open } hiding wolves in wicked skins their darkest sides preserved

[krmvgivv]

Who: YOU
Where: Wonderland
When: 11/11 - 11/13
Rating: Will vary a lot depending on the thread
Summary: Catch-all log for anyone who wants to do stuff post-challenges but still during the event.
The Story:

[Congratulations, you solved all three challenges! Now you get to hang out and wait for your friends to also finish. Plus, you still get to turn into neat animals. Have fun!]

Comments

[theothermrgray]

Oh?

[Finally, something Dorian can work with. He seems awfully concerned when he asks...] What happened the last time you went there?

[postictal]

Some guy molotoved the place and hit me in the head with his shotgun.

[All said utterly deadpan. It's your choice whether you'd like to interpret it literally, Dorian.]

[theothermrgray]

[... How do you NOT interpret that literally.]

I'm not familiar with the term "molotov," but that sounds absolutely horrible!

Thank goodness somebody cleaned the mess up after the lunatic came to his senses.

[postictal]

It's like a flaming grenade in a bottle.

[Tim sounds incredibly calm about the entire ordeal, all things considered. Mostly because that was far from the worst he's endured.]

[theothermrgray]

[Dorian pictured the American invention being lit on fire and placed in a bottle. Just as horrifying as the real thing.]

Goodness! What sort of madman throws bombs in a library? The very thought is barbaric!

[postictal]

He'd just arrived, far as I can tell. Thought he was someplace else.

[He hasn't really got any latent resentment toward the perpetrator. He can understand doing terrible things while being discombobulated.]

[theothermrgray]

[Why is Tim being so calm about this? Normal people aren't calm about arsonists attacking people unless...]

Was the man taken from the middle of a war?

[Dorian puffs on his cigarette, wondering if Tim was also in the military. As far as he knew, soldiers have different views on life and death.]

[postictal]

I have no idea.

[He didn't really ask. He could've gathered more information based on context, but it didn't really matter, huh?

Not a whole lot, no.]

[theothermrgray]

Hopefully, he's calmed down a bit since then.

[He'd rather not have a gun pointed at him today, thank you very much.]

... Anyway, I could probably loan you a book if you like. You don't have to read everything in the library if you don't feel comfortable there.

[Seriously. Free books. Not a bad thing at all.]

[postictal]

[Tim shrugs. To his knowledge, yeah, the guy found his chill after bombing the library and getting talked down by a friend of his. Or possibly multiple friends of his. He can't really say. He was pretty out of it until Zacharie found him.]

I'm good.

[His reading level isn't what you'd really call high. That's what he gets for spending most of his formative years in a hospital.]

[theothermrgray]

[Not a big reader, are you? That's rough.]

Ah... Well, you could also stop by the pool. I know it's a bit out of season, but rumor has it the water's warm... Somehow.

[Dorian's not going to go test that theory with you, Tim. You can go by yourself if you want.]

[postictal]

[Dorian simply earns himself a strange look as Tim blows out his last plume of smoke, flicking the butt of his spent cigarette to the ground as he grinds it beneath his heel.]

There any reason you're invested in trying to...get me out more, or whatever?

[theothermrgray]

Because I thought it would help.

[Hm, Dorian's cigarette seems to be getting low too. He'd prefer to put it out in an ashtray, but there are none around. Sigh.]

I get the feeling this last event struck a nerve in both of us, and I thought maybe I could give you some advice.

It's nothing personal, really.

[postictal]

Yeah well, I'm fine.

[It's a lie, really, but he's good at lying. Easy as breathing. He crams his hands in his pockets, plainly looking to weasel his way out of a conversation that's starting to tilt toward discussing the event - something he's not terribly eager to do.]

[theothermrgray]

[Dorian's practiced social cues, and he can tell this man is NOT FINE.]

[In fact, perhaps the man's getting scared. Time to wrap it up before he stops being so chill.]

Well, if you insist...

Oh, before you go... I don't think I got your name.

[postictal]

[Goddamnit. Least he's pretty sure he's talked to the guy before over text, so he gets that plausible deniability. And it's not like he could maintain a false name for any significant length - too many people here already know him. Still, there's a silence that goes on a hair longer than is maybe socially acceptable before he responds.]

Tim.

[It's a common name.

Hopefully he won't ask too many questions.]

[theothermrgray]

[Dorian is patient for his little bit of closure.]

Good to meet you Tim. My name's Dorian.

[He smiles and nods.] Until we meet again...

[Dorian turns to leave, letting Tim have his quiet time alone.]

[postictal]

Yeah.

[Until they meet again. Whenever that is.]