[021] & [005] | OTA

[unsleeved]

Who: Daryl & Everyone, Jesse & Everyone
Where: Here there and everywhere
When: 3/20 - 3/27
Rating: R for language and drug use and whatnot
Summary: Event catchall thingy for both Daryl & Jesse
The Story:

Ha, fooled you, there is totally something under this cut. And that something is a PLEASE SEE COMMENTS notice. Subheadings for different places/times/people (if needed)/etc.

ALSO if anyone has the burning desire to do anything in any of the other areas (with either Daryl or Jesse), hit me up via PM or PP and we can work it out. C:

...OKAY GO!!

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Daryl | Beach

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[As he's not a fan of even the average level of confinement the Mansion offers, Daryl had high-tailed it out of the whole damn thing after only one night's sleep on the strange, swinging bed; the fact that he'd lasted even a day in the unnaturally claustrophobic (and oddly sinister, in some areas) Mansion is something even he doesn't quite understand as he makes his way outside with the intention of heading for the openness of the woods. He should have just done it the day before, but there's no use pissing and moaning about that shit when he can just head out now, right?

Except that... There are no woods. Just water, and while that should be cause for alarm, he's been through so much here that all he can do is shrug his shoulders, take a nice long drag of the smoke he's been nursing while strolling across the grounds, and head for the dock. It's nice, or nicer than it has been, and so he can't resist the siren song of bare feet dangling off the side as he finishes off his cigarette. It's too strong, and the water's so inviting...

At least until he sinks down with a sigh and his toes skim the surface; the reaction takes him by surprise, enough that he moves to haul himself up with a yelp and then, failing that because what the hell happened to his legs, shoves himself forward and into the water cigarette and all. If he'd had the chance, he might have wondered why flinging himself off of a dock had seemed like the best idea... But once he's submerged all he can focus on is the fact that although he's most definitely underwater... He's also most definitely breathing. He makes for the surface anyway, and anyone watching should be oh-so-relieved when his soggy head pops up from beneath the waves. He rubs at his eyes as he sucks in a lungful of air, tail (!?) lashing behind him easily to propel him back toward the dock.

Sputtering out of reflex, he leans his forehead against his arms briefly before picking his head up again, meaning to pull himself back up... But then, how many chances is he gonna get to really check out what's going on out here? He'd tried it when he'd been made of metal but he hadn't gotten very far...

There could be something. A way out, something that could change that god-awful future... A sea monster to stalk.]

...Hell with it.

[This fin crap... It's temporary, right? He can work with that.

And he does. For the majority of the event, Daryl will be rocking the merman, fishing, exploring... Enjoying himself, but only a little. YOLO, y'all.

...His boots, throughout this ordeal, will remain perched happily the edge of the dock. Steal them at your own peril, though, 'cause he has a harpoon gun and he'll find you.]

[[ooc: DARYL WILL BE ALL ABOUT THE FINNY FUN UP IN HERE. He'll be a little wary of dealing with other people at first- because as a mer-dude he won't have his layers of plaid and leather to keep his back and shoulders covered... But he'll be ignoring that in the hopes that anyone he meets will assume any and all scarring is part of the whole fish-guy thing. HAVE AT HIM.]

Daryl | Carnival

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[Eventually, Daryl will work out that drying off will put him right, and during the last couple of days of the event he'll do that, once he's exhausted all forms of exploration/entertainment/under the sea shenanigans.

He'll eventually find himself at the carnival, drawn by the lights and commotion and the fact that by this point he'll probably know to avoid the gazebo like the fucking plague, where he'll proceed to destroy the games. Get ready, shoot-the-star, Daryl Dixon is coming for you. Or maybe darts. Or whatever other carnival thing, the bottle breaking business... You name it, and he'll be doing it (while staring the vendors down because they're creepy bastards and they're CHEATERS THOSE BOTTLES ARE GLUED TO THOSE SHELVES).

Every once in a while he'll spot his father or Merle out of the corner of his eye... But he probably won't be acknowledging it much. Mostly chilled out carnival business up in here. Daryl's getting a break this time around.

...He also may or may not be aged to his thirties for this one, if only physically.]

Jesse | Gazebo

[cowhouse]

[Jesse starts his day off like any other (aside from the waking up in a weird hammock thing, which he's totally over): late, groggy, and in desperate need of a smoke. Sure, he could have stayed inside- in either his room or his lounge- but a bleary-eyed glance at the window and the blessedly snow-free grounds are more than enough of a push to get him to hop into his jeans and a hoodie and shuffle outside for some nice above freezing fresh air.

And it's just business as usual- fishing his cigarettes out as he walks, realizing that he'd left his lighter in his other jeans, wandering back inside for his friggin' lighter, marveling at how the friggin' mansion's all different again- right up until the point when it ceases to be normal and careens into WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO ME territory. The universe is at least kind enough to let him finish his cigarette, but it all goes to hell on his way back to his room- If there's a threshold it's not a marked one, but he steps over it just the same, and even before pulling out his phone to check his reflection, he knows something's up, and the feeling is confirmed when he swears and his own (?) voice sounds... Different. Not gravelly-smokey different, but...]

Shit. [Beat.] Oh come on, really? [He whips around, phone in hand.] Seriously? Oh my god--

[There will be some initial (and blatant) self-groping, so feel free to walk in on that stupidity... But after that Jesse's only actual option is to light up another cigarette... And then spend the next three days or so wandering around trying his very best to not lose his shit until it goes away. He can be found pretty much anywhere at any time, but the places he'll be frequenting the most are the same as usual: his lounge, the kitchen (or diner), etc, with some periodic, semi-frantic pacing around the gazebo in the hopes that it'll turn him back into himself. His male, junk-having self.

...No seriously, where's his junk? This is his main concern.]

Jesse | Playground

[cowhouse]

[Because all good things must come to an end, eventually Wonderland will see fit to give Jesse his dude-body back, and naturally that means he'll go from one pain in the ass thing to another pain in the ass thing. In an effort to stay as far away from the stupid gazebo as possible, Jesse chooses to hit the playground instead... Because it's a playground, come on.

What could go wrong...?

A lot. A lot can and does go wrong: after crossing yet another line he hadn't been aware was a thing to be mindful of, Wonderland at large will be treated to the horrors of a fifteen year old Jesse Pinkman. I HOPE YOU LIKE GRAFFITI, WONDERLAND, BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE GETTING.

Jesse will be spending at least a few hours with spray paint of all colours and a deep-seated desire to cover every inch of playground equipment in doodles and swear words. Also smoking up behind the equipment. And that's just outside, eventually he'll get bored and take his trashing everything in sight into the Mansion, skateboard and all. Juvenile delinquency at its very finest, is what we're saying here. Anyone wanna get into some trouble??]

Jesse | Carnival

[cowhouse]

To top off the week, probably for the last day or two, Jesse (twenty-five year old Jesse, probably) will finally make it to the carnival, shot nerves and all. Where his nerves will be even more shot, because this is Wonderland not the McDonald's Playplace; in between cheating at carnival games (shut up he wants a goldfish) and breaking into the house of mirrors (shut up he's missed causing mostly harmless trouble), he'll swear up and down that people from home are totally stalking him you guys. He'll be seeing Hank and Mr. White... And Jane, too, but only in whatever haunted house type thing they have going on and she will not look happy.

He may even answer questions about the people he's seeing... Partially truthfully.

Feel free to run into him doing anything here, too many scenarios to narrow it down. (Also, I'd be down for mixing this one and the de-aging, so if you wanna run into him spray painting giant pot leaves onto one of the carnie tents or trailers on the outskirts of the carnival, that's an option too. Just specify that that's what you wanna do!)]