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come_sailaway2023-09-19 10:20 am
theotherright) wrote in come_sailaway2023-09-19 10:20 am
[closed to Darcy & Siffleur] even in my dreams, I can't win
Who: Arthur & Darcy, Arthur & Siffleur
What: Snzzzzzzzzz
When: No time like the present
Where: Let's say library, we love to nap in the library
Warnings: There'll be a lot of very dark subjects portrayed with various levels of comedy or seriousness - child death, murder, suicide, body horror, cannibalism, jaywalking, et cetera.
[For Darcy] The Feast
Arthur is sprawled — like Dorothy — in the bed of poppies that have overtaken the braille & large print section of the library.
Whenever Darcy cares to join in, they'll find — like Alice — a long table with a chequered cloth crammed uncomfortably into a hole much too small for it, set up for tea with nice old-timey china. Near the middle sits a skeleton with several bones missing from its chest; across from it sits Arthur, down an arm and a leg. He's otherwise plumper by far than he is on the ship. In between them is a platter of ribs and limbs, sizzling, flanked by gravy and trimmings. John, a dark and looming shadow, skulks at the end of the table, as far away from the food as possible.
Darcy has a plate too. Arthur looks at them, his mouth full of rib, and then down at their meal. "Are you going to eat that?"
[For Siffleur] The Feast (Nightmare Difficulty)
His dreams cycle back to the prison all the time, one way or another. On the worst nights the oppression of the place is combined with his other, even worse recurring nightmares.
Siffleur finds himself in a grey dirt pit, in front of Arthur in some Cronos Eating His Son ass pose, about half of a four-year-old girl in his hands. He is bawling. This is, and will continue to be, a bad time.
What: Snzzzzzzzzz
When: No time like the present
Where: Let's say library, we love to nap in the library
Warnings: There'll be a lot of very dark subjects portrayed with various levels of comedy or seriousness - child death, murder, suicide, body horror, cannibalism, jaywalking, et cetera.
[For Darcy] The Feast
Arthur is sprawled — like Dorothy — in the bed of poppies that have overtaken the braille & large print section of the library.
Whenever Darcy cares to join in, they'll find — like Alice — a long table with a chequered cloth crammed uncomfortably into a hole much too small for it, set up for tea with nice old-timey china. Near the middle sits a skeleton with several bones missing from its chest; across from it sits Arthur, down an arm and a leg. He's otherwise plumper by far than he is on the ship. In between them is a platter of ribs and limbs, sizzling, flanked by gravy and trimmings. John, a dark and looming shadow, skulks at the end of the table, as far away from the food as possible.
Darcy has a plate too. Arthur looks at them, his mouth full of rib, and then down at their meal. "Are you going to eat that?"
[For Siffleur] The Feast (Nightmare Difficulty)
His dreams cycle back to the prison all the time, one way or another. On the worst nights the oppression of the place is combined with his other, even worse recurring nightmares.
Siffleur finds himself in a grey dirt pit, in front of Arthur in some Cronos Eating His Son ass pose, about half of a four-year-old girl in his hands. He is bawling. This is, and will continue to be, a bad time.