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a sickened mind and spirit
Who: Marc Spector & You!
Where: Various locations
What: November catchall, October fallout.
When: Post-possession and onward.
could i mistake myself for someone? (closed to steven)
who lives behind my eyes? (closed to maeve)
voices in the darkness (photos at sea)
scream away my mental health (tauva)
can I ask a question (calgona)
to help me save me from myself? (library)
set me free, oh (pool/hot tub)
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Where: Various locations
What: November catchall, October fallout.
When: Post-possession and onward.
could i mistake myself for someone? (closed to steven)
He's disoriented when he wakes up, eyes snapping open, his breath catching in his throat. He can almost-- feel hands around his neck still, half-remembered alcohol-hazed memories of Maeve sat on top of him and choking the life out of him. That griping confusion and betrayal and half formed 'No, this is wrong' lingering in his head. But he doesn't feel hungover. He doesn't feel anything beyond gripping panic and the inability to get in a proper breath.
Steven.
His head whips around to where the other man is snoozing next to him, comfortable from the looks of it. Marc realizes he has no fucking clue what time it is and he's hardly in any state to check or care. All he does is sit up in bed to rub his throat.
"Steven? Hey, Steven..."
Fuck.
He hates that feeling, where he's wondering if it was all a nightmare or if it really happened. If he's lost more of his mind. It'll inevitably become worse if he realizes nearly a full month's nearly gone by on him. But right now, he just needs someone to tell him he's--
What? Okay? That's pathetic. Not crazy? That's even worse.
"Steven--"
who lives behind my eyes? (closed to maeve)
When he realizes how much time has past and when the panic's settled... well, he's off to talk to Maeve. Something clearly-- happened. It had to, right? Marc isn't one to trust people easily, and he'd-- be gutted if someone he'd counted as a genuine friend decided to get him drunk and kill him for no discernable reason.
So if something happened, good chances are Maeve is just as fucked up as he is. He can't ignore that. That's why he showers, dresses, and heads out as soon as he's feeling steady enough to do it. At least he's-- used to losing large chunks of time.
He reaches out to knock when he gets to her door, wondering if-- maybe he should have sent a text first. Let her know he was coming by.
"Hey," he calls out instead. "It's me-- Marc."
voices in the darkness (photos at sea)
Guess who's furiously going through photos of himself? He doesn't know if it'll help him piece anything together, but-- it's worth a shot. Maybe it's just a lifetime of crazy going on in his head, but-- the guy he keeps picking out in some of the photos? It doesn't look like him, feel like him. The smile is all wrong, the posture is different in some cases.
He wants to scream when he sees him hanging on Steven on the deck, on a date from what it looks like.
He wants to tear up every single photo. Pratt, Ava, everyone else he passed or talked to that managed to get caught on film.
There's a frustrated cry that leaves him as he crumbles one of them up in his hand.
scream away my mental health (tauva)
He's looking to make some bad decisions. If he's not throwing up over the side of the ship by the end of the night or throwing punches with the first person who seems down for a fight, he's clearly done something wrong. Steven's gonna be upset. Oh, he's going to be very upset, but-- he can give Marc this one time, right? Then he'll get his shit together.
Maybe.
It just sucks he can't fight someone responsible for all this shit. But whatever. He'll find something that'll do.
can I ask a question (calgona)
Well, if he can't drink the shitshow of last month off his mind, maybe he can steam it out in the sauna or work it out in the gym. He won't say no to a little bit of company. Some sort of distraction. He'd actually maybe be a little bit grateful to be pulled out of his own mind. He feels weird in his own skin, wrong. He can't quite keep dwelling on it... it's not healthy. He knows that much.
to help me save me from myself? (library)
"Alright, so," he starts conversationally, eyeing up the first person who doesn't seem like they'll mind a little chitchat.
"You got any recommendations in here? Never been much of a reader, but..." Steven likes it, and he could use a little bit of distraction for himself.
set me free, oh (pool/hot tub)
Sometimes the pool isn't so bad to hang out in and he can be seen around it with a drink or two. Maybe not quite in the pool -- maybe just lounging around near it. Maybe sometimes on his back in the water just floating.
And when he's not there? He's in the hot tub with his eyes shut. He might not fuss if someone wants to step in and join him really.
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voices in the darkness
Because whatever she's going through, she imagines it's much worse from his side of it. And... does he even know? Does she tell him? Is it her business? She glances over, and away again.
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"Did I do something to you?" There's at least one photo of them at the pool, it looks like they're just talking, hanging out. He holds it out for her. He has no idea whether or not it was a cordial meeting, if he was a complete fucking psycho.
"I don't remember it." He's used to losing time. He's used to waking up surrounded by dead bodies and no idea how or why. You'd think this wouldn't freak him out so much, but-- it does.
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"But no. Right there, I... well, first I was attempting to scope out more potential bodysnatchers. And missed the obvious. Because I. Needed to apologize to you. And I think I got a little... unfairly irritated. Because you weren't taking it quite the way I expected. But then I didn't think I had a right to really decide how that-" Ava shakes her head. "I messed up, is what I mean."
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Not like he hasn't blacked out before -- and it wasn't Steven that time. But right. More important things. "Apologize? What are you talking about?"
And does it even matter right now?
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Ava closes her eyes, breathes out slowly. This is her third go at this very same apology, and she's still not quite got it figured out. "I've already told Steven," she starts with. So he doesn't have to worry about that aspect. "But. I told your secret. To Sharky. On a night I was very... upset. It wasn't out of malice or any intention to harm either of you. But it was still very wrong of me to do. And I know you're dealing with a lot of other messed up things right now," Ava continues, apologetically. "So I can either go away. Or answer any questions you have about... what happened."
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"Seriously?" But that was shitty of her to do... with Sharky of all fucking people. The guy he messed around with in a hot tub isn't the one he wants to know he's certifiable necessarily. "Dammit--"
He breathes out a sigh. "No. We'll talk about that more later, but I gotta know-- what I did. Who I hurt."
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"Do you want to go somewhere else?"
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"Yeah, sure. Where do you wanna go?"
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"If you rather not, we can just go... get coffee instead." But that's the place she tends to feel most comfortable in, so she flickers off in that direction.
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"But coffee sounds like a good idea."
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She orders a latte, and settles into a chair, glad the place is empty. And waits for Marc to get situated. "I just want you to understand that anything that happened isn't your fault. Okay?"
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Doesn't mean he's any easier about his body being used against his will, but hey. "... Was Steven really okay? This month, I mean. He says he-- didn't notice."
Was the ghost that great of an actor? Or was Marc just that big of an asshole?
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"He didn't tell you anything happened?"
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"But yeah. He seemed okay, I guess. Y'know, worried, anxious." But then again, those are pretty normal things for him to be.
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"But if Steven's fine..."
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He just doesn't trust Steven to always tell him everything anymore. And even if this-- guy wasn't talking about Steven, it sounds like he was going around causing a lot of other shit anyway.
"What did the guy do?" A pause. "Did he try something with you?"
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And she knows it's going to upset Marc as well. She bites the inside of her cheek sharply. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said anything."
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Probably not, but. he should.
"I don't remember a lot, you know? Sharky's birthday, going out for drinks with Maeve. I think that's when it-- y'know." Happened. "It was early in the month."
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"So I killed him. And I made sure it hurt."
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"Good." Maybe he shouldn't be thanking her for that. That was his body, but... he'd have done it himself.
"Uh. I guess I should thank you for handling it."
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"Don't have to thank me. I did it because it needed to be done. I know it probably doesn't feel like it, with me being such a bitch all the time. But I do care."
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"You're not--" Look, he's pissed that she told their secret, but. "That bad, you know."
Marc's pulled some assholish moves too. Can he really point fingers at this one? At her?
"And for what it's worth, I'm... uh. You shouldn't have been put in that position. Sorry." It wasn't his fault, but he can't help but be sorry.
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"And you shouldn't have to be in the position of comforting me about it. I'm sorry too. That you're... stuck dealing with whatever fallout. None of it's fair. You're not alone though, okay?"
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"It's-- alright. I'd rather deal with your shit than mine right now anyway." He never wants to deal with his own shit, to be fair.
"And uh. You're not alone either." Although that might change if she goes around gossiping about his mental health. He knows how people tend to look at you when you're certifiable. He-- doesn't care that much. He can't blame them and he's used to it. But Steven? He doesn't deserve it.
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"And no, I don't envy you at all. That's... beyond..." anything she personally knows how to deal with. She feels sick, not even being directly involved.
She gives a small, strained smile. No, she doesn't intend to talk about it anymore. Usually she knows better, to respect people's business. That entire night had been a breaking point for her. She's never dealt with loss all that well. "Not anymore, no... It's. Different. Nice in some ways. Terrifying in others. Luckily there's nowhere for me to really run from it, even if I wanted to."
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