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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.
redrighthanded: (destiny; the great beast)

[personal profile] redrighthanded 2019-07-07 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
Hellboy doesn't mind the curiosity -- at least it's honest. Which is more than can be said about most things in this place, if the kid's assessment is correct.

He rolls his fingers again, soft sounds of stone grating on stone, moving a little slower and letting the kid watch this time. He's in a generous mood, or at least happy to go along with whatever shit gets thrown at him. Might not end up mattering anyway in the scheme of things.

So he's ok with answering the kid's questions, though the same enquiries from practically anyone else in any other circumstances might have earned them a withering glare. At best.

"No, yes kind of, and what do you think happens if I punch someone with it?"
timeriffs: (Default)

[personal profile] timeriffs 2019-07-07 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Fortunately for her, Dave doesn't offer her his hand to shake, keeping hers safe from a dose of heat in her future.]

Dave. Pretty underwhelming for a chef's name, really, but I can come up with some sick nickname to really sell who I am. "Dave: the Ass-blast Conte."
onerthes: (01)

[personal profile] onerthes 2019-07-07 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
[If only she knew, she'd be quite grateful.]

Vira-Lorr. A pleasure to meet you, and why not give yourself a grand nickname? Makes the victory better wouldn't you agree? What will you do with your winnings?
laminae: (eyy mushroom)

[personal profile] laminae 2019-07-07 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
He appreciates not getting brushed off or scolded for the invasive questions. Tact isn't his strong suit, and not solely because he's an idiot like most adolescents at this age.

He's utterly fascinated - excited, even - as he watches. "I wanna say their head would explode, buuut realistically I'm guessing their face would get smashed in." The morbidity of that guess doesn't deter him. "Which is still cool. Doubt many people could pack that much of a punch."
rage_on: (Oh c'mon)

[personal profile] rage_on 2019-07-07 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
All right! I get it! Drop it already!
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[personal profile] swill 2019-07-07 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
Hm.

[Not that he's feeling himself weigh heavy, but he is... subdued. Not dulled. He can go another round, he swears it (he thinks it). But today has done its job and even gone above and beyond the call of duty, and Hawkeye figures he can rest easy if only until the other foot drops.

Her grin (the damn tease) is making any gentlemanly notion difficult to conjure and it's just about the right time for him to become hyper aware to the fact she's sitting in his lap.]
'Take advantage'? [In mock offense, of course.] No, no, you think I'm lout when I'm really only a cad. [And if he leans in for another kiss...?]

Walk you home?
shoplifter: (Default)

Arrival ey eyyyyy

[personal profile] shoplifter 2019-07-07 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
[There are still things in the house that have Logan's lingering scent on them. In a way it's a comfort, even if things had been complicated — even if her life had been complicated, and left her relationship with her father a very short and tangled web. Either way, she thinks the town's playing tricks with her mind when she catches whiff of a scent that is suspiciously like Logan's. Close, very close — not an exact match, but deja vu nonetheless.

She's just left a store in-town when she caught the smell, and despite learning to be realistic about this town and — well, about life in general — she cannot help but follow the possibility of good news (good news to her; to Logan, she thinks, maybe not so much). If Logan feels eyes on him when he leaves that house with that comfortable bed, it's definitely not in his imagination; Laura's peering from up in the nearest tree, and she's eyeing him with some skepticism.

Luckily, this one isn't a clone hellbent on revenge for Logan's involvement in her existence.

She's also younger and shorter, with about twenty bucks of stolen candy in her backpack.]
bigbadrose: (Bad wolf flirty)

[personal profile] bigbadrose 2019-07-07 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Hums and kisses!] Sounds good.

And when I give you a handshake at the door, I'll say, "Thank you for a lovely time, today, Doctor." [More kisses.] "Will I see you around, or are you like the wind?" Or maybe just a loose hound. [Butterfly kisses his cheek.] To track you down, just call the local pound?
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[personal profile] lacivious 2019-07-07 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Maggie glares at her. Oh, the nerve. Hmph!]

Oh, please. I haven't seen my "mommy and daddy" in years. They could be dead for all I know. 

[But does she care. Yes, actually. But she's grown accustomed to the crippling reality that it's just a lost cause to even hope to look for them. Ah, the struggles of living in a universe wide dictatorship. Thanks, TITAN. Very cool.]


Fine, if you don't want to believe me then don't. But when you're in some alleyway hallucinating and drugged up out of your mind, I'll be the first one to say I told ya so. [She smirks.] That is, if you don't die your first month. People have a strange habit of doing that. Especially oldies like you.
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[personal profile] endlessflask 2019-07-07 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ She must be high as fuck. At least, Eliot’s been high enough to be acting the way Julia is now, so he just assumes that’s it.

He keeps squinting at the clouds.
]

They just. Look like blobs. Cloud shapes. They’re shaped the way clouds should look.

[ Jesus Christ. Is there something in the air? ]

-Hey. You seen Quentin?
swill: poppyapples.dw (ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ sʜᴏᴜᴛ)

mood

[personal profile] swill 2019-07-07 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Shame that their attentions are divided; there's something to say about two heads being better than one. But it's for the best, Hawkeye will try to reason at a later time, because if he'd pulled himself out of his Stupidity (capitalized, yes) long enough to take honest stock of the blond kid's age he's not sure he wouldn't have made like a deer in headlights.

It's different, he's screaming at himself right now. His hands can't work as sure or as quick-- where's Margaret, where's the nurses, where's Beej, the Colonel--

why the ever-living Hell does he have to be alone in this?]
You don't know about the hospital. [That's a muttering onto himself, and a prayer from Hawkeye Pierce to whatever Sleepers are supposed to pray to. So much for Plan B, right? So much for helping the one with the shot-to-shit-belly live?

He's not God. He's some moron trying to stop bleeding in a guy who's just about all bled out. What language did their friend speak? He didn't know. He didn't know what languages the other guy was speaking, either, save for French.]
Why don't you ask him? But don't.

[A glance. Concern.] But don't hurt 'im. [--ah, fuck.] Not if he won't you. [Because this feels enough like a nightmare that it might just be one. One of those kinds where you're half-ways still in control of yourself?] Look, I think this is my faul-- I'm dreaming? I think I'm dreaming. What the hell do I know about this sh I think you're safe, bub. [--] Especially so if you can wake me up before the carpet bombing.
00nothing: (Tʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ ɪᴛ·s ɢᴇɴᴇᴛɪᴄ)

[personal profile] 00nothing 2019-07-07 08:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ alex's eyes finally, briefly, drag away from the man with the gun to give hawkeye a sharply disbelieving look at being told not to hurt him. ] He has a gun. [ he may not understand much about the situation unfolding in front of him, but he understands that much, and the moment he's edged close enough to act he does.

his next step forward is an explosive motion that places himself fully between the two men, and while one hand comes up to grab for the gun he other brings something that looks like an asthma inhaler up directly into the man's face and presses down on it. the man drops like a marionette with broken strings a second later, and alex steps carefully over his prone body with the newly claimed gun in hand and crouches down next to hawkeye. ]


How do I go about waking you, then? [ alex asks with a sigh that borders between disbelief and exasperation, hands working quickly to disassemble the gun as he speaks. ] And how much time do we have before the carpet bombing?
killcounting: (☠ 279)

[personal profile] killcounting 2019-07-07 08:47 am (UTC)(link)
[What would Mack think of her table manners now?

But then, Mack's dead and has been for a while like so many others. Like Addy, he'd begun to fear. How could he not? That's just how these things go, when you don't hear from someone in a while--especially after they jump off a fucking cliff. Happy reunions are more rare than blue skin these days.

Another thing almost as rare--an actual laugh, and a healthy one, bubbling up out of him as she hugs him and he hugs her back, no matter that the z-whacker and his rifle and all the other assorted weapons between them make such PDA a bit of an awkward business.

Damn, is he glad she's not a less literal pancake at the bottom of a cliff. Even Murphyfied, it's still Addy.

Weathering the punch, he holds onto her shoulders, taking stock of her. As much as it kills him to have to be the rain on the parade, he shakes his head.]


No. Just me.

[But the most important thing--]

But you are.

[If Warren or Doc were here, they'd care more about that fun fact after years of only Lucy's secondhand news to go off of. And then Lucy, too, had been gone.]
swill: poppyapples.dw (sʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀs)

[personal profile] swill 2019-07-07 09:11 am (UTC)(link)
[A gun? Why gee willikers, and here Hawkeye had had no idea

he grits his teeth some, winces, and only has enough time to (try) to school himself not to flinch like a farm kid on the front lines when Blondie makes his big move. Instinct has him hunch his shoulders, lean what he can of his rangy body over the flesh-hole of this one dying sucker (yeah, definitely dying. shouldn't be long now, really. everything that oughta be pumping away steadily is slowing, slowing--) as if contamination was a threat.

To be perfectly fair, there's nothing saying that it isn't.

All Hawkeye can hear is movement and a thud, a sack of meat hitting floor, and]
Is he-- why did you--

[Made perfect sense.

It's Stupid, how much it hurts and how much his throat constricts at common sense consequences. And yes, Stupid must be capitalized.]
I-- I. [Give him a swift kick in the ego, why don't ya, and just start clucking.]

I don't know; I'm just a dumb doctor, they don't teach us how to think. [How to knock out, disarm, disassemble, how to bring the Korean war theater to Deerington, Maine.

He hates this waiting game of warm turning lukewarm under his palms, but he'll deal so long as the skin on the body (that's what it is by this point, anyway, so there's no need to bother with Worry and Words and Names, he tries to tell himself) gets tighter, clammier. Like a vulture, but it's old news to be one, and Hawkeye lets out a frustrated noise of his own- short and one step removed from a yelp. Pained.]
I don't know, okay? I just said it. I don't-- I don't

[Shoot him, please, really, truly, honestly, if he brings carpet bombing to Deerington, Maine.] Is he going to be okay? Are you?
00nothing: (I ᴡᴏᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴍʏ sʜᴏᴇs ᴀɢᴀɪɴ)

hawkeye u seem like ur having a rough time

[personal profile] 00nothing 2019-07-07 10:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ alex sighs again as he sets aside each newly detached piece of the gun, but this time the sound is simply resigned. this guy is clearly having a rough time of things but while alex is perfectly capable of disarming an unsuspecting adult, of using smithers' tools to his advantage, he's honestly not equipped to handle this... this breakdown currently happening in front of him.

he's not so sure his personal method of dealing with panic and fear- 'set fire to the thing bothering you and run' -would be at all welcome or appropriate here. ]
He's just unconscious. He'll wake up in a bit with a headache, but that'll be the worst of it.

[ alex pointedly doesn't mention himself. between the swathe of bandages visible through the loose collar of his shirt and the ankle brace, it's all too obvious to anyone with eyes that he isn't, but they're hardly a pressing concern either. if he can fight off kidnappers with a gunshot wound, he can handle whatever this is with a few burns and a fractured ankle.

if he can get any sort of straight answer out of this guy, at least. ]
Forget about the bombs for a minute, focus on what you and I can do something about now. What's the first step? What do you need?
mypartnerintime: (Kiss me!)

III! AHHHHHH Hello hello! I meant to tag this ages ago but work destroyed me...

[personal profile] mypartnerintime 2019-07-07 10:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Her dreams have been absolute nightmares lately. It isn't even the kind of horror you can take one look at and know things are wrong - it's the slow, creeping kind, that builds up to a terrible point you only figure out an hour after you've woken up. Especially when she starts to see the little signs of it peppered all over her daily life. Old newspapers from October 11th. An high-end digital camera. A small, malicious laugh from somewhere behind her.

And now Victoria Chase.

Max is used to sleeplessness. When the dreams get too bad and she can't bring herself to close her eyes anymore, she made her way to the diner for something to keep the bad dreams away. Black coffee, as hot as possible, to burn her tongue and snap her out of this paranoia.

Except there's already a woman in her usual booth. Shot blonde hair, fancy clothes... and Max can already hear her sharp voice in her head, even as Victoria snoozes quietly. It brings back a lot of bad memories. It makes her angry. Very. Angry.

But she can't leave her alone. Not in Deerington.]
...Victoria?

[A lot of things happen all at once - Max stumbles back at Victoria's scream, and it takes her a full second to even realize her shirt is now drenched in coffee. Her face falls as she does, eyes narrowing in annoyance, mouth pressed into a line. This is going great already. Super.]
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[personal profile] magija 2019-07-07 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ because when enough people deem you a monster, you start to consider that maybe magic isn’t always as beneficial as you’d think it to be.

she could continue to walk away, possibly, but it doesn’t change the fact that he can use magic, and though wanda’s already come to meet a few more in this town that can conjure it, it’s still intriguing to her to find someone who can, even if her current expression contradicts that feeling. but at the very least, it’s enough to keep her here listening to him.

with her arms crossed over, she sighs, a squint in her gaze, but soon it softens when he uses that word — witch.

she had never actually considered herself a witch before coming here, not until lilith informed her of the possibility that she could be one. and the more she hears it out of other mouths, the more she believes it could actually be true. ]


You’re a witch? [ some of the annoyance seems to disappear from her tone now, a rise in interest evident now as she keeps her eyes forward towards him in her curiosity. with a sigh, the tension in her shoulders loosen, teeth nipping at the inner part of her lip. ] Well, it wasn’t a very good first impression you put on out there. [ because, damn it, she could still be mad! ] But ... but I’m not actually upset.

[ she shrugs, eyes softening. ] I don’t actually meet a lot of people who could use magic either. But there’s a few here.
redrighthanded: (casual; yeah say that again)

[personal profile] redrighthanded 2019-07-07 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
It's strangely gratifying to be referred to as "cool", even if it's for a part of him that Hellboy still hasn't entirely made peace with.

"That's about right," he replies, grinning. He points his fork at Fern and winks. "So don't mess with me."
laminae: (sorry dude)

[personal profile] laminae 2019-07-07 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Ha ha, sour grapes, man.
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[personal profile] laminae 2019-07-07 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Fern is a simple creature of simple tastes, and most of those tastes happen to involve fighting and weaponry.

"Hey man, I'm not a pushover," he says cheerfully. "I've fought loads of stuff back home."
howlett: (shadowy3)

a familiar face! <3

[personal profile] howlett 2019-07-07 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[He hadn’t been long in the more populated districts of this unnerving little town when Logan decided this was some kind of game. An illusion maybe. A mind trick. An inter-dimensional joke. Ok, so he had more theories than answers. Whatever it was, he didn’t plan on sticking around. For now he’d headed towards main street with every intention of keeping to the back lanes, and lesser used paths, but these people took less consideration of a stranger than he’d thought they might. Some festival that stunk of seafood and funnel cakes made it easier than expected to to get lost in a crowd.

Everything here made him feel like he was being watched. That was a sensation he hadn’t shaken since he first held that ID card. That pervasive sense of being a mouse in a maze only intensified when one of these strangers laid eyes right on him. So who the hell was watching him now?

It was impossible not to imagine the thing in the cellar. The thing he’d dreamed in the cellar, Logan reminded himself. A thing there was no proof of actually existing. But if it did. Better it followed him back into the trees than into the centre of town.]
redrighthanded: (smoke; light up)

[personal profile] redrighthanded 2019-07-07 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Hellboy saws off another chunk from his stack of pancakes and sticks it in his mouth. He eyes Fern's apparently untouched coffee.

"Like what?" He asks, genuinely curious, around a mouthful of blueberries. The kid doesn't exactly look the brawler type -- then again, he did say he was made out of swords. Swords and grass, apparently.
volunteertomatoes: <user name="beticons" site="insanejournal.com"> (in this town)

[personal profile] volunteertomatoes 2019-07-07 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Okay. Okay, that's something to work with--they're all roughly around the same time. He can fill her in later with more details, but right now? It's Julia fucking Wicker, supreme hedge witch, Our Lady of the Tree, and his best goddamn friend.

Quentin hugs her again, mostly for himself. He's worried she's going to turn a corner and disappear, if he's being honest with himself. ]


Um. I'm really fucking glad you're here, Jules.

[ His smile is small, reluctant. He's still quiet moody kid that Julia first befriended on the playground because she couldn't take no for an answer. ]

Vodka gibson? We've got one hell of a bar at home.
variantcover: (rooftop)

[personal profile] variantcover 2019-07-07 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
New York.

Well, LA more recently, but New York born and bred.
timeriffs: (Stoic - Stoic)

[personal profile] timeriffs 2019-07-07 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[He stares at her for a moment, judges she's being serious, and sighs.]

Wow. And here I was thinking my monsters sounded dumb as fuck, but along comes someone talking about some chef's nightmare. At least billiard balls are creepier than whisks.

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