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come_sailaway2023-02-27 05:32 am
ablativeholopleather) wrote in come_sailaway2023-02-27 05:32 am
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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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He gives Wayne a merry thumbs up at the axe. "Go get 'em, tiger."
"That's pretty convenient. Die three times, get a weapon upgrade." He wonders if he can get one too. "I wonder if Klaus ever got weapons--" a pause, "Oh, but he did get powers? Maybe that's what he gets in reverse." For killing. And the Vietnam knife.
"Got a strategy in mind?"
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He doesn't know Klaus, not in this time, but if someone can gain powers in the afterlife then that's a pretty sweet deal. He'll have to find some dynamite to give the fellow in his sequestered little cave to see just what he's got hidden back there. Maybe a new gesture. A new power of his own!
"I'm chasing it down, blinding it, and making sure it can't react in time to riposte. Wanna watch?"
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The way that the man talks gets a rueful sort of smile. He speaks in such an even and lofty way. It makes him think that maybe things aren't going to be quite as bad as he thought they were.
"I could take you over to where that dig site is so you can hang out and keep an eye on the archeologist 'til I get back," he suggests. "Bet you guys would have a lot to talk about."
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Wayne gives him a thumbs-up and glances back toward the beach, the tide likely to carve away at their sand castles before he's made it back, but maybe that's not such a bad thing. They could come back and rebuild another time, surely. For now, it's time to brace himself and go out there and wipe a few cultists and that Fleshstache out. Wayne leads the way up the steps to the portal, looking at the fish seemingly keeping guard up here, then walking straight into the two-toned portal that deposits them right into a sandy hole in the ground next to a slightly dilapidated tent, and a figure that turns back to them with no discernible expression, but straightens up with their hands clasped together.
"Ah, excellent, you've returned! Good luck out there." To which Wayne tries very hard not to pout, looking a touch embarrassed. Instead of responding, he steps out into the ruins, scanning over the tops of crumbled architecture to spot the tops of the heads of the damnable cultists.
"'kay, you ready?" He looks back at Nobunaga, then moves with his axe held ready to swing on the first figure that approaches him.
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