OPEN LOG: 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

[stations]

Who: Jack Townsend & Open
When: The month of September
Where: Around — it's a catchall!
Summary: Some intro prompts + eventually event prompts as well
Warnings: Cognitive impairment ft. gaslighting, hallucinations, time loss, etc; mentions of amputation & other violence; adult language; spooky ghosts

(Prompts in comments; this is not a cut text.)

𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔.

Comments

[cacophonish]

[ Okay, Jeff's the tiniest bet crestfallen when Jack goes for the boring option. His bright eyed enthusiasm dims for a moment, before he rebounds with what he feels is a very important factor that maybe Jack didn't consider-- ]

Okay, but, like... What if someone asks how we know each other? [ You know, as they do at haunted houses. ] Are we roommates? Brothers? Um, professional haunted house critics? Or we could keep it simple and say we're in a band together-- hey, do you know any instruments?

[stations]

( You're spearing him in the heart over here, Jeff. God, he misses Jerry — real Jerry, not the version he's been carrying around in a cooler for... weeks? Months? He doesn't know how long. )

I play a pretty mean kazoo.

( He answers, tone so neutral it might be hard to tell whether or not it's sarcasm.

It is. It's definitely sarcasm.

But really though — )

I mean, we're technically roommates now, right? So we could always... go with that.