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apocalypsehowcomm2023-03-08 09:47 pm
lowficharm) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2023-03-08 09:47 pm
[log] no matter what they tell you / the future's up for grabs, no
Who: Martin and you, possibly!
When: After his network post over the next day or two.
Where: The ADI apartments, the library, and the beach.
Summary: Jon has disappeared. Martin is not taking it well by any stretch of the word.
Warnings: Disassociation, codependency, depression, lots and lots of guilt, and maybe more as they come up.
i. [ADI apartments] nobody said the road was endless / nobody said the climb was friendless
[Jon is gone. Jon is not here and his phone is deactivated and Martin is running over every single detail of the day and the last time he saw him in his head. It was this morning, they were in bed, he's sure he saw him then and did he say I love you this morning? Did he forget? The mug Jon used for coffee is still in the sink, it can't have been that far, he can't have gone that far.
At first, he's just in the apartment after he makes the post, pacing around and looking for clues. He's checked every window for any kind of unknown entry, he's gone through every paper left behind on the small desk in their room, he's looked in every drawer for missing clothes or belongings or--
Even if you don't come calling to just check on him, he can be found around apartment block B, just... looking. It's uncanny how quiet he is in these moments, seeming to look at places on the floor, at windows, even in the stairwell, but he's in rapt attention until he's approached.]
Sorry, if-- don't mind me. Just looking for something, you can carry on, don't mean to block you--
[He almost sounds out of breath, for some reason. Strange.]
ii. [the library] but could we please pretend this won't end?
[He can't stay in the apartment for too long. Once he's searched ADI up and down, it's off to other places he thinks Jon might be. He's heard something's happening with the library recently- maybe Jon's investigating, it would be normal, it would be so normal to find him there and this could all be over so quickly.
In fact, as soon as he steps in, he hears him. It's faint, but the relief he feels is so sweet he almost feels like crying. Immediately he's almost running, eyes sharp and alert, towards his voice. But he doesn't see him still, even though it's most certainly Jon's voice, until he almost runs smack into the history section wall. This makes no sense. It's not right and it's not...
It's not real. It's not real, is it? Of course. How could he be so stupid.
So he sits. He sits in a nearby chair, closes his eyes, and tries to listen for anything he can. If you come in to approach, you may also be able to hear the voice of a man, sounding as if he's speaking through a tape recorder of some kind.]
These Entities will follow us anywhere we go, but we have to stop them, no matter what. We run on time that is not ours, to a place not our own, but we have to succeed or risk everything. There is no going back. There is no. Going. Back.
iii. [the beach] we'll cry later or cry now / you know it's heartbreak
[It's quiet here. He's sitting cross-legged in the sand as the sun sets, the movement of the waves creating a fine mist that extends up past where the waves reach. It's still winter-- still cold-- but he doesn't seem bothered, even if you might be able to see his breath as he exhales. His eyes aren't closed, but he's barely even blinking as he looks out into the expanse, sitting unnaturally still. It's almost as if he isn't even there, even with no one else around. A fitting place for him. A fitting end, perhaps.
But he doesn't seem to be dying, or leaving, just... existing. He won't say anything unless addressed, or you come and sit next to him in the silence, where eventually he'll break it.]
Do you need something? From me.
iv. [wildcard] we could dance our tears away, emancipate ourselves
[Want something else with Martin on this? Hit me up via DM, Discord, or Plurk at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
cancerously and we can get plotting!]
When: After his network post over the next day or two.
Where: The ADI apartments, the library, and the beach.
Summary: Jon has disappeared. Martin is not taking it well by any stretch of the word.
Warnings: Disassociation, codependency, depression, lots and lots of guilt, and maybe more as they come up.
i. [ADI apartments] nobody said the road was endless / nobody said the climb was friendless
[Jon is gone. Jon is not here and his phone is deactivated and Martin is running over every single detail of the day and the last time he saw him in his head. It was this morning, they were in bed, he's sure he saw him then and did he say I love you this morning? Did he forget? The mug Jon used for coffee is still in the sink, it can't have been that far, he can't have gone that far.
At first, he's just in the apartment after he makes the post, pacing around and looking for clues. He's checked every window for any kind of unknown entry, he's gone through every paper left behind on the small desk in their room, he's looked in every drawer for missing clothes or belongings or--
Even if you don't come calling to just check on him, he can be found around apartment block B, just... looking. It's uncanny how quiet he is in these moments, seeming to look at places on the floor, at windows, even in the stairwell, but he's in rapt attention until he's approached.]
Sorry, if-- don't mind me. Just looking for something, you can carry on, don't mean to block you--
[He almost sounds out of breath, for some reason. Strange.]
ii. [the library] but could we please pretend this won't end?
[He can't stay in the apartment for too long. Once he's searched ADI up and down, it's off to other places he thinks Jon might be. He's heard something's happening with the library recently- maybe Jon's investigating, it would be normal, it would be so normal to find him there and this could all be over so quickly.
In fact, as soon as he steps in, he hears him. It's faint, but the relief he feels is so sweet he almost feels like crying. Immediately he's almost running, eyes sharp and alert, towards his voice. But he doesn't see him still, even though it's most certainly Jon's voice, until he almost runs smack into the history section wall. This makes no sense. It's not right and it's not...
It's not real. It's not real, is it? Of course. How could he be so stupid.
So he sits. He sits in a nearby chair, closes his eyes, and tries to listen for anything he can. If you come in to approach, you may also be able to hear the voice of a man, sounding as if he's speaking through a tape recorder of some kind.]
These Entities will follow us anywhere we go, but we have to stop them, no matter what. We run on time that is not ours, to a place not our own, but we have to succeed or risk everything. There is no going back. There is no. Going. Back.
iii. [the beach] we'll cry later or cry now / you know it's heartbreak
[It's quiet here. He's sitting cross-legged in the sand as the sun sets, the movement of the waves creating a fine mist that extends up past where the waves reach. It's still winter-- still cold-- but he doesn't seem bothered, even if you might be able to see his breath as he exhales. His eyes aren't closed, but he's barely even blinking as he looks out into the expanse, sitting unnaturally still. It's almost as if he isn't even there, even with no one else around. A fitting place for him. A fitting end, perhaps.
But he doesn't seem to be dying, or leaving, just... existing. He won't say anything unless addressed, or you come and sit next to him in the silence, where eventually he'll break it.]
Do you need something? From me.
iv. [wildcard] we could dance our tears away, emancipate ourselves
[Want something else with Martin on this? Hit me up via DM, Discord, or Plurk at
no subject
So he lets her sit, tries to rally himself, even if she can likely see the puff of fog from his mouth when he speaks again.]
What has Jon told you? About him. Our-- my London.
no subject
[Jon is a stubborn bastard, especially when it comes to information. Every thing she got from him was like pulling teeth.]
He was frustratingly cryptic. But the entities were in your world. And that "knowing doesn't help." I gathered that he was researching them - probably trying to fight them - for some time before he arrived at this place.
And that he was an Avatar of the Beholding.
no subject
Jon and I met because we both worked for a place called The Magnus Institute. On the surface, it was a library and archive dedicated to the history of the supernatural. But... in practice, it was a temple to the Eye. Jon was named the Head Archivist after the previous one-- well, she died. Was killed. Not, uhm, not by Jon, but. I... was his assistant.
[It's almost strange to think about that now. It feels so, so long ago.]
We... we didn't know what we were getting into. None of us did. It was just supposed to be a job. But the more he figured out, the more Jon wanted to understand what was happening, and I... I would have done anything for him. So I helped.
no subject
Hmm. A librarian tracks.
[It explains the similar energy she got off Jon that in some ways reminded her of her sister. Only a socially reclusive nerd with a superiority complex could be that crabby. She lets him continue on, no sense interrupting now.]
no subject
The more we, er, investigated, the more we found out we were tied to the Institute, and the man who ran it, Elias Bouchard. He had pulled us in and we couldn't leave-- and if he died so did we. So... we carried on. Tried to help. Jon got-- kidnapped, accused of murder, and our colleagues...
[He swallows hard. Tim, Sasha... he failed them.]
They were consumed by it. Eventually disrupting a ritual went, went so wrong the only people left were consumed by other Entities. Jon was in a coma. I... was alone. I had been working to unseat Elias, but he put in a replacement that was rather... Lonely. So instead of letting anyone else take the fall, I went in. And of course, that's when Jon woke up and decided he cared for me.
[He's gonna glaze over the details of that year. It was... bad.]
I got cast into the Lonely. He... saved me. And we ran away together, and that was it. That was supposed to be it.
[Martin looks towards her, eyes heavy with the burden of what's about to come.]
Still, uhm... still with me?