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justneedsomehelp ([personal profile] justneedsomehelp) wrote in [community profile] come_sailaway2022-09-11 02:07 am

I'm on a train

Who: Marc Spector & You
What: September catchall
When: Throughout September
Where: Various locations
Warnings: Nothing in particular besides one prompt with co-dependent alters.

prompt I (lounge)

Marc has zero artistic talent to speak of. He's not an arts of crafts kind of guy any more than he's the type to sit with his nose in a book (though he's become increasingly that type with limited television around these parts). But he still has some tucked away supplies from that dumb summer camp experience and it gives him something to do with his hands to sit and scribble. It's nothing in particular, no discernable items. Just pencils on paper, maybe a stupid one-finned fish like he gave his brother shit about drawing once upon a time.

... So karma dictates someone should probably give him shit for drawing knockoff Nemo.

prompt II (pool bar)

Better than stewing over whiskey, right? You can't get that drunk on fruity, frozen drinks... that easily. Maybe. Either way, at least he's out in the sunshine and not locked away in his cabin, even if the dark circles under his eyes speak of a lack of sleep. That's not unusual for Marc and overall, he doesn't seem to be in that horrible of a mood as he eyes his next drink.

"You know, for something called Lava Flow, I'm not sure I was expecting something so sweet."

prompt III (sand dollars)

Is living on caffeine better than main lining booze? Marginally, hopefully. Anyway, it's less likely to upset anyone if Marc sits quietly in a corner booth, nursing cups of coffee than it is if he goes and drinks or pills himself into oblivion. Sometimes he looks entirely zoned out, other times, he might make a bit of an awkward nod of his head in greeting.

He won't say no if somebody wants to slide in across from him.

prompt iv (for Steven;)

He's got no idea what the time is, actually. He's been staring at the ceiling so long, his eyes feel dry and scratchy and even the times he's closed his eyes to try to fall asleep-- it hasn't happened. He jerks awake the very minute he feels even the start of a dream coming on. He somehow feels both restless like he needs to move and like his limbs weigh a ton. His brain doesn't quite turn off either.

Either he gets up now or he spends a long, frustrating night driving himself crazier. If he was any kind of good guy, he'd slip out and leave Steven alone. But he's not. He doesn't want to be alone right now, so that's what has him rustling the covers a little as he squirms to his side, watching Steven's back before quietly--

"Hey, you awake?"

prompt v (wildcard;)

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