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methuselah ([personal profile] singmod) wrote in [community profile] singillatim2024-06-05 12:00 am

seven devils all around you, seven devils in your house

JUNE 2024 EVENT


PART ONE — A SIGN OF THINGS TO COME: The Darkwalker claims another victim, and that is only the beginning of troubles for the Interlopers as they face a month of endless night and green gloom.

PART TWO — POLAR SUN: As June continues, Interlopers are faced with food insecurity as wildlife flees; tensions grow as they face hunger and the Darkwalker's continued influence. On the day of the Summer Solstice, the tension finally breaks and violent chaos descends upon Interlopers.

PART THREE — REPRIEVE: The end is in sight, and an ally comes to the Interloper’s aid.

A SIGN OF THINGS TO COME


WHEN: June 1st, then onwards.
WHERE: Milton area; Lakeside area (Carter Hydrodam).
CONTENT WARNINGS: death of playable character; supernatural death; mention of dead body; themes of death; supernatural beings; themes of terror; themes of peril.

The evening is quiet and still. May draws to a close and while the sun does not completely set, it dips low enough for the sky to grow a little darkdim with twilight. The midnight sun is almost upon the Northern Territories, the air is warmer than it has ever felt — even if it remains chilly. If this is summer, it is but a gentle brush of reprieve against the unyielding winter. The Interlopers wind down for the night, many turn to their beds to sleep, others sit awake and ponder their existence in this world. They think of home, of loved ones, of their predicament here in this place. The Forest Talkers, the strange beasts and monsters they’ve encountered.

The moon wanes in the skies, nestled amongst the stars. For those still awake to notice, they can see it: slowly, one by one, the stars begin to go out. Then the moon's light is swallowed whole, and a blanket of green gloom descends upon the Northern Territories.

The sky is dark and green and terrible. Many of those will recognise it, what this means and what will come. Others will not understand it, not know what it is that awaits them all.

They will soon find out: the Darkwalker comes.

Under a green sky, a cold fear washes over you — squeezing the breath from your lungs. Interlopers will find themselves overcome with that fear, and everything in their bodies and minds tells them to run. To flee. And so you run, heading for cover. Curtains will be drawn, some may hide under beds, within closets or wardrobes. Some desperately attempt to conceal themselves, make themselves small, unseen. Some Interlopers, in that fear, may rush to friends or loved ones to hide with them, others may simply cower alone — crawling and whimpering away from the night. The fear is irrational, unable to be overcome — even by the bravest or most stoic of Interlopers.

For those within Milton, it is further away but is by no means less potent: Interlopers will find themselves frozen with the constant loom of the Darkwalker’s arrival — even if it does not come to Milton. Those within Lakeside, however, will feel the true force of this presence: more like a knife edge — painfully gripping your heart as it draws close.

The Darkwalker howls: indescribable, unnatural, demonic. Low moans and groans. It comes from the east, the faint booms of footsteps in the distance growing ever nearer. It is coming, once more. It's coming for one of you. And still, you are powerless, unable to do anything. And it is an agony, awaiting its arrival. You cry, you whimper, you cower. Curling up for some shred of comfort, and finding none.

For those in Lakeside, through the fear, they may be able to note the path: a straight line from the east towards Carter Hydrodam. It seems to go on forever, building into a crescendo. Your heart beats so hard you fear it may burst from your chest, as if you might die of fright.

There is an almighty sound; the Darkwalker devours and even with the distance you can hear it. The sound of gnashing teeth, and… laughter. There is no scream, no bright light in the sky — Enola is silent this time. There is only that laughter, echoing off into the night.

The skies do not return to normal. The green gloom hangs in the air. It is done, but it is not yet over. While the overwhelming fear dissolves away, but a kind of… dread remains on the air — almost palpable.


The Darkwalker has devoured another. Braver souls who go out to investigate into Lakeside will find just who has been devoured once they reach the Hydrodam — although it may be a day or two before they will find the body in the medical bay.

At least it is cold enough that the rot does not fully set in — but death will certainly be here.

And this is but the beginning of the Interloper’s troubles.

POLAR SUN


WHEN: The month of June, up to Midsummer’s Eve + Summer Solstice.
WHERE: Milton area; Lakeside area.
CONTENT WARNINGS: themes of survival; food scarcity/food insecurity; supernatural weather; altered mental states; mental manipulation; themes of violence; potential character injury; potential character death; potential NPC death.

In the coming weeks and days, and weeks, the green gloom lingers. From the Darkwalker’s attack, there is no sun. No day, no night. No stars or moon or sun. No Auroras. Just the gloom and biting cold. Life becomes increasingly hard on Interlopers: higher expenditure on fuel — fires and lanterns are imperative to keep the darkness and the cold at bay.

With the green gloom in the air, the wildlife becomes more scarce — as if it has been frightened away into the deeper parts of the wilds. It will be harder to bring in fresh meat in both Milton and Lakeside, and Interlopers will find that they will have to rely on whatever stores they have — and perhaps even rationing for a while.

And it’s not the only thing frightened. Even with the debilitating fear that comes with the Darkwalker’s attack gone, there is still a kind of fear that lingers on the air that slowly eats away at the Interloper’s resolve over time.

Interlopers will find themselves anxious, on edge. Some will be prone to anger in their fear, others prone to fits of melancholy: tearfulness and sorrow. Between the cold, the lack of fresh game and the fear on the air — it’s no wonder spirits are low. Bickering and minor upsets between Interlopers are likely.

They call it the midnight sun, the polar day. It's opposite is the polar night. This is neither and both. On the day of midsummer's eve, that fear on the air is even more palpable. The air feels a little stifling at times, as if the pressure is all off — often quite oppressive, a strange kind of tension. There is something brewing, a low burning thing that begins from the moment Interlopers wake — heavy and sharp in their chest.

’So, Interloper. What will you do now?’ A voice sneers in your ear. The very same voice that has haunted Interlopers since the very beginning. The Darkwalker finally speaks after all these weeks of gloom since its most recent attack. ’When all is gone, when even the sun does not rise? What will you do then?’

A nervousness sits within you as you remember the Darkwalker’s words. What will you do if the sun does not rise? If the darkness is all that is left? If the food runs out? Your wonderings will continue to gnaw away within you. The darkness is hollowing.

’Will you lean on others, like you have always tried to do?’ the voice continues. ’What bonds you hold with them, the ones with those around you. But how strong are they, truly? Can you trust them? Will it matter when your belly is empty and your heart is low? Perhaps it is time to see.

’Never forget, Interloper. I am the Rot. And I will rot within you.’

As the day progresses into the Solstice, that tension lingers in the air, and the wonderings within you continue to wear at you. You find yourself becoming more and more agitated as time goes on. Those feelings that have been brewing for some time now have started to grow close to boiling. You may snap at others, grow restless, become enraged at the tiniest of things — the upsets wildly out of proportion for the smallest slights or issues.

You find your thoughts wandering, too. Perhaps it is to someone you know in this place, or perhaps it is to someone previously unknown to you. Maybe you have an issue with this person, or perhaps the voice’s influence extends further — not only adding to your agitations but creating them, too. A slight, a grudge, a bias.

You feel a bitter gnawing within you. The nightmarish green gloom above you persists and everything bubbles up from within. From the dark, the anger within you become too much. The tension finally snaps.

For some, it might come out as a vicious argument where you air your grievances, or finally let slip the things you’ve been holding close to your chest. A verbal beat down, incredibly hurtful in nature. For others, things may be drawn to getting physical. A literal beat down where your fists grow bruised and bloody, or perhaps even worse. Whatever it is, you want to do damage to someone else — there is darkness here, and so many things come out in the dark, don’t they?

Like a ripple, all around you: all hell breaks loose. Chaos erupts, and the air is filled with violence.

Let’s hope you might stop, or someone else stops you, before someone gets killed.
REPRIEVE


WHEN: Circa three days after the Summer Solstice.
WHERE: Milton.
CONTENT WARNINGS: blood.

All things must come to an end, even the most violent of deadly storms. In the midst of the seemingly endless violence of the night, you find yourself outside. Maybe you're fleeing from another Interloper, maybe you're desperately trying to reach someone you care for, maybe you're simply trying to find somewhere new to hide. Interlopers are hunting one another, blood lies on the snow, bodies too — some breathing, some not.

Perhaps it is a trick of the light. Perhaps it's the Darkwalker’s influence still warping your already frayed mind. Or it's the blood in your eyes, your battered and bruised body struggling to get through it all.

In the gloom, you see it. See her.

A woman, dressed in furs, stones and shells glimmering on her chest like armour, stands in the snow before you. Thin and pale, eyes sunken. Her chest heaves with each breath as she looks around with wide eyes. Her hands are bare and bloody. It drips slowly from her fingers. Is it her blood? Or someone else's? You cannot tell, but you cannot mistake how thick it coats her skin.

Her head turns to look at you. You are stunned, but not frightened. Even through the gloom, after a moment or two, her eyes widen in recognition: she knows you.

Slowly and silent, other than her noisy breathing, she draws close to you. Maybe in turn you draw close to her, closing the distance between you. Up close, her eyes are blue, and sad. You cannot mistake the sorrow in them. She is tired, weary. Her hair is dark, worn loose and long. For some, you feel as if you've seen her before, but you can't quite place her face.

Softly, she says your name.

For some, there may be no recognition. This woman is a stranger, who knows your name somehow. She has been silent the past couple of months, after all.

For others, hearing her speak brings a sudden, jarring realisation: this is Enola.

She’s here. Enola. All this time, she’s whispered to you in dreams, in static, in the very air itself.

She raises one hand, dark and dripping in the green light. Lightly, her fingers brush against your chest. You don’t feel the pressure of them, don’t feel the odd heat of blood — only the weight of her stare as she holds your gaze. It’s a long moment of peace in amongst the chaos.

You feel her exhaustion, a tiredness that sinks into your very bones. Apologies, too. You have never known anything like it. But there’s something else too, something that takes a moment or two to put your finger on. Defiance. A renewal. Something shifts in the air, a growing tension, different from the kind that’s been held on the air throughout the month. It’s the coming of a storm, the rolling clouds, the growing rumble of thunder before the first lightning strike.

Enola nods, her expression grave. She pulls away and turns from you — her head lifting towards the skies as she walks. Her arms raise, bloodied hands twisting and tensing before her. They curl, almost into fists, and she makes a gesture: the slow tearing of something huge and invisible before her — a shriek spilling from her lips. A battle-cry, a last stand, a wail of agony. It echoes.

The sky cracks and splits open before you, dazzling light and colours blinding your vision into pure white. The world tilts too hard below your feet, and you don’t remember passing out.

When you awaken, Enola is gone. The skies are clear and blue, the sun is high in the sky. As you pick yourself up from the snow, in the harsh light of the polar day, blood has never looked so red. The horrors of the night laid bare. Interlopers are dead, but the Darkwalker’s influence is gone. For now.

In the wake of Midsummer, all Interlopers can do is try reconcile. Bury the dead, rebuild, lick wounds. But that feeling in the air still remains — that different, new kind of tension that has come with Enola’s appearance. The first of the lightning bolts has struck, but more are coming.
FAQs

A SIGN OF THINGS TO COME


1. Alexander Hilbert has been devoured by the Darkwalker. His remains can be found in the Hydrodam. The following note has been left by Kates concerning his death: ‘Sveta gets possession of his research notes + blood samples + creepy lab journal because it's all in Russian, lmao.’

2. Information on the Darkwalker’s attack can be found here.

3. Usually, after the Darkwalker attacks, the sky would return to normal. This won’t happen. Instead, the usual atmospheric changes that occur during Darkwalker attacks will remain in place as June continues..


POLAR SUN


1. For an idea how the setting appears for June, it's like what you see in the game during the Escape The Darkwalker Challenge. Inside, there'll be a degree of green shades to rooms etc via what comes through windows but with it being lit up via fires and light sources, the gloom will be chased back.


2. Characters are free to use this event to kill NPC Interlopers. Methuselah and Young Bill are off the table, as are two marked NPC Interlopers. Please let Mods know if you intend on doing this for record keeping!

3. These acts of violence can be physical or verbal altercations, players are encouraged to work with the prompt however they'd like! However, anything potentially world-altering (ie. building destruction) must be first discussed with mods.

4. Interlopers under the Darkwalker's influence can be stopped in a number of ways. Showing genuine care and compassion in the face of violence is one way. Knocking an Interloper out is another way. Sometimes killing an Interloper may be needed, or simply restraining them and keeping them locked up somewhere so they can't hurt anyone else until the night is over would also work.

5. Talismans made by Heartman back in March with a Ward Sigil against the Darkwalker will come into effect during this prompt. It's been an ongoing process, with new Interlopers being offered them from their arrival. Players are free to choose what kind of talisman they received, or if they chose to get one at all. Their effectiveness is dependent on the type of blood used on the talisman.

Animal Blood: Interlopers carrying talismans using blood from animals found in the world, such as deer, rabbits or wolves will find themselves more susceptible to the Darkwalker’s influence and disposition towards violence. They will be much harder to break out of the hold over them, and become almost frenzied state.
Monster Blood: Interlopers carrying talismans using blood from any creatures or monsters that Interlopers have encountered in their time in the Northern Territories, such as the Serpent from December’s TDM will find there are no negative nor positive effects. The talisman is essentially useless. and Interlopers will fall under the Darkwalker's influence.
Interloper Blood: Interlopers carrying talismans using blood for Interlopers will be offered protection/resistance from the Darkwalker’s influence and disposition towards violence. They may be slightly affected but will have their wits about them more compared to others. If the blood came from an Interloper with an Aurora Feat — this protection/resistance will be largely increased, an the Interloper may even feel braver, less affected by the fear in the atmosphere.
No Talisman: Similar to the Monster Blood Talisman, Interlopers will be affected typically by the Darkwalker's influence in due course.

There are no additional affects with an Interloper using their own blood, just if they have an Aurora Feat or not.

6. Animals owned by Interlopers will be more frightened and will want to hide away in the build up — they will be disturbed by the world. Mostly lying down and whining/restlessness. They may display some signs of aggression on occasion, but not to the same degree of humans.

7. Forest Talkers are hidden away and will not be able to be reached during the Solstice.

REPRIEVE


1. Enola can only be met alone, but she will appear to all Interlopers in Milton.

2. Enola will be nowhere to be found afterwards, there are no tracks to be followed. She has simply vanished.
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[personal profile] desperate_times_right 2024-08-05 10:21 am (UTC)(link)
The offer hits her like a punch in the gut. After all the talk about starving the runners, and being turned away from the hall at gunpoint; after describing how he himself had suffered while starving, he's still offering some of what he has to her.

“Are you sure?”
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[personal profile] desperate_times_right 2024-08-05 10:35 am (UTC)(link)
Chloe scowls. “I don't know.”

It's stupid, and Jopson is stupid too, wishing her well after all of that.

“Shouldn’t he want his pointless trial, like everyone else?”

Or at least want his friends to beat her or something since that's apparently how these guys solve problems.

Chloe moves on to another board.

“Maybe you don't get it because you were trying to protect people.”
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[personal profile] m1895 2024-08-05 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Grieving. It's a strange thing to think about, a possibility he hadn't considered, the idea of an animal, a dog, experiencing a complex emotion he knows so intimately—grieving his parents, his friends, the world he knew. Himself, maybe.

He wouldn't love anyone again, if Kostya died. He knows with certainty that nobody would ever be able to live up to him.

It also makes the situation feel rather hopeless, even if it reflects well upon the dog's character. He can't become the master Mukhtar has remained loyal to.

Waiting is hard, but at least he's patient. He wouldn't have succeeded as an interrogator, and in the party hierarchy, if he wasn't. ]


How do I make him my friend?
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[personal profile] webshootings 2024-08-05 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not. It definitely took time.

[ And a spider bite but that would be a little too much to explain right now. ]

I had to keep at it but it was a pretty good thing to learn. Comes in handy in a lot of situations. Obviously.
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[personal profile] reneger 2024-08-05 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
I'd just hate to see him freeze to death.

( there's a shit in his tone, from vaguely annoyed to amused. because he doesn't owe march jack shit, but he can make his own fun. now that he's not knocked over anymore, jason kneels on the snow close to march, and - shoves his good arm under his shoulders, holding most of his weight with that one while the other curls under his knees so jason can pick him up and out of the snow.

into a nice princess carry pressed close to his chest while sleeping beauty rests off the knee he took to his jaw. )
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[personal profile] questioningmermaids 2024-08-05 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ March's eyebrows climb ]

Sounds like you're the one with the crush now.
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[personal profile] salamanca 2024-08-05 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"It really pains you? To see me like this?" Lalo sounds like he's thinking it over. Like he's trying to understand something, but he isn't sure what it is he's curious about. "Even though you're hurt yourself...?"

The mug, at least, feels nice in his grip. The ceramic is pleasantly warm against his cold hands. The tea is soothing, going down his aching throat.
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[personal profile] lieutenantsteward 2024-08-06 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
[He puts a hand on her shoulder.]

We are allowed to be upset with our friends. In fact, it's encouraged when they do something reckless.

But they know where we stand. They know we will always be there for them.
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[personal profile] meadqueen 2024-08-06 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course. You're my friend, and no one wants to see a friend in discomfort." Not to mention seeing such an energetic person laid so low. "Did it pain you to witness my injury?"

Likely not during the fight - the rush of battle is a heady thing - but he had stayed after her surgery until she'd awakened again.
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[personal profile] desperate_times_right 2024-08-06 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
Don’t get it twisted. She’s cute but her taste sucks.
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[personal profile] salamanca 2024-08-06 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
Lalo coughs. He feels suddenly warm; his ears feel especially hot. He thinks he must be going into a hot flash from his fever. Or maybe it's the tea. He looks down at the mug in his hands, watching the coils of steam float up from the pale brown liquid inside it into the air.

"I think I need to get some sleep," he says.
Edited 2024-08-06 06:49 (UTC)
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[personal profile] bigbaddy 2024-08-06 09:55 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm thousands of years old. You're definitely a kid to me."

Sorry to say, Levi. But at least it means that pretty much everyone here is a kid to Bigby, relatively speaking.. But Levi's attitude definitely makes him even more of a kid to him.

So he reaches out, and.. he actually lightly ruffles Levi's hair. It's not something Bigby does most of the time, but there's something kind of affectionate about it.

"But.. sure. If you ever wanna learn something that you think I could teach you, just come to me. I have way too much time on my hands right now."
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[personal profile] solitarysoul 2024-08-06 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Well...he can't argue with that. Even if Bigby being that old opened up a lot of questions.

When the (much) older man reaches out to ruffle his hair he stiffens and flinches away. He looks kind of embarrassed about it, though. "I, uh, s-sorry. I'm, um, I'm not used to being touched."

It had always been painful since his mother died...though a few people here had tried to touch him without malice. He'd probably take awhile to get used to it.
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[personal profile] meadqueen 2024-08-06 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Randvi nods. He really does sound awful.

“Rest. Would you like me to take that for you?”
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[personal profile] burying 2024-08-06 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
... yet. [ Too dazed to really understand what happened yet. Kieren nods quietly to himself. ] They're gonna work it out eventually, though.

[ He's not scared, just— resigned. ]

... I did something really shit, Chloe. And people'll come for me eventually.
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[personal profile] thedreamer 2024-08-07 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
That's been the way of it, yes. We're taken from all over — different places and times — trapped here. We've had things done to us, ourselves...changed, or...at least I've been. I don't know exactly when or how, but I'll sort it out, I will. It might take me a bit of time.

[ It may sound like a statement not grounded in reality whatsoever — delusional or overly confident — but he's the sort to say he has a plan and figure it out along the way. He can't be idle. ]

It's what I do.
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[personal profile] desperate_times_right 2024-08-07 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
You're not the only one.

[It hadn't been so violent, but Chloe had eaten meat from a similar source during those dark days. She’d stabbed one of the sailors! And that's not even getting into the stuff she did with Lestat.]

I know normal you wouldn't want to.
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[personal profile] flanerie 2024-08-07 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
Lestat has no idea what a 'UV lamp' is, but as it has to do with agriculture he doesn't care to ask. It's one of those necessary organs of society he prefers at some distance from himself.

"You're...taking up farming?" He would have assumed the same about Chloe, and she might still prove him correct. She found the seeds. She might not want to have anything to do with them but eating their fruits.
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[personal profile] desperate_times_right 2024-08-07 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
Look, sometimes getting your hands dirty is the only way to guarantee that you'll get what you need.

“Not if we don't get some bloody sun first.”
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[personal profile] notarat 2024-08-07 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Billy slowly nods. It's not like it's the world's easiest decision to him. After all, he has technically withheld food from others back home due to everything they took along with them when they split off from the main group. He wasn't really thinking of the people he left behind.

His desperation to live isn't really different from back then. But maybe he's a little bit more eager to not live alone, now he's got a taste of what it can be like when he lets others in just a little bit.

"I don't imagine one meal will make the difference between life or death for me at this point." His nerves tell him something else.

Billy also knows at this point that his nerves are not always right.

"Besides-- Cornelius is out." And the town is violent. No one has yet broken into the house, but what if they do? What if Rorschach gets any funny ideas?

There's a bit of shyness about him as he admits: "I would.. prefer to not be alone right now, if you do not mind."
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[personal profile] notarat 2024-08-07 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)
I imagine you must have some sort of talent for it though. .. or the right physical build.

[ Granted, it's not like Peter is the most buff guy around.

But anyone looks more buff standing next to Billy, who is so tall and thin that he kind of looks like if a skeleton made a wish to become a real boy. It makes his implication pretty clear - he doesn't think it's in the cards for absolutely anyone, and especially not for Billy himself. ]
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[personal profile] webshootings 2024-08-07 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Can I help?

[ He's not exactly sure how he can help but he wants to do something to get them ahead of things. He feels like he's on the defensive, just reaction and he'd like to do change that up.

Even if he's not sure how he can do that. But, the Doctor seems to feel he can do it. ]


I'd like to help. This place makes me feel off balance and I hate that.
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[personal profile] questioningmermaids 2024-08-07 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Her taste can't suck, she digs me.
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[personal profile] sputnik 2024-08-08 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ He smiles, but more empathetically than anything that's truly amused — to see Vasiliy down and out for the count is rare. Or maybe it's more rare that he'd voice such a thing aloud, but Konstantin's glad he does. Glad he lets him help.

He nods again, quick and attentive, and hurries over to the sink, the cabinets, finding a large washcloth that he wets thoroughly before wringing out so it isn't sopping.

When he returns to the other man, he holds it out for him — then pauses, brow furrowing again. He doesn't want to insult Vasiliy's strength, or pride, and it's not the type of thing that even good friends might do (something hitches in his chest, an odd tightness of breath) but...
]

Can I do it for you? I promise I'm not trying to treat you like an infant. [ He chuckles, soft and deep in his throat. ] But to help you save your energy. I know, I know, this old man is fretting too hard. It's probably embarrassing.
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[personal profile] desperate_times_right 2024-08-08 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
Ah. Okay, that’s something that Chloe can understand well enough, especially with how crazy things are getting.

“Yeah, okay. Let's have a snack and talk about something fun.”