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entrancelogs2018-05-18 10:45 am
vitaelamorte) wrote in entrancelogs2018-05-18 10:45 am
Entry tags:
- #open,
- 2064 read only memories: turing,
- dangan ronpa: kiyotaka ishimaru,
- dangan ronpa: kokichi oma,
- dc comics: kon-el,
- dc comics: tim drake,
- erased: kayo hinazuki,
- fables: grendel,
- gravity falls: dipper pines,
- gravity falls: mabel pines,
- jjba: jolyne kujo,
- legends of tomorrow: rip hunter,
- lucifer: mazikeen,
- marble hornets: jay,
- marble hornets: tim,
- marvel: daisy johnson (skye),
- marvel: jemma simmons,
- marvel: natasha romanoff,
- marvel: peggy carter,
- marvel: peter parker,
- marvel: sharon carter,
- mass effect: legion,
- mlp: sunburst,
- newsflesh: georgia mason,
- newsflesh: shaun mason,
- nocturne: naoki,
- ouat: henry mills,
- outlander: jamie fraser,
- persona 3: arisato minato,
- persona 4: seta souji,
- persona 5: ryuji sakamoto,
- shadowhunters: alec lightwood,
- star trek: gabriel lorca,
- the blacklist: raymond reddington,
- umineko: ange ushiromiya,
- undertale: papyrus,
- wynonna earp: wynonna earp
+ The Universe is under no obligation to make sense to You +
Who: EVERYONE!
Where: EVERYWHERE!
When: Saturday, May 19th - Wednesday, May 23rd.
Rating: PG-13, warn if you're gonna go higher!
Summary: A catch-all for the Kyln / Sierra Madre event!
The Story:
For the duration of this event, the entire mansion will be part space jail, part apocalyptic wasteland desert with an abandoned hotel/casino. On the third day an escape route not previously discovered in the Kyln appears and breakouts can be planned...
...Only for everyone to find themselves walking through a large glass prison toward the toxic gas filled wasteland of a desert, the Sierra Madre. Does the prison look better than the toxic cloud outside? If you're stuck in the prison after dark beyond day 3, you'll be forced into and locked in your cell for the night. But at least locked away, nothing from the outside can hurt you. If you try to brave the actual elements in the desert it might be a little hard to breathe. The air has pockets of toxic gas and even a few seconds of exposure could prove deadly. And watch out for the Ghost People.
Inside the abandoned hotel/casino you'll find shelter from the gas and ghosts, but beware the holograms that are 50/50 with their attitude. Prison beatings, a beating from the holograms, which one Would You Rather? And whatever you do, don't try on the collars lying around unless you like to explode. Literally.
[ This is a catch-all for all your prison/desert needs! Please mark your threads clearly in the subject line with your character's name and either a cell number or just a location if you didn't feel like randomizing it or you're making a top level for a public place (like the dining hall or wandering the hotel/casino). Here's the plot post if you need it!
Have fun! ]
Where: EVERYWHERE!
When: Saturday, May 19th - Wednesday, May 23rd.
Rating: PG-13, warn if you're gonna go higher!
Summary: A catch-all for the Kyln / Sierra Madre event!
The Story:
For the duration of this event, the entire mansion will be part space jail, part apocalyptic wasteland desert with an abandoned hotel/casino. On the third day an escape route not previously discovered in the Kyln appears and breakouts can be planned...
...Only for everyone to find themselves walking through a large glass prison toward the toxic gas filled wasteland of a desert, the Sierra Madre. Does the prison look better than the toxic cloud outside? If you're stuck in the prison after dark beyond day 3, you'll be forced into and locked in your cell for the night. But at least locked away, nothing from the outside can hurt you. If you try to brave the actual elements in the desert it might be a little hard to breathe. The air has pockets of toxic gas and even a few seconds of exposure could prove deadly. And watch out for the Ghost People.
Inside the abandoned hotel/casino you'll find shelter from the gas and ghosts, but beware the holograms that are 50/50 with their attitude. Prison beatings, a beating from the holograms, which one Would You Rather? And whatever you do, don't try on the collars lying around unless you like to explode. Literally.
[ This is a catch-all for all your prison/desert needs! Please mark your threads clearly in the subject line with your character's name and either a cell number or just a location if you didn't feel like randomizing it or you're making a top level for a public place (like the dining hall or wandering the hotel/casino). Here's the plot post if you need it!
Have fun! ]
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It's forceful, edging toward petulant, and Jay hates how it sounds. No, he didn't follow instructions. No, he didn't make the smart fucking choice, Tim. He was curious. He thought he could get away with being curious, at least. He thought he was being careful enough to get by.
But near the end, there, when the Mansion was being devoured by twisted metal, when people started to turn against each other, when he had to stop carrying the camera--When did he stop carrying the camera?--Jay wasn't alone. It wasn't just him and the infected in the Mansion. Somebody else showed up with a book of matches, instead of hiding in the woods or in the tunnels or otherwise staying away.
"Did you?"
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And yet, Jay didn't listen to a word of it. Or he listened too well, and took away the exact wrong lesson, which was, naturally, to go check out the crashed alien ship despite Shepard's threat of decapitation regarding anyone who approached it. Presumably he avoided being straight-up kneecapped.
Presumably.
"Yes, I - I ditched my phone and everything right after she covered all the basics."
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The woods were safe. The tunnels were safe. Once they ditched their electronics, they could've gone into hiding and kept their heads down. They might've come out of it okay.
(But once the camera was gone, that awful itch set in, the conviction that anything he didn't record would be lost. If he stopped moving, things would only get worse. If he stopped moving, other people could get hurt, and it would be his fault.
Was that what sent Tim back there, too?)
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Neither was Jay, to be fair, but he was acting - erratic. Skittish. Like he was talking to things that weren't there, like he was about to go springing at Tim over nothing. And then he did charge him over nothing, and Tim wasn't willing to take the risk that he was clean.
Paranoid to the point of self-destruction. That's him.
He turns away in his seat, trying to shrug away the memory as it slaps him like a gust of cold air: Shepard, screaming, dying, the stench of ozone mixing with smoke, how it was like seeing her burn -
"Not that it helped."
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"I--I went back for the same--I mean, I was trying to help, same as you, sounds like, but the whole place was--"
His head's pulled in two different directions, caught between wanting to figure out what went wrong--what exactly meant he got a head full of Reapers and Tim just got a lousy day--and what happened to Tim and Shepard and the rest after he took that long walk into the woods.
The second wins out, for now.
"What happened, after I...left?"
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Only it wasn't really her anymore.
"She...they got her," says Tim. The words are flat. "They got her on the last day."
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(He's not sure what to think about the tiny flicker of relief mixed in with the horror. Tim made it to the last day.)
"I saw the...Afterwards, I saw the network post."
He shakes his head, drawing in a thin breath. That wasn't her. Worse, it was, her own mannerisms twisted up, edited, played back in the wrong order.
"Were they able to...I mean, did somebody...?"
Did they stop her, before it ended?
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He has to close his eyes, because he sees it. He sees it when he sees her and when he shuts his eyes and even when he doesn't, he can still hear it. That sound of someone screaming as she dies, only it wasn't really her but it sounded like her, it drilled into the core of his head as she wailed like a woman set on fire.
He has to swallow it back. The bile. The lump calcifying in his throat.
"Yeah. They stopped her."
cw: brief suicide ideation
Good, he planned to say. The situation's straightforward enough. It's good that they stopped her. The Reaper got into her head, made her dangerous. She had to be put down, before she could hurt anybody.
But he's too busy thinking about the woods, him with a split knee and Tim smeared with ash. He could have asked for it. Before he could hurt anybody.
He's too busy thinking about Benedict Hall.
Before he could hurt anybody.
One shaking hand flutters up to his face, and he leans into it.
"Fuck."
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Does he mention his hand in it? The fact that he soaked the forest in gasoline and she shot his improvised molotovs out of the fucking air, that she put two bullets in his kidneys and he bled out in the dirt, gasping, choking on the smoke of his own making? Or how about this: the sound of Rick Sanchez barreling into the firefight with the firepower to take her apart? Or this: the sound she made when she was sheared apart by something he didn't see, and is bitterly grateful for the fact?
The fact that he helped Rick kill her, obliquely, by thickening the smoke so her cloaking tech wouldn't hide her from him?
The fact that Rick is the only reason he lived until the very end?
"Yeah," says Tim heavily. "I guess...she asked someone to make sure. It's what she wanted."
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"Hey." It's wary. "You think we should...figure something out? In case it..."
In case there's another event that screws with their heads. In case they're not as lucky the next time a horde of zombies comes shambling through. In case something else starts broadcasting, and the pills aren't enough.
In case that thing gets to him again.Maybe, if they scrape together enough brain cells between the two of them, it'll go differently next time.
"So it doesn't happen again."
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Maybe Shepard wouldn't have ended up in a position where Rick could take her out, and he wouldn't have gotten his gut shot full of lead.
"What kind of plan could we possibly - " He has to stop. Stop, and release his grip on the fork so his knuckles stop blanching, and instead slide them beneath the table and clench his jaw. "...I just don't know how to come up with something for every scenario out there. Not when we don't know what's coming."
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The worst part is Jay gets it. He completely gets it. If you don't know what's coming, if all you've got is a tiny fraction of the puzzle, you can't plan worth a damn. All you can do is pull together the pieces you have and see if there's any patterns. Maybe somebody needs help. Maybe somebody can get you another couple pieces.
Still, they have to have something. Even at his lowest point, Jay had something.
"Like, say something happens to your, your head or your consciousness or whatever--like, say they take your meds and..." Jay gestures, a brief twitch of the hand. "If I can...I dunno, do something, what do you want me to do?"
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There's no telling what'll happen now, if they're both laid low. Has this built up some kind of tolerance? Has Jay's brain chemistry actually adjusted to it, meaning that it'll limit how he can respond if he's deprived of it in turn?
Or will he simply slip back into his raging, hallucinatory paranoia?
cw: that's not how mental health works, jay
Oh.
Jay's painted a target on himself, hasn't he? He's given himself a weakness he didn't have before. Before, it was just luck. It almost never happened. Never seemed to carry any lasting consequences.
He can hear Tim's voice breaking, played back. You, too?
A thread of the old paranoia slips through the cracks, has him silently asking if this is really a side-effect. Did Tim really offer him the meds so he wouldn't be alone in this? So Jay could know how it feels, to have that weakness? So when he loses it, he'll have company?
Doesn't fit.
Doesn't make sense. Beyond that, he honestly is...feeling better. The meds helped block out the Reaper's broadcast, but it reaches past that.
And maybe, if that thing shows up again (
when that thing shows up again), he'll be able to keep on his feet. He won't need Tim to drag him to the car."There's gotta be something we can--" Jay's not convinced, either. "I dunno, somewhere we can go so we don't...Like, some way to isolate the...the problem."
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Or whether or not someone else has already thought of it, and discarded it for their own reasons.
“Well,” says Tim, dryly resigned, “when you figure something like that out, you let me know.”
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For now, they've got the pills. For now, that thing hasn't shown up. Still feels like something's closing in.
"Look, I'm just trying to figure out..."
It's honesty hour, right? As long as they don't have their hands around each other's throats, they can just keep talking. They can say whatever they goddamn please, as long as it's just talk.
Doesn't feel quite real here. Space jail's its own thing.
"I just...don't want things to..." His arm rocks back and forth lightly, knuckles knocking against his cheek as he talks. His voice trails off to a near whisper. "...To turn out here the way they did back...before. For either of us."
A dead man and a murderer.
Stopped before he could hurt anybody.
Ghosts caught on tape.
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"George knows. Or...she and Shaun know about me. Shepard, too. They...know what I can get to be like, and they're pretty good at stopping it before it gets too far outta hand."
The only problem being alerting them. He can't exactly send an emergency text when he's seizing on the ground.
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"We've got...time, right?" He pulls at the frayed hem of his jumpsuit sleeve. "Guess that's being generous, but like, assuming we figure out the meds are gone before things get...bad, I guess we can..."
Sure, it sounds good in his head, but imagining actually doing it, announcing it like that, makes his heart rate spike.
"I mean, they already know, so I guess sending them a 'keep an eye on us' message wouldn't be...too weird."
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Possibly because she doesn't put any personal stock or value in her memories. They're just cheap knock-offs of the original, right?
"You see what I mean about not really being able to come up with a plan?"
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"Yeah."
That's just life, seems like. Afterlife. Whatever.
"Just don't wanna end up..." Bleeding out. Back there again. "...Down a life 'cause some event decided to..."
Turn him into something dangerous.
Turn him into something people are scared of.
"Never mind."
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He doesn't say it. Doesn't so much as suggest that Jay's grappling with the same shit that Tim himself was forced to come to terms with years ago.
What would that accomplish?
"Yeah," says Tim, instead. "So right now, I say we focus on getting out. If we can't do that, then we lie low until this is over."
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For once, he doesn't really have any objections. Nothing worth nitpicking. If they can't plan in the long term, they have to focus on the short term.
Watch Rocket, talk to George, memorize the guard schedules and camera paths, see if he spots an opportunity.
Hang close to Tim, when they're allowed out.
Don't think too hard about why they're locked up. It's not real, anyway.
"Shouldn't be too hard."
(I'm great at doing that, Alex.)