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Who: Thomas
Username: somedumbshank
Warnings: too many questions
hi. my name’s thomas. i guess i’m a greenie again.
weird enough, it’s not the first time i woke up somewhere with a creepy corporate feel and no idea how i got there. not any more thrilled about it now than i was before. this one’s not as bad. better food, less electric grenades. air vents are about the same though.
i have questions. it was a shuck-ton of questions, but i tried narrowing it down to the important ones.
thanks.
Who: Thomas
When: Mid-November
Where: ADI headquarters, the General Store
Summary: Apocalypse science experiment teen with amnesia is paranoid and acting like he’s never seen civilization before
Warnings: Mentions of violence and death (of minors), claustrophobia, apocalyptic disease, child abuse by a government agency
Arrival - Air Ducts; cw: claustrophobia, memories of violence and death
[ thomas is reeling with mental whiplash. He went from a building on fire, bombs rattling the support beams, terrified people screaming, bleeding, end of the freaking world, to this - four shiny metal walls boxed in around him, pressing against his shoulders, too narrow to sit up or change positions. He thinks of the maze walls, shifting, doors closing in, crushing, merciless.
Grime encrusted hands slap against the dirty walls of the vent, thomas noticing Janson’s blood still clinging to his knuckles (eyes wild and bugged out, frothing at the mouth, the flare). Soon enough he’s shouting — ]
Hey! Hey, somebody get me outta here! [ the croaking voice breaks off in a cough, smoke from the fire and bombs still trapped up and poisoning in his lungs. Still, he yells, throat feeling raw. ] Help!
[ half a minute of that makes it clear no one’s coming, and thomas feels his rapid heartbeat like a hammer against his skull. Scrambling around, he gets on his stomach and crawls like a man possessed. Dull nails scrape against cobwebs and weird textures he doesn’t stop to think about. Finally reaching a vent, thomas pushes and pries and slams his hands against it until it gives way, and he comes tumbling out.
At your feet is a sprawl of teenage boy, dark soot and dust decorating his face and arms, ripped clothes burnt in places, crusted in others with a gross, yellowy goo, with spots stained a dark rust color. Eyes wide and a little crazed, he’s nearly hyperventilating as a raspy voice demands - ]
What the hell is this?
Library;
[ thomas hasn’t changed clothes, or washed up, or done anything to look more like a human being and less like he fought god in hell and lost. Having left orientation not even an hour earlier, he’s already found the library, attempted to use a terminal, and set up on a table with a small landscape of books cluttered around him. ]
There’s no way this klunk’s real. [ he’s muttering to himself, a dirty hand in his dirtier hair, pulling at the strands as he pours over a text on local legends. ] How can it be?
[ WICKED often played mind games on the Gladers, subjected them to elaborate illusions to make them believe they’re going crazy, or that something horrible and evil has taken control of their lives. Out to get them. The theme here gets under Thomas’s skin, and every fiber of his being wants to reject it. ]
Who goes through this much effort for ghost stories?
The General Store;
[ finally showered and in fresh, clean clothes, thomas stands, dazed, in the middle of the General Store. Mouth agape, his eyes drift around, over the shelves and people, wonder in his eyes. Everything’s so calm, so normal. Denver was crowded and constantly tense, everyone committed to minding their own business, as if simple speaking to another pedestrian would risk catching the Flare. Police monitoring and cameras on every corner, the occasional terrifying scene of someone infected being bagged and taken away to be dumped at a Crank palace, screaming, crying and begging. The place was devoid of joy.
Here, they’re just… living. Thomas can’t remember the last time he saw people just enjoying life. When someone pauses to look over the baked goods display next to him, thomas asks a question, disregarding if they’re an employee, or another customer. ]
Do you know where I can find ice cream?
[ he knows he’s had it before, because thomas remembers that it’s wonderful, but the memory’s been stolen from him. He’d like to make a new one in its place. ]
Username: somedumbshank
Warnings: too many questions
hi. my name’s thomas. i guess i’m a greenie again.
weird enough, it’s not the first time i woke up somewhere with a creepy corporate feel and no idea how i got there. not any more thrilled about it now than i was before. this one’s not as bad. better food, less electric grenades. air vents are about the same though.
i have questions. it was a shuck-ton of questions, but i tried narrowing it down to the important ones.
● What’s going on where we came from? Can we get a message back to them, or check in on that place? How do you know we’re not still in the same world if you haven’t left the city to check?i like food, not dying, and answers.
● What’d ADI say about going back home? Or how we got here? Do you guys really buy the “we don’t know, for spooky reasons” line? Don’t you miss home? Aren’t you worried about the family or friends you left behind?
● Has anyone actually been eaten by monsters after leaving ADI? Is there evidence of it, or just reports?
● What's on B4? Why can’t I go down there?
● What’s the deal with ‘cursed objects’? How do you know it’s cursed, is there a sticker or something i missed? I mean, yeah, Bun on the Cobb’s freaky looking, but it hasn’t tried eating me in my sleep.
thanks.
Who: Thomas
When: Mid-November
Where: ADI headquarters, the General Store
Summary: Apocalypse science experiment teen with amnesia is paranoid and acting like he’s never seen civilization before
Warnings: Mentions of violence and death (of minors), claustrophobia, apocalyptic disease, child abuse by a government agency
Arrival - Air Ducts; cw: claustrophobia, memories of violence and death
[ thomas is reeling with mental whiplash. He went from a building on fire, bombs rattling the support beams, terrified people screaming, bleeding, end of the freaking world, to this - four shiny metal walls boxed in around him, pressing against his shoulders, too narrow to sit up or change positions. He thinks of the maze walls, shifting, doors closing in, crushing, merciless.
Grime encrusted hands slap against the dirty walls of the vent, thomas noticing Janson’s blood still clinging to his knuckles (eyes wild and bugged out, frothing at the mouth, the flare). Soon enough he’s shouting — ]
Hey! Hey, somebody get me outta here! [ the croaking voice breaks off in a cough, smoke from the fire and bombs still trapped up and poisoning in his lungs. Still, he yells, throat feeling raw. ] Help!
[ half a minute of that makes it clear no one’s coming, and thomas feels his rapid heartbeat like a hammer against his skull. Scrambling around, he gets on his stomach and crawls like a man possessed. Dull nails scrape against cobwebs and weird textures he doesn’t stop to think about. Finally reaching a vent, thomas pushes and pries and slams his hands against it until it gives way, and he comes tumbling out.
At your feet is a sprawl of teenage boy, dark soot and dust decorating his face and arms, ripped clothes burnt in places, crusted in others with a gross, yellowy goo, with spots stained a dark rust color. Eyes wide and a little crazed, he’s nearly hyperventilating as a raspy voice demands - ]
What the hell is this?
Library;
[ thomas hasn’t changed clothes, or washed up, or done anything to look more like a human being and less like he fought god in hell and lost. Having left orientation not even an hour earlier, he’s already found the library, attempted to use a terminal, and set up on a table with a small landscape of books cluttered around him. ]
There’s no way this klunk’s real. [ he’s muttering to himself, a dirty hand in his dirtier hair, pulling at the strands as he pours over a text on local legends. ] How can it be?
[ WICKED often played mind games on the Gladers, subjected them to elaborate illusions to make them believe they’re going crazy, or that something horrible and evil has taken control of their lives. Out to get them. The theme here gets under Thomas’s skin, and every fiber of his being wants to reject it. ]
Who goes through this much effort for ghost stories?
The General Store;
[ finally showered and in fresh, clean clothes, thomas stands, dazed, in the middle of the General Store. Mouth agape, his eyes drift around, over the shelves and people, wonder in his eyes. Everything’s so calm, so normal. Denver was crowded and constantly tense, everyone committed to minding their own business, as if simple speaking to another pedestrian would risk catching the Flare. Police monitoring and cameras on every corner, the occasional terrifying scene of someone infected being bagged and taken away to be dumped at a Crank palace, screaming, crying and begging. The place was devoid of joy.
Here, they’re just… living. Thomas can’t remember the last time he saw people just enjoying life. When someone pauses to look over the baked goods display next to him, thomas asks a question, disregarding if they’re an employee, or another customer. ]
Do you know where I can find ice cream?
[ he knows he’s had it before, because thomas remembers that it’s wonderful, but the memory’s been stolen from him. He’d like to make a new one in its place. ]
Arrival
He stops. He looks up. He prowls to the nearest grate, aiming to push it up and out of the way with the barrel of his rifle, right when Thomas finds it and tumbles out right at his feet. He stares down at him for a long moment. There's a mask covering the bottom half of his face, so it's just his eyes, not quite making eye contact, but clearly taking in all of Thomas's condition.
Finally, he says:]
Apocalypse Disruption Initiative headquarters. Not your world.
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Maybe some apocalypses aren’t supposed to be disrupted.
[ basically his latest stance on the Flare. After Denver, after Janson’s determination to scrap this round of immunes and start the whole horrid thing over again, he can’t bring himself to care about the last, desperate, cruel sect of humanity willing to damn the children of their world for their own pipedream of survival. There was never going to be a cure.
The mask and rifle this man carries spark memories of WICKED soldiers. The men who pulled them from the maze, only to send them to slaughter in the Scorch. The mask is worse, indicates protection from disease, or identity. Usually a little from column A, a little of column B. His legs creep up, feet pressing against the floor beneath him, fingers curling to dig into the carpet fibers. He’s ready to shove himself up and bolt for an exit, or anywhere away from the soldier, if need be. ]
There an outbreak here?
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I would rather see people survive than not survive.
[The question makes him tilt his head a little, brows coming together, not connecting the question to his mask. Then he deliberately shake his head.]
No outbreak. There is no sickness here that isn't magical.
cw: mentions of torture/murder of minors
You ever hear the thing about crabs in a bucket?
[ it's a complicated thing in his head, a raw nerve, thomas still minutes fresh from so much horrific, pointless death. still so damn angry, at Janson, Vince, Ava Paige. this grief, resentment, and rage he's stuck with feels like one more poison they snuck into his veins, just to see what happens. thomas rolls a stiff shoulder, pushing it out of his mind for now (how long can he really keep doing that?) ]
Magical? [ a suspicious brow arches towards the soldier, the corner of his mouth hesitantly lifting, not sure if that was a joke or not. ] Nothing's magic about disease. Just too complicated to cure.
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Clearly this kid didn't get it the first time, so he tries again.]
This is not your world. There is magic here, not sickness. Evil fear entities that trap you in dreams or make illusions of fire.
[He's not great at explaining things, dammit.]
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[ This is not your world. If that's the case, he has so, so many questions, but the rest of the words that follow quickly divert that train of thought. ]
Uh huh. [ Dude sounds halfway to bonkers to Thomas. In the place Thomas left minutes ago, nonsensical rambling is one of the first signs of violent disease. The edge he was already on gets steeper, and he's unconsciously easing another step back. Rose took my nose I suppose echoes somewhere in the back of his head, and Thomas pushes it back towards the corner of compartmentalized things we don't look at if we can help it. ]
Well, um. Thanks for the input. Do the... evil fear entities have a name? Or, like, an office?
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[He shakes his head once.]
They explain better than I do. There's a whole orientation.
un: mercyme; text
My name is Sister Mercy Graves, a child of Amia and citizen of Leigland. I have been in this place long enough to see four new moons. I will try to answer your questions as best I can.
I am afraid I cannot answer your first. We do not know what is going on, but I would pray all that I love are safe and well. I have not heard of a way to communicate with our homes, but my thoughts fly there, and I hope that my god might bear them where they are needed. I have left the city before, though. I was kidnapped away by horrific creatures we called kelpies. We were taken to a bay some distance away to the north.
I know that ADI has said they do not understand why we are here, but they suspect it is part of some fell ritual for these Dread Powers that we fight. I miss home and I worry for everyone, but I would certainly not blame the people who are helping us. They have not given me reason to mistrust them, thus far?
Although I did not see them eating people whole, I watched the kelpies rip at people, one nearly bit part of my heel off, and it likely would have taken more had Mr. Caduceus not been there with the rest of ADI's forces to rescue me and kill the beasts. I did not encounter them, but I tended wounds for those who encountered monstrous boar creatures in Dogtown only a few short months ago.
I do not know what it on B4.
There are no labels on cursed objects. I think this is why ADI requested that we assist with the shop selling odd items. But I have seen a cursed object: It was a piece of equipment for sport. We were told it would hurt us if we touched it.
May the Spring Bring Life to You and Yours,
Mercy Graves
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did you start out with the name Mercy or did it come with the whole sister, god deal? kinda fits too well.
thanks for the answers. maybe your god has some awesome interstellar satellite phone service. if you ever get a message back, let me know. might start praying with you.
bad people also like to say they're helping you too, so you don't get paranoid and start digging. 'i don't know, it's magic' is a pretty good reason for me to mistrust, but i'll admit, it doesn't take much for me. but i won't overlook the fact they've been good to you. it does mean something.
thanks for letting me know about the kelpies. do you remember the names of the patients you treated?
'fell ritual'? anything more specific than that? what goes into it, how it's supposed to be done, how it works?
Did anyone touch the cursed thing and end up hurt?
uh yeah. may the spring bring you good stuff too.
thanks,
thomas
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I was named for Mercy the Brave, a hero of Evergreen who fended off the dread General Whiteeyes with her magic dagger.
I will be sure to let you know if I get a response, but I do not understand why saying something might be magic would be so unbelievable. Are you from a world without it? That seems a very strange notion.
I have been told that it is ill fortune to speak of the specifics of one's patients to others who are not their family or named friends. But asking upon this network would likely have people willing to say as much if they are willing. I fear it is not a confidence I may break.
As for the ritual itself, I do not know the specifics but ADI seems to think our arrival is tied to something. Did they mention it?
Yes, some people were burned.
With Hope for the Future,
Mercy
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not sure the concept of mercy and daggering people matches up much but i'm guessing General Whiteeyes had it coming.
yeah, we don't have magic. just some people creating messed up illusions with technology to trick terrified kids into believing they're in an inescapable hell. so, forgive the skepticism.
that's fair. i'll look into it myself, thanks.
yeah, it was mentioned. they said we might be involved in an apocalypse that may be imminent. i'm worried what that means for our safety around them. what's the sense in keeping around a bunch of strangers that might be ending the world, unless there's a plan for them, right?
With Increasing Paranoia,
Thomas
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It was a mercy she only killed him, it is said, after his atrocities.
I am sorry yours is another world without magic. It is a wondrous thing in so many places. I would beg you not to judge all magic and miracles based on the way this world seems to work. It is not all as such, and I have spoken to others who are mages and such where they hail from. It is beautiful and helpful to them. Both in grand and small ways.
As for the sense? Perhaps those at ADI simply feel it is best to keep us close in case something truly awful follows our footsteps. Better to have that where they can observe and attempt to control, rather than off where they cannot see the trouble brewing.
May I also suggest, if you suffer from any afflictions of the mind that you might consider availing yourself of the Counseling Department. Mr. Caduceus works there, and he is a kind and gentle soul filled with understanding. He is very good at soothing.
Kindly,
Mercy
@GasStationJack
2 - We don't know, for spooky reasons. But you're definitely not the only one messed up about it. I have some really serious shit going on back home I need to handle.
3 - Not eaten exactly, not that I know of, but weird stuff does happen. Last month everybody got stuck in these dream-state loops of repeatedly dying and then shared a hallucination that was basically a Halloween slaughter-fest. They definitely have proof, if you're worried about them bullshitting us or something.
4 - Before what?
That's a joke.
Like, a pun.
Nevermind.
5 - I don't know, but I have one.
If you live at Bonnie's there's generally a lot of free food and not dying. This one guy Ren cooks enough for everybody all the time and it's like really good.
Um
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what the fuck does shuck mean
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2 - me too. some humanity ending, genocide serious shit i've been trying to get my friends away from. almost had it, but then this place happened. that's my usual luck.
3 - dreams and hallucinations could be anything, though. shared is pretty suspicious. you're perceiving it as a dream, but it's still just chemicals in your brain. has anyone done an MRI since getting here?
4 - hilarious
not sarcasm, i actually enjoyed that
thanks
5 - do you feel cursed by it?
i haven't met bonnie, i'd be willing to for free food and not dying. guessing she's not in the ADI dorms?
shuck is a swear word
my friends lost their memories so they made up their own words
i heard a guy in denver say 'fuck', probably similar to that
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whats up with gas station? you the only jack with a gas station here?
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well, you're either going to get the weirdest dumbest explanation you've ever heard in your life, or he's going to talk about quantum mechanics for an hour. I genuinely don't know which way it'll swing.
@jermiacumberbatch
2 - Same, weirdly.
3 - I have actually had an MRI since I got here. I have terminal insomnia, I literally can't sleep under any circumstances, so that's part of what made it weird.
Trust me, when thirty people all experience the same thing together and that thing involved most of them dying, it kind of confirms theory.
4 - Thanks. But on a serious note, I have no idea.
5 - Yes and no. Probably not in the way this place thinks. More like I was already cursed back home and this thing just kind of came with me.
Nope, not in the ADI dorms. They have a pretty strict policy about curfews and... like nine hundred other things.
Here, shuck is what you do to corn. I'm not judging or telling you how to live, I just figured I'd let you know it kind of loses some of its impact when you just sound like a wholesome farmer.
Yeah, as far as I know I'm the only Jack that owns a gas station, not that it's... here. It's just
I ran this blog back home
That's the name I used for it, so I guess it's kind of habit
This numbering system seems a little bit pointless when there are like 300 other things happening that aren't numbered, so I'm not
really sure it's helping anything
if you want to just write like normal humans we could probably do that
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2 - huh. not sure if it's comforting or just freaking depressing to know it's not just me. sorry dude, it sucks.
3 - did your MRI show anything new? and that's gotta be one of the shittiest terminal illnesses possible. so you've never slept, ever? how'd you have a shared dream? i'm not saying the group hallucination didn't happen, i just mean that doesn't make it supernatural. some assholes back home put my friends and i through some seriously messed up hallucinations, but it was all technology.
5 - wait so the cursed thing came from home with you? this supernatural junk is in your world too?
6 - i like the numbers, theyre calming
6.1 - yeah didn't love the curfew and butt ton of rules. is there extra room at bonnie's?
6.2 - thanks but i dont care much what i sound like
6.3 - you ran a blog about a gas station? sounds... thrilling??
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2. Yep, sucks giant dicks.
3. Not that I'm aware of. I have an appointment with Dr Strange sometime soon to go over it, but it seems like it's the same kind of fucked up now as it was before. I've slept before, I didn't get the diagnosis until like 4-ish years ago, and I just slowly stopped over time. It's been a year or two now, I think?
I was asking myself the dream question too, but I'm pretty sure I had the off-brand version. One of the side-effects of my condition is hallucinations, which I guess is close enough to dreaming for it to work. It was definitely supernatural, though, because I'm from a place full of that insanity back home. Something like this happened before back there. Like, remarkably similar, except it was in one of those like themed murder mystery bed and breakfasts.
5. Yeah, sorry, I answered that up there because I'm reading these in order and I didn't see this one yet. So. Um. Yes. Lots of supernatural junk.
6. I can respect that I guess
6.1 Yep, there are a few open rooms. I actually just moved out of mine and into one with Jerry, as far as I know that one's still empty. You might wind up sharing, though, I think they double bunk when it starts to get full.
6.2 Fair enough
6.3 You'd be surprised. It's less about the gas station itself and more about all the crazy things that happen there. See point 4 & 5.
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3 - is his name actually Dr Strange
weird ask, but can i see the scans too?
not for creepy science reasons just
well kind of for creepy science reasons
look there's something i need to check for, in any of our brains not yours specifically but you have the MRI already done
its probably paranoia but itll drive me nuts til i know for sure
that side effect must make keeping reality straight rough for you
do you have a trick to tell whats real and whats not?
the supernatural crap is... im gonna need some time to get my head around that
but thanks for the info
6 - we have a lot of different topics here
we'd have to think of normal sounding ways to move from one to the next and itd be obvious and stupid sounding so
numbers make less work and awkwardness
6.1 if my roommate's an annoying do i get to change rooms?
6.3 crazy how? is the gas station haunted? or whatever makes supernatural stuff happen
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3. Yeah, it actually is. He's also a sorcerer. He's a doctor sorcerer. He gets offended if you call him a wizard, though. I made that mistake like three times before I remembered which one it was.
3.1 Sure, if you tell me what it is you're looking for. At this point, so many people have seen my brain scans, they're like the centerfold of a playboy magazine. Couldn't really hurt.
3.2 I have Jerry for that. We have code words. Like a system. It works, mostly. I'm also on a metric ton of prescriptions to keep that from happening very often, so it's not usually a problem. Not until the collective population gets stuck in a dreamscape of cycling death or something.
6. I see your point.
6.1 I'd offer you my bed as a backup since I don't use it, but frankly I think you'd have less trouble with the annoying roommate. Jerry likes to keep his katanas in my mattress. Or he did, at least, until he broke his Johnson. Pretty sure he's still working on getting a new one that doesn't require a generous application of duct tape.
6.3 No. I mean, yeah, there's a ghost — or maybe several ghosts? I don't know — but that's not really what makes it weird. It turns out it's located on top of this cosmic crossroads, it's basically right on top of a hole where other universes dump their garbage or take a pit-stop or something. To be honest, the guy who explained it was a huge asshole, so I kind of had a hard time focusing on that part rather than the 'I want to hit him in the head with a baseball bat' part.
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3.1 a chip
3.2 smart. were you able to get your prescriptions here alright?
6.1 i'm guessing Johnson's a katana, not a human being broken by a katana, and really hoping i'm right.
6.3 like a, what, a worm hole? how's that even scientifically possible without caving the entire town into it? i'd like to meet the asshole who explained it, just to see if he's whacked in the head. sounds like a rough job either way.
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3.1 Like a tracking device or something?
3.2 Yeah! The magic wizard doctor is a neurosurgeon, so he covered me.
6.1 Katana is a really... kind word for the abomination he put together with duct tape and a mop handle, but yeah. It's definitely katana-adjacent. If you squint.
6.3 If I knew how to answer that question I wouldn't be working at a gas station. But no, the asshole who explained it isn't right in the head. He's a body stealing life-ruining sociopath. I'd offer to get clarification the next time I see him, but I don't plan on asking him any questions.
( He's just gonna kill him. Or, you know, try, considering he's a powerful demigod or whatever. )
@jermiacumberbatch
sup
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hey, i'm thomas
i wanted to ask you how you went home and came back here
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that or we're all collectively trippin balls
The General Store
.... Freezer section?
[He's not sure where to start, but he knows about having worlds that are hellish. It's almost nice here, by comparison.
He keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop.]
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thomas is all but setting up a bunker in preparation for the other shoe to drop, but there's only so much he can do with the information he has. the room likely hasn't seen much of him, spending a lot of time in the library lately, but when thomas is there, he doesn't sleep much. kind of an off-and-on, 2-4 hours at a time situation.
but he couldn't resist experiencing actual, normal, pre-apocalyptic civilization going on just outside ADI's gates. he may not know his roommate well yet, but back home, that was true 3 months ago for people he'd be willing to die for now. may as well start making friends.
thomas zooms off towards the freezer section, and steven can find him with his forehead leaned against the glass door, breath making a little fog cloud while he ogles at the stacks and stacks of ice cream cartons. holy shit, and he thought pizza in denver was a peak culinary experience. ]
I've been shucked and gone to heaven. [ he murmurs, wishing minho were here to see this (and pig out on it, like thomas is about to). yanking the door open, he stacks a few cartons in his arms, turning to address steven while trying to balance another on top. ] How many do you think you can hold?
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[He shakes his head, smiling.]
6 of the bigger ones, or we can get a cart?
[A cart might be helpful, actually.... But then again what can their freezer hold?]
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[ ignoring the corn part. it's the second time he's heard it, and he's no less annoyed by it now than then. which doesn't mean he's going to start saying fuck instead of shuck. thomas hasn't done any introspection about it, it's more a case of him being stubborn, but glader slang does make him feel connected to the friends (family) he left behind. it feels like loyalty, or tribute. or just missing home. ]
Much as I'd love eating a cart full of this stuff, but pretty sure it'd end in a lot of puking, so let's stick with what we can carry.
[ that decided, he unloads what's in his arms into Steven's hands and goes for the next few cartons. ] What flavor d'you want?
voice-to-text | un: cattywampus
that cat was my childhood hero
network; un @mkblackwood
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Oh, but do check in books and things, though. Especially if the name 'Leitner' comes up. Lots of weird books have his name in the front.
[He has no idea if that actually happens here or not, but like, better safe than sorry.]
un: max
unless someone is doing a good job of making the populace not talk about it.
do you think you have cursed objects? i assume it is ones that use supernatural powers of some kind.
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i bought the corn-bunny from the creepy knick knacks shop. no supernatural powers that i've noticed yet, unless bunny's doing weird stuff while i'm asleep. how do you tell if its cursed?
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[unless, paid actors?]
a little creepy to imagine. anyway, usually something horrible will happen if you are to use the cursed object. i know someone who opens up portals with a ring and going through it covers the person in spiders. i have something that starts fires whenever i use it.