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snowblindrpg2017-06-08 03:10 pm
mrcreamsicles) wrote in snowblindrpg2017-06-08 03:10 pm
[log] double meetup bonanza [closed]
Characters: Davesprite, Karkat, and the Cat, plus Steph and then Ecks and Castiel
Location: Building 263, then building 254.
Date: Day 246, midday then evening.
Summary: A bird, a crab, and a cat play courier to a super hero and a quilt person. Also, an angel is there.
Warnings: Discussion of/allusion to anomaly murders.
263: A small office building. It's the sort that looks like it should attach to some larger facility, but whatever it might have connected to is long gone. It's two stories: the first contains a small lobby area, a waiting room, and an area for secretaries. Going upstairs reveals a small honeycomb of eerily empty cubicles. There are desks and chairs in each one, but nothing on any desk or placed on any of the cubicle walls. There's one small one-person office in the back that's similarly empty, and two public bathrooms that work, though the water runs cold. On the wall by the desk in the one-person office, a drawing that says "I love you, Daddy!" has been adhered with cat stickers. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY TWO. IF YOU NEED ANY ASSISTANCE, PLEASE CALL @LELRIC." has been written on a wall.
254: This skyscraper is half-ruined: the top of it has clearly collapsed. Still, it's large enough to work as a landmark, what's left seems stable enough, and the doors still work. Going inside reveals a fairly standard-looking lobby. The marble floors were probably pretty once, but are now dusty and cracked. Any signage indicating what this building was for is long-gone, and instead graffiti speaking of the prophet and eye symbols dot the walls.
The elevator shaft and the door to the stairs both open, but there's no elevator car, so it's best to take the stairs. Most of the doors here are ruined, crushed by rubble and debris and impassable, though there wouldn't be anything of use in crushed floors anyway. The top floor, however, is intact, and stepping in reveals what was probably once a floor for offices, though now everything is empty. There is a symbol of the prophet drawn in red paint on the floor by the door, and then a line that can be followed in one of three directions. Each one leads to one of the three skybridges in this building.
Location: Building 263, then building 254.
Date: Day 246, midday then evening.
Summary: A bird, a crab, and a cat play courier to a super hero and a quilt person. Also, an angel is there.
Warnings: Discussion of/allusion to anomaly murders.
263: A small office building. It's the sort that looks like it should attach to some larger facility, but whatever it might have connected to is long gone. It's two stories: the first contains a small lobby area, a waiting room, and an area for secretaries. Going upstairs reveals a small honeycomb of eerily empty cubicles. There are desks and chairs in each one, but nothing on any desk or placed on any of the cubicle walls. There's one small one-person office in the back that's similarly empty, and two public bathrooms that work, though the water runs cold. On the wall by the desk in the one-person office, a drawing that says "I love you, Daddy!" has been adhered with cat stickers. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY TWO. IF YOU NEED ANY ASSISTANCE, PLEASE CALL @LELRIC." has been written on a wall.
254: This skyscraper is half-ruined: the top of it has clearly collapsed. Still, it's large enough to work as a landmark, what's left seems stable enough, and the doors still work. Going inside reveals a fairly standard-looking lobby. The marble floors were probably pretty once, but are now dusty and cracked. Any signage indicating what this building was for is long-gone, and instead graffiti speaking of the prophet and eye symbols dot the walls.
The elevator shaft and the door to the stairs both open, but there's no elevator car, so it's best to take the stairs. Most of the doors here are ruined, crushed by rubble and debris and impassable, though there wouldn't be anything of use in crushed floors anyway. The top floor, however, is intact, and stepping in reveals what was probably once a floor for offices, though now everything is empty. There is a symbol of the prophet drawn in red paint on the floor by the door, and then a line that can be followed in one of three directions. Each one leads to one of the three skybridges in this building.
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[ She smiles, and slips both bottle and flask into her backpack with the book. There is one other thing-- ]
Heads up, though. Alcohol is addictive, and there are people you shouldn't joke around about it with. That includes Davesprite.
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Yeah, I know? I mean, I didn't know it was addictive, but I know you're not supposed to fuck around with it. And I'm not gonna talk about it with Davesprite again if I can help it. He'd just get reminded of Rose and be upset.
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[ She smiles, unfazed. Better to warn him about something he already knew than fail to warn him about something he did t know. ]
How's that going, by the way? Davesprite totally dodged the issue when I asked him.
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It's... I don't know, I keep getting mixed signals from him, but they're only really mixed to me because he's not a troll and he doesn't work that way? I don't know what's going through his head and I'm not sure he does either. Except the part where he's straight, I guess.
[Davesprite had certainly said it enough times by now.]
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[ She resists the urge to roll her eyes. How often did the people who insisted they weren't gay end up not being gay, really? ]
I think the important thing here is what's going through your head, though, since that's the only thing you have much control over.
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I'm not sure if I do. That's the whole problem. I mean, I can probably keep myself from getting too out of hand, but I'm worried about him, you know? And I guess the two aren't mutually exclusive, but I don't want to make him uncomfortable. It's hard to know what's too much.
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I think he's going to be a little uncomfortable no matter what you do. You just have to decide what flavor of uncomfortable you're okay with. But you don't have to take care of him all by yourself, you know?
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[Fuck. He cuts himself off, looking away. Let's try that again.]
... There were people he talked to before, but they're gone now. And you know he doesn't even like people knowing he has issues to begin with. He'd probably be pissed if he knew how much I've told you.
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Then... fuck, okay, this is going to sound like schoolhive rumpus respite talk and you were probably planning on doing it anyway, but can you just... be there for him? He doesn't have a lot of really good friends around, and that would fuck with anybody.
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I was gonna anyway. We have kind of an agreement to that effect.
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Spoiler alert: he loses.]Okay, good. Do that.