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Peter Quill ([personal profile] zunesareawesome) wrote in [community profile] snowblindrpg2018-03-13 12:34 pm

[log] Lean on me [closed]

Characters: The Sorcerer Not-Yet-Supreme, Star-Cat, Star-Lord, and the Librarian
Location: Building 318 and various
Date: Day 339-343
Summary: The visiting of Flynn Carsen to the clan of Snow.
Warnings: References to character death, drowning, blood (because this is a scary building), more CW's in ensuing threads.




318: The stench of blood is thick in this garage, with blood long-soaked into the concrete floor, staining nearly the entire expanse. There are empty wooden tables to be sat on if you would rather not sit on the floor, though they've all been flipped as if in anger. One of the tables has been broken into pieces and burned, and another has pieces missing as if someone had begun to break it into pieces but was interrupted. The whole place has a hostile air to it, and the walls sound like they're breathing at night. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY TWO, CONTACT @LELRIC FOR ANY ASSISTANCE." "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY SIX, PLEASE CALL @LELRIC FOR ANY ASSISTANCE NEEDED." and "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY EIGHT, FOR ANY ASSISTANCE PLEASE CONTACT @LELRIC ANY TIME." are written on one of the walls.
cahooted: (177)

cw blood, self-harm

[personal profile] cahooted 2018-05-14 11:11 am (UTC)(link)
You were!

[So affronted.]

I totally saw you snoozing off!
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cw blood, self-harm

[personal profile] cahooted 2018-05-17 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[P e t e r p l s]

What could possibly be interesting about the insides of your eyelids right now!
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cw blood, self-harm

[personal profile] cahooted 2018-05-20 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[That is a bold-faced lie, you red-eyed fiend.]

Where would they even go!?
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cw blood, self-harm

[personal profile] cahooted 2018-05-24 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Of whose game, what are you even-- You know what, just, just, nevermind, will you just... at least put on your shirt.

[Because this is suddenly a thing.]