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come_sailaway2023-03-07 01:05 pm
teethoftherisk) wrote in come_sailaway2023-03-07 01:05 pm
then I found a place, it's dark and it's rotted [memeshare - open]
Who: Siffleur and you
What: Memory sharing & an opt-in
When: throughout March
Where: various
Warnings: Body horror, medical gore, cannibalism, death, suicide, suicidal idealization, child neglect, possible discussions of past sexual assault in first prompt, unreality
1) The River
On the banks of a newly defrosted river, a young women who looks to be in her mid-twenties kneels by the ice cold waters. The snow has melted, but there's a chill in the air that can't be shaken. Her hair is dirty and matted, and she's wearing a stained dress that's too big for her. Beside her is a freshly birthed baby, half-transformed between human and cougar, screaming in pain.
The woman isn't handling it well. Siffleur is about 10 minutes old and he's also not handling it well either.
2) The Forest
In an old growth forest in the height of summer, a small cougar kitten has left the den where his mother sleeps to play in the grass and chase the large dragonflies that dart around. Siffleur is very young and very curious, and though he usually avoids other people, today he's feeling brave enough to investigate anything new and novel. He's climbing a old fallen log in pursuit of a particularly shiny dragonfly that's resting on the end.
But he loses his grip when he sees someone new in the clearing, falling back and going head over heels, rolling back a few times before landing paws up.
3) The City
In a rundown city just across the Canadian border, a teen boy sits outside a convenience store. His clothing is dirty and stained, and he hasn't washed in at least two weeks. His stomach growls and he watches carefully as people slowly trickle in and out of the store. Siffleur's shaggy hair hangs in his eyes and he doesn't ask for help - he just watches each person as they exit their car.
There's someone here who wasn't there before. His yellow eyes snap to them, quickly looking them up and down.
4) The Small Town
In a place with a population of less than a 1000 people, less than six half-paved streets and one bar, Siffleur sits at the bar with a beer. His cellphone buzzes now and then but he's left it laying face down, not bothering to check it. There's plenty of empty stools around him - less of an invitation and more of a warning.
On the TVs, Ottawa is playing Anaheim, but from the dour mood of those folks watching the screens, it's clear that a Canadian team isn't going to win this Stanley Cup. Occasionally, Siffleur glances back, looking for someone who isn't here yet.
5) Killing Myself In Front Of You To Change The Trajectory Of Your Life Forever (Opt-In, TW: Suicide)
This isn't Siffleur's memory - it's one of yours.
Perhaps it's something personal, something traumatic and private, the kind of thing you would hate to have seen by anyone. Perhaps it's of better times, good days, drinks, laughter, that kind of thing. Maybe it's just another quiet mundane day.
It doesn't matter. The moment he realizes he's in your memory, Siffleur acts instantly and decisively, and kills himself. There's no hesitation. If there's danger he can use to do it, he does - throwing himself against the obvious monsters, picking a fight with something that's ready to rip him to shreds. Or, if not that, then he'll do the job himself with a kitchen knife if available, or anything sharp.
And in the most dire of circumstances where there's nothing for him to use at all? Well... here's your front row seat to a memory of a complete stranger looking around, grabbing his head between his hands and snapping his own neck.
He'll be back on the ship the next day, carefully avoiding the cracks as he attempts to shuffle away from his cabin and over to the buffet to eat breakfast. Feel free to ambush him for an answer then.
What: Memory sharing & an opt-in
When: throughout March
Where: various
Warnings: Body horror, medical gore, cannibalism, death, suicide, suicidal idealization, child neglect, possible discussions of past sexual assault in first prompt, unreality
1) The River
On the banks of a newly defrosted river, a young women who looks to be in her mid-twenties kneels by the ice cold waters. The snow has melted, but there's a chill in the air that can't be shaken. Her hair is dirty and matted, and she's wearing a stained dress that's too big for her. Beside her is a freshly birthed baby, half-transformed between human and cougar, screaming in pain.
The woman isn't handling it well. Siffleur is about 10 minutes old and he's also not handling it well either.
2) The Forest
In an old growth forest in the height of summer, a small cougar kitten has left the den where his mother sleeps to play in the grass and chase the large dragonflies that dart around. Siffleur is very young and very curious, and though he usually avoids other people, today he's feeling brave enough to investigate anything new and novel. He's climbing a old fallen log in pursuit of a particularly shiny dragonfly that's resting on the end.
But he loses his grip when he sees someone new in the clearing, falling back and going head over heels, rolling back a few times before landing paws up.
3) The City
In a rundown city just across the Canadian border, a teen boy sits outside a convenience store. His clothing is dirty and stained, and he hasn't washed in at least two weeks. His stomach growls and he watches carefully as people slowly trickle in and out of the store. Siffleur's shaggy hair hangs in his eyes and he doesn't ask for help - he just watches each person as they exit their car.
There's someone here who wasn't there before. His yellow eyes snap to them, quickly looking them up and down.
4) The Small Town
In a place with a population of less than a 1000 people, less than six half-paved streets and one bar, Siffleur sits at the bar with a beer. His cellphone buzzes now and then but he's left it laying face down, not bothering to check it. There's plenty of empty stools around him - less of an invitation and more of a warning.
On the TVs, Ottawa is playing Anaheim, but from the dour mood of those folks watching the screens, it's clear that a Canadian team isn't going to win this Stanley Cup. Occasionally, Siffleur glances back, looking for someone who isn't here yet.
5) Killing Myself In Front Of You To Change The Trajectory Of Your Life Forever (Opt-In, TW: Suicide)
This isn't Siffleur's memory - it's one of yours.
Perhaps it's something personal, something traumatic and private, the kind of thing you would hate to have seen by anyone. Perhaps it's of better times, good days, drinks, laughter, that kind of thing. Maybe it's just another quiet mundane day.
It doesn't matter. The moment he realizes he's in your memory, Siffleur acts instantly and decisively, and kills himself. There's no hesitation. If there's danger he can use to do it, he does - throwing himself against the obvious monsters, picking a fight with something that's ready to rip him to shreds. Or, if not that, then he'll do the job himself with a kitchen knife if available, or anything sharp.
And in the most dire of circumstances where there's nothing for him to use at all? Well... here's your front row seat to a memory of a complete stranger looking around, grabbing his head between his hands and snapping his own neck.
He'll be back on the ship the next day, carefully avoiding the cracks as he attempts to shuffle away from his cabin and over to the buffet to eat breakfast. Feel free to ambush him for an answer then.
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With great reluctantance to break his own rule, but also not willing to be a full Father about this one with her present, he moves into a squat so he can see her cool bug.
It's a very cool bug.
"Hi. She looks strong." He agrees and reaches out to tap the bug's horn. "Did you catch it with your own hands?"
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She shifts a bit closer. "Do you want to hold him?"
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"But my mum said when I'm six, maybe I can have a puppy."
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He wonders if Ava ever did get her puppy, or if it was another thing that was lost to her.
That's a question he wishes he didn't know enough to think. But since he does, he decides not to shy away from it. "Have you thought about a name for the puppy?"
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"Hmmmm..." She looks very thoughtful, because she hasn't yet considered a name for a puppy, unaware that she will never get the chance. Wouldn't that depend on what kind of dog it was? Like a fluffy one could be Fluffy and ones with spots could be Spot and... but she wants to give a good answer. "Speckle!"
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She thinks it's sad that the animals don't like him very much, though if he stinks she can't really tell. But her expression brightens at the orange cat named Garfield. She's seen those comics in the newspaper. "Does he eat lasagna?"
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“Yes. Garfield ate lasagna, and anything we left out on the table. He also really liked ice cream. We would sometimes get big boxes of creamsicles and he would climb all over you so he could lick some off the stick.” He had been a stupid thing, too dumb to recognize that Siffleur would eat him in a second, or that any of the humans could have hurt him. No one did though. Everyone liked Garfield there. After long grueling days of processing carcasses, standing in that subzero packing plant, it was a relief to step out into the heat and let the chill leave your bones. Nobody would have eaten the ice cream if it wasn’t for Garfield, everyone happy to hold the otherwise unpalatable ice-cold treat just to have that bundle of purrs scrabble up on them for attention.
Siffleur had lasted an extra month at that job, at that place, just for Garfield. But then his mother had called, and he’d moved on and left it all behind, eager to shed his manskin. He had never gone back. Maybe the cat was still there...
Maybe Ava had gotten her puppy...
“... would you like to pet a big cat?” He asks Ava.
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And she very much enjoys the story of Garfield the cat eating ice cream. "That isn't bad for cats?" she asks. Her parents always try to remind her that too many treats can make you sick. But she's pretty sure cats are supposed to eat cat food. Even if those dry pellets don't look all that appetizing. So perhaps she doesn't blame him for wanting something more delicious after all.
"Do you have a kitty?" she asks excitedly, looking around. Toward the trees and bushes, anywhere a cat might be hiding.
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Siffleur nods. "Yes. He is not a pet, but he is a friend. They are usually very dangerous but we have an understanding, and he already ate today. I'll go fetch him. But you must wait here, and do not come towards any noises you hear in the bushes."
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She nods a bit excitedly, sitting back in the grass and waiting very patiently. He isn't asking her to go anywhere with him so it's probably fine!
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The transformation takes the time it takes, and there's no way to make the sounds of bones snapping less gruesome, but he hopes that it taking place out of sight behind the greenery is enough to shield Ava from the worst of it.
And, he hopes that she forgets all about any noises when she sees him trot out. Siffleur comes towards her, stopping a few feet in front of Ava and then flopping on his side and giving her a friendly chirp.
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The cat that comes back out is much larger than she expected, and Ava gives a bit of a startled gasp and almost scrambles backwards. But the cat doesn't seem to be threatening at all, isn't growling or showing its teeth or claws at her like she'd expect of something wanting to eat her. And as he flops over, she decides he's friendly after all and slowly comes just a bit closer. "Kitty kitty..." she puts her hand out and it is trembling just slightly.
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Then, because children love to be startled very gently, he gives her fingertips a lick.