singillatim | Entries tagged with levi: cirape

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 )

singmod

( jagged vacance, thick with ice )

sputnik

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!

moralabsolutism

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... )

bigbaddy

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 )

nicehobbit

Who: Frodo Baggins and you!
What: Settling in
When: The first couple of days since his arrival
Where: Around Milton

( after all )

dies_irate

« 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!

[ 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,

yarnzipan or the same on discord works just fine! ]

balancedlight

Who: Svetlana and Open
What: Christmas Tree Lighting! (And mention of January shenanigans)
When: January 6th
Where: Milton, in front of the Community Hall

Content Warnings: Nothing as of yet; will warn!

The thought has been wiggling in her mind for a few weeks now. Ever since Ben gave her the gift, ever since she realized how bleak and lonely this place is. At home, there are options. There are lights and sounds and people coming and going. It makes the seemingly endless night of winter go by faster. There's warmth and firelight. And yes, in this little town, there can be some of that. Sveta's seen it and felt it for herself. But she knows she can make it a little brighter.

So she leaves a note on the board and picks a particularly lovely tree near the Community Hall. The night is lovely, the chill of the air thawed only slightly by the torches she has set up. She's dragged out a table and, all over it, she's put together supplies. Pinecones and strips of cloth. String and random beads she's collected. Clear jars with pretty rocks. Discarded leaves from the greenhouse. Acorns and seeds. Puzzle pieces and discarded mail and magazines to make paper flowers.

"Come help me decorate it?" Sveta will call out to anyone who comes near. "What do you want to try? I think I have - more than enough supplies."

lestercraft

Who: Arthur Lester and whoever wants to contribute
What: Solving problems one hunch at a time
When: December catch-all ~~despite how late it is~~
Where: Milton Community Hall (OOC info on NPCs here)

Content Warnings: General Malevolent warning (Lovecraftian horror etc) to S5

( An information collation, a burning question, an answer sought... )

balancedlight

Who: Svetlana and Open!
What: October Catchall + House Calls. Feel free to get with me if you think your character would like a little check in from Doctor Nazarova
When: October
Where: Milton, usually, but a peek into Lakeside

Content Warnings: Nothing yet!

desperate_times_right

Who: Chloe Frazer & any and all party people!!
What: Harvest Celebrations/Halloween Party/Ruby’s Birthday/Rat Marriage/Big Communal Cooking Party so Chloe doesn't burn down her house
When: October 12
Where: At Chloe’s house on Greene Street

Content Warnings: Food descriptions, probably.
Other Notes: Feel free to make this a mingle and reply to other characters!

Chloe had wondered whether to go through with the harvest party once Lalo had disappeared, but as they say, the show must go on. There's still a lot worth celebrating, and people need something hopeful after the mess last month. Luckily her house had made it through everything all right.

The poster had said to wear a costume, so she's hoping to see a lot of those, and she’d recruited some people to help her put together the menu exactly to Lalo’s specifications, so unfortunately no one is safe from British Potatoes. There are even candles for the birthday cake.

Chloe herself is dressed as a sexy lumberjack, with one of Lalo’s old flannels tied in a knot under her breasts and denim cutoffs made from the jeans Kostya had gotten blood on (shh). She's got a fire roaring, because otherwise she’d freeze.

afterdrop

Who: Charles Rowland and YOU
What: Monthy catch-all
When: Throughout October
Where: Around Milton

Content Warnings: Specifics TBD; general warnings available here.

( ✘ open prompts ✘ )

singmod

( so deep down in your ground )

vallt

Who: Jyn Erso (

vallt) and you!
What: TDM continuations, exploring, learning her way around
When: Throughout September; pre-event threads and any potential closed event threads
Where: Mostly around Milton

Content Warnings: Violence, more to be added as necessary

givefarmore

Who: Ragnar; Open!
What: Continued August TDM threads, getting his bearings and exploring
When: Early September
Where: Around Milton + outskirts

Content Warnings: Talk of Viking death and killing, will update

( Life is battle. Death is rest. )

lestercraft

Who: Arthur Lester and others
What: Adjusting to life and vision
When: Late August/Early Sept
Where: Largely Milton generally

Content Warnings: Catch-all warning for Malevolent content (Lovecraftian horror et al) and spoilers through S5

( A blind man restored, a new universe, a means to survive... )

lightschampion

Who: Alan Wake & OTA
What: Moving into a cabin, getting some much needed r&r
When: Early September
Where: 24 Basin Overlook, Hot Springs

( again and again and )

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satanicpanics - If you don't like rock 'n' roll
singmod - once I knew I was not magnificent.
sputnik - no one heard you but the stars.
moralabsolutism - Return of the Town Eccentric (OTA)
singmod - i heard a scream in the woods somewhere
bigbaddy - ( open )
nicehobbit - Only a little fellow in a wide world
dies_irate - open | chapter 1 | march catch-all
balancedlight - Солнце мое! Я тебя никому не отдам!
singmod - even though it's a cruel world
lestercraft - Part Three: The Case
singmod - this empty northern hemisphere
balancedlight - Мороз и солнце; день чудесный!
desperate_times_right - Hot Potato (party log)
afterdrop - it's been a long october.
singmod - it must be that old evil spirit
vallt - catch-all « open
givefarmore - Gestr er inn kominn, hvar skal sitja sjá?
lestercraft - Part One: The Cabin
lightschampion - [open] same stuff, different hell