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Wayne ([personal profile] ablativeholopleather) wrote in [community profile] come_sailaway2023-02-27 05:32 am

[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.
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[personal profile] sabigoe 2023-03-05 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
Spotting the moon-shaped head from a distance has given her hope. And now that she's up close, she notices the small differences in this younger version of Wayne. Been a while, he tells her. This is beginning to feel like many of her dreams, where she would see visions of the past. Except this time, she's able to properly interact with others, instead of simply watching events play out.

"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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[personal profile] sabigoe 2023-03-06 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
A city is bound to have plenty of people to ask for help. Or maybe she can find a similar-looking rift, leading back to the cruise ship. ...What if it turns out that she's alone after all? She's quickly distracted by that thought when he offers the cute, little pink cookie. She only just got here and she's not going to give in to those thoughts!

"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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[personal profile] sabigoe 2023-03-08 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
She looks like a fuzzy blob of an insect perched up on the wall. As she's about to take a bite into her cookie, she pauses, letting out an awkward laugh. Time repeats itself! She wonders if wearing this fluffy strangely patterned poncho makes her look even more boyish.

"It's okay! And, um... I'm a girl. My name's Fio."
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[personal profile] sabigoe 2023-03-08 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
And she moves past the awkwardness of being addressed with "man", just as quickly as the last time she heard it. Spending some time here before heading for the nearby city to seek a way back home should be fine, hopefully. Fio munches a bit on the cookie, glancing over to the cat with a smile.

"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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[personal profile] sabigoe 2023-03-11 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm gonna call it Little Moon." Little Mewn And 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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[personal profile] sabigoe 2023-03-13 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
"C'mon, Little Moon!" Fio addresses the cat with a giggle, as if her chipper tone would instill some cheer into it. Her voice is cheery with a smile as bright as the sun, a huge contrast to the disinterested little feline.

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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[personal profile] sabigoe 2023-03-19 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Fio holds a hand out towards the cat as it comes close, reaching to give it some pets while she ponders a good nickname.

"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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[personal profile] sabigoe 2023-03-24 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Thanks! I'm looking forward to those squiggly-veggies," she replies with a giggle. She acknowledges how silly it sounds, but she still takes pride in the names. And she's entirely forgotten her worries about being stuck here. This is fun, even though he's doing most of the gardening work at the moment.

"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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[personal profile] sabigoe 2023-03-30 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sure, I'll help! I wanna grow all sorts of colorful roses, sunflowers, and forget-me-nots." Do those even exist here? Maybe if they can find seeds for similar-looking ones. It doesn't matter what types they grow, honestly.

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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[personal profile] sabigoe 2023-04-07 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
She tries to recall the description of the flower, having never seen it in person. It's possible that she's found pictures of them in an encyclopedia, but that was long ago. Then she remembers that she can easily show it off, especially since she's wearing this necklace ever since receiving it as a Christmas gift. Reaching under the fluffiness of her poncho, she lifts out a flower pendant for Wayne to look at.

"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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[personal profile] sabigoe 2023-04-12 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Sure!" Fio beams with an eager nod.

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.