October Open

[theweakhavepurpose]

Who: Deputy Pratt and you! Also one Closed to Ash
What: Definitely not having PTSD from last October
Where: Outside the Tommy Bahama, his room, the cheese shop
When: October
Warnings: Residual freak outs about his best buddy, death talk, being real depressed.



1. And out of the red, out of her head. (Closed to Ash)
Pratt hasn't been in his room for a few days, sometimes he forgets he's supposed to sleep, and eat and drink and be human again. He's gotten so much better lately but habits forced into being are hard to break.

He pushes the door open and heads over to his side of the room to dig into some nice cold mashed potatoes, when he stops and stares at the bloody shirt shredded on the floor. That's not good. Immediately on edge he steps the rest of the way into the room, not touching the shirt.

"Hey? You in here?" He quietly closes the door behind him and looks around before drawing his gun and inching towards that scuffling noise coming from the closet.

2. If everything could ever be this real forever - Outside Tommy Bahama

His memory is bad, terrible even. What did he do yesterday? No idea. Who did he talk to this morning? Can't remember. But boy does he remember the terrible things. The awful things. If it would be better left forgotten he remembers every single detail. Everything.

Right now he's just standing in front of the Tommy Bahama, staring at the plate glass window, but he's not seeing Tommy Bahama; he's seeing the Spirit Halloween. Infinite decorations, darkness, violence and then Ava, ... and Sharky. But most definitely not Sharky. It just keeps replaying over and over in his head as he looks at nothing.

Maybe he should blink at some point...

3.Out of your head out of my head - Cheese Shop
Perched on one of the seats in the Cheese Shop, Pratt has wedged a giant knife with a red handle into the barrel that serves as the table. Occasionally he uses it to slice cheese against as he sits there eating his feelings with manchego and salami.

"If we can't really die, then we can't really live huh? Like.. what's the point of all that then? Just keep on keeping on while eating cheese? Is that all there is?"

Comments

[professionalriot]

"Sounds like I'll just hunker down in bed for the month. What a shit show."

He knows fundamentally what Pratt says makes sense. Ash is emotionally frayed. "First time I have ever given up like that. Feels like fucking up. I don't know, man. I'm just...fucked up right now."

[theweakhavepurpose]

"Not a bad idea, only venture out for food. But also.. if they're trying to kill everyone - we should stop them." Old cop habits die hard.

"Sometimes.. sometimes man, not giving up is the worse option. Fighting forever might play right into their hand. Especially if they're counting on you doing literally anything for survival." But that's not really reassuring, and what's past is in the past as Sharky keeps telling him. "Where is she now? Do you know? Or well, you just woke up huh?"

[professionalriot]

Pratt was right about that. If she's out there killing everyone they should stop her. If they could. "I don't know how we would stop her. She can kill you without even being in the room."

That was a new one to navigate for him. He had always been able to find a way. With Tiamat having access to Valdis' power she could crush you soul out of existence.

"It felt shitty to give up. Still feels shitty. I know you're right though." Ash shakes his head. "I don't know. Checked my phone and I don't have any messages. Should probably go check on a few people make sure things are okay."

[theweakhavepurpose]

Pratt bites down his standard whine of why does everyone have super powers except him (forgetting that he sort of does, they just suck). "Maybe we can't but someone probably can. We've got vampires and walking skeletons and demons and gods and shit. And the more powerful someone is, the more egotistical they get and you can trip 'em up that way. Sometimes. Because they have expectations of how shit is gonna happen, what you'll do."

But Ash would know best, Pratt didn't even remember Valdis existed an hour ago. "I haven't heard anyone be murdered, or smelled any blood. But last time they were doing it out of sight.. kinda like killing you in here."

He frowns, eyeing Ash, unsure how he'd even tell if the man was possessed - he doesn't know him well enough to notice any of the major signs.

[professionalriot]

In this case Ash might join him in whining about super powers. He may have special abilities and be able to shapeshift but he didn't have any gifts that could stop the goddess possessing Valdis. Made everything else he can do feel like a pretty big waste.

Ash notices the way Pratt is eyeing him. His brow lifts, "What? Do I have something on my face?"

[theweakhavepurpose]

"Nah I was just wondering if I could figure out if you're possessed and this whole shit is starting over again." He closes his eyes and sighs heavily, "Just tell me if you are cuz dragging it out makes it suck so much worse."

Man, he does not wanna be possessed. He just got rid of the hallucination of Jacob following him around for a second time.

[professionalriot]

"I think I would know. I think. I'm...not possessed."

He claps a hand on Pratt's shoulder. "I'm glad we're roommates."