooms also contain suitably sized winter clothing, enough to last the few days they’ll spend there, and then some. weird.
once they’ve situated themselves, they’ll find that what lies before them is a realm much larger than others they’ve encountered; the land extends for miles in any direction, including upwards, though you’re more likely to hit a cliff before the hard barrier. there’s about a foot and a half of snow on the ground, and it continues to fall steadily. the forests lack all signs of life, but the foliage is rather attractive, as long as you don’t examine it too closely; coniferous trees are just easier.
all of the amenities are seemingly staffed by ghosts, though they give off even less of a presence than the ones aboard the ship do. there is also an industrial kitchen attached to one of the dining areas, though the meals served don’t seem to come from it, and it has a distinctly different feel than everything else around it, as if added in slapdash at the very last second.
there is one last oddity, however. every night, at about 2AM, the entire reality goes mute. voices don’t sound. snow doesn’t crunch under footsteps. even the winds are quiet. the effect ends at about 6AM. it’s probably fine.
happy holidays.
when Friday opens the tender door for them, they find themselves stepping out into the lobby of a hotel - though, if they turn around, they’ll find there was no door at all, and any passengers they see after that will appear as if they are appearing out of the ether.
there is a clone Friday manning the front desk, and though, like the others, she isn’t much for conversation, she is very snappily dressed! she helpfully hands out keys to everyone who approaches her; they aren’t numbered, and are actually entirely physically indistinguishable from each other, but they seem to open up whatever room you want easily enough, and don’t seem to work for any others. weird. the dressers and closets in the rooms also contain suitably sized winter clothing, enough to last the few days they’ll spend there, and then some. weird.
once they’ve situated themselves, they’ll find that what lies before them is a realm much larger than others they’ve encountered; the land extends for miles in any direction, including upwards, though you’re more likely to hit a cliff before the hard barrier. there’s about a foot and a half of snow on the ground, and it continues to fall steadily. the forests lack all signs of life, but the foliage is rather attractive, as long as you don’t examine it too closely; coniferous trees are just easier.
all of the amenities are seemingly staffed by ghosts, though they give off even less of a presence than the ones aboard the ship do. there is also an industrial kitchen attached to one of the dining areas, though the meals served don’t seem to come from it, and it has a distinctly different feel than everything else around it, as if added in slapdash at the very last second.
there is one last oddity, however. every night, at about 2AM, the entire reality goes mute. voices don’t sound. snow doesn’t crunch under footsteps. even the winds are quiet. the effect ends at about 6AM. it’s probably fine.
happy holidays.
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"Do you like this sweater? I was thinking it was kind of cute. Was hoping not to look like a character in a weird Christmas romcom, but this might be working for me. Who doesn't like...I think this is a llama? Do you think it's an alpaca instead? I dunno."
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It's hard to keep up a good deep blue funk around Klaus. But Bash is going to try.
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This is only a slight exaggeration. “Also you could actually be hiding that you’re wearing the brightest ugly Christmas sweater in there and theeeen…” They shrug. “I dunno. Nothing, really. I’d just maybe try to see it if you were.”
Don’t mind as they levitate a little higher just to turn themselves upside down and squint toward the general splotch of darkness. “I’m just saying…it could happen. But if you don’t have one, you can borrow one of mine. It’s fine. I also have an ugly sweater DRESS in there. Which is pretty cool.”
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Beat.
"You're fucking floating?"
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But then… “Wait, did I not tell you about this?” Still upside down.
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“So do you celebrate anything this time of year if not Christmas? Or are you not much of a holiday person?”
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The sentence trails off into a silence and stillness. It's strange, how only by leaving Duplicity he's able to look at the marks it left. The ball had devolved, like so many parties there did. He remembers it more clearly than he wants to.
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But that trail off makes them frown a little. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but if you do, you can. Any time. Doesn’t have to be now. You can just text me any time with info dump and that’s fine with me. But if you just want to like chill and talk dumb stuff, we can do that, too. Whatever you want.”
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They drop their voice to a whisper. “The secret is you already have my eternal friendship either way, but I like to make it sound like a bonus.”
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“It was…sex stuff. The stuff we was made to do.” And he stops here as if checking the temperature after that alone.
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The temperature is pretty much the same. Jeff’s mentioned some of the sex stuff and how unsexy it was even when it was kind of sexy at times. “Yeah. I heard a little about that. Jeff needed hugs,” he says as explanation. “They did something like that at the party?”
CW: discussion of mind control, aphro, non-con FULL DUPE SHIT HERE.
He pauses. The shadowy blotch almost seems to get smaller.
"It was...a series of rooms, set up for an orgy. Aphrodisiacs in the air, in the food, in the drinks. One room had ornaments hanging from the ceiling that'd grab people, string them up until someone made them come. Another room was completely pitch black, magical black, but had heavy aphro in the air, it became just...a pit of bodies writhing and fucking. There was a room with food and drink and furs laid out on the floor to rest on, 'cause we was there for what felt like literal days. That's what my last Christmas was."
CW: still in this convo, so above still counts
"Shit, buddy." Cause that's the immediate response they have. It's not a great one, but it is at least a response. "That would...well, at least give me a weird Christmas association." They frown slightly. "Sorry that place fucking sucked, though. I'd probably be more likely to try to set the whole place on fire." Unlike here.
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Bash shudders, heard more than seen.
“And there’s the reason I’m not big into the idea of fighting back here. You ever hear the saying ‘when shit’s flying, duck’? I’m just ducking and trying to endure.” Not survive, that’s not something anyone here can guarantee.
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They look over at the dark splotchy area again. “Not sure I get the fighting vibe anyway? But I feel like I dunno. I get wanting to get off the boat, but maybe there’s a different way to go about it? I’ve been in war. I don’t really like the idea of doing that sort of thing again.” This gets a very visible shudder and they look down, frowning some. “Not that I think there’s much choice in general.”