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JULY 2019 TEST DRIVE MEME




JULY 2019 TEST DRIVE MEME









Welcome to July's Test Drive Meme! This month's Test Drive's theme is: DREAM HORROR.

All Test Drive Memes contain at least one clue to the Deerington's upcoming in-game events for the month! Keep your eyes peeled! But...not literally.

Characters may die during TDMs, but you do not need to count it towards a game-canonical death unless you want to. Consider it a freebie. All TDMs can be considered game canon as TDMs introduce minor aspects about the world of Deerington that can be revisited by characters later on in the game. You may also use TDMs for your application writing sample as well as AC.

CW: Violence, Freddie Kreuger references, fire, forced sleep with some drug-like references, stabbing, nightmares, monsters, possibility for extreme alcohol consumption, and lobster festivals
Don't forget to tag content whenever necessary. Have fun!











WHEN THE BOAT COMES IN


It’s July and July in Maine means lobster! The Lobster Festival springs up seemingly overnight down near Koji Pond. In the morning, there’s a large parade that makes its way through town, starting from the top of East Main Street and all the way down through West Main St until they hit the festival. There are tents, a few rides, games, arts and crafts, and most importantly, food pretty much everywhere behind the hotel and you can help yourself to free ice cream at the ice cream shop! Lobster ice cream and Blueberry ice cream are pushed to the forefront, but you can get just about any flavor you could possibly dream of in the long run.

You can hear live music playing and a stage has been set up on the roof of the arcade. Live bands play everything from folk music to jazz to classic rock that you may or may not have heard in your lifetime. There’s a tent where local artists (including sleepers) are selling art, a craft tent where people are selling goods they’ve made such as pottery and homemade fudge, and a Do It Yourself tent where people are teaching you how to make your own buoy decoration for your front yard or how to weave your own baskets!

A seafood cooking contest is held for anyone who may want to show off their culinary skills. Any kind of seafood dishes are allowed, but they highly encourage showing your abilities to cook with lobster! Think you can beat the longstanding champions from Deerington? It’s pretty unlikely, especially since it looks like the townspeople keep trying to sabotage your meal as you’re making it. Did you mean to put in an entire half cup of salt to your stew? Oops. Guess you better figure out how to work with it anyway.

Across Koji Pond, there are floating crates set up for the great crate race! See if you can make it across the lake fastest – challenge a friend! These lobster crates wobble pretty heavily, but each runner is given a life vest for when they might inevitably fall in. Be careful if you do! Some of those strange looking fish in there definitely bite.

Each morning at the festival there will be an all you can eat blueberry pancake breakfast. Surprisingly, nothing drastic seems to happen, so have as many pancakes as your body can hold! They’re delicious, after all. Through the rest of the day, it’s easy to get your hands on lobster rolls of varying sizes, full steamed lobster meals (with corn on the cob and a buttered dinner roll), lobster salad, steamed mussels, scallops, haddock (baked or fried), fried clams, lobster stuffed risotto balls, blueberry cobbler, and strawberry shortcake are all available at any of the food stands. All the food seems perfectly safe. But you’re gonna need something to wash it down with…

The drink stand has a great deal to offer, but every drink seems to come with a particularly strange side effect to it. People who enjoy the hand crafted beers will find that it gets them drunk twice as fast and can even make people who would normally never drink completely wasted after just a glass or two. Every glass you have makes you thirstier than the last and it can be easy to want to reach for another beer to try and get yourself together. In fact, it’s particularly hard to reach for anything else. Urges to drink the beer will last for at least one full hour or can be cut short by being responsible and going to drink some water instead.

So maybe beer isn’t your thing; that’s okay! There’s also blueberry lemonade which will turn you the color of blueberries from head to toe! Fresh iced tea will make you feel particularly sarcastic, prone to mocking even your closest friends and gossiping with complete strangers about the things you may or may not have heard about the town. Got a juicy secret you were trying to keep for someone? Well, it’s out in the open now. Cream sodas will make you extremely cuddly, wanting to cozy up next to the closest person to you for a little while. The more you drink, the more touchy-feely you may get, so maybe try and stick to just one or two unless you’re looking for some afternoon delight. Hot tea will make you feel calm and relaxed to an extent you never have before. To the point where you might even want to just go lay down on one of the docks and take a quick catnap in the middle of the afternoon sun. Hopefully you wore sunscreen.

Effects from any drink will last for one to three hours or until you have some strawberry shortcake from one of the food vendors.


BLUEBERRIES FOR SAL


So maybe the lobster festival isn’t your thing or you got tired of all the crowds and wanted to go and do something else fun. Strangely enough, some of the fields out near the farmhouses apparently have a bunch of blueberry bushes that no one’s ever noticed before! They’re in full bloom and the berries look ripe for the picking. Perfectly round, juicy, warm from the sun – you could eat a whole handful of these and maybe never feel more satisfied. They’re deliciously sweet, perfect for pies and cobblers. And a whole basket seems to be reasonably priced, so why not go out and pick as many as you can!

The longer you’re out in the fields, the more you’ll start to feel a little groggy. It’s easy to shake off as just being from the sun at first and you might think about heading back, but something in you wants to keep picking. So you trudge in deeper into the fields, and that sleepy feeling becomes more and more difficult to ignore. Eventually, you might find that you’re ready to just lay down and take a nap in the shade of a particularly large blueberry bush. It seems like a good a spot as any – the ground is nice and soft. Just curl up for a little while and close your eyes. Even people who are normally not prone to sleeping will find that they are compelled and even capable of taking a quick nap in these fields.

Any dreams you may have while sleeping will feel more vivid than normal – to the point where it’s hard to tell what’s real and what’s not. Did you actually manage to find your way out of Deerington and back home? You can pinch yourself, but you won’t wake up, and it’ll hurt like a bitch, so it’s hard to be sure. Dreams seem to mostly be pleasant ones, but the occasional nightmare might find its way in to your otherwise restful sleep. Anyone who stumbles on you asleep in the fields might even hear you talking in your sleep, rambling out conversations and feelings you might normally have kept quiet. Got feelings for someone you were trying to bury? They might just hear you mutter them out loud if they’ve found you there in the dirt. Wanted to make sure no one in Deerington found out you had no home to go back to? That sucks, it sounds like you might have just spilled the beans without even knowing.

The real question is if the person who finds you will wake you up or just keep listening to find out more of your secrets without having to pry for them.


NINE, TEN, NEVER SLEEP AGAIN



It’s not just in the blueberry fields that sleepiness seems to be catching. Throughout Deerington, people seem to be having a harder and harder time staying awake for long stretches. The desire for a quick nap or even a long snooze becomes harder to fight as each day passes and you might find yourself nodding off in places you normally wouldn’t – behind the wheel of a car, in the middle of a store, at work… Hopefully no one gets too hurt or loses a job during these strange episodes.

Only unlike in the fields, when you do give in to sleep, the dreams you have are now far from pleasant. Nightmares are running amok in your mind, but that vivid realism? That inability to tell when you’re awake or asleep? That has definitely not changed. You might not have even realized you’ve fallen asleep at all – most of the scenery around you seems to be Deerington itself, but something just seems off. You don’t have time to think about it though because it’s then that things start to get scary. Whether it’s reliving your most traumatic experiences, running in to your worst enemies, or seeing monster of your own creation popping up and chasing you, danger and fear are permeating every corner of these dreams. Horror movie fans might find they’re being chased by Freddie Kreuger, hunted down by Jason, cornered by the aliens from Alien. Or maybe there are terrifying monsters from your own world that have started to come for you and are trying to tear you limb from limb. It feels impossible to outrun, and maybe in the end, you don’t. But if you die in your dreams, you don’t really die in real life, right? So you might just snap awake with a particularly frightening jolt.

You think when you wake up that everything is fine. That sense of fear is gone and you’re able to just breathe. But as you go about your day, you start to see images from your nightmares out of the corner of your eyes. Was that Freddie’s claws scratching against the blackboard? Did you just hear the strange clicking of alien feet against the tiles? You hope it’s in your imagination, but this is Deerington. When does anything ever stay normal?

The danger from your nightmares is definitely invading your personal space and it will try to kill you. Anyone else can see these images just as plain as day as you can and they are welcome to either sit and watch or help you fight. Whatever is trying to kill you will go down in the same manner it would have back home – that means that it could be as easy as a bullet between the eyes or it could be as complex as an intense ritual. Guess you’ll have to figure it out for yourself before it really does kill you.



Character Arrival

You can read how all characters arrive in Deerington here.

There is not a collective "all these characters showed up at the exact same moment" occurrence in Deerington. Since characters fall asleep, die, or pass out at various times throughout all their worlds, it wouldn't make too much sense if they arrived in game all at the exact same time. There should be some discrepancy between character arrival, whether by a couple minutes, hours, or even days up to a week.

The players are entirely in control of how/when they want to play their characters arriving in Deerington. For TDMs, you can play it like your character has just arrived and that can be maintained as your game canon, or you can wait until game events for that moment. Or you don't need to acknowledge it at all. The flexibility for character allows a bit more of an organic feel to the character arrival situation, so please play it to whatever feels right for you.

If you are interested in having an "arrival" introduction for one of your TDM prompts, you are more than welcome to explore that option.
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[personal profile] 1926 2019-07-05 08:14 am (UTC)(link)
I'm quite sure I'll have to be, won't I? I may be able to persuade the ice cream to think it's a different flavour if you're craving something decidedly not lobster.

[Crowley flashed a little smirk. Small miracles were harmless.]
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[personal profile] vajratna 2019-07-05 08:29 am (UTC)(link)
You know, that's actually a cool superpower.

Can you use it on other stuff? Like cough medicine?
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[personal profile] 1926 2019-07-05 11:47 am (UTC)(link)
Some feathered friends just can't be learned. Friend of mine's the same way. Just can't teach him to tidy up. [There might have been a few hidden meanings to all of that, but he wouldn't be pointing them out. Daft angel of his with his messy hair and unkempt wings. You can bring an angel into the city, but you can't make him presentable. Meanwhile, Crowley was getting a sort of not quite 'feeling' from the kid. Not really a kid, either, he supposed. But to Crowley, everyone was young. This feeling, not quite a temptation, and not quite an invasive search on the demon's part, dropped the demon's eyes to the spilled berries. A small wave of his hand and--oh. The basket in Ben's hand was full again, the spilled berries were no longer scattered.]

Nearly a month? That's a decent span of time to get to know a neighbourhood, I'd like to think. Cosy little place? [He's going to just ignore the little miracle he preformed. Nothing to see here.]

Bonkers? Well, I'm used to bonkers. Bonkers is normal. [Armageddon That Wasn't and all.] Only been here a couple days. Still not sure what to make of all this. Is it always like this?

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[personal profile] shoutymutant 2019-07-05 01:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Karkat sighs to release the tension he immediately feels at the touch. Don't ruin this, Karkat, it's nice.]

No promises, Strider.
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[personal profile] shoutymutant 2019-07-05 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I guess. It's complicated. The world I wound up on thinks of me and my friends as their creators. ...Because we are, actually, but - anyway. So I helped run the troll kingdom. Before I got here. Kind of. I did a lot of adventuring instead of kingdom business.
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[personal profile] shoutymutant 2019-07-05 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[Shit. He rakes a hand over his face; he'd almost been distracted from it.]

Someone killed a version of me once. Destroyed entire moons, with me and my friends on them. Someone evil and fucked up. He's my nightmare.

[Lord English SHOULD probably be his nightmare, but he's not. Jack destroying Prospit fucked him up. He'd never been so scared in his life, even with the threat of culling hanging over his head.]

What about you?
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[personal profile] onerthes 2019-07-05 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
I can only imagine that ruling anything would be complex. And lots of responsibilities. [Thought about that before shaking her head. Even without her memories, something felt obvious to her.]

I don't think I'd want the responsibilities, personally. I'd rather be free. Being a hero is easier than a king.
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[personal profile] 00nothing 2019-07-05 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Alex... [ he squirms a bit, but makes no overt attempt to dislodge her, and after a moment he seems to settle. tips his head back to get a look at her with something even approaching concern on his face. ]

Are you alright? Do you need to sit down? [ she may be ultimately nonthreatening but there's certainly something wrong with her, after all, even if it's something as simple as being drunk. ]
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[personal profile] laminae 2019-07-05 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Why's that worrying? A monster's a monster, regardless of what shape it is.
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[personal profile] rage_on 2019-07-05 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
...mmf. I guess you got a point.
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[personal profile] finearts 2019-07-05 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Ew, don't be tacky. ( The dirty look she's giving him is well-earned in her mind. )
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[personal profile] finearts 2019-07-05 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
So we've been kidnapped? Cool. Cool. Glad I get to cross get taken by shitty deer-people off my bucket list.

( Chances are Chloe isn't lying about the majority of it, as insane as it sounds. If there really was a way to escape, people wouldn't be staying here in the first place. The doesn't mean she isn't going to try to find her own escape. It's not like she needs Chloe's approval to do it, either. She'll find the first road she can and walk until it leads her out of town. From there, she'll get help. Fuck puking blood, Victoria will figure something out! )

How are you acting so chill about this? ( Victoria is chill, too. She's chill in a way that means she's seconds away from screaming in frustration. )
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[personal profile] finearts 2019-07-05 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
( She squints. )

...Are you high right now?

( She's been asking that a lot. It feels just a bit more justified in this case. )
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[personal profile] finearts 2019-07-06 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
( She know she needs to get over her initial disbelief. This conversation isn't going to get much further if she doubts everything he says. But it's so... hard... If he's been killed, how the hell is she talking to him?? )

Also in the 'stalked by someone evil and fucked up' club. ( If she had a drink, she'd raise it. ) He didn't destroy moons, though. He destroyed people. Destroyed... friends...
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[personal profile] unsever 2019-07-06 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ She feels stoned, honestly, so forgive her for taking a few moments to process the sight before her. Julia's hand hangs in the air, the wheels turning sluggishly until the arm begins to lower and a lazy smile creeps on her face. ]

Eliot. Hi.

[ Her hand lifts again and points at the sky when he looks up - not even noticing the slur to his words. Her normally tight-laced self is thoroughly loosened, her thoughts flowing off of her tongue with little to no filter. ]

I was gonna try to help the clouds with making some interesting shapes. But I couldn't decide what shape. Maybe a flower. Or a ship. Or a cow...

[ Hell, she isn't even sure she can do it. Either because of her powers or because of the effort it might take. Eh, she'll figure that out in a bit. ]
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[personal profile] unsever 2019-07-06 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's something to be said about arriving in a whole new town. While she wasn't a stranger to east coast living, this was a completely different level of fucked up. Pulled from her thoughts, she looks up just in time to see Quentin running across the street. An admonishment for his lack of concern for his own safety dies on the tip of her tongue, instead opting for excitement at seeing her best friend.

As soon as he's close enough and safely out of traffic, she pulls him into a tight hug. She'll help him pick up his books later - and they'll be crossing the street at the crosswalk, thank you very much. ]


Hey! It's so good to see you.

[ While she knew she wasn't alone here, it's one thing to hear it and another thing entirely to see it with her own eyes. ]
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[personal profile] volunteertomatoes 2019-07-06 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hey, if Quentin Coldwater dies from oncoming traffic, he probably deserved it. That doesn't matter--he hugs Julia as fiercely as he can, arms curling around the shorter girl protectively. It's practically a bear hug, and one he doesn't break for a solid 10 seconds. Luckily, Quentin isn't exactly a strong guy, just build broadly.

When he does break away, he's still holding onto Julia. ]


Holy shit--okay--uh, this is--I mean how long have you been here? Eliot's here, and Josh, but no one else, I mean, except you, thank God, Jules--there's some shit going down and we're all from different times, it's some serious somnomancy going on with this place, too, we're trying to figure it out, uh, what do you remember before here?

[ Give him a second, he'll compose himself soon. But he's trying. ]
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[personal profile] bigbadrose 2019-07-06 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I just thought it was... Lucifer or somethin'. Is Cade short for anything?

[A shrug.] I'm jeopardy-friendly. [Normally she's more cheerful about that, but yanno. Crying. It does mostly settle down though. Devil lies, why wouldn't a dalek? Especially not a really-real one.]

[She hiccups and nods at the last part, and follows along, but also takes his hand, just in case.]
Are you a demon too? Not a problem if you are.
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[personal profile] unsever 2019-07-06 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Look, she's bad at asking for help and even worse usually at sharing affection. She has a tendency to get in her head and then in her own way when it comes to building and retaining personal relationships. Q was just enough of a bulldozer to break through her walls constantly and not allow her to push him away for long. It was a blessing and a curse.

He also has a way with words that's jarring for anyone who might not know him. Luckily, she was something of a Q expert. She picks up the three pieces he's trying to convey and clarify, addressing them one at a time all while not pulling away. The physical contact was nice and she could focus on it as a grounding point to keep her own thoughts in line. ]


I saw Eliot, there was a whole... Don't drink the tea near the docks. Good to know Josh is here. [ This many magicians in one place will either be a good thing or a really bad thing. ] The somnomancy explains a lot and if you can get me up to speed with where you all are on the research, I can try to jump in and help. Glad to know I'm not crazy, though. I thought the lack of sleep just finally caught up with me. [ She'd really like to not feel exhausted all the time and know that her dreams aren't going to be fucked up. And as for the last point-- ]

Last thing I remember is the Fairy Queen breaking a deal to save the imprisoned fairies the McAllisters were killing for their magic and the freed fairies stabbing Edwin McAllister to death. It was... [ She grimaces slightly, shaking her head. ]
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[personal profile] tagartist 2019-07-06 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
Fourteen months to adjust and some pretty decent pot.

[ She shrugs her shoulders, going to grab a handful of berries from a bush within reaching distance and throwing them into her pail with the rest. She had come out here for a killer sale on blueberries after all. She wasn’t leaving without enough to make a damn pie for Max and Rachel like she’d planned. ]

I freaked out a lot my first month, but I think somewhere along the line you start to develop some kind of Stockholm Syndrome or whatever for the place. [ She reaches for another fistful, yanking them off the branch with a little more force than needed. She’s not entirely chill as she appears about the whole place, but when her other option is to be dead on a bathroom floor, she figures it’s maybe not so bad.

Which actually reminds her; ]
Hey, Victoria, humor me for a minute and tell me what’s the last thing you remember from home.
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[personal profile] swill 2019-07-06 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Wait, when did she take his beer?

More importantly, is he ever going to find out what it feels like to go a full 24 hours without anxiety making him want to try and dig himself a hole?]


It's Crabapple.

[Like that's not just going to make this all the more childish, but the offense is real and so's the frown and so is that sinking feeling. This is the most he's spoken to anybody in the days he'd been here.

He'd ransacked (and been booted out of) enough trinket shops to know he can't find a postcard or road atlas with enough damning evidence as to where they are.

There's only so far a knowledge of local foliage will get a guy, and all he knows is that Deerington... has a lot of deer, and no one really pulling up shotguns to ward them off.

He can feel the life just draining out of him. Again.]
You can't just tell me I fell through the looking glass. I already did that three years ago.
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[personal profile] tagartist 2019-07-06 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Chloe finishes that beer with another large gulp, placing the bottle down onto a random but with-in reach flat surface which may or may not have been someone’s display table for their homemade crafts.

Crapapple still sticks and she doesn’t even seem to acknowledge the correction because really doesn’t care that much and mostly she’s wondering whether or not she could get her hands on another beer because that was actually surprisingly good and she totally wants more. Was it hotter outside now that it had been when she left? Shit, maybe she should have gotten sunscreen...

Oh. He’s still processing. Right. ]


Sorry to disappoint, Alice. [ She reaches out to give his cheek a pat, before reaching over to grab a bottle that someone has taken their eyes off for just enough seconds for her to not be noticed. Perfect. ] The letter from Sodder tells you the deets about this particular nightmare, but you’ve gotten yourself trapped in this lame little town with the rest of us.
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[personal profile] magija 2019-07-06 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ it’s not so much that she cared about the competition, not having had any real intention on trying to win in any case. maybe the frustration lies in that she merely wanted to do something normal, to not get so tangled in magic and be cast off again for drawing trouble. maybe it comes from the familiarity of knowing the kind of playfulness that can be taken too far for the purposes of annoying her, having had a brother who was prone to doing the very same thing.

whatever her reason, she certainly doesn’t expect to actually be followed, jolting in her step briefly when she hears him race up behind her before readjusting her pace again. ]


Haven’t had enough? [ but she lets him talk, even if her eyes remain focused forward, a sigh in her breath when he provides his explanation, causing her to slow down to a gradual stop before she finally turns to face him.

rather than answering his question, she raises a brow. ]
You’re reckless with your magic. Do you always use it for pranks?
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[personal profile] swill 2019-07-06 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
How do you know I'm mad, said Alice.

[You must be, said the Cat.

His throat burns too much to take a gander at the full script, and the first quote was already low with the drone of tired frustrations. There's the very uncomfortable sensation of prickling somewhere between his mouth and the bridge of his nose and Hawkeye brings a hand to run uncaring through his hair, to rest and cover his mouth while he breathes in 4s and stares at the way the girl just leaves the bottle on a craft table.

Don't litter, he wants to say, but instead what comes out is a hot breath of]
Yeah, yeah, sweetheart. I went to school; I can read.

[Unfortunate that literacy doesn't stop insanity.

He reaches for the trash, decides he can try to keep this place beautiful the way the Brass always wanted a roaming hospital to keep Korea beautiful. His breathing's down to counts of 3s. His eyes are probably watery, given the blurred lines of everything. Or maybe the booze finally, actually hit his system.

Alcohol's a depressant, after all. Because he clearly needed the help in that front.]
Look-- no foolin'. I did this already and I lost my marbles 'cause of it.
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nine, ten, never sleep again

[personal profile] castle 2019-07-06 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ frank’s dealt with enough shit here to be at least vaguely aware that not everything is what it seems. he’s had his mind distorted, his priorities shifted, his morals reversed, all patterns that play more like games that he can’t seem to escape by not playing — not that it’s ever been his way anyway.

but he’s learned to play smarter, and maybe it’s from merely not playing alone that he’s managed to overturn the tricks no matter how consistently they come, but somehow, and perhaps sadly, he doesn’t find himself too surprised whenever they come now.

the man is suspicious for the mask that he adorns over his face, and for a time, frank wonders if he’s in his head, but he keeps his sights on him, knowing there’s never a reason to let his guard down, especially in the face of someone who appears to be carrying a — blade? he pursues him in his own stealth, carefully turning corners and trying to remain subtle in his step, when he sees the man appear to chase something, though he can’t quite catch sight of what that might be, not getting his eyes on anything physically significant along the street.

whatever it is, frank isn’t taking chances, not until he can confirm whether or not this is a threat, or another odd illusion of his own mind, but he’s thrown off his track when the man seems to stop, seemingly distracted with something in his own mind.

raising a brow when he realizes the man takes notice of him, he’s quiet for a long moment, considering himself first, before speaking. ]
According to whoever’s behind the scenes, the whole idea is that this entire shit is a dream. Chances are, your head’s getting fucked with right now.

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