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come_sailaway2023-02-09 07:17 pm
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Entry tags:
- !event,
- bioshock 2: eleanor lamb,
- changeling the lost: erin peters,
- don't starve: wilson higgsbury,
- far cry 5: deputy pratt,
- farscape: john crichton,
- groundhog day musical: phil connors,
- hylics: wayne,
- malevolent: arthur lester,
- original: jeff calhoun,
- original: max maximum,
- original: siffleur,
- original: theo crawford,
- original: valdis,
- original: ylva wolfsdottir,
- overwatch: maximilien,
- scion: bash st. expedit,
- sherlock holmes: john watson,
- skulduggery pleasant: skulduggery,
- tales of vesperia: rita mordio,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- the black phone: vance hopper,
- the prisoner: number 6
FEBRUARY EVENT: RIDE THE CYCLONE
[during her morning announcements on the 9th, Friday helpfully informs everyone that anyone wishing to go out during this weekend’s excursion can exit the ship through the metal detector on deck zero starting at 10AM sharp. it is the early birds, the punctual ones, who will bear this moment witness.
because, as they arrive, they may notice that Friday isn’t standing where she was the last time, behind the metal detector, ready to see them through; today, that role is apparently being filled by Jenny. and she looks slightly different than normal.
she’s standing in front of the metal detector, as if first in line, and though her clothes and hair remain the same, there is some sort of pendant hanging heavy around her neck, metal inscribed with something too small and fine to really make out at this distance. her face turns towards Jenny for a long moment, and after what appears to be an encouraging smile… she steps through the metal detector, vanishing instantly.
Jenny gives anyone who’s there a wry grin and shrugs.]
This thing works by itself. Y’know, like everything else. But, she was letting anxiety get her all worried about it, trying to talk herself out of it…
[a laugh, and she crosses to the metal detector.]
See you bastards on the other side! [her head turns back, and a final grin.] Don’t worry. It’s easy! Just one small step and a bitch of a headache!
[she steps through the metal detector.
should you join her then, or at any other point during the weekend, it really is as easy as all that: step through the metal detector, and you will find yourself instantly stepping out onto the stamped-flat grass and dirt paths of a rural carnival, all fried food and loud games and rides that seem held together with bubble gum and hope. the first few seconds in this new reality bring the distinct feeling that your brain had just been cored by a fireplace poker, but it passes soon enough, and you can allow yourself to enjoy the fair's amenities however you wish.
particular attractions include…
THE TUNNEL OF LOVE
if any of you fuck in this thing I am closing the game immediately
THE HALL OF DOORS
like a hall of mirrors, but with doors! so many doors. nothing else. just doors. the doors open up to more doors, and then some more doors, until a door leads out. hopefully. probably.
BIG OL’ FUCK-OFF HUGE SLIDE WHAT YOU RIDE A BURLAP SACK DOWN
the burlap gives you absolutely zero protection from how boiling hot this thing gets in full sun!
THIS GODDAMN THING
the fair will run every day from Thursday to Sunday, from 10am to 12am, closing at 5pm on Sunday. however, this does not mean you can’t go to the fair outside these hours; it simply means that the fair will be dark, the rides not running and the music out, like someone cut the electricity at midnight on the dot. you can still be there, of course, passing freely between the ship and the fair until it ends. you just might have a bad time.
in fact, you might have one during fair hours. see, there’s something a little bit… it’s hard to put your finger on it, but something seems off. every once in a while, mostly when you’re in a particularly precarious position -- standing on top of the slide, leaning over the deep fryer… you think you feel something like small hands low on your back, giving you just the slightest of pushes. at first. as the weekend continues, the shoves become a bit more forceful; by Sunday afternoon, you can be knocked clear off your feet by one.
and then there’s that guy.
the first day or two, you might not pay much attention to the figure just at the corner of your vision. it could be another passenger, after all, and you’re having much too much fun at the fair. by Saturday night, though, the figure has seemingly fully manifested. no longer just out of sight, it’s now fully visible. and coming your way. fast.
should the creature happen upon you, it will chase you. this will continue for as long as you run from it. should you stop, it will get within five feet of you before disappearing entirely. should you turn and chase it in stead, it will start to run from you, only to disappear when you get within five feet.
…
be sure to stop by on Saturday afternoon for the pet costume contest!]
because, as they arrive, they may notice that Friday isn’t standing where she was the last time, behind the metal detector, ready to see them through; today, that role is apparently being filled by Jenny. and she looks slightly different than normal.
she’s standing in front of the metal detector, as if first in line, and though her clothes and hair remain the same, there is some sort of pendant hanging heavy around her neck, metal inscribed with something too small and fine to really make out at this distance. her face turns towards Jenny for a long moment, and after what appears to be an encouraging smile… she steps through the metal detector, vanishing instantly.
Jenny gives anyone who’s there a wry grin and shrugs.]
This thing works by itself. Y’know, like everything else. But, she was letting anxiety get her all worried about it, trying to talk herself out of it…
[a laugh, and she crosses to the metal detector.]
See you bastards on the other side! [her head turns back, and a final grin.] Don’t worry. It’s easy! Just one small step and a bitch of a headache!
[she steps through the metal detector.
should you join her then, or at any other point during the weekend, it really is as easy as all that: step through the metal detector, and you will find yourself instantly stepping out onto the stamped-flat grass and dirt paths of a rural carnival, all fried food and loud games and rides that seem held together with bubble gum and hope. the first few seconds in this new reality bring the distinct feeling that your brain had just been cored by a fireplace poker, but it passes soon enough, and you can allow yourself to enjoy the fair's amenities however you wish.
particular attractions include…
THE TUNNEL OF LOVE
if any of you fuck in this thing I am closing the game immediately
THE HALL OF DOORS
like a hall of mirrors, but with doors! so many doors. nothing else. just doors. the doors open up to more doors, and then some more doors, until a door leads out. hopefully. probably.
BIG OL’ FUCK-OFF HUGE SLIDE WHAT YOU RIDE A BURLAP SACK DOWN
the burlap gives you absolutely zero protection from how boiling hot this thing gets in full sun!
THIS GODDAMN THING
the fair will run every day from Thursday to Sunday, from 10am to 12am, closing at 5pm on Sunday. however, this does not mean you can’t go to the fair outside these hours; it simply means that the fair will be dark, the rides not running and the music out, like someone cut the electricity at midnight on the dot. you can still be there, of course, passing freely between the ship and the fair until it ends. you just might have a bad time.
in fact, you might have one during fair hours. see, there’s something a little bit… it’s hard to put your finger on it, but something seems off. every once in a while, mostly when you’re in a particularly precarious position -- standing on top of the slide, leaning over the deep fryer… you think you feel something like small hands low on your back, giving you just the slightest of pushes. at first. as the weekend continues, the shoves become a bit more forceful; by Sunday afternoon, you can be knocked clear off your feet by one.
and then there’s that guy.
the first day or two, you might not pay much attention to the figure just at the corner of your vision. it could be another passenger, after all, and you’re having much too much fun at the fair. by Saturday night, though, the figure has seemingly fully manifested. no longer just out of sight, it’s now fully visible. and coming your way. fast.
should the creature happen upon you, it will chase you. this will continue for as long as you run from it. should you stop, it will get within five feet of you before disappearing entirely. should you turn and chase it in stead, it will start to run from you, only to disappear when you get within five feet.
…
be sure to stop by on Saturday afternoon for the pet costume contest!]
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He offered a bit of a smile. "No no, don't worry about it." He insisted. "Are you alright?"
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"Uh. Yeah. I mean, sorta." He's seeing things. But that doesn't make sense when he's literally been physically pushed around. Unless the phenomenons are unrelated, in which case, why? But he doesn't make a big deal out of it, instead glancing around at the various mobile food stands and gesturing a hand at Yato. "Lemme get you a new one."
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"Why only sorta?" He asked as they walked, dusting off his hands on his pants, to get the cinnamon off his fingers.
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Wayne walks with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jumpsuit, making sure that he has time to think before he can actually do it again.
"Everything's pretty cool here but there's like...I'unno. Something that keeps touching me. Not a huge deal right, but then it tries to shove me off things or like, I drop my food. Real rude."
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"Kinda seems crazy, but usually if it's a spirit or something, I'd see that."
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"Ok so it's not just me, it might not be an apparition, and it's either invisible or too fast to see. That's weird." And means it makes sense that a regular Snap wouldn't connect, because generally he needs to see the thing that he's aiming for. Hence why it connected to Yato rather than the thing that shoved him.
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It made some kind of sense didn't it? "What do you mean by bathing in terrestrial juice?"
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"Ok so...the thing is, our planet generates life. Like, the majority of us spring from it? And there's like this spring that he managed to tap because he had help from a bunch of people brainwashed by the 'xylem. So he collected what he could and immersed himself in it and it was starting to change him after his weird cult did this thing to resurrect him without going through the network to get home properly because he was trying to be powerful after we thought we killed him on his throne the first time..." This isn't making sense, is it?
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"Your plant generates life from a spring?" He asked, just to clarify. "And your friend immersed himself in a spring to become god. Is that kind of what you mean?"
He could be entirely way off.
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"Uh...Kinda yeah on the second bit? The first part isn't really my field, I just know how other Waynes generate from a protected pocket in the earth near the main house."
How many cans of worms can he open with just one conversation? Apparently all of them!
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"Okay, well I was born like this. As much as gods are born anyway. We're created from a human's wish."
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Sometimes he had such a respectful way of speaking about his peers.
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He hummed. "I wonder about the growing up process, but if you see a god that's a kid, they are either newly born or they've reincarnated recently."
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"So like, gods can grow up if they choose to but it's a conscious choice?"
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He smiled a bit and shrugged. "I haven't been a kid in almost a thousand years. I changed my look awhile ago mostly because with how the world is, I looked really out of date."
Yato was still behind the times, but not nearly as significantly as when he looked like he belonged a couple centuries earlier.
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He makes a couple of logical leaps as he listens, connecting "young" and "kids" to "larvae" to make it make sense. He can't really imagine choosing to go back to looking like a larva himself, but then again, there isn't nearly as much responsibility involved with being that small and soft.
"Seems like things would get boring after a thousand cycles or so."
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If he had to sit up in Heaven all that time, he probably would be bored to tears, but he didn't have to.
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