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please don't deceive me when i hurt you
Who: Joel Miller (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
kidproof)
What: Just DITL of what my loser gets up to in Milton, and the frozen wasteland they now call home + some event top levels.
When: Month of April through to May
Where: around — reach out for any closed starters you may want. His app is here and his permissions too. Reach out to me on plurk at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
doggos or on discord at 
newdlle
Content Warnings: TBA - will update here and by headline when necessary. Advance warnings for Joel being Joel.
( just ain't the way it seems )
kidproof)What: Just DITL of what my loser gets up to in Milton, and the frozen wasteland they now call home + some event top levels.
When: Month of April through to May
Where: around — reach out for any closed starters you may want. His app is here and his permissions too. Reach out to me on plurk at
newdlleContent Warnings: TBA - will update here and by headline when necessary. Advance warnings for Joel being Joel.
( just ain't the way it seems )
Entry tags:
a fresh start with the Easter morn- (closed)
Who: Kate, Edward, Tim, others
What: an Easter celebration meets the Darkwalker's Revenge
When: on or about Easter, April
Where: Milton Church main chapel, other cabins
Content Warnings: we start with themes of cannibalism; loss of self; predation; stalking; vigilantism; violence; and there will be additional warnings on individual threads
( so let the bunny's legend play )
What: an Easter celebration meets the Darkwalker's Revenge
When: on or about Easter, April
Where: Milton Church main chapel, other cabins
Content Warnings: we start with themes of cannibalism; loss of self; predation; stalking; vigilantism; violence; and there will be additional warnings on individual threads
( so let the bunny's legend play )
friendsfordinner2025-04-16 09:10 amEntry tags:
well everybody's heard about the birds
Who: Cornelius Hickey & OPEN!
What: fuck them birds (and probable other threads)
When: April 2025
Where: Milton, all over
Content Warnings: animal violence, will edit as needed
( starters in comments )
What: fuck them birds (and probable other threads)
When: April 2025
Where: Milton, all over
Content Warnings: animal violence, will edit as needed
( starters in comments )
satanicpanics2025-04-15 08:00 pmIf you don't like rock 'n' roll
Who: Eddie, Tim, you
What: Open Dungeons and Dragons time (no knowledge of D&D necessary)
When: April, before Easter
Where: Marche du Lac (if Tim got the permission)
( Then it's too late now )
What: Open Dungeons and Dragons time (no knowledge of D&D necessary)
When: April, before Easter
Where: Marche du Lac (if Tim got the permission)
gildedlife2025-04-14 08:21 pmEntry tags:
try not to worry that time is passing by
Who: James, and others
What: A terrible discovery, and the aftermath
When: Mid-April
Where: Milton
Content Warnings: Death, suicide, description of injuries/bodies, fire, dissociation, and other warnings to be added
What: A terrible discovery, and the aftermath
When: Mid-April
Where: Milton
Content Warnings: Death, suicide, description of injuries/bodies, fire, dissociation, and other warnings to be added
Cowboys; Bear and Wolf Season
Who: Raylan and you!
What: The Marshal struggling with his new powers
Where: All over Milton
When: All over April
[Raylan stayed outdoors a lot when the weather permitted, finding the cold and the sharp wind invigorating most of the time and finding himself feeling more connected to the land of Milton. Whether that was because of his new 'influence' or his moon touched power, he wasn't sure, but he'd given up on trying to understand what the Bear had done to him. So his eyes stay moving and currently are looking up, watching the birds.
At first, the swarming over the forests didn't bother him. But as they work closer to Milton, their eyeballing unnerves him. Carrion birds were always a sign of death and it didn't leave him warm and fuzzy to think they thought the Interlopers were going to pass. He shortly decided that trying to befriend them was better than anything else - beyond all belief, he might have actually learned his lesson with the Old Bear. Besides, it was a lot harder to defend against a flock than it was a single enemy. So he tossed them bits of fish or dried meat, bread when he had it, and kept his distance.
If he spots someone trying to fight them, he won't hesitate in coming up to softly declare:] That's askin' for trouble, you know. They will swarm, you do enough damage. You ever hear of Alfred Hitchcock's 'The Birds'?
[Later, it seems that Raylan was predicting the future. He finds himself jumping at every thump, something that only serves to piss him off, and when he goes outside to see the divebombing, he yells at anyone who might be nearby:] GET INSIDE, STAY AWAY FROM THE WINDOWS. [His door was open too, him gesturing furiously, and anyone willing to take it would be ushered into something akin to relative safety.]
[ It had started small. A weird craving for curry, something Raylan had only had a few times in his life to start with, followed by an increasing desire for spice that Raylan didn't understand. At first, he thought it was nothing; stress of the situation finally getting to him, mind reaching for something small and comforting that would offset everything else. Maybe he'd secretly really loved red and just didn't have the opportunity enough to wear it.
He thought nothing of it.
Until he wakes up one morning and goes to scratch a dick itch, only to find.. It was gone. Truly any man's nightmare.
An hour later, Chloe walks out in jeans that are too long, rolled at the cuff to compensate for the lack of height, a large red flannel, and Raylan's hat on her head. He was puffing as he gets into Milton, long stride cut short by the fact he just couldn't walk like that anymore and how did she handle the hip swish? It would take him a little while to adjust to the gait and his hand stays on the gun on her hip like he could shoot whatever made this happen.]
Hey!
[She calls out to the first face she sees.]
You seen Raylan Givens around?
[God. How humiliating, to be going around asking for himself. If no one has seen "him", Raylan heads up towards the Farm, cop knocking on Chloe's door with more urgency than was strictly necessary. What the Hell was going on?]
Greene Street/The Forest
[ He could feel it. A roiling fury that sat low and warm in his gut, a lifelong companion that was now chewing at the bars of his control, no longer successfully kept at bay by the fears of what he would become, who he would turn into. He feared it was too late. After the last meeting with the Old Bear in the woods, he felt.. different in a way he couldn't quantify. Different in a way that made him worried about going onto four paws.
So he worked instead of stewed and in doing so discovered one useful difference he could easily put words to. He was strong. Chopping firewood took so much less effort and when he hauled them, roped together, he could carry a good number more than before. He was going to have to be careful. To learn how careful, that took a trip into the tree line, Goose on his heels.
When he comes up to a patch of trees and is confident no one is around, he shakes out one hand a little, looking down at Goose. He opts to start on the smallest scale that was reasonable, a tall but slender tree, sturdy but not thick.]
This is about to be awesome, or it's gonna be my stupidest decision to date.
[Without further warning, Raylan punches the tree with all his might. And instead of breaking his hand, the tree cracks. It wasn't enough for him to see any damage, but he knew that sound. Deep. Raylan stumbles back and just stares.]
Holy shit.
Milton Streets/Community Hall
[Raylan used to amble through Milton as he went about delivering the firewood that got most of his general ire, somehow lackadaisical in his purposely way, but today, stalk would be a better description. His expression was gloomy, though when he made eye contact with people, it was a clearly forced effort to beat it away and plaster on an ill fitting smile, like he was squeezing into a too small suit. Aside from that, the hulk of corded word on his back felt like it was a neon sign, and he questions the decision of efficiencies over inconspicuous normality.
Either way, he was here now, Goose the wolf pup happy to sit near the fire and watch Raylan work. Unloading the wood before he stands in front of the community posting board, looking over the notes that were left, Raylan sighs and fingers one of the pieces of paper. He wasn't sure what he was looking for or hoping to find, but damned if he wasn't here anyway, searching.]
Still waitin' for someone to use this to start some shit. [Talking to Goose was a pastime that kept him sane, he was sure.]
What: The Marshal struggling with his new powers
Where: All over Milton
When: All over April
The Thing with Feathers
[Raylan stayed outdoors a lot when the weather permitted, finding the cold and the sharp wind invigorating most of the time and finding himself feeling more connected to the land of Milton. Whether that was because of his new 'influence' or his moon touched power, he wasn't sure, but he'd given up on trying to understand what the Bear had done to him. So his eyes stay moving and currently are looking up, watching the birds.
At first, the swarming over the forests didn't bother him. But as they work closer to Milton, their eyeballing unnerves him. Carrion birds were always a sign of death and it didn't leave him warm and fuzzy to think they thought the Interlopers were going to pass. He shortly decided that trying to befriend them was better than anything else - beyond all belief, he might have actually learned his lesson with the Old Bear. Besides, it was a lot harder to defend against a flock than it was a single enemy. So he tossed them bits of fish or dried meat, bread when he had it, and kept his distance.
If he spots someone trying to fight them, he won't hesitate in coming up to softly declare:] That's askin' for trouble, you know. They will swarm, you do enough damage. You ever hear of Alfred Hitchcock's 'The Birds'?
[Later, it seems that Raylan was predicting the future. He finds himself jumping at every thump, something that only serves to piss him off, and when he goes outside to see the divebombing, he yells at anyone who might be nearby:] GET INSIDE, STAY AWAY FROM THE WINDOWS. [His door was open too, him gesturing furiously, and anyone willing to take it would be ushered into something akin to relative safety.]
Misfits The Body Swap
[ It had started small. A weird craving for curry, something Raylan had only had a few times in his life to start with, followed by an increasing desire for spice that Raylan didn't understand. At first, he thought it was nothing; stress of the situation finally getting to him, mind reaching for something small and comforting that would offset everything else. Maybe he'd secretly really loved red and just didn't have the opportunity enough to wear it.
He thought nothing of it.
Until he wakes up one morning and goes to scratch a dick itch, only to find.. It was gone. Truly any man's nightmare.
An hour later, Chloe walks out in jeans that are too long, rolled at the cuff to compensate for the lack of height, a large red flannel, and Raylan's hat on her head. He was puffing as he gets into Milton, long stride cut short by the fact he just couldn't walk like that anymore and how did she handle the hip swish? It would take him a little while to adjust to the gait and his hand stays on the gun on her hip like he could shoot whatever made this happen.]
Hey!
[She calls out to the first face she sees.]
You seen Raylan Givens around?
[God. How humiliating, to be going around asking for himself. If no one has seen "him", Raylan heads up towards the Farm, cop knocking on Chloe's door with more urgency than was strictly necessary. What the Hell was going on?]
Greene Street/The Forest
[ He could feel it. A roiling fury that sat low and warm in his gut, a lifelong companion that was now chewing at the bars of his control, no longer successfully kept at bay by the fears of what he would become, who he would turn into. He feared it was too late. After the last meeting with the Old Bear in the woods, he felt.. different in a way he couldn't quantify. Different in a way that made him worried about going onto four paws.
So he worked instead of stewed and in doing so discovered one useful difference he could easily put words to. He was strong. Chopping firewood took so much less effort and when he hauled them, roped together, he could carry a good number more than before. He was going to have to be careful. To learn how careful, that took a trip into the tree line, Goose on his heels.
When he comes up to a patch of trees and is confident no one is around, he shakes out one hand a little, looking down at Goose. He opts to start on the smallest scale that was reasonable, a tall but slender tree, sturdy but not thick.]
This is about to be awesome, or it's gonna be my stupidest decision to date.
[Without further warning, Raylan punches the tree with all his might. And instead of breaking his hand, the tree cracks. It wasn't enough for him to see any damage, but he knew that sound. Deep. Raylan stumbles back and just stares.]
Holy shit.
Milton Streets/Community Hall
[Raylan used to amble through Milton as he went about delivering the firewood that got most of his general ire, somehow lackadaisical in his purposely way, but today, stalk would be a better description. His expression was gloomy, though when he made eye contact with people, it was a clearly forced effort to beat it away and plaster on an ill fitting smile, like he was squeezing into a too small suit. Aside from that, the hulk of corded word on his back felt like it was a neon sign, and he questions the decision of efficiencies over inconspicuous normality.
Either way, he was here now, Goose the wolf pup happy to sit near the fire and watch Raylan work. Unloading the wood before he stands in front of the community posting board, looking over the notes that were left, Raylan sighs and fingers one of the pieces of paper. He wasn't sure what he was looking for or hoping to find, but damned if he wasn't here anyway, searching.]
Still waitin' for someone to use this to start some shit. [Talking to Goose was a pastime that kept him sane, he was sure.]
no one heard you but the stars.
Who: Konstantin Veshnyakov + YOU!
What: catchall for various open + closed prompts. (will match format!)
When: throughout April.
Where: Milton / more tba.
Content Warnings: By default, this character comes with: space / sci-fi horror, body horror, + parasite horror. Various others will be labeled if they come up!
What: catchall for various open + closed prompts. (will match format!)
When: throughout April.
Where: Milton / more tba.
Content Warnings: By default, this character comes with: space / sci-fi horror, body horror, + parasite horror. Various others will be labeled if they come up!
Entry tags:
OPEN | Creatures veiled by night, following things that aren't right.
Who: Sansa and others.
What: Open catch-all for general interactions + closed starters for specific characters.
When: Throughout April to May.
Where: Around Milton and Lakeside.
Content Warnings: Will be updated as they happen; please check comment subjects for specific CWs.
What: Open catch-all for general interactions + closed starters for specific characters.
When: Throughout April to May.
Where: Around Milton and Lakeside.
Content Warnings: Will be updated as they happen; please check comment subjects for specific CWs.
imperatour2025-03-21 10:15 pmEntry tags:
survival at the homestead
Who: Furiosa, Max, guests
What: Catch all for the Australians at their cabin and surrounding area
When: March to tbd
Where: A remote cabin outside of town
Content Warnings: Will add as necessary
What: Catch all for the Australians at their cabin and surrounding area
When: March to tbd
Where: A remote cabin outside of town
Content Warnings: Will add as necessary
moralabsolutism2025-03-14 03:52 amReturn of the Town Eccentric (OTA)
Who: Rorschach and you!
What: Everyone's not-so-favorite superhero is back in town and quite ill.
When: First couple of weeks of March
Where: All over Milton, Community Hall, the library
Content Warnings: Gross illness stuff, will add if needed!
( Every man builds his world in his own image... )
What: Everyone's not-so-favorite superhero is back in town and quite ill.
When: First couple of weeks of March
Where: All over Milton, Community Hall, the library
Content Warnings: Gross illness stuff, will add if needed!
( Every man builds his world in his own image... )
Entry tags:
- *event,
- billy gibson: jelle,
- bruce wayne: kia,
- chloe frazer: tess,
- cornelius hickey: kates,
- dorian gray: kates,
- edward little: jhey,
- eren jaeger: lyn,
- frodo baggins: tossino,
- furiosa: rana,
- james fitzjames: ami,
- joel miller: noodle,
- kate marsh: cheryl,
- lestat de lioncourt: beth,
- levi ackerman: dem,
- levi: cirape,
- louis de pointe du lac: tea,
- max rockatansky: priestly,
- randvi: tess,
- rorschach: shade,
- sameen shaw: iddy,
- svetlana nazarova: kota,
- the doctor: kris,
- thomas jopson: kota,
- tim drake: fox,
- wynonna earp: lorna
extramuralise2025-03-08 09:45 pmEntry tags:
— the dove, she promised land, as she laid the branch right into my hand | OPEN.
Who: John Irving (extramuralise) + OPEN!
What: Catch-all for various threads (event-adjacent or otherwise), and everything else in between!
When: Throughout March
Where: Milton & surrounding areas.
Content Warnings: Repression, religion, repentance etc... you know, the usual. Will update as needed!
( THERE WAS NO LAND. )
extramuralise) + OPEN!What: Catch-all for various threads (event-adjacent or otherwise), and everything else in between!
When: Throughout March
Where: Milton & surrounding areas.
Content Warnings: Repression, religion, repentance etc... you know, the usual. Will update as needed!
( THERE WAS NO LAND. )
( open )
Who: Bigby and you!
What: Connor's gone. This vibe ensues.
When: Early March
Where: Anywhere you want!
Content Warnings: Difficult feelings and thoughts surrounding the concept of parenthood. Will edit if more appear.
( the pain is weak but it spreads anyway )
What: Connor's gone. This vibe ensues.
When: Early March
Where: Anywhere you want!
Content Warnings: Difficult feelings and thoughts surrounding the concept of parenthood. Will edit if more appear.
( the pain is weak but it spreads anyway )
nicehobbit2025-03-06 06:29 pmEntry tags:
Only a little fellow in a wide world
Who: Frodo Baggins and you!
What: Settling in
When: The first couple of days since his arrival
Where: Around Milton
( after all )
What: Settling in
When: The first couple of days since his arrival
Where: Around Milton
( after all )
maintiensledroit2025-03-03 03:26 pmEntry tags:
open & closed | if I get too close and I'm not how you hoped
Who: Benton Fraser, Wynonna Earp & others
What: early spring catchall: open + closed starters
When: March & April
Where: Milton & Lakeside
Content Warnings: Usual Wynonna warnings of alcoholism and likely violence/aggression apply. All others TBD.
What: early spring catchall: open + closed starters
When: March & April
Where: Milton & Lakeside
Content Warnings: Usual Wynonna warnings of alcoholism and likely violence/aggression apply. All others TBD.
forgive my northern attitude
open | i'll never die, i am a freak
Who: Dorian Gray & OPEN
What: settling in
When: all throughout the month of March
Where: Milton, with a focus on the community hall, the church, and the outskirts
Content Warnings: drug use, smut, body horror and gore in the form of Dorian's creepyass portrait, others tba
( catch all post for March! full of open and closed starters, dm me if you have an idea~ )
What: settling in
When: all throughout the month of March
Where: Milton, with a focus on the community hall, the church, and the outskirts
Content Warnings: drug use, smut, body horror and gore in the form of Dorian's creepyass portrait, others tba
( catch all post for March! full of open and closed starters, dm me if you have an idea~ )
dies_irate2025-03-02 01:08 pmopen | chapter 1 | march catch-all
« Who: John Doe and you!
« What: John makes his way to Milton
« When: March! Starting early March! Prompts to be added as needed!
« Where: Woods, Milton, and in between
« Content Warnings: none so far!
John hadn't liked the castle, even after their host had stopped being a secretive fucking asshole, but he certainly liked it better than whatever fucking cave he wakes up in. The first reason is because it's cold as hell. Or. Maybe not hell, but it is extremely goddamn cold. The second is that somehow, somehow, he is not where he is supposed to be in a much more disorienting fashion than any other: he is not within Arthur Lester. He is in a body, a body that feels like his body, that has a collection of limbs and pieces that feel like they belong to him and, from his limited ability to look at it, looks the way he feels like he ought to look. The gold of the robes, the matte black of his skin and hair and claws, the way his right arm seems whole until the individual tentacles that form it separate and stretch like spread fingers-
Legs are new. He can't say he's a fan, especially these that don't even have toes like he'd gotten used to. It takes grabbing a freezing cold stone to push himself up, hooves skittering across the uneven floor at first before finally finding a catch, and then he's hauling himself into an upright position to start really looking around.
"Hel-"
A pause before he puts his claw to his throat. What a sentence that is: his claw, his throat. But more importantly, is that what he sounds like out loud? Fuck, that's weird. Okay.
"Hello! Arthur!?" A pause before- "...Yorick?"
That's what makes him look around, or rather pat down his robes to find the items that had apparently come here with him. The coin is surprising, given where he'd last seen it. The beastiary is a boon, one he's glad not to have lost. But the skull on it's chain, dead and lifeless, no yapping to be heard...
"Shit."
It's not the most auspicious start to a day, but it's also not the worst that he's had. After all, there are trees and snow and rocks, pieces of the real and physical world. It doesn't look like Addison to him, from what he remembers of that place, but it is at least Somewhere. Not the Dark World. Not the Dreamlands, or so he hopes.
It means he needs to get walking, try and find people, or at least a warmer place to stay. As such, he'll set off into the forest, looking for signs of life, movement, and always, always Arthur.
Feel free to find him on the way. ...he'd appreciate if you didn't try to kill him, but he won't be surprised if it happens.
It's been a long, cold, unfortunate slog, the only benefit of which is the fact that he can wear with pride the 100% success rate at not falling into holes during his first sojourn on legs. It's the sort of thing that he holds to himself as tight as his robes against the frigid temperatures and the rising dark, something to tell Arthur about when he gets back to him.
Because he is getting back to him. That is not up for debate. It's just a matter of how long it'll take him to get there.
He sees the houses, avoids those that are dark and heads towards the greatest source of light. He'd considered trying to sneak around, gather information, learn what this place is and who lives here and what they might do to him if they saw him. But he also knows how clumsy he is in this new body of his, and large, and cold, and that someone caught sneaking would no doubt be thought of as a sneak. Instead, he decides to go (tentatively) for the larger gamble: he heads for the main area of town, the brightest light, the most people. He'll walk slow, gauge reactions, see if he can get someone to trust him at least far enough to let him get near a fire or perhaps provide some food (hunger? sucks) before he gives up, runs, and seeks some other place to go.
He remembers 'hands up' from those police on the island and readies his arms to put them up if asked.
Once more with feeling and in he goes.
It takes a bit of coaxing, and more than a bit of looking out, but John does eventually come in from the cold. They head for the community hall, since the fire is always going there and John's been out in the wilds for quite a few hours. He'll finally get a chance to rest and soak in some warmth, his arms wrapped firmly around Arthur Lester now that they've been reunited. The size difference is a little funny but hopefully the giant non-human figure looks significantly less terrifying while shamelessly cuddling someone who seems just as glad to be there as he is. (The vibe is a lot more My-Neighbor-JohnDoedoe than anything else.)
Feel free to come by and say hi. He doesn't bite!
Once John's here, he's... well, he's here. He can be found with Arthur or without Arthur, often in their home on Thompson (neatening up) or in the community hall, getting a feel for...
Everything, frankly.
He's new to this place, he's new to having a body, he's new to clothes (namely the largest coat he could find and a heavy blanket used as a kilt) and food. He's new to people seeing him, acknowledging him, speaking to him. He's new to being able to pick up a book by himself, being by himself in the physical world. He's new to fatigue. He's new to all of these senses that are both more vibrant and duller than what he might have had.
So if you catch him looking confused or looking around, or if he points at himself and looks to make sure you're talking to him, well... he's not fucking with you. This is all a lot to deal with.
It's as they're settling down in their home (their home!) in the loft area that John starts feeling the pull on his eyelids, the way his limbs are heavy and the urge to get comfortable becomes incredibly strong.
"Arthur... what's-"
[ Return player! New character! As you can see, he's a very obvious non-human! If you want to chat, or an individual starter,yarnzipan or the same on discord works just fine! ]
« What: John makes his way to Milton
« When: March! Starting early March! Prompts to be added as needed!
« Where: Woods, Milton, and in between
« Content Warnings: none so far!
[ i. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep... [journey to Milton] ]
John hadn't liked the castle, even after their host had stopped being a secretive fucking asshole, but he certainly liked it better than whatever fucking cave he wakes up in. The first reason is because it's cold as hell. Or. Maybe not hell, but it is extremely goddamn cold. The second is that somehow, somehow, he is not where he is supposed to be in a much more disorienting fashion than any other: he is not within Arthur Lester. He is in a body, a body that feels like his body, that has a collection of limbs and pieces that feel like they belong to him and, from his limited ability to look at it, looks the way he feels like he ought to look. The gold of the robes, the matte black of his skin and hair and claws, the way his right arm seems whole until the individual tentacles that form it separate and stretch like spread fingers-
Legs are new. He can't say he's a fan, especially these that don't even have toes like he'd gotten used to. It takes grabbing a freezing cold stone to push himself up, hooves skittering across the uneven floor at first before finally finding a catch, and then he's hauling himself into an upright position to start really looking around.
"Hel-"
A pause before he puts his claw to his throat. What a sentence that is: his claw, his throat. But more importantly, is that what he sounds like out loud? Fuck, that's weird. Okay.
"Hello! Arthur!?" A pause before- "...Yorick?"
That's what makes him look around, or rather pat down his robes to find the items that had apparently come here with him. The coin is surprising, given where he'd last seen it. The beastiary is a boon, one he's glad not to have lost. But the skull on it's chain, dead and lifeless, no yapping to be heard...
"Shit."
It's not the most auspicious start to a day, but it's also not the worst that he's had. After all, there are trees and snow and rocks, pieces of the real and physical world. It doesn't look like Addison to him, from what he remembers of that place, but it is at least Somewhere. Not the Dark World. Not the Dreamlands, or so he hopes.
It means he needs to get walking, try and find people, or at least a warmer place to stay. As such, he'll set off into the forest, looking for signs of life, movement, and always, always Arthur.
Feel free to find him on the way. ...he'd appreciate if you didn't try to kill him, but he won't be surprised if it happens.
[ ii. And miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep. [entering Milton] ]
It's been a long, cold, unfortunate slog, the only benefit of which is the fact that he can wear with pride the 100% success rate at not falling into holes during his first sojourn on legs. It's the sort of thing that he holds to himself as tight as his robes against the frigid temperatures and the rising dark, something to tell Arthur about when he gets back to him.
Because he is getting back to him. That is not up for debate. It's just a matter of how long it'll take him to get there.
He sees the houses, avoids those that are dark and heads towards the greatest source of light. He'd considered trying to sneak around, gather information, learn what this place is and who lives here and what they might do to him if they saw him. But he also knows how clumsy he is in this new body of his, and large, and cold, and that someone caught sneaking would no doubt be thought of as a sneak. Instead, he decides to go (tentatively) for the larger gamble: he heads for the main area of town, the brightest light, the most people. He'll walk slow, gauge reactions, see if he can get someone to trust him at least far enough to let him get near a fire or perhaps provide some food (hunger? sucks) before he gives up, runs, and seeks some other place to go.
He remembers 'hands up' from those police on the island and readies his arms to put them up if asked.
Once more with feeling and in he goes.
[ iii. From what I’ve tasted of desire / I hold with those who favor fire. [community hall fire w/Arthur] ]
It takes a bit of coaxing, and more than a bit of looking out, but John does eventually come in from the cold. They head for the community hall, since the fire is always going there and John's been out in the wilds for quite a few hours. He'll finally get a chance to rest and soak in some warmth, his arms wrapped firmly around Arthur Lester now that they've been reunited. The size difference is a little funny but hopefully the giant non-human figure looks significantly less terrifying while shamelessly cuddling someone who seems just as glad to be there as he is. (The vibe is a lot more My-Neighbor-JohnDoedoe than anything else.)
Feel free to come by and say hi. He doesn't bite!
[ iv. I have walked out in rain—and back in rain. [around Milton] ]
Once John's here, he's... well, he's here. He can be found with Arthur or without Arthur, often in their home on Thompson (neatening up) or in the community hall, getting a feel for...
Everything, frankly.
He's new to this place, he's new to having a body, he's new to clothes (namely the largest coat he could find and a heavy blanket used as a kilt) and food. He's new to people seeing him, acknowledging him, speaking to him. He's new to being able to pick up a book by himself, being by himself in the physical world. He's new to fatigue. He's new to all of these senses that are both more vibrant and duller than what he might have had.
So if you catch him looking confused or looking around, or if he points at himself and looks to make sure you're talking to him, well... he's not fucking with you. This is all a lot to deal with.
[ v. One can see what will trouble / This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is. - closed to Arthur ]
It's as they're settling down in their home (their home!) in the loft area that John starts feeling the pull on his eyelids, the way his limbs are heavy and the urge to get comfortable becomes incredibly strong.
"Arthur... what's-"
[ Return player! New character! As you can see, he's a very obvious non-human! If you want to chat, or an individual starter,
goingtobeunwell2025-03-01 07:06 pmOpen | A great peace descends
Who: Crozier and OTA
What: A catch-all for end of February/March happenings. Building and re-building, and grieving
Where: Crozier and Raju's Cabin outside of Milton, Milton-proper, the Basin, Lakeside
Warnings: A big ol' warning for cannibalism. Smaller warning for ~Victorians~.
[Catch-all for various closed and open threads. Will be updated as the month progresses. If you have any wild ideas for interactions that don't fit into the top levels, feel free to DM me! c:]
What: A catch-all for end of February/March happenings. Building and re-building, and grieving
Where: Crozier and Raju's Cabin outside of Milton, Milton-proper, the Basin, Lakeside
Warnings: A big ol' warning for cannibalism. Smaller warning for ~Victorians~.
readytosee2025-02-27 06:51 pmEntry tags:
open | you were a wanderer...
Who: Casper Darling and YOU
What: Open Post for February/March
When: All of February going into March, can be back-dated to January if need be
Where: Mostly around Milton!
Content Warnings: None yet, will update as needed.
( you learned to fall, and balance on your own two feet... )
What: Open Post for February/March
When: All of February going into March, can be back-dated to January if need be
Where: Mostly around Milton!
Content Warnings: None yet, will update as needed.
( you learned to fall, and balance on your own two feet... )