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singillatim2025-08-13 10:48 am
friendsfordinner) wrote in singillatim2025-08-13 10:48 am
open / radio killed the penmanship star
Who: Cornelius Hickey & OPEN
What: futzing with the radio, dog times, hot springs
When: throughout the month of August
Where: Milton
Content Warnings: nudity in the hot springs, will add as needed
morse code / ota
Hickey occasionally is smart. He doesn't exactly know what Morse code is, but he knows that this radio Marra gave him can only send dots and dashes. Obviously there must be some kind of language or code used, simply because it would be remarkably useless to communicate with otherwise. So, might as well do some poking around, see if there's anything useful or any code books in any outposts—Lakeside has the hydrodam, that might be useful. It takes him a while but he finds what he's looking for: a basic guide to Morse code.
Anybody who's got one of the shortwave radios that Marra gave out will soon hear a message repeated, a few times a night, as Hickey tries out his new toy (and also, more importantly, just tries to get more fluent in Morse code):
THIS IS HICKEY. CAN YOU HEAR ME?
wolf mode / ota
Every now and then, Hickey just has to cut loose and enjoy some time as a wolf. It's easier, after all. He likes Billy, he likes his human friends, and honestly it's gotten so much easier here now that certain people have died and/or vanished. But every now and then, when he's focused too much on Morse code or worried about their provisions for the winter or stuck on some boring human concern, he just takes a moment to forget all that.
Sometimes he hunts. Hickey as a wolf is small, with reddish gray fur, and a wirey build. Anybody in the wolf pack is invited—hell, there are times when Hickey goes up to his mates directly and just bluntly asks if they want to hunt this evening. There are times when Hickey can be found out in the woods, squirrel in his mouth, looking up at anybody with a 'what are you going to do about it?' sort of expression. And there are times, few and far between, when Hickey just plays. He romps in the snow, digging down with his paws, shoving his snout in before leaping and bouncing all over the place.
hot springs / ota
Hickey doesn't usually take clothes along when he's in wolf mode. He's destroyed a few too many shirts via shifting and honestly, it's a pain in the ass to get dressed in the cold. He'll go out in the afternoon then come back home at night, happy and tired, slipping through the town when most people are asleep and nobody can bother him (and, just as importantly, he can shift back into a person close to home).
So that means when Hickey decides to take a break from being a wolf and just soak in the hot springs for a moment or two, he does it buckass naked. Dick out, limbs sprawled, just absolutely enjoying his moment of relaxation.
Sorry anybody who's coming into the hot springs and who wants to relax themselves, there's a naked man lying next to the hot springs, feet in the water, back resting on one of the rocks slightly warmed by the temperature, sunning himself like a lizard. Hickey does not want to move right now.
What: futzing with the radio, dog times, hot springs
When: throughout the month of August
Where: Milton
Content Warnings: nudity in the hot springs, will add as needed
morse code / ota
Hickey occasionally is smart. He doesn't exactly know what Morse code is, but he knows that this radio Marra gave him can only send dots and dashes. Obviously there must be some kind of language or code used, simply because it would be remarkably useless to communicate with otherwise. So, might as well do some poking around, see if there's anything useful or any code books in any outposts—Lakeside has the hydrodam, that might be useful. It takes him a while but he finds what he's looking for: a basic guide to Morse code.
Anybody who's got one of the shortwave radios that Marra gave out will soon hear a message repeated, a few times a night, as Hickey tries out his new toy (and also, more importantly, just tries to get more fluent in Morse code):
THIS IS HICKEY. CAN YOU HEAR ME?
wolf mode / ota
Every now and then, Hickey just has to cut loose and enjoy some time as a wolf. It's easier, after all. He likes Billy, he likes his human friends, and honestly it's gotten so much easier here now that certain people have died and/or vanished. But every now and then, when he's focused too much on Morse code or worried about their provisions for the winter or stuck on some boring human concern, he just takes a moment to forget all that.
Sometimes he hunts. Hickey as a wolf is small, with reddish gray fur, and a wirey build. Anybody in the wolf pack is invited—hell, there are times when Hickey goes up to his mates directly and just bluntly asks if they want to hunt this evening. There are times when Hickey can be found out in the woods, squirrel in his mouth, looking up at anybody with a 'what are you going to do about it?' sort of expression. And there are times, few and far between, when Hickey just plays. He romps in the snow, digging down with his paws, shoving his snout in before leaping and bouncing all over the place.
hot springs / ota
Hickey doesn't usually take clothes along when he's in wolf mode. He's destroyed a few too many shirts via shifting and honestly, it's a pain in the ass to get dressed in the cold. He'll go out in the afternoon then come back home at night, happy and tired, slipping through the town when most people are asleep and nobody can bother him (and, just as importantly, he can shift back into a person close to home).
So that means when Hickey decides to take a break from being a wolf and just soak in the hot springs for a moment or two, he does it buckass naked. Dick out, limbs sprawled, just absolutely enjoying his moment of relaxation.
Sorry anybody who's coming into the hot springs and who wants to relax themselves, there's a naked man lying next to the hot springs, feet in the water, back resting on one of the rocks slightly warmed by the temperature, sunning himself like a lizard. Hickey does not want to move right now.
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Which really, nobody would miss Rorschach if he tore his throat out. It's a public service!
One thing is certain: Hickey's own stupid sense of pride is butting up against Rorschach's. He was here first! He's not going to leave! The other bloke needs to leave!
"Planning for a dip?" Hickey lightly asks.
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He's staring in Hickey's general direction but never quite directly at the man. That's a little too much for him to handle. "Or maybe just washing up. It's a good place for scrubbing off filth of all kinds." He smirks just a little beneath the mask.
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"You'll have to take that mask off to wash up properly. So go on. Wash up."
He's never seen Rorschach without that stupid little mask, he doubts it's going to happen now. As far as he's concerned, he's winning.
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"There's only one person I'd ever take this off for." Mainly because it's a bit difficult to treat a wounded patient who is going through something like temporary blindness when he's got something on his face, so Rorschach had to compromise if he wanted to be able to receive adequate care from Goodsir. "And he's gone now."
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At least, he won't leave until he makes Rorschach squirm for a bit. Until he inconveniences the man. Hickey can't stand the weird little freak, might as well get some fun out of this.
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In Rorschach's eyes, only one of the married pair is worth anything, and it sure as hell ain't Hickey. He really has no idea what Billy sees in him, though his mind briefly supplies the idea of it having to be with how he is in bed before the rest of him screeches loudly at so much as that bare thought, and recoils away from it.
If he's stuck here, he might as well get in the few jabs that he can.
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He is being lazy but just as importantly: he has a justification to be lazy.
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He's pretty sure Hickey can turn into a wolf, given how he tries to keep track of everything important to know about all Interlopers, but the kind of wolf Rorschach is mentally picturing he would be equivalent to the modern Moon Moon meme.
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Dammit, will this man never leave?! Much as he hates to admit it, Rorschach might have to come back later. He can only stand so much of Hickey for so long before he'll end up trying to strangle the man yet again.
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"Mate, the only use you have is to remind people about the importance of proper hygiene. Nobody here likes you, they just tolerate your existence."
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"Once again, I think you've confused me for yourself." Tolerating his existence was exactly what Rorschach thought that most people were doing with Hickey himself. Aside from maybe Billy, unless theirs was just some sort of weird marriage of convenience. Rorschach may not have a ton of people he likes in town and considers to be his friends. But at least there are a few who seem to like him back for whatever odd reasons he can't fathom.
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"Maybe actually talk to people and stop hanging around rooftops like a weird little psychopath and you'll learn something."
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Still, he can't help but say something else before he goes. "You know, I learned a valuable lesson right before I showed up here. Never assume you know everything about someone else. A difficult lesson for someone like you to learn, I'm sure, the way you think you're the smartest person in the room at any given time." Hickey acts like he's got Rorschach all figured out but the vigilante knows that couldn't be farther from the truth. It's alright. Someday, he'll use Hickey's underestimation of him to his advantage.
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Hickey knows that Rorschach telling him to not assume he knows everything about a person probably doesn't mean that the masked man has stopped hanging around on rooftops. Hell, he's probably upped his rooftop skulking as of late. But he's perfectly fine sassing back, being a horrible little shit in response to Rorschach's bullshit.
One thing's for certain: considering that he's still here and it looks like the other man might be leaving, Hickey considers this as a win. He's won this round, baby! Points for Hickey! He's successfully annoyed a man into leaving!
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