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apocalypsehowcomm2021-09-21 10:55 am
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OPEN LOG: ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐.
Who: Jack Townsend & Open
When: The month of September
Where: Around โ 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.)
๐ญ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐.
When: The month of September
Where: Around โ 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.)
๐ญ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐.
no subject
( Mildly, hesitantly, holding his cup to his chest like it's a baby or a football or something. )
So much as like... yes, this place is weird, and I've heard a little about it, but it's still not as crazy as some of the stuff going on back home. You kind of... walked in on me staring into the abyss covered in blood, so I'm trying not to push maximum capacity, you know?
( Covered is a really strong word. It was on his bat more than anything, maybe a little on the cooler, a few flecks here and there, but... in terms of blood vs. no blood, any amount of the former is a little alarming when you don't known the context. )
no subject
[to be here than to be back home. like a nice little break from whatever crazy circumstance is taking place. sometimes wanda feels like being here is but her hold her breath, waiting for the moment to exhale to let whatever disaster comes next from flooding her.
not that there is any particular thing that occurred prior to coming here that has her concerned for her future actionsโthough she can think of a few.]
How did that happen? You staring into the abyss while covered in blood.
no subject
Then again, Jerry's here now โ from the future, too, which means maybe he can start to relax? )
It's... kind of a long story.
( He starts with an exhale. )
The short version is... the gas station I own is sitting on like some weird cosmic crossroads and this asshole god-king named Brother Riley wants to steal it and use it to break out of his shitty prison and take over the world, so he started sending in clones to try and murder me every day? So, you know... just... that.
( Just normal gas station things. And like that isn't interesting enough to warrant follow-up questions, he adds on a polite: )
What kind of crazy have you seen?
no subject
[it's the first thing she can think of; she can't imagine having to face some kind of threat of that magnitude and just so happen to be a bystander with none of her magic and no real way of defending herself. though if she reaches back into her childhood, she knows the feeling very well.
butโsurely he must have something to be able to survive 'every day', right?]
I have so many questions. [a shake of her head; she could interrogate him until the sun came up, wondering about all these details he's removed from the 'short version'.] But to answer yours, the world I am from just went through what is called The Blip. Half the living things in the universe was exterminated, myself included. [this part she speaks about a little quickly, with the intonation of someone who may or may not be sharing a joke.] When I was returned I basically created my own world based on sitcoms and trapped a bunch of people to do what I asked to make it the perfect world, until an actual witch tried to sabotage me.
[a huff, and a shrug.]
God-kings tend to be assholes. Is he human?
no subject
( Sorry about your perfect world sabotage situation. Also the extermination thing.
Would a normal person be way more weirded out by that? Probably. Should he have a more concerned reaction to being told that she trapped a bunch of people in TV-land? Maybe.
Que sera sera. Kanye shrug. Jack is fucking weird.
He scratches behind one of his ears. )
But, um, no. No powers. And he's... definitely not human. He just looks like one.
no subject
but the not-human thing is a bummer: then no chance in getting rid of him by human means.]
Is it your responsibility dealing with him?
wanda takes a sip of her tea; ponders the situation for a moment.] Because you own the gas station keeping him stuck. Feels like it should have been in the contract.
no subject
If I don't do it, nobody else will.
( A simple answer, with a shrug. )
Plus, I'm... kind of weird? I have a broken brain that makes me immune to... stuff. Somehow. I think anybody else he could just brain-scramble or something, but that doesn't really... work on me.
no subject
Sounds like a lucky break, but I cannot imagine there is much comfort in having that kind of responsibility on your shoulders.
[and so, whatever jack needs to do to deal with him and/or destroy him for good becomes, irrevocably, difficult.]
...is that why you have a hard time sleeping? I was going to offer a spell that would help you fall asleep, but it sounds like it's something you've been dealing with for a long time now.
[has grown used to, too.]
no subject
( Things neither he nor they knew at the time: they don't work because he's already asleep โ or if he's not, when he does fall asleep it's not to REM and he's still aware of his surroundings, he just starts... hallucinating like a motherfucker.
It's gonna be a real fun shock when he gets that diagnosis in a few weeks. Still permanently tired, still hallucinating, still memory loss and black-outs and loss of time and everything, but... at least he's not dying, right? )
no subject
wanda inches forward on her seat, feet flat on the floor, elbows on her thighs as she tries keeping eye contact with jack. it's easy to not feel the constriction of time right in this place, what with the dim light and the quiet that pervades; the heating rattling the pipes that course through the building once in a while, the dried leaves rolling on the pavement.
should she even be contemplating this?]
If you ever wanted some help, perhaps I... could โ try. I'm not positive I will be able to do much, considering your experiences. [carefully, she pushes the cup around in her hands] But if it ever is too much.
[she looks down now, grimacing, but ultimately forcing a smile on her face.]
I have powers that let me control what goes on in a person's mind. I would use it to help my brother sleep free of nightmares. I've used it on even more powerful people; a god of Asgard, a witch. [sorry pietroโ wanda looks up at jack again.] Only to help, and only if you want, of course.
no subject
Needless to say, his hopes aren't very high. All the sameโ
He shrugs. )
I'm game. It couldn't hurt. What's the worst that could happen?
( Literally nothing, as far as he knows. Nothing happening is basically the only consequence of failure, and it's one he's extremely used to. )