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entrancelogs2016-08-07 12:14 am
rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry) wrote in entrancelogs2016-08-07 12:14 am
Entry tags:
Hey, brother, what you thinking? Leave that old record spinning...
Who: Napstablook, a closed starter, and YOU!
Where: Throughout Genosha
When: 8/5-8/9
Rating: probably won't get higher than PG-13, will update with any needed cw
Summary: GHOST is the face of the resistance spy GLAMOUR. They deliver messages from the elusive spy, be it information or warnings. NAPSTABLOOK is a human with a habit of snooping around where the don't belong. Will match any format.
The Story:
ONE: RESISTANCE [ACTION]
You follow the address you were handed between hushed whispers to a hotel room. You knock twice, wait three seconds, and knock once more as instructed. The door opens and standing in the entryway is Ghost, in their signature white tux, long platinum hair draped past their shoulders. They're much shorter than you expected. "i heard you would be dropping by..... come in, make yourself at home...."
TWO: ANTI-HUMAN [NETWORK]
It looks like a pop-up ad at first. A window opens, but it's not a browser window, and you can't close it. The human on the screen tips their white satin top hat, expressionless. "hello... i am the entity known as ghost... i'm from the human resistance, and i have a warning..."
THREE: WILD CARD
Want to interact with Napstablook in another way not mentioned here? Give me a starter and let's do this!
Where: Throughout Genosha
When: 8/5-8/9
Rating: probably won't get higher than PG-13, will update with any needed cw
Summary: GHOST is the face of the resistance spy GLAMOUR. They deliver messages from the elusive spy, be it information or warnings. NAPSTABLOOK is a human with a habit of snooping around where the don't belong. Will match any format.
The Story:
ONE: RESISTANCE [ACTION]
You follow the address you were handed between hushed whispers to a hotel room. You knock twice, wait three seconds, and knock once more as instructed. The door opens and standing in the entryway is Ghost, in their signature white tux, long platinum hair draped past their shoulders. They're much shorter than you expected. "i heard you would be dropping by..... come in, make yourself at home...."
TWO: ANTI-HUMAN [NETWORK]
It looks like a pop-up ad at first. A window opens, but it's not a browser window, and you can't close it. The human on the screen tips their white satin top hat, expressionless. "hello... i am the entity known as ghost... i'm from the human resistance, and i have a warning..."
THREE: WILD CARD
Want to interact with Napstablook in another way not mentioned here? Give me a starter and let's do this!
Now that's just a waste of potential! Gotta stay sharp somehow!
[Bill grins proudly at the assessment.]
"Another thing I COLLECT, you COULD SAY!"
[Ghost's assurances mean regretably little, considering their current plight. He emphatically jabs his finger down in implication, before throwing his arms up in exasperation.]
"Neither- ngh- should THIS location, but- geh- LOOK WHERE WE ARE!"
[Leaning backwards with one full leg on the desk, Bill grunts with the effort of trying to open the gasoline, fussing insistently with the child safety lock cap. Look, its hard enough controlling a new body without knowing the full degree of one's motor skills yet!]
"TIME?"
i'm laughing, Bill Cipher confirmed for Actual Child
[They watch Bill struggle for a few seconds.]
"um... sorry but ....
you... have to push down the cap....
as you twist it....not.... before...
and..
i'm sorry about this location being found...
i have reason to suspect foul play within my colleagues right now, and i promise i'm doing my best to investigate..."
[they choose to omit the fact that their own personal residence was invaded the night before. They don't want to seem even less competant at keeping secrets than they already did with this leak]
STILL ONE TRILLION YEARS YOUNG!
[They must be, because Bill is starting to swear it's some kind of catchphrase. Napstablook doesn't have to recite directions for long, because Bill storms off and comes back holding a rather sizable kitchen knife and begins to positively dent the thing, vigorously.]
"Why bother? I HIGHLY doubt MY opinion, ACTUALLY MATTERS to YOU. LESSON for the EGO, GHOST. When You DO something; OWN IT!"
[With one more swift stab, it sprays all over the table and lightly against his own clothes.]
"APOLOGIES only make you look WEAK; if you want these WARNINGS of yours TAKEN SERIOUSLY, HOW's ABOUT a little CONVICTION, huh?"
this is little billy, my 140-trillion-month-old
to be taken seriously despite my verbal habits...."
[They almost apologize again but they stop themself. They intentionally dont answer why they say sorry so often. They're well aware that their habit is unbecoming, one of the reasons why they never meant to become so public in the resistance.]
"i do own and take responsibility for my actions.... please don't set yourself on fire, for heaven's sake..."
no subject
[Come on, he's trying to corrupt some of that pesky selflessness, here! A smirk spreads across Bill's face as he purposely douses himself in a few more drops of the chemical in retaliation. It's dripping off his bangs and probably burning his eye at this point.]
"Gonna miss m--"
[Bill pauses with a widened eye as the sound of breaking glass a few rooms over catches his ear. Wordlessly, he glances to the specter on the monitor screen for confirmation.
...They're here, aren't they?]
no subject
i get, uh....
[it can't hurt to tell them. It's not like Mr. Cipher could do much with the knowledge that hasn't already been done, what with the break in]
my cousin got you to do a job that protected me from about four ways i could have been killed and seven ways i could have been incarcerated....
don't get me wrong, i'm mostly doing this for the good of the resistance.... but...uh.....
it.... wouldn't do for you to die before you get paid...
[a wince when they hear the glass shatter
...yes, that's them...
...good luck....
no subject
The pieces click together. "i have reason to suspect foul play within my colleagues" He thinks back to the crumpled excuse of a map he so hastily stuffed into his pocket. Not one that led to a Resistance house- a personal one.
This call wasn't sanctioned by the Resistance at all, was it? For some reason, this person, personally, cared to...?
...Misplaced guilt, that's all it is. Bill is quick to decide- no he doesn't decide, he knows it. Selflessness doesn't exist, not for a wretch like him. People could fool themselves into thinking they did things for the good of others, but it only ever boiled down to self entitlement in the end. An ego trip. A way to soften someone up to gain something from them later.
The thought is dismissed as quick as it arrives, even quicker than the annoying twist in his gut that results from it. Maybe he swallowed some gasoline.]
"WON'T NEED IT."
[Luck, like everything in this world, could be manipulated. Bill glances ahead, striking a match, and swallowing down some resolve. The Cheshire grin works its way back onto his face all too easily as he drops it and he salutes the monitor as flames lick up its sides.]
"Thanks for the TIP OFF, Kid. Tell GLAMOUR, I'll be in for a VISIT sometime~"