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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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But that hasn't been how it works here. Siffleur is a man and a cougar. He is always both, sometimes multiple times a day. It's... been good. Strange, new, but good.
So Daisy is right in the end - he changes in the same way. She changes in ways she was never prepared for. "My mother started out human, before she was changed. She always felt complicated about it too. Grateful but resentful. Maybe you'll eventually feel grateful, maybe not. But you're always welcome to come hunt in the Tommys, once you feel the need again. Bet Jack would enjoy fighting you."
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Daisy winces with a faint sense of recognition. It really is... different, being changed, instead of choosing to change. In some ways the sundries gift just amplified her even more complicated feelings about Avatarhood. "Maybe. Guess we'll see."
As for the rest... she snorts, softly. "Mister 'most delicious', huh. I'll— think about it. I need to work on the whole. Needing it. Thing. Be easier if giving in and Hunting doesn't feel like throwing myself off a ledge. I'm always gonna be a predator, I think. Just. Mm."
She waves a hand vaguely. There's a long way to go for her to reconcile the mentality that being a predator is inherently wrong with the existence of people like Siffleur himself, who handle it... differently?
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He tries to think if there's any advice he has for Daisy. This is the problem with spending most of his life where he has. As a cougar, he's been used to having more dangerous predators above him. As a human, he's been used to having more dangerous predators around him. Daisy's only been on the human scale, and she was a cop and that changes what kind of predator you are - and what predators are around you-
Oh. Hmm. He tips his head to the side slightly. "It's the two types of hunger. I get hungry for food, and I get hungry for hunting. I need food every day, but I can go for a hunt once or twice a month and be fine. Just have to figure out how often you need to hunt so it feels like an expected meal, so that part of you doesn't starve and snap." Easier said than done though, but at least it's a good place for Daisy to learn it. People's feelings are hurt when they die, but they still come back.
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"That... could work. In theory." Still harder to get the Hunt going, without pissing people off, but... "Suppose I'm not actually sure how often I need it. Since I never used to go more than a few days without a new Hunt."
Always another case, another criminal, another monster. Always another death game, another person who pissed her off. Always a new chase. There was never opportunity to starve because she never stopped Hunting.
She doesn't actually know her own limits. Not beyond the extremes.
"Kinda went from one extreme to the other."