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apocalypsehowcomm2022-06-04 12:11 pm
cuttypie) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2022-06-04 12:11 pm
[Open] And I saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills - Log
Who: Luka Kovač and you!
When: June
Where: Wolf Pen still
Summary: Player plot begin, gets aligned to the Stranger
Warnings: Addiction and related themes, blood, injections, body horror, blood-borne/sexually transmitted illness, body dysmorphia, panic attacks and visceral descriptions of them, medical themes, terminology, injections, and procedures, PTSD, trauma, potential talk of war, violence, family/child death, self harm references, suicidal ideation
[Note: This begins the following player plot where Luka and Ade have been trying to use Ade's blood for healing secretly. Luka will swear anyone to secrecy if they discover what they're doing here because they can't let ADI find out. Luka will be getting 2 new powers and you can opt in here.]
a. Can I sail through the changin' ocean tides? - OTA
Their plans had been working.
It was such a good plan, wasn't it? A way to get back at the Entities, to finally have some agency, to be able to use this fear against them. Sedate a patient while giving them a dose of Ade's blood with c'nataat to heal them, taking on a dose himself and the fear for himself when Ade donates to 'pay' the price of fear for the Entities. Trying to hide it, trying not to make too big of a fuss because he knows ADI would not be happy with this. And for a little, while, it was going great. Nobody knew what they were doing, and it was helping people.
Until it stopped working. Until they found out they needed more fear for more healing, which meant more fear for him.
But it's fine. He can deal with the fallout, he can deal with the fear--he's felt plenty of fear before, been through horrific things, and this--this isn't anywhere near with what he's already experienced. But he has a funny feeling the Entities might take issue with that.
So there are more doses. The mutations get worse, but it's temporary so it's fine. He can deal with the fear.
It's a different kind of fear than what he's used to, though. He's used to threats against his person, against people around him, death and destruction and injury. This wasn't like that, though. This is something on a different level. The awareness that there's an alien lifeform in him shouldn't bother him that much, because he understand what's going on scientifically--it's no different from a unique treatment. But it does. It feels like it's changing him in a terrible way, in a way that takes away his humanity and won't give it back.
What it looks like isn't helping, either. He'd undone his shirt when small dots of bio-luminescence became visible underneath. The skin on his chest was a different...texture, almost as if it was fading away in spots, until, horrifically but also fascinatingly, he could start to...see things. Like it was becoming transparent, the organs underneath toiling away, bright spots of luminescence trailing up on each side. It was actually really cool if it wasn't so scary.
He's had a lot of doses today. He really should just stay in the room for the day, and pretend he's sick. He's not sure how long the mutations will last--it shouldn't be too long, the first time it was only for a few minutes, but he knows the longer this lasts, the more doses he takes, it'll fuel the fear price and then he won't have to worry about this until next month.
Except he forgot to grab enough food to last for the day so he's just going to sneak downstairs to run to the nearest convenience store. The mutations aren't visible under the long jacket, and he's wearing sunglasses. A little warm for the weather, but these were the mountains, after all. Surely it's fine?
b. But time makes you bolder - OTA
It's funny how much you plan things and yet they still go so terribly wrong.
He knows he ought to be used to that by now, as an ER doctor. But still, after all the hard work he'd put in, he thought that maybe, maybe this was the once chance they could stick it to the Entities, that they could finally have a little good in a world where there were things trying to actively snuff it out.
Maybe that's what happened here. Maybe one of them noticed.
He didn't have time to give the sedative to the patient and they would have to suffer the effects of a c'nataat dose. As much as he hated to do it, it was a small price to pay. Except the patient seemed...fine. They didn't react, recoil in horror, except--Luka did. It was like getting hit with a hammer made out of fear chemicals, his adrenaline shot up, and that same sensation he gets when he pays the price for the doses echoes in his head like he's been thoroughly replaced by an alien. It's so sudden and so ridiculous he doesn't know what to do for a moment except sit there and take it, trying to breathe through the horror until it fades.
...what was that?
Until it happens again. And then again, in a completely different situation--where he realized that what was happening was completely artificial. It was simple--the patient was terrified of doctors to the point that their blood pressure was always high whenever they needed to see one, except that around him, they were calm. The patient seemed pleased, because this had never happened before but there was a brief moment, when Luka had gone to grab something out of a cabinet, they screamed and said they saw a ghost. And that it was right where he'd been, and they'd ran away--and the same time, fear was pressing down on him in a strange way--adrenaline spiking, anxiety, as if he was terrified about what he would say about their condition. For a moment he wondered if maybe the mutations had come back, somehow, on their own--but he hadn't been on any doses in awhile and still looked perfectly human. Didn't he?
It was maddening. Madness. What was going on? The only thing he could do was to test it out, see if the conditions were repeatable.
He's out on the town, stuffing his hands in his pockets. How the hell was he going to figure this out? Was it based on fear? If he found someone that was afraid, would he take their fear on, or something? Why was this happening?
...he can only hope that this all hadn't caught up to them. That the Entities hadn't finally taken notice.
He's pretty sure they've taken notice.
c. - For Addie
He's running the medical station today and everything is fine.
He's fine, patients are fine, weather's fine.
It's not like everything is starting to catch up to him and become a disaster in any way, shape or form. But he can't worry about these things, because despite the complications, it's still working. The c'nataat dosing is still working, along with the sedation to avoid them from taking on the fear, and what's so bad about him taking on the fear, anyway? That's what he's been doing all along, paying the price so that they don't have to? So really.
It's fine.
He's set up a small curtain in the back of the table and he doesn't dare offer any doses if anyone from ADI is around. There's an older man sitting in the chair by the curtain, and Luka is quietly consulting with them. It's someone with an awful cough and Luka sounds kind, compassionate.
"Your cough isn't going to get any better. And even without extensive testing I can tell you that your prognosis is very poor. Life-threateningly so. We have a treatment that can help you, and it's a fairly simple one. I'll give you something to calm you and make you sleep for a few minutes, and it's a one-time injection. It's, admittedly, fairly experimental but I can assure you it's very effective."
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When: June
Where: Wolf Pen still
Summary: Player plot begin, gets aligned to the Stranger
Warnings: Addiction and related themes, blood, injections, body horror, blood-borne/sexually transmitted illness, body dysmorphia, panic attacks and visceral descriptions of them, medical themes, terminology, injections, and procedures, PTSD, trauma, potential talk of war, violence, family/child death, self harm references, suicidal ideation
[Note: This begins the following player plot where Luka and Ade have been trying to use Ade's blood for healing secretly. Luka will swear anyone to secrecy if they discover what they're doing here because they can't let ADI find out. Luka will be getting 2 new powers and you can opt in here.]
a. Can I sail through the changin' ocean tides? - OTA
Their plans had been working.
It was such a good plan, wasn't it? A way to get back at the Entities, to finally have some agency, to be able to use this fear against them. Sedate a patient while giving them a dose of Ade's blood with c'nataat to heal them, taking on a dose himself and the fear for himself when Ade donates to 'pay' the price of fear for the Entities. Trying to hide it, trying not to make too big of a fuss because he knows ADI would not be happy with this. And for a little, while, it was going great. Nobody knew what they were doing, and it was helping people.
Until it stopped working. Until they found out they needed more fear for more healing, which meant more fear for him.
But it's fine. He can deal with the fallout, he can deal with the fear--he's felt plenty of fear before, been through horrific things, and this--this isn't anywhere near with what he's already experienced. But he has a funny feeling the Entities might take issue with that.
So there are more doses. The mutations get worse, but it's temporary so it's fine. He can deal with the fear.
It's a different kind of fear than what he's used to, though. He's used to threats against his person, against people around him, death and destruction and injury. This wasn't like that, though. This is something on a different level. The awareness that there's an alien lifeform in him shouldn't bother him that much, because he understand what's going on scientifically--it's no different from a unique treatment. But it does. It feels like it's changing him in a terrible way, in a way that takes away his humanity and won't give it back.
What it looks like isn't helping, either. He'd undone his shirt when small dots of bio-luminescence became visible underneath. The skin on his chest was a different...texture, almost as if it was fading away in spots, until, horrifically but also fascinatingly, he could start to...see things. Like it was becoming transparent, the organs underneath toiling away, bright spots of luminescence trailing up on each side. It was actually really cool if it wasn't so scary.
He's had a lot of doses today. He really should just stay in the room for the day, and pretend he's sick. He's not sure how long the mutations will last--it shouldn't be too long, the first time it was only for a few minutes, but he knows the longer this lasts, the more doses he takes, it'll fuel the fear price and then he won't have to worry about this until next month.
Except he forgot to grab enough food to last for the day so he's just going to sneak downstairs to run to the nearest convenience store. The mutations aren't visible under the long jacket, and he's wearing sunglasses. A little warm for the weather, but these were the mountains, after all. Surely it's fine?
b. But time makes you bolder - OTA
It's funny how much you plan things and yet they still go so terribly wrong.
He knows he ought to be used to that by now, as an ER doctor. But still, after all the hard work he'd put in, he thought that maybe, maybe this was the once chance they could stick it to the Entities, that they could finally have a little good in a world where there were things trying to actively snuff it out.
Maybe that's what happened here. Maybe one of them noticed.
He didn't have time to give the sedative to the patient and they would have to suffer the effects of a c'nataat dose. As much as he hated to do it, it was a small price to pay. Except the patient seemed...fine. They didn't react, recoil in horror, except--Luka did. It was like getting hit with a hammer made out of fear chemicals, his adrenaline shot up, and that same sensation he gets when he pays the price for the doses echoes in his head like he's been thoroughly replaced by an alien. It's so sudden and so ridiculous he doesn't know what to do for a moment except sit there and take it, trying to breathe through the horror until it fades.
...what was that?
Until it happens again. And then again, in a completely different situation--where he realized that what was happening was completely artificial. It was simple--the patient was terrified of doctors to the point that their blood pressure was always high whenever they needed to see one, except that around him, they were calm. The patient seemed pleased, because this had never happened before but there was a brief moment, when Luka had gone to grab something out of a cabinet, they screamed and said they saw a ghost. And that it was right where he'd been, and they'd ran away--and the same time, fear was pressing down on him in a strange way--adrenaline spiking, anxiety, as if he was terrified about what he would say about their condition. For a moment he wondered if maybe the mutations had come back, somehow, on their own--but he hadn't been on any doses in awhile and still looked perfectly human. Didn't he?
It was maddening. Madness. What was going on? The only thing he could do was to test it out, see if the conditions were repeatable.
He's out on the town, stuffing his hands in his pockets. How the hell was he going to figure this out? Was it based on fear? If he found someone that was afraid, would he take their fear on, or something? Why was this happening?
...he can only hope that this all hadn't caught up to them. That the Entities hadn't finally taken notice.
He's pretty sure they've taken notice.
c. - For Addie
He's running the medical station today and everything is fine.
He's fine, patients are fine, weather's fine.
It's not like everything is starting to catch up to him and become a disaster in any way, shape or form. But he can't worry about these things, because despite the complications, it's still working. The c'nataat dosing is still working, along with the sedation to avoid them from taking on the fear, and what's so bad about him taking on the fear, anyway? That's what he's been doing all along, paying the price so that they don't have to? So really.
It's fine.
He's set up a small curtain in the back of the table and he doesn't dare offer any doses if anyone from ADI is around. There's an older man sitting in the chair by the curtain, and Luka is quietly consulting with them. It's someone with an awful cough and Luka sounds kind, compassionate.
"Your cough isn't going to get any better. And even without extensive testing I can tell you that your prognosis is very poor. Life-threateningly so. We have a treatment that can help you, and it's a fairly simple one. I'll give you something to calm you and make you sleep for a few minutes, and it's a one-time injection. It's, admittedly, fairly experimental but I can assure you it's very effective."
d. - Wildcard - Want a scenario not listed here or anything specific? Anything goes! Hit me up at
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Or is he? It's so hard to keep track of all the things that wear him down right now. There's hardly any time worrying about ADI when he's already trying to come up with ways how he can keep Luka out of trouble, how he can make sure this gets fixed...
"I'm worried about you. About what this is doing to you."
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This is such a mess, he thinks, rubbing the side of his face and feeling like the world was unraveling around him again.
I'm worried about you. About what this is doing to you.
"I'll be all right." He doesn't know if he wants to smile or push him away, but the fact that he cares and hasn't given up on him is almost too much. "I've been through much worse."
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"What does that even mean? It doesn't matter? Nothing matters? You'll just keep pushing and I have to keep pulling your chestnuts out of the fire?"
He rubs his face again.
"Do you have any idea how insulting that is, Luka?"
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This is going all wrong, he's saying the wrong thing, isn't he?
"I mean I don't want you to worry about me."
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He throws his hand up, frustrated.
"I worry! I care! And I don't know what it is that makes you think I shouldn't, maybe you think it doesn't matter? Maybe you don't want it? I don't know. But I'm sick of you ignoring that it's there. I can't--"
His voice falters when something painful wells up inside him, a feeling past anger.
A hut full of dead bodies, a smell that has etched itself into the deepest parts of his memory. A body wrecked by fever into a fragility that makes him worry he might break him if he's not careful. Darkness and stones that hit his shoulder, his head, his leg. Delirious insults and stabbed hands, angry eyes under blinding lights that don't recognize him.
A hand on his neck, a kiss on his cheek.
"I can't have you ignoring that it's there."
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Luka stares, for a moment it's like he's seeing Carter for the first time, really seeing, finally understanding where the anger was coming from, where all of it was coming from.
He didn't realize...
Carter, there through the fever and the delirium, the first thing he saw in a haze of sickness and weakness, hushed voices telling him what Carter did, how far he'd gone to save him, Carter again against the lights, pulling him out of a fugue of fear and confusion, of darkness and pain...
Carter now, trying desperately to save him. From the Entities.
From himself.
And he's here. Now.
He's always here.
He moves over, carefully, so shy, his head ducked and wishing he could crawl into a hole in the floor but he walks over anyway.
"I don't want you to worry because I know what it did to you last time, how dangerous it was for you to try and find me..."
He doesn't know what to say, how to articulate his thoughts, how to find the words.
"I don't want you to get hurt because of me. I don't deserve..."
Your care? Your kindness? Your friendship?
Why was he pushing him away? Was he afraid?
He finally looks up at him, and puts a hand against his arm.
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"I can't do that."
Maybe this was a mistake. They shouldn't be having this conversation.
Not after Luka's confessions that have him so angry. Not after almost dying himself which still has him on edge. He should know better, should know all that adrenaline for what it is and what it does.
And then Luka touches his arm and that same feeling wells up again, more sharply this time, making him almost crumble right then and there.
"It's a little late for that."
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All of it, from being in another world, one with magic and aliens and impossible, terrifying things, to all the supernatural things he's experienced, to his mind being twisted against his will, being made to do things--vines, wrapped around him, making him say things, his body betraying him and changing, seeing his own damn heart beat inside his chest, to now whatever was happening with his appearance and it's all just too much but the one person who's been there, all this time, who's saved him time and time again and refuses to leave, is Carter.
He didn't leave.
Abby left.
Abby left though it was his fault and well-deserved and he was drunk and stupid and said horrible things. He might not be drunk now but he's still saying horrible things, doing horrible things and Carter, stubborn as he is, refuses to give up on him.
He doesn't know what to do with this, what to say, how to feel. He just knows that he does.
So much.
He brings his hand up against his neck, holding on tightly.
He's sorry.
He's so sorry.
"I don't deserve you."
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All the bottled up fear and trauma of the past months, it suddenly threatens to rise up, a tsunami wave that is going to pull them both under. And there is Luka who feels like he is slipping away from him even now and that's terrifying. He's terrified.
Carter wraps his arms around him, holding on tight, hating how lost and helpless he feels. Hating that tone in Luka's voice and the very words, those awful, familiar words.
I don't deserve you.
No.
Not this.
He shakes his head, slowly at first, then stronger.
He knows this. So well. He's heard it so many times, fought against this so many times. Argued, yelled, screamed, trying to make himself heard, to make himself believed.
"Don't. Don't, don't say that, don't do that."
His parents, Benton, Abby. And now it's happening again and he feels like he's going crazy. Is it him? Is he speaking another language? What is he doing wrong?
"Don't push me away, don't make me do this alone. You can't. Not here, not in this place. Okay? You can't."
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Carter's voice, the way he shakes his head, the panic under his tone, the fear, it goes right to his heart and he knows that he's lost. Maybe he had a chance at pushing him away before, keeping him at arm's length but it's impossible now. There's no way he can, there's no way he can undo any of this, any of his feelings. There's a flare of protectiveness that he doesn't know what to do with, like he would fight the entire world just to keep Carter safe, just to keep him from feeling this way.
"I won't."
He puts a hand against his face, staring at him, fighting past all of his own insecurities, his fears, his pain.
He can't, not after what Carter did for him.
He's terrified, but that's what he does, take other people's fear. He can take Carter's away in a different way, one that has nothing to do with magic.
Right now it's just the both of them against the rest of this horrible world and for a moment that's terrifying and for a moment it's amazing.
Because he's not alone, either.
He's not and it shatters the rest of his heart that's already been struck.
He wasn't alone in Africa and he's not alone here, either. And that's everything.
"I won't leave you alone."
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It's all he can get out because there is too much he'd have to say, to explain. It's a little shaky and he's afraid he might start to cry. His hand comes up, fingers digging into Luka's sleeve, holding on.
"Yeah."
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"I promise."
He leans down and presses a kiss to his forehead.