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[OPEN+CLOSED] An Endless Cycle
Who: Wayne, mostly prior CR, and a couple open slots for new friends
What: Memory share reality funk, for those that are more into the chiller end of poking brains
When: Early-Mid March
Warnings: N/A, will update as threads progress
The cracks in reality seem to gather where he passes by most frequently, usually in the highest density around his cabin, and the buffet. The colors that peek from inside are soft, pastel yellows and oranges, pinks and blues, and if one is to get close enough to them to investigate, they might hear some pretty sick guitar riffs, a result of the thing most prevalent in his mind lately, as they're being dumped into a reality very much like the man himself: soft and squishy-looking, with mild weather and a spectacular view of the surrounding ocean. You have arrived on an island chain, in the middle of a deeply blue, weirdly reflective ocean, and in the distance you can see an edifice. Everything here seems by and large pretty peaceful.
You might look down to see some changes to yourself. Perhaps not your clothes, but maybe your shape, or the texture of your skin. Do you still have the same number of limbs? Are there more? Are there less? Have you turned a color? Have you sprouted horns in any configuration? Are you now yet another Wayne? No matter how you might have ended up...
1. The Garden [Closed, for Fio and ??]
Wayne seems busy, moving back and forth from his house out to his garden. There are a few tools sitting on the ground outside the low wall, some dirty gloves over the top of it, and there are sprouts of plants already coming up in one half of the plot that he's working on. He's clearly been out here for a little while already, his preoccupation half borne of exhaustion.
A cat sits on top of the wall. It watches him moving back and forth across the plot that he's preparing for another row of vegetables. It looks smug. That's probably just its face.
Wayne pauses when he's deposited a sack that could possibly be soil, or fertilizer, or whatever this world's equivalent might be, standing straight and stretching his arms out behind him with a soft groan and a pop of the joints. His expression slackens when he spots a visitor, one hand coming up in an easygoing wave.
"Sup?"
2. The Afterlife [Closed, for Nobunaga and César]
The beach is kinda nice. If you like red water and random fish on the shore. The sand underfoot holds the shape of footprints even better than normal wet sand, and the few denizens of the realm seem largely content to keep to themselves. One fish might explain that its seen people making sand castles and how pleasing an activity it seems to be, even when the tide inevitably comes to wash them away. Down the beach, further away from the little crystal complex, Wayne is hanging out with another fish, holding idle conversation with it while he builds a sand castle himself.
Or, it would be a sand castle, if not for the buildings that he's constructed all around himself, carefully sculpted until it's become more of a small citadel. He probably shouldn't be spending as much time here as he is right now, but there's a certain reluctance that comes with the fact that if he simply goes back out there again, alone and unprepared, he will once again be reduced to goo. Not a pleasing prospect.
3. The Airship [Closed, for Security and ??]
Wayne and his crew are setting up for departure. The newly-acquired airship is spotless after having been grounded after the initial fall of Lord Gibby, Blerol's officers taking good care of it in the event that it would be necessary to deploy again. Now, after the solid done for him by Wayne and his crew, and being made more fully aware of the terrible situation presented by the return of Gibby and his cult, they're preparing to head out and gather resources, get in touch with the sages and with the Monitor, and attempt to find more information on the cult itself to be able to actually stop it permanently, since it apparently just didn't take last time.
Hopefully anyone else coming along with them has been informed of the situation. Otherwise, it's going to fall to Wayne and his crew to do the explaining. Which means going and attempting to catch one of them after they've settled in with their supplies, topped up the pneumataphores of the ship, and set a proper course. They just...have to decide what their course should actually be. There's so much to do, and not enough time to sit around and talk about it all.
4. The Concert [Closed, for Ava and ??]
It's been a while since they've had a show this raucous. Usually the people that come out to see Moonage Lobotomy are a chill bunch, but now the crowd is pressed right up against the stage, watching the Crew with an energy borne of having finally been allowed to snap out of the intense fugue state brought on by the Hylemxylem's signal. They're happy, the monstrous and humanoid alike crushing up against each other and getting absorbed in the music that has only gotten better in the last half dozen cycles.
Wayne sits on the edge of the stage when it's all over, shaking hands and getting hugs, pressed against his best friend's side while the others rest and talk with others in the audience. There's mention of new merch that will be coming out soon and, when the group starts to disperse to go and get some fresh air, Wayne has his arms out wide, looking out toward a figure he recognizes, a neighbor or perhaps a friend from the City, grinning more widely than most ever see.
"Heeeey you made it!"
5. Waynehouse [OPEN!]
It's nice out here. Quiet, most of the time. There's a breeze off the ocean, a beach where the Larvae congregate to be looked after, a field where there's almost always a group of Waynes in various stages of their training occupied with drills to keep them sharp while they prepare for the tasks that Old Wayne might send them out on, and at the top of the House, Old Wayne himself overseeing the place from his shaded perch where he'd settled in before he could no longer easily move under his own power.
Some Waynes are utterly identical, others have found their own little claims to individuality. Most have very similar names. The two that stand out the most are also those at the head of the bunch, making sure that they're all able to take care of themselves when left to their own devices. Old Wayne says they're not ready yet, and so, it falls to the toughened Wayne that had only just made it upright before the first 'xylem was erected, and a twin from the same hatching that had found her own identity and started to tailor her own clothes. The former is hanging out near the ocean cliffs with a juice box in hand and his legs hanging over the edge, watching the water and perhaps dissociating a little bit while on a break. Nearby, a larva meanders back and forth, just seeking to be close to someone else while it suns.
What: Memory share reality funk, for those that are more into the chiller end of poking brains
When: Early-Mid March
Warnings: N/A, will update as threads progress
The cracks in reality seem to gather where he passes by most frequently, usually in the highest density around his cabin, and the buffet. The colors that peek from inside are soft, pastel yellows and oranges, pinks and blues, and if one is to get close enough to them to investigate, they might hear some pretty sick guitar riffs, a result of the thing most prevalent in his mind lately, as they're being dumped into a reality very much like the man himself: soft and squishy-looking, with mild weather and a spectacular view of the surrounding ocean. You have arrived on an island chain, in the middle of a deeply blue, weirdly reflective ocean, and in the distance you can see an edifice. Everything here seems by and large pretty peaceful.
You might look down to see some changes to yourself. Perhaps not your clothes, but maybe your shape, or the texture of your skin. Do you still have the same number of limbs? Are there more? Are there less? Have you turned a color? Have you sprouted horns in any configuration? Are you now yet another Wayne? No matter how you might have ended up...
1. The Garden [Closed, for Fio and ??]
Wayne seems busy, moving back and forth from his house out to his garden. There are a few tools sitting on the ground outside the low wall, some dirty gloves over the top of it, and there are sprouts of plants already coming up in one half of the plot that he's working on. He's clearly been out here for a little while already, his preoccupation half borne of exhaustion.
A cat sits on top of the wall. It watches him moving back and forth across the plot that he's preparing for another row of vegetables. It looks smug. That's probably just its face.
Wayne pauses when he's deposited a sack that could possibly be soil, or fertilizer, or whatever this world's equivalent might be, standing straight and stretching his arms out behind him with a soft groan and a pop of the joints. His expression slackens when he spots a visitor, one hand coming up in an easygoing wave.
"Sup?"
2. The Afterlife [Closed, for Nobunaga and César]
The beach is kinda nice. If you like red water and random fish on the shore. The sand underfoot holds the shape of footprints even better than normal wet sand, and the few denizens of the realm seem largely content to keep to themselves. One fish might explain that its seen people making sand castles and how pleasing an activity it seems to be, even when the tide inevitably comes to wash them away. Down the beach, further away from the little crystal complex, Wayne is hanging out with another fish, holding idle conversation with it while he builds a sand castle himself.
Or, it would be a sand castle, if not for the buildings that he's constructed all around himself, carefully sculpted until it's become more of a small citadel. He probably shouldn't be spending as much time here as he is right now, but there's a certain reluctance that comes with the fact that if he simply goes back out there again, alone and unprepared, he will once again be reduced to goo. Not a pleasing prospect.
3. The Airship [Closed, for Security and ??]
Wayne and his crew are setting up for departure. The newly-acquired airship is spotless after having been grounded after the initial fall of Lord Gibby, Blerol's officers taking good care of it in the event that it would be necessary to deploy again. Now, after the solid done for him by Wayne and his crew, and being made more fully aware of the terrible situation presented by the return of Gibby and his cult, they're preparing to head out and gather resources, get in touch with the sages and with the Monitor, and attempt to find more information on the cult itself to be able to actually stop it permanently, since it apparently just didn't take last time.
Hopefully anyone else coming along with them has been informed of the situation. Otherwise, it's going to fall to Wayne and his crew to do the explaining. Which means going and attempting to catch one of them after they've settled in with their supplies, topped up the pneumataphores of the ship, and set a proper course. They just...have to decide what their course should actually be. There's so much to do, and not enough time to sit around and talk about it all.
4. The Concert [Closed, for Ava and ??]
It's been a while since they've had a show this raucous. Usually the people that come out to see Moonage Lobotomy are a chill bunch, but now the crowd is pressed right up against the stage, watching the Crew with an energy borne of having finally been allowed to snap out of the intense fugue state brought on by the Hylemxylem's signal. They're happy, the monstrous and humanoid alike crushing up against each other and getting absorbed in the music that has only gotten better in the last half dozen cycles.
Wayne sits on the edge of the stage when it's all over, shaking hands and getting hugs, pressed against his best friend's side while the others rest and talk with others in the audience. There's mention of new merch that will be coming out soon and, when the group starts to disperse to go and get some fresh air, Wayne has his arms out wide, looking out toward a figure he recognizes, a neighbor or perhaps a friend from the City, grinning more widely than most ever see.
"Heeeey you made it!"
5. Waynehouse [OPEN!]
It's nice out here. Quiet, most of the time. There's a breeze off the ocean, a beach where the Larvae congregate to be looked after, a field where there's almost always a group of Waynes in various stages of their training occupied with drills to keep them sharp while they prepare for the tasks that Old Wayne might send them out on, and at the top of the House, Old Wayne himself overseeing the place from his shaded perch where he'd settled in before he could no longer easily move under his own power.
Some Waynes are utterly identical, others have found their own little claims to individuality. Most have very similar names. The two that stand out the most are also those at the head of the bunch, making sure that they're all able to take care of themselves when left to their own devices. Old Wayne says they're not ready yet, and so, it falls to the toughened Wayne that had only just made it upright before the first 'xylem was erected, and a twin from the same hatching that had found her own identity and started to tailor her own clothes. The former is hanging out near the ocean cliffs with a juice box in hand and his legs hanging over the edge, watching the water and perhaps dissociating a little bit while on a break. Nearby, a larva meanders back and forth, just seeking to be close to someone else while it suns.
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The cat hops down off of the wall as she approaches, and Wayne comes to rest his hip against it, arms crossed. No spark of recognition from him, especially given how long in the past this is, but he's just as easygoing now as he would be in the future.
"Of course I'm here, this is my house," he points out. "Been a while since someone stopped by though. What's goin' on?"
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"This is your home, Mister Moon? Wow!" A pause. Wait. Her mood deflates suddenly. She really, really should think about getting back to her friends and family. She wonders how far away that rift sent her...
"Uh... um... I don't know," she answers with a shrug of her shoulders. "I saw this huge crack in the wall with all these pretty colors and... now I'm really lost."
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"Don't worry too much, you can chill here until you're ready to head out again. Bet if you head toward the city you'll find someone smart that'll help you find your way back."
The little smile he offers her comes along with an offering of a cookie, pink and leaf-shaped, from a lunch box that he's got stashed near the base of the wall. A pick-me-up, in case she needed a little extra.
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"Okay. I'll try not to worry. As long as you're here, I think I'll be fine!" She replies as a determined smile returns to her face. He's still as pleasant of a person to be around, just like the one she met on the boat.
Fio takes the cookie and moves to join him on the wall. "Oh, um..." She stammers a bit, feeling awkward having to ask, "You probably don't know my name, do you?"
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The question strikes him as odd, but if this is one of his neighbors on the island that's spoken to him in the past, well, now he feels like a bit of a jerk when he hast to admit, "uh...no, actually. Sorry man."
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"It's okay! And, um... I'm a girl. My name's Fio."
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"It's good to meet you, Fio. I was kinda busy before you showed up, but you can hang around it you wanna. You can keep the cat company." The cat makes a sound like bwaa when he acknowledges it.
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"Does it have a name?" She asks.
Though she doubts he would mind if she simply loitered around his home with the cat, she does like having something to do. That includes the smallest of tasks if it means helping another person out.
"And what were you busy with? Maybe I can help too."
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It rubs itself against Wayne's shins when he stands up again, offering Fio a hand to help her down from the wall when she's finished the cookie. It was sweet, lightly flavored, with chocolate spread through the center that wouldn't really do much but whet the appetite. A bit like a sugar cookie from a little blue tin.
"I'm trying to get my garden set up finally. I got seeds and starts and stuff, was working on actually getting it all in the ground since the weather is staying really nice." He gestures toward a row of oddly pale earth that he'd been working on digging up before she'd come up on him, and the assorted small, spongy green plants that he was working on putting in the soil. "You know anything about plants? I'm mostly going off of what the packages say."
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Little MewnAnd like that, she casually decides on the cat's nickname without asking for permission, just as she has easily taken to referring to Wayne as Mister Moon. Mister Moon and Little Moon sound like good names paired together.She quickly finishes up her cookie, making sure to chew and gulp everything down. There's small tidbits of pink cookie crumb on the edge of her mouth that doesn't notice. But once she's finished, she takes Wayne's hand and hops down from the wall.
"Not too much," she answers, shaking her head. A pause, then a thought, a memory from long ago crosses her mind. "Well, I used to take care of the roses back at school." Students took turns with various responsibilities, one such task being watering the white roses in the school garden. How long ago was that? Perhaps over a year and a half or two ago, in her own reality. Before the country's new laws expelled her.
Turning her head, she studies the green plants, which are nothing like anything that she's seen before. The care process might be different from roses. "Do these plants have names? I don't recognize them, but we can learn gardening together."
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Wayne kneels beside the little row he'd dug out and starts to shake the old soil off from around the seedlings before digging into the dirt with his fingertips to make each of them a nice little space.
"We just call 'em vegetables," he explains. "Forgot the names though."
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It's probably best that she best observes what Wayne does first before she attempts to assist. Kneeling next to him, she watches closely as he sets about to work on the garden plot.
A thoughtful hum, as she lifts her eyes to look over the unusual pale green sprouts. "Hey, I've got an idea. Why don't you give the veggies some new nicknames?"
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"Nicknames?" He's not the most creative person, but it's a fun idea nonetheless. He's settled onto one knee as he tucks the sprouts one at a time into the earth, lightly packing down the soil and loosely tying each one to a little stake to keep it from falling over under its own weight. He looks back at her and lightly waves a finger in her direction from where his arm is propped against his knee. "What would you suggest?"
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"Squiggly," which she whispers in a low voice at first. A pause, then louder with more confidence, followed by nodding in a sagely manner, "Squiggly Veggie."
Seemingly inspired by a couple of the green trees(?) that she's seen around. Her nicknames aren't the most creative but she always looks happy about them...
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"Alright, we've got squiggly-veg. Eventually they'll be edible squiggles. I'll save some for you when they're grown up."
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"Have you ever tried growing any flowers around your house?" ...She wonders what they'd look like in this place. Squiggly flowers?
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Wayne looks around at the suggestion of flowers, sitting back on his knees and considering the ground around him. Would it even hold flowers? He didn't really see much green out here unfortunately; the trees are thin and pale and a bit sickly-looking and while there is fresh water nearby, not a lot else seems to grow here. It makes this garden a bit of a daunting prospect to try and maintain.
"Eh...not yet, but I can try," he concedes. Maybe he could have window boxes? "Maybe you can help me pick some out."
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Her knowledge of gardening is minimal and even more so in a world like this. Maybe it's worth a try. They could try to cover this area up with so much more color! She probably won't be able to stay here long enough to see their complete growth, assuming she's still able to return to the Eterna somehow. Will the flowers grow into squiggly flowers?
Fio tilts her head, staring at Wayne thoughtfully.
"And when the flowers are fully grown, maybe we can use some of it for a flower crown!" ...Two little flower crowns on each end of the crescent, perhaps. (And when the topic of birthdays came up with the present day version of him, she may have also been daydreaming about painting his head with different colors...)
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"What do they look like? I can totally check in town and then we can put them around the fences," he suggests. Why not lean into the aesthetics of it? He could make this place look nice and livable. Maybe. If he can maintain the motivation at least.
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"Forget-me-nots look a little like this. They're called that 'cause they symbolize remembrance. The real ones have blue petals and they grow across a place called Ireland... my daddy told me that." Who's actually a certain skeleton detective on the cruise ship. Maybe the present time Wayne will meet him someday.
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Holding out the pendant for a few moments longer, she tucks it safely back underneath her hood. She's grateful to Skulduggery for teaching her the flower's meaning so she can impart the same knowledge to another. Especially when anyone can suddenly disappear or leave at any time. She doesn't want to forget a single one of her friends.