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apocalypsehowcomm2022-10-11 07:57 pm
conning) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2022-10-11 07:57 pm
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Neal Caffrey || Log || September/October Catch-All
Who: Neal and OTA/some for existing CR
When: September/October Catch-All (with one backdated August thing)
Where: ALL OVER ZE PLACE
Summary: SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER CATCH-ALL. Neal being bovvered by the sleep stuff and rescuing people/needing rescue, Evil Twin TDM prompts, sleepwalking after his murdered adoptive aunt, painting at Bonnie's, a couple of SOL prompts, DEATH BREAAAD both lead-up and hypersensitivity, some talk about mental health.
Warnings: HORROR STUFF.... Awful deaths, possibly drowning, murder of loved ones, gun violence, suicidal ideation, some ableism might crop up in the mental health threads. Toplevels will be labeled with likely subjects.
Prompts TBA below as they're finished! Feel free to PM me or message me at researchboner on plurk for specific prompts or with questions.
When: September/October Catch-All (with one backdated August thing)
Where: ALL OVER ZE PLACE
Summary: SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER CATCH-ALL. Neal being bovvered by the sleep stuff and rescuing people/needing rescue, Evil Twin TDM prompts, sleepwalking after his murdered adoptive aunt, painting at Bonnie's, a couple of SOL prompts, DEATH BREAAAD both lead-up and hypersensitivity, some talk about mental health.
Warnings: HORROR STUFF.... Awful deaths, possibly drowning, murder of loved ones, gun violence, suicidal ideation, some ableism might crop up in the mental health threads. Toplevels will be labeled with likely subjects.
Prompts TBA below as they're finished! Feel free to PM me or message me at researchboner on plurk for specific prompts or with questions.
(October TDM prompt/OTA) - Already Ended
Neal is a nerd. Anyone who knows him for more than a day will discover this. So the whole concept of Deathbed Bread, morbid though it is and likely to go awry though it may be, delights his history nerd heart. It takes him a few tries to get a loaf of his own, but he manages pretty early on.
He's eating a piece of it happily, rambling about the history of the practice to Malcolm, when he turns the bread over to show him the epitaph... and it's his own. It's his own, and it's informing him of his impending death on October 20th.
The dream that night isn't surprising--he never sleeps well any more--but when he wakes up he has those marks on his arm. He tries to hide them, but he checks them with such frequent paranoia that it's not hard to catch him staring at them.
Seven days, six days, five days, four. Three days out, he starts going to the people he knows best and telling them all the things he's ever liked about them. Everything he can think of that he admires. Two days out, he doesn't show up at work, which is wildly unlike him. He's fastidious with his schedule. Instead, he's walking the streets of Gloucester, and he can be found at the bus station near the end of the day looking at tickets to New York City.
The day, though... the day... He goes out to blow his budget on a ingredients for a last meal. Part-way through his shopping list, his head starts to ache. The lights are so bright. They buzz so loudly.
God, why are all these people talking so much? Are they talking? Or is he hearing what's going on inside their heads? It feels like he can hear everything. Someone bumps against him and it feels like a blow, and he's so distracted by the colors on the shelves that he doesn't even register their face to be irritated.
This is it. This is it, isn't it, and he's not even around anyone he knows. Or if he is, he can't tell they're there.