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come_sailaway2023-09-30 08:46 pm
ss_buttcrack) wrote in come_sailaway2023-09-30 08:46 pm
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!
----
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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Because asking hey did you smash a young woman's head with a bowling ball isn't breakfast talk to anyone but Fever. But she'll take the offered seat, since it's there.
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"I can't be too surprised word got around."
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And if she'd known he was there, she might have visited, but she didn't, so she didn't.
"Tayrey filled me in."
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"I'm sure the question on your mind right now is why am I up here if Harvey's still a problem? I'm happy to tell you he isn't. He's dead. Gone for good. This is my celebration feast."
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"Not that I'm not exceptionally glad to hear it - I'm delighted you're free, but what changed? How'd you kill him?"
How did he get free - evicting the extra passenger from his mind for good instead of him just going into hiding?
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"Long story short, Harvey picked a fight with someone three times his weight class. She came and found me in the brig and ripped him right out of me. Tore his goddamn machine soul to pieces and then stomped on him. I had to die in the process but, hell, it wasn't even the worst way I've gone out."
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"And your soul? Is it still intact and well?"
The only goddess she's heard about around the halls is that goddess of destruction, and while she may have done a good thing, the idea of her still sets Fever a little on edge, if she's ripping out pieces of souls."
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He tips his head, looking a little closer at her trying to gauge why she seems like she's taking this... personally? Okay, maybe that's a little paranoid of him. She's probably just worried about his safety.
"You remember the guy I told you to shoot on sight? during one of those times he tortured me, he injected a neural chip into my brain. That chip had Harvey in it. He... fused to me, became more than just a machine. But now that chip is out of my head and the parts of him that were mixed with me all got burned away. I've been trying, for so long, to get him out of me. I really don't care how it happened. Just that it happened. He's gone."
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It sounds almost surreal. She has no idea what a "neural chip" is, but it sounds close enough to possession that she can make a few analogues. Mixing of the self - it's worse than she thought it could be, even while she was dealing with her own fears. What he had been saying about things worse than death, it all comes into a new focus.
"May he rot, wherever he ends up. Into nothing or somewhere or wherever dismantled soul pieces go."
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"I'm pretty sure that crazy bitch ate him. Hope it hurt. Looked like it did." Felt like it did.
"I appreciate you sayin' so. It's been a hard road to get here. but how are you doing? Getting used to things around here, yet?"
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New foods, new people, new corners to poke her head into. It's turning out well so far, except for the interlude with the killer plants.
"For being forcibly elected into this demiplane, it could be a lot worse. I could be here with no allies at all."
And with that little look in her eyes, it's clear she means he's an ally as well.
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"I think you've got the right attitude about it all, though." He smiles when she makes it clear he ranks the list of allies. "Sometimes it gets real bad around here. But the people make it worth it." He's looking right at her, too, as he says that.