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come_sailaway2023-09-10 03:41 pm
ss_buttcrack) wrote in come_sailaway2023-09-10 03:41 pm
[Open] Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This
Who: Crichton (Harvey) & You!
What: Catch-all September + Flower Event
When: September
Where: All over
Warnings: Violence (against Harvey), angst/grief, mention of pregnancy (prompt 2), inebriation/hallucination, Sobriety, breaking sobriety/alcoholism, will warn as needed
1. Some of them want to use you [Poppy Flower - Meet Harvey in your dreams]
Those poppy flowers seem to spring up all around like they have some kind of personal vendetta against him in particular. Buffet table? Mashed potatoes make a nice pillow. Pool deck? And him without his sunscreen. That's going to sting. Sometimes he's lucky enough to actually be sitting on a nice couch or something. The point is, these flowers are enforcing nap time whether he likes it or not. Come along for the ride and take a look into his nightmares. Someone is waiting to meet you there.
[OOC: I need some help with this one. Tag in and tell me where your character might have fallen asleep with him and I will do a custom dream starter for it so I'm not writing the same dream over and over. Team dreams can happen but limit to no more than 3 players in one thread (including me)]
2. Some of them want to get used by you [Angel Trumpet - Angst Option CW: pregnancy]
"Running away again, Crichton?" Aeryn Sun stands before him with her hands planted on her hips. Her sleek black hair hangs straight to the middle of her back, and her dark eyes regard him coldly. "How many more lives do you plan to ruin before you're satisfied?"
Crichton freezes in place, breath catching in his throat so hard he has to consciously force the air back out so he can utter one broken name into the empty hallway, "A-Aeryn?"
"Have you forgotten me already?" she answers cruelly. "And our unborn child? Or, did you find a replacement for us?"
"N-no," he croaks. "Don't. Please. You know it isn't like that. You know I didn't mean to--"
"Didn't mean to what, Crichton? Abandon me?"
"YOU ABANDONED ME FIRST!" He roars into the empty air. "You left! You didn't say a word about the baby! You left me!"
"It's not yours."
"It's John Crichton's!"
"It was his!"
"I know that! I..." Crichton's expression crumbles with grief, his voice cracks so much he can barely get out the words. "I know. It should have been me..." Tears roll down his cheeks as he stares into the stony visage of his--once--true love. "It should have been me."
3. Some of them want to abuse you [Hanging Vine - Comic Relief]
Crichton is on his way back to his cabin one evening with a plate full of cheese and crackers he foraged from the cheese shop. He's whistling a happy tune, looking forward to enjoying his one-man party sampler as a reward for making it through another whole week of sobriety.
Just as he rounds the corner, a hanging vine comes down from the ceiling and slaps the plate right out of his hand.
"Hey!"
Before he can stoop to clean up the mess, the plant is somehow grabbing leafy fistfuls of his cheese and shoving it into some kind of floral maw right before his eyes.
"HEY!" Crichton pulls his pistol on the plant. "Cut that out! Who do I look like to you, Seymour?!
4. Some of them want to be abused [Salvia - CW: drug-like hallucinations/inebriation/Sobriety]
He doesn't notice the Salvia growing outside his cabin door this morning. But he's starting to notice the effects. At first, he thinks he must just be a little groggier than usual. Until the hall starts to twist and turn in front of his very eyes.
"What... what the hell?" His first thought is to go right back to his cabin but he's become so disoriented he can't find his way to the door. He's grasping at the walls, sliding along them, but to his eyes, they're rippling like the disturbed surface of a pond.
He feels like he's eight hours into a twelve-hour bender. But that's impossible! He hasn't touched a damn thing for the better part of a month. He hasn't even taken an aspirin!
"Oh, God, I think I'm going to be sick."
5. Everybody's looking for something [Another angst option- [CW: breaking Sobriety] caused by Ava exposing him to purple hyacinth]
He can't take it anymore. He can't frelling take it. He has so many regrets heaped one upon the other in his mind they are threatening to topple over like a Jenga set. And it's all too damn late. What is he supposed to do? He can't go back in time. He can't go home. He can't fix any of this. And he can't seem to forget it. Not without help.
He was doing so well. He was really trying. But... today he's sat at the bar slumped over a bottle of tequila. The real stuff, not the imitation brand Johnny brought in. He's already well into the bottle, sobbing openly, hiccuping so hard his chest is sore and, still, he can't seem to make these bitter feelings go away.
Is this what it's going to feel like to die of a broken heart?
What: Catch-all September + Flower Event
When: September
Where: All over
Warnings: Violence (against Harvey), angst/grief, mention of pregnancy (prompt 2), inebriation/hallucination, Sobriety, breaking sobriety/alcoholism, will warn as needed
1. Some of them want to use you [Poppy Flower - Meet Harvey in your dreams]
Those poppy flowers seem to spring up all around like they have some kind of personal vendetta against him in particular. Buffet table? Mashed potatoes make a nice pillow. Pool deck? And him without his sunscreen. That's going to sting. Sometimes he's lucky enough to actually be sitting on a nice couch or something. The point is, these flowers are enforcing nap time whether he likes it or not. Come along for the ride and take a look into his nightmares. Someone is waiting to meet you there.
[OOC: I need some help with this one. Tag in and tell me where your character might have fallen asleep with him and I will do a custom dream starter for it so I'm not writing the same dream over and over. Team dreams can happen but limit to no more than 3 players in one thread (including me)]
2. Some of them want to get used by you [Angel Trumpet - Angst Option CW: pregnancy]
"Running away again, Crichton?" Aeryn Sun stands before him with her hands planted on her hips. Her sleek black hair hangs straight to the middle of her back, and her dark eyes regard him coldly. "How many more lives do you plan to ruin before you're satisfied?"
Crichton freezes in place, breath catching in his throat so hard he has to consciously force the air back out so he can utter one broken name into the empty hallway, "A-Aeryn?"
"Have you forgotten me already?" she answers cruelly. "And our unborn child? Or, did you find a replacement for us?"
"N-no," he croaks. "Don't. Please. You know it isn't like that. You know I didn't mean to--"
"Didn't mean to what, Crichton? Abandon me?"
"YOU ABANDONED ME FIRST!" He roars into the empty air. "You left! You didn't say a word about the baby! You left me!"
"It's not yours."
"It's John Crichton's!"
"It was his!"
"I know that! I..." Crichton's expression crumbles with grief, his voice cracks so much he can barely get out the words. "I know. It should have been me..." Tears roll down his cheeks as he stares into the stony visage of his--once--true love. "It should have been me."
3. Some of them want to abuse you [Hanging Vine - Comic Relief]
Crichton is on his way back to his cabin one evening with a plate full of cheese and crackers he foraged from the cheese shop. He's whistling a happy tune, looking forward to enjoying his one-man party sampler as a reward for making it through another whole week of sobriety.
Just as he rounds the corner, a hanging vine comes down from the ceiling and slaps the plate right out of his hand.
"Hey!"
Before he can stoop to clean up the mess, the plant is somehow grabbing leafy fistfuls of his cheese and shoving it into some kind of floral maw right before his eyes.
"HEY!" Crichton pulls his pistol on the plant. "Cut that out! Who do I look like to you, Seymour?!
4. Some of them want to be abused [Salvia - CW: drug-like hallucinations/inebriation/Sobriety]
He doesn't notice the Salvia growing outside his cabin door this morning. But he's starting to notice the effects. At first, he thinks he must just be a little groggier than usual. Until the hall starts to twist and turn in front of his very eyes.
"What... what the hell?" His first thought is to go right back to his cabin but he's become so disoriented he can't find his way to the door. He's grasping at the walls, sliding along them, but to his eyes, they're rippling like the disturbed surface of a pond.
He feels like he's eight hours into a twelve-hour bender. But that's impossible! He hasn't touched a damn thing for the better part of a month. He hasn't even taken an aspirin!
"Oh, God, I think I'm going to be sick."
5. Everybody's looking for something [Another angst option- [CW: breaking Sobriety] caused by Ava exposing him to purple hyacinth]
He can't take it anymore. He can't frelling take it. He has so many regrets heaped one upon the other in his mind they are threatening to topple over like a Jenga set. And it's all too damn late. What is he supposed to do? He can't go back in time. He can't go home. He can't fix any of this. And he can't seem to forget it. Not without help.
He was doing so well. He was really trying. But... today he's sat at the bar slumped over a bottle of tequila. The real stuff, not the imitation brand Johnny brought in. He's already well into the bottle, sobbing openly, hiccuping so hard his chest is sore and, still, he can't seem to make these bitter feelings go away.
Is this what it's going to feel like to die of a broken heart?
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There's a long sigh. "It is, I suppose, what makes the world go round. Why have worlds when you aren't using people?" This is sarcasm and Maeve dislikes how common it is herself. "Yes. Well, it was called Westworld for a reason. Every girl had a story and a personality set up for her as to why she was there. And I had my story as well." She shrugs. "It's not real. None of it is. It's all programming and the writers' ideas. It is curious how much was considered unnecessary in the long run. Detailed family structure, fleshed out interpersonal relationships from prior to where we were. An exact idea of the year." There's a beat. "But then we were never meant to wake up and realize any of that, were we?"
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"If you weren't meant to ever realize it, then how did that happen? How did you get free?"
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That was the question, wasn't it? "My creator felt bad. He knew his creations had the capacity to learn and change and that Delos was looking for an excuse to get rid of him. So he got rid of himself, but not before setting things in motion for me and others to wake up. He created my path, giving me an out that I didn't actually take. He wanted me to leave the park, but he underestimated my desire to find my daughter."
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"Felt bad enough to let you loose but not bad enough to do anything else about the problem or stick around to be an active part of the solution? That's rich...
"Did you find your daughter?"
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But he isn’t wrong about the rest of it. “Well, of course not, darling. Ford was…many things. Perfect was not even somewhat part of it.” But he had he did something. “It isn’t the first time. Arnold did the same before him. Though these days he goes by Bernard. After he died, he became one of us.”
She lets out a sigh. “But as to your question, yes. I found her. She did not remember me anymore. She was given a new mother. Akecheta and his tribe took her and her new mother to the place in the desert where the entrance to the Valley Beyond was. I was able to make sure that she got safely through before I died.” A beat. “The death did not stick, naturally. But that is the way of things. Death is never truly the end. But she is safe away from the humans.”
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"I'm sorry you had to let her go. Gotta be the hardest choice a mother could ever make. You've really been through hell, haven't you?"
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She gives him a smile. "Well, it wouldn't be my life if it wasn't, would it? I'd like to say it got better, but I'm afraid I would be lying."
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"Makes me afraid to ask what else..."
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okay to wrap this one?