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

[forethinking]

Wanda and I, yeah.

(Which is why they're great friends. When you spend so much time in a space with someone else, sharing experience, that's just what happens, right?)

You're welcome to just take it if I've cooked it.

[stations]

Thanks, that's... really nice of you.

( He means that, it sounds sincere. It's just incredibly unusual to him — not that people cook, obviously, so much as just... he's lived alone for a long time. Like, six years at least. Over the course of that, his degrading mental health and steadily ramping percentage of time spent at work means home-cooked meals have been getting fewer and farther between. He can't actually remember the last thing he ate before he got here that wasn't a frozen burrito or an MRE. )

[forethinking]

Don't thank me. We have to be here for one another.

(After all, it's unity that makes such a dire situation livable, acceptable to a degree. Without one another, they have nothing to fall back to. Sure, it's just food, but it does mean something bigger than that, doesn't it? It's an invitation to count on Ren.)

[stations]

Yeah, I guess so.

( He agrees, and while it doesn't sound reluctant, it does sound... uncertain? Maybe? Or like the concept is just a little foreign to him, even though he thinks it's nice. He's not really used to this kind of community atmosphere. He only recently found a small handful of people he'd consider his. Before that... he's been on his own for a long time.

It's great, and he supports it, but he doesn't have the first clue how he'd fit into all that. Odds are he'll default to the notion that he's on the outskirts of everything, hang out at the periphery and try not to fuck anything up. )