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come_sailaway2023-09-30 08:46 pm
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Revenging Angel - The Rise and Fall of Harvey
Who: Crichton (Harvey), Lt. Tayrey, Dr. Watson, Arthur, Cassandra, Erin, literally anyone is welcome to jump into this mess
What: Here's what you missed last time.
TL;DR: Harvey stole some revenge-loving daggers that were in Tayrey's care and used them to murder Valdis. He made Crichton watch. This is the place to play the fallout directly after.
When: Sep 30 for the murder, Oct 1, and forward for the fallout. Will include later dates in Oct, as well.
Where: The Brig + Various locations stated in the starters posted below
Warnings: Blood, Death, Gore, Violence, Mind-control, mention of Drugs/Alcohol Addiction, will warn for more as necessary
This is a nightmare. This is his worst nightmare come to pass. Valdis...frell. Is she going to come back in three days? After watching her die like that, he's terrified she might not. It's his fault. It's all his fault. He should have known Harvey would still be plotting behind his back. Why did he ever let himself believe it could be safe? He should have stayed locked in the brig.
God... help him.
In The Brig - Guard Duty - Open
This is where he belongs. This is where he should have stayed in the first place. This time, however, he can't stand to be alone. He's begged anyone and everyone he knows to, essentially, play guard duty on shifts. He can't let himself fall asleep unless there's someone there to watch him. Even then, it's hard. The dark circles under his eyes grow more purple by the day as he constantly starts to nod off, only to jerk himself awake again in a panic.
It will go on like this for days. He'll refuse to take one step out of this cell, not even to go get food. Not like he has much of an appetite anyway. Besides, he knows if he walks out of here the first place he might wind up is in front of a bar. He's let Valdis down enough already... he can't risk it.
Find him huddled up in the corner of the brig under a blanket once again like a sick case of deja vu. If it's your turn to watch him, he'll point to his pulse pistol sitting over on a chair outside the cell and say, "Use that on me if I try to leave."
[ooc: feel free to handwave Crichton asking for your character's help.
Rise & Shine
Harvey is dead. Crichton had to die with him. Now, three days later, only one of them is back alive.
At 6:00 a.m. sharp, Crichton takes a deep breath in. His eyes fly open and he sits straight up in his bed. Is it done? Is he gone? Is Harvey really gone?
Crichton searches his mind, trying to access that place where he and his mental clone used to meet. He can't. It isn't there. Harvey isn't there!! The weight of him is lifted. For the first time in so, so long, Crichton is alone in his own mind.
"YES!!" He jumps out of bed and dances in place right there on the carpet, with a few more excited whoops and hollers for good measure.
"He's gone! HE'S GONE!"
Crichton might be so distracted by his own celebrating that he may or may not notice if he has company in the room with him. But, the more the merrier today. He's finally free!
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The celebrating doesn't stop there. Good God, he's so hungry. People brought him sandwiches while he was down in the brig, but he'd only picked at them half-heartedly. Not much appetite. Well, guess what's back now?? He could eat a whole cougar.
Find him spread out in the buffet later that morning with five plates in front of him, greedily shoving every type of breakfast confection into his mouth like he's worried they're going to vanish off his plate. They are, but they're vanishing into his stomach! Food has never tasted this good.
Wildcard options open: Let me know what kind of starter you want and I'll make it happen. Keep in mind this will be the last chance to participate with Harvey. He'll be perma-dead at the conclusion of this plot.]
What: Here's what you missed last time.
TL;DR: Harvey stole some revenge-loving daggers that were in Tayrey's care and used them to murder Valdis. He made Crichton watch. This is the place to play the fallout directly after.
When: Sep 30 for the murder, Oct 1, and forward for the fallout. Will include later dates in Oct, as well.
Where: The Brig + Various locations stated in the starters posted below
Warnings: Blood, Death, Gore, Violence, Mind-control, mention of Drugs/Alcohol Addiction, will warn for more as necessary
This is a nightmare. This is his worst nightmare come to pass. Valdis...frell. Is she going to come back in three days? After watching her die like that, he's terrified she might not. It's his fault. It's all his fault. He should have known Harvey would still be plotting behind his back. Why did he ever let himself believe it could be safe? He should have stayed locked in the brig.
God... help him.
In The Brig - Guard Duty - Open
This is where he belongs. This is where he should have stayed in the first place. This time, however, he can't stand to be alone. He's begged anyone and everyone he knows to, essentially, play guard duty on shifts. He can't let himself fall asleep unless there's someone there to watch him. Even then, it's hard. The dark circles under his eyes grow more purple by the day as he constantly starts to nod off, only to jerk himself awake again in a panic.
It will go on like this for days. He'll refuse to take one step out of this cell, not even to go get food. Not like he has much of an appetite anyway. Besides, he knows if he walks out of here the first place he might wind up is in front of a bar. He's let Valdis down enough already... he can't risk it.
Find him huddled up in the corner of the brig under a blanket once again like a sick case of deja vu. If it's your turn to watch him, he'll point to his pulse pistol sitting over on a chair outside the cell and say, "Use that on me if I try to leave."
[ooc: feel free to handwave Crichton asking for your character's help.
Rise & Shine
Harvey is dead. Crichton had to die with him. Now, three days later, only one of them is back alive.
At 6:00 a.m. sharp, Crichton takes a deep breath in. His eyes fly open and he sits straight up in his bed. Is it done? Is he gone? Is Harvey really gone?
Crichton searches his mind, trying to access that place where he and his mental clone used to meet. He can't. It isn't there. Harvey isn't there!! The weight of him is lifted. For the first time in so, so long, Crichton is alone in his own mind.
"YES!!" He jumps out of bed and dances in place right there on the carpet, with a few more excited whoops and hollers for good measure.
"He's gone! HE'S GONE!"
Crichton might be so distracted by his own celebrating that he may or may not notice if he has company in the room with him. But, the more the merrier today. He's finally free!
----
The celebrating doesn't stop there. Good God, he's so hungry. People brought him sandwiches while he was down in the brig, but he'd only picked at them half-heartedly. Not much appetite. Well, guess what's back now?? He could eat a whole cougar.
Find him spread out in the buffet later that morning with five plates in front of him, greedily shoving every type of breakfast confection into his mouth like he's worried they're going to vanish off his plate. They are, but they're vanishing into his stomach! Food has never tasted this good.
Wildcard options open: Let me know what kind of starter you want and I'll make it happen. Keep in mind this will be the last chance to participate with Harvey. He'll be perma-dead at the conclusion of this plot.]
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"I'll be in my cabin tonight. After that... might go back to the brig." That's all he can bring himself to say before he goes to the door and lets himself out.
He hardly remembers the walk back. He doesn't remember opening his door, or stripping his clothes off to shower. That alarms him, thinking it could be Harvey again but... no. Erin is right. This time it's shock. He can feel it in how numb his skin is. His own vacant stare barely registers the room around him.
"You made a big mistake attacking Valdis," he seethes to Harvey, knowing the clone is listening. He's always listening. "You're in for a world of hurt."
After the Ari Thread
One cup for Crichton, one for herself.
"Tayrey talked me down some," Erin murmurs. "This will be a bit more exploratory than scorched earth, but one of the things that I need to explore is how Harvey handles damage to his form in dreams. If I think I've got a reasonable shot to kill him, I'll take it. You good on those terms?"
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He shifts closer to the bars and reaches out for one of those cups. Chamomile smells heavenly right about now. About as heavenly as the prospect of actually getting some sleep is going to feel.
"Good enough. I'd love nothing more than for you to nuke him from orbit but I'll take what we can get."
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"No, he sure as hell isn't. He's going to run his mouth and pick at everything he knows about you. Do not underestimate him."
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And laughs.
And laughs.
And fucking laughs, long and loud, absolutely maniacal, a laugh with no warmth or mercy in it at all. It's the laugh of the axe on its first day in the woods, the laugh of a cat seeing a bird in a trap.
"Crichton," Erin murmurs, "I'm not in there with him. You're both in there with me. There's exactly one dreamer on this ship I might fear, and she's awake right now. So. Simple deal - you let me into you to dreams today, I'll take a spell on guard duty when we're done. Calm hearts to the faithful, bad luck to the liar. Deal?"
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"You got a deal. Hell, I haven't slept in I don't know how long. I'm looking forward to this." Even if he's going to wake up feeling like shit, he really doesn't care. How is that different from right now?
"How do we do this?"
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She grins, and it's unfriendly. Then she passes the melatonin through the bars.
"Take the correct dose. Feel free to read the package, they're not drugs per se, but the only difference between medicine and poison is dosage. Then settle in, relax, and I'll sing you to sleep."
Her voice gentles: "I'm taking requests for the music."
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He takes the package and does actually read the label. No sense in accidentally putting himself in a coma. One swallow of medicine and tea later and he sets it aside again just outside the bars. Taking her at her word, he wraps the blanket around himself and lays down on his side. He doesn't want to go back to the bed because it's further from her. He wants to stay close.
"You know the words to Beautiful Dreamer?"
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Erin waits for Crichton to get comfortable, and sings; her voice, always melodious, truly comes to life when she does. As long as Crichton is trying to fall asleep, her nature will enfold him, and make it easier.
Such is the way of the Playmate.
Once her friend nods off, Erin gets into a meditative posture, to see what dreams may come.
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- And then it dies. Instantly. Immediately. A white void of nothing, not even the "physical" presence of the dreamers. Crichton may detect this as a strange dream. How often do his dreams turn into white voids?
The whiteness ripples on itself, and then, and then, and then -
Erin described the Hedge exactly once to Crichton, at Halloween last year when she was being Smurfette. The reality is more splendid and more threatening than she touched on. All around is a thorny wood, encroaching on the thin paths, flowering in colors that have no names with fruits in a thousand thousand odd shapes. There, off the path - what was that? It's almost like a cat.
It's not enough like a cat.
Erin strolls down the path in a night with no moon. Look up; there, through the Thorns, the constellations have lines in the sky that mark their shapes, and they do battle with one another. Starry, tarry blood rains down, a deluge with no clouds, a massacre with no screams.
She snaps her fingers. Crichton is lucid, and he's there next to her. Where the starry blood soaks into his dream-shirt, it whispers promises of time unfurled.
"So remember when I said I got taken to a place where only madness reigns?" Erin says, in a friendly tone that is Not Friendly. "This is the fence. This is on the saneward side of the equation. Welcome to a dream of the Hedge."
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"H-holy shit..." His eyes widen as he takes in the insanity all around him. His nose wrinkles when he realizes that the rain is blood.
"You told me about this but... there's no way I was ever going to be prepared for actually seeing it." Not even the memory he attended with her before was quite this level of insane.
"Are we going in there?"
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The bleeding night is pierced by hundreds of howls and feral cries.
"Oneiromachy is about imagination," Erin murmurs. "Right now I'm imagining that every piece of wildlife in this Hedge is hunting for Harvey with orders to bring him to me. I imagine he's got a pretty strong will, but so do I, and I've got the Wyrd too. Let them hunt him down or, rather, let my attack hunt him down. He'll learn respect quickly."
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He starts to laugh. It's a sound of pure madness. Fits right in here. "Oh, Harvey, you are so screwed." And he continues to laugh, until tears form in his eyes.
Out in the distance, there's a high pitched cry of pain and the crunch of bone. Seems one of those hunters may have just found their mark.
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She whistles for her prey to be brought to her.
Through the Thorns.
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There's another distant scream, and then rough grunts and snarls, and the sound of twigs cracking violently. Out of the thorns comes the man they've been waiting for, oozing yellowish blood from cuts all over the exposed parts of his face. He glares up at the two of them but doesn't say a word.
Crichton does. "My man, Harvey! Welcome to the party."
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The rain of starry blood is joined by lightning bolts, which move at right angles. Where they strike, waves of electricity light up the canopy.
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"What now? Planning to torture me? Didn't Ari convince you not to? Now her, I like. I'll take her with me when I find the means to escape. She'll be grateful for it. Even now."
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"Bullshit," Crichton explodes. He has half a mind to kick Harvey in the teeth while he's down there on his knees.
Last words? Harvey has none for Erin, but he does have something left to say to John. "Were were close. The lieutenant and I, we were very close. I give that knowledge to you, now, John. You must carry on with it. You must get out of here. That has always been the mission."
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One by one, the constellations in the air stop their war and turn to stare down at Harvey. Each reaches into its own heart and pulls from it a blazing star, dripping with the bleeding sky.
"Goodbye."
The sky doesn't fall.
It gets thrown, at Harvey.
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