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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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He glares down at that picture of Klaus's dad, instead. So, that's the face he owes a knuckle sandwich to if he ever shows his sorry mug around here. Got it.
"Hey, actually I got an even better idea. I got a photo album from home recently, too. Wanna come back to my place and we can swap. I'll tell you about my mom, you tell me about yours?" And he can get out of here and sober up properly. He's already starting to feel better.
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They smile brightly. "Yeah! Okay! We can do that!" Klaus is hoping Crichton will start feeling even better once they get back to the room. "I don't have a lot of pictures, but hopefully the universe will like me enough to give me more." Not that they had a lot of them, but maybe something will have changed.
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"Great, let's head over." It already is making him feel better. As much as missing his family hurts, it actually feels healing to talk about them to people who will really care.
"I hope so, Klaus. I was lucky enough to get the old family albums. I can show you my sisters when they were even younger. And me, too. I was the middle child."
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But they wave all of that off because it's probably better to focus on the good vibes and not the bad vibes.
"Oh shit. That's crazy. We didn't do a lot of photo taking. Most of my photos between like...18 and up were from the jail. So no one really wants my mug shots." There's a soft snort here. Cause that's funny, right? Not a problem but funny!
"Wow. Middle child. I dated a middle child once. That was a long time ago." There's a beat before. "No, wait." They are trying to remember how many siblings Nobunaga was and where he told them he was on the listing. This requires finger counting as they walk. "Okay, yeah. Nobunaga's not the oldest, but closer to the oldest than the middle. Yeah." There's a shrug. "We didn't have middle children. We were all the oldest. Like Septuplets...but from multiple moms.
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"I guess I can't be too surprised, considering how little your dad cared about you as people. But, I'm glad you still have some at all. Even if they are... mugshots. Heh." He just shakes his head. Klaus is something else.
"Nobunaga didn't exactly have the same kind of sibling relationships as me or even you, so I'm not sure where that puts him, either. But, hey, maybe that's why we're both so loud and obnoxious, huh?" He's absolutely saying that affectionately.
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"Yeeeaaah. If it wasn't a superhero or Umbrella Academy sort of photo, it probably wasn't happening with Dad. But Mom got pictures of us for her own collection." But it's one of those things. "Yeah, man. I was even in jail for my 23rd birthday. I almost died and then someone else died instead." Casually not mentioning that they killed that someone else. Oops. It was an accident!
Klaus snorts softly. "Yeah. His were weirdly murderous family members. I mean, Diego threw knives at me before, but if he wanted me dead, I'd be dead, so not the same vibe." They shrug slightly. "I like loud, obnoxious people. I'm not sure that I am not also loud and obnoxious. Unless you meant we as in you and me."
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"How's you get thrown in the slammer for that one? Party too hard?" Actually, is that what happened?
"You know what, I mean all of us. And birds of a feather flock together, don't they? Come on, let's get out of here."