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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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The Wayne to whom Pratt is closest is at least the one hanging out physically closest, making it that little bit easier to keep from confusing him with the others. They all sound very similar after all. Especially when one of the others speaks up too.]
Oh yeah dude.
[Pratt's Wayne nods in agreement and confirmation.]
Eventually, yeah. Gotta live that long first, but I think we've got this.
[A couple of thumbs-up, and then the others turn their attentions back to the TV. Unfortunately it seems as if Wayne can't actually remember was on it on this day or it might have actually been playing something resembling entertainment. For now, it's just indistinct acid-washed colors and Charlie Brown-type womps.]
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This little journey to Wayne's home is rad.]
I believe in you man, you got this. All of you.
[He's just gonna chill here, and eventually fall asleep and have a nice nap on the couch surrounded by strange moon shaped friends and their little moon larvae.
It'll be a bummer when this memory ends and he's back on the ship.]
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In the evening when he wakes up again, he'd be comfortably laid down on the couch with his feet propped on the arm of it and his head in the lap of a Wayne that's similarly snoozing, head back with his mouth open and one gloved hand resting on Pratt's shoulder. The other Waynes have gone off about their business, leaving the pair of them there on the couch to snooze in peace.
The smell of something vaguely breakfast-y wafts from what is presumably a kitchen area, and that's what makes Wayne himself lift his head up, peering around blearily then gently nudging his leg against the back of Pratt's shoulder.]
C'mon dude, should actually get you situated...
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Yeah. Let's.. let's do that. Sorry, kinda, forgot where I was? [He grins sheepishly.]
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Glad you're comfortable, man. Hopefully that means you'll be able to hang out 'til you're set up.
[He waits for Pratt to actually join him, hands in his pockets. At least they've got some things ready to go for a meal on the go, and Wayne admits under his breath that his own ability to cook isn't very good, preferring to microwave or just eat things cold; he loves some grab-n'-go.
Regardless of whether Pratt ends up taking anything for himself, he would then be shown upstairs to a room with a writing desk, mirror, squat square bed neatly made up with a too-large blanket and some slightly discombobulating art on the wall. This, he explains, would be a nice temp room until they actually got him set with a position, probably with the larvae since they seem to have taken a shine to him, and vice versa.
Then Wayne nudges his arm, and nods his head down the hallway from here to a door leading out.]
C'mon, gotta let Old Wayne weigh in.
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[Now that he's come down from his initial panic he realizes just how rested he feels. Man, that's nice. He grabs another juicebox and whatever is trailmix-like that he can put in a pocket. He follows along wherever Wayne leads him.]
Oh yeah cool, I wanna meet Old Wayne! [He really wants to see what Wayne is gonna turn into.] Think he'll like me?
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I think you're good, bro.
[He hasn't met anyone so far that Old Wayne hasn't approved of at least somewhat, and he can't imagine that someone as chill as Pratt would be any different. He holds the door open at the end of the hall, leading up the path toward the outcrop where a massive umbrella has been set up, and a comfortable mat, atop which rests an absolutely massive creature that only bears the vaguest resemblance to Wayne himself. His description hadn't done the figure justice as it moves ponderously, a dozen dark eyes turning down to look at the pair of them. One immense, gloved hand supports the weight of Old Wayne as he leans down to bring himself a little closer to their height.]
Yo.
[To which Old Wayne replies "What's up?" in a deeper, more sonorous version of the smaller Wayne's voice.]
Checking in, seeing where we need some help. New guy here's pretty cool.
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Oh damn, you are awesome.
[Probably not that.]
Yeah I'm Deputy Pratt. Just showed up uh.. yesterday. Thinking about staying and helping out.
[He sounds earnest, because this is one of the first memories he's entered and has no idea that he's gonna get booted out at some point.]
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We welcome the help.
[Wayne is pleased with the easy sort of back-and-forth, even if Pratt looks awed in the biblical sense to be seeing something like Old Wayne in the flesh. He's explaining that so far it seems like Pratt's taken a shine to the larvae, proposing letting the man follow one of the custodians around after he'd taken the time to set up in the temporary quarters so that he could get to know the island. Old Wayne takes it all under advisement and lifts himself back up to look over the two of them, then quietly nodding.
Tomorrow, he decides, they would make a run into the city to pick up supplies for the House, and then Pratt could take his time getting to know the area. Until then, he would be left to his own devices to do as he sees fit.]
Rad.
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[He's going to be so mad when he goes to sleep on the couch again that night and then wakes up back on the ship. He was so close to having a real purpose and chilling with a bunch of people who were extremely rad and who had probably never heard of The Platters before. Dammit.]
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[Unfortunately for Pratt, that is exactly what happens; the moment he's led back to the room to get comfortable, someone's belongings already there in a couple of suitcases as if placed there by one of the others in the time that Pratt had been occupied with Wayne and the larvae.
At least if he goes and hangs out with Wayne later, it'll be easy enough to try and arrange this as a possible future for him, depending on what happens to them here.]