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come_sailaway2023-03-07 08:03 pm
breakaleginhalf) wrote in come_sailaway2023-03-07 08:03 pm
Fable the First: Fuck this shit I'm out
WHO: New beastie boy Gil!
WHAT: Memory share event!
WHEN: throughout March
WHERE; Everywhere while he gets his settle on, also memories in Arcadia
WARNINGS: Memories may include: Body horror (potential for mutilation, dismemberment, disembowelment, decapitation); cannibalism; cruel/unusual torture leading to death; forcible sedation; mind control/manipulation/commands to murder; Faeries but like, old school Gaelic horror stories. Please let me know if there's anything you'd like to hard opt out of!
I. Where's the beef (OTA, everywhere)
Alright, well. That was a stupid-ass safety drill. And Gil can't say he's fond of Friday either, with the whole No Face thing, but at least he's free and can do what the fuck he wants.
So at least step one is easy: work out what the fuck this place is. Cruise ship? Easy. Specifics? What the fuck. Also he's never been on a cruise ship before so it's very... new.
It's pretty easy to find him: he's the new guy, what's there to say. He's short, he's jacked to the shithouse, he's got a black buzz cut, he has thick scars covering every inch of his visible body in his singlet and cargo shorts and bare feet (some thick and ropy, wrapping around limbs and his neck like the pieces got melted back together, some are small, narrow and deep, and yet others are just shallow and superficial, and everything in-between), he has bare feet as he wanders the decks.
(For those with special eyes, though, he looks a bit different: the same height but a monstrous beast, his knuckles nearly dragging on the floor, arms almost half as broad again; thick, dark fur where the scars glint through like streaks of silver and flesh, the fur short but deliberately clipped down to the same length around his neck and chest, where there was clearly a mane at some point; his face is more like that of a bear or hyena, with jutting fangs and huge, bat-like ears; and his bare feet are now cloven hooves, oil-slick black and almost serrated at their tips.)
II. Thks fr th Mmrs (CW: ALL OF THE WARNINGS ABOVE)
If you're unlucky enough to fall into one of Gil's memory slips, it immediately and intensely feels...
Wrong.
There's a brilliant force of emotion in the air, like the buzz of an audience anticipating a stellar performance, made tangible in the air, like breathing through glitter, a sparkling hit of energy and life that feels like wading face-first into a dream. Or maybe the best high of your life, where everything is surreal, beautiful and overstimulating and intense.
And in every one there's a huge behemoth, black as sin, eyes like burning embers - sometimes it's like a wolf, all teeth and hunched shoulders, prowling - sometimes it's almost a bear, claws and thick fur and a roar that burns through to the soul with unbridled fear - sometimes it's no longer a human, disproportionate, foul and fury.
And in all of them, there's blood.
WHAT: Memory share event!
WHEN: throughout March
WHERE; Everywhere while he gets his settle on, also memories in Arcadia
WARNINGS: Memories may include: Body horror (potential for mutilation, dismemberment, disembowelment, decapitation); cannibalism; cruel/unusual torture leading to death; forcible sedation; mind control/manipulation/commands to murder; Faeries but like, old school Gaelic horror stories. Please let me know if there's anything you'd like to hard opt out of!
I. Where's the beef (OTA, everywhere)
Alright, well. That was a stupid-ass safety drill. And Gil can't say he's fond of Friday either, with the whole No Face thing, but at least he's free and can do what the fuck he wants.
So at least step one is easy: work out what the fuck this place is. Cruise ship? Easy. Specifics? What the fuck. Also he's never been on a cruise ship before so it's very... new.
It's pretty easy to find him: he's the new guy, what's there to say. He's short, he's jacked to the shithouse, he's got a black buzz cut, he has thick scars covering every inch of his visible body in his singlet and cargo shorts and bare feet (some thick and ropy, wrapping around limbs and his neck like the pieces got melted back together, some are small, narrow and deep, and yet others are just shallow and superficial, and everything in-between), he has bare feet as he wanders the decks.
(For those with special eyes, though, he looks a bit different: the same height but a monstrous beast, his knuckles nearly dragging on the floor, arms almost half as broad again; thick, dark fur where the scars glint through like streaks of silver and flesh, the fur short but deliberately clipped down to the same length around his neck and chest, where there was clearly a mane at some point; his face is more like that of a bear or hyena, with jutting fangs and huge, bat-like ears; and his bare feet are now cloven hooves, oil-slick black and almost serrated at their tips.)
II. Thks fr th Mmrs (CW: ALL OF THE WARNINGS ABOVE)
If you're unlucky enough to fall into one of Gil's memory slips, it immediately and intensely feels...
Wrong.
There's a brilliant force of emotion in the air, like the buzz of an audience anticipating a stellar performance, made tangible in the air, like breathing through glitter, a sparkling hit of energy and life that feels like wading face-first into a dream. Or maybe the best high of your life, where everything is surreal, beautiful and overstimulating and intense.
And in every one there's a huge behemoth, black as sin, eyes like burning embers - sometimes it's like a wolf, all teeth and hunched shoulders, prowling - sometimes it's almost a bear, claws and thick fur and a roar that burns through to the soul with unbridled fear - sometimes it's no longer a human, disproportionate, foul and fury.
And in all of them, there's blood.
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And his gaze flicks to his hands again. "I... a part of that whole mess made it so I still look human, to most people. But it's just an illusion. It wasn't the killing me that changed me, but. It was a pretty big part of the experience."
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"Dude... That sucks." How else is he supposed to say it? What can he even say? "Are- Is- Uh. What about now? Are you okay now?"
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He shrugs one shoulder.
"There's a few other people here like me. Uh, different stories, but same, like. We all got hit by the same assholes. We're called Changelings. Erin's one too, but her Mask- the, uh, the human illusion. She doesn't have one."
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He settles back into his seat, slouched over with his elbows atop his knees, looking down at the notebook again. He'd made so much progress just in the short time they've been sitting and talking here. There's a small uptick in his pride over that; in spite of everything, he was learning and more importantly, he didn't feel weird about it. He feels weird about most things here, he's just pretty good at hiding it.
He's quiet a moment, looking from Gil to the floor. "Hey...thanks you, for all this. It's cool not feeling quite as lost."
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He leans back on the couch, lifting an arm to rub through the fur on his neck. "Or even just hang out, or whatever, like. You're a cool dude. I like your company."
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"Yeah man, sure. It doesn't always have to be about answering questions, we can just chill. I like the pool up on the top deck, plenty of through-traffic there too if you wanna meet some of the others."