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Entry tags:
- coco: héctor rivera,
- critical role: beauregard,
- critical role: mollymauk tealeaf,
- critical role: yasha nydoorin,
- dear evan hansen: connor murphy,
- final fantasy ix: zidane tribal,
- final fantasy xv: ardyn izunia,
- final fantasy xv: ignis scientia,
- fragile dreams: ren,
- hollow knight: the knight,
- hyper light drifter: the drifter,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- marvel: bucky barnes,
- mass effect: commander shepard,
- mass effect: legion,
- mushi-shi: ginko,
- original: chip abaroa,
- original: erika fisher,
- original: mira delacroix,
- pokemon sun & moon: guzma,
- red vs. blue: agent washington,
- red vs. blue: leonard church (alpha),
- tales of vesperia: alexei dinoia,
- the adventure zone: kravitz,
- the good place: michael,
- undertale: asgore dreemurr,
- voltron: takashi shirogane,
- ✖ critical role: jester lavorre,
- ✖ drakengard: two,
- ✖ fullmetal alchemist: edward elric,
- ✖ homestuck: marvus xoloto,
- ✖ kamen rider: sakuya tachibana,
- ✖ magnus archives: jonathan sims,
- ✖ my hero academia: izuku midoriya,
- ✖ okami: amaterasu,
- ✖ overwatch: genji shimada,
- ✖ pokemon sun & moon: lillie,
- ✖ red vs. blue: agent maine,
- ✖ red vs. blue: agent texas,
- ✖ rwby: pyrrha nikos,
- ✖ shadowrun: gobbet,
- ✖ tales of vesperia: yeager
May Adventure: I Want to Go Where Everyone Goes
NEW ISLAND: IO
Who: Everyone!
What: Io appears!
When: May 10th and onward
Where: Io
Warnings: The possibility of drug use and alcohol may come up. Otherwise, tag as you go!
What: Io appears!
When: May 10th and onward
Where: Io
Warnings: The possibility of drug use and alcohol may come up. Otherwise, tag as you go!
Things Are Shaping Up to Be Pretty Odd
As of May 10th, the mana pools on Ensō and its islets will now allow for travel to Io. Though you could always opt for sailing, if you wanted. As we mentioned on the island's introductory post, no exploration is necessary! The island is small enough and easily traversed, and with a minimum of dangers, you have plenty of time to visit each of Io's six draws.
The temple is the easiest place to get in touch with the local avatar, though you can contact them just as easily by striking up a conversation with just about any honeybee you see in the vicinity. The lazy drone of them can be heard all over the island, though they're quite complacent, and not at all prone to disturbing adventurers. The temple itself is twined with grapevines and smothered with inlays of rubies, proud and sparkling. Inside, it smells of honey and wine, and seems to exhibit a naturally contented glow. Just outside, numerous fruit trees sprout all about the temple's courtyard, to be sampled at your leisure.
The bathhouses are located just south of the temple, and are prime locations for some rest and relaxation. Bathe, swim, take a spa day! There are innumerable rooms to do exactly that, and more space than be reasonably filled by some sixty-or-seventy people.
For those less keen on mind-altering substances, the tea gardens are a far safer bet. They practically emanate tranquility, with their soft paper lanterns, thickets of tea trees, and a tea room with a seemingly endless supply of every supplement to your drink that you could ask for. And if none of the teabags or tea leaves in there suit your preference, you're free to wander about the gardens yourself and sample whatever you like.
The Honeycomb at the island's heart is much more akin to a play structure or jungle gym than anything else, but its interlocking passageways and erratic, hexagonal architecture aren't for nothing. It's an ideal spot for play or exercise, if you're into that kind of thing - or for getting positively sick on honey sticks.
The campsites ensure that you don't truly have to depart from Io, if you don't want to. Tents full of chairs and cushions and blankets make it a wonderful place to spend the night if you're so inclined, and the lockers full of food and drink are assurances that you won't go hungry. And with all these massive bonfires and firework cannons, why would you ever want to leave?
Welcome to the island of Io! Please, enjoy your stay and make full use of this island's many faculties! For further information in regards to the island, or plotting, the following links may prove handy:
[ ♆ ] OOC info and introductory post
[ ♆ ] Io on the Locations page
( CODED BY BOOTYCALL )
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[Just so what he's about to say next isn't super weird.]
Anyway. Dad energy is when you want someone to be your dad. Daddy energy is when you want someone to [Connor, please don't make a pun.] bone down with you.
[You can't define slang terms eith other slang terms! This is why people frequently regret talking to you!]
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[Should he be surprised? Not really. He actually really shouldn't be surprised at all. And yet, he sure does regret asking. Just like he knew he would.]
Those two things sound way too similar. Someone could be talking about one and actually be referring to the other. Doesn't that get confusing, and not in a good way?
[Belatedly, he pulls out his tin of cigarettes and lights one up.]
But - yes. Go ahead and smoke.
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[The entire time Connor's been saying this, he's been rummaging around in his bag looking for . . . Something. Whatever it was, it probably wasn't the apple he pulls out and stares at.]
. . . That's a bad omen from the universe. That has to be a bad omen, right?
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[He now knows all about what "daddy" means and he never needed to know this, but he sure does know this now. At least he won't ever be calling himself "daddy" in front of someone? That's a good thing, right?]
[He glances at the apple, frowns.]
Are there apple trees on Ensō, or did you get that from here?
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[The way he's describing this sounds so sketchy without the context of why he thinks apples are bad omens. To him, an apple of all things reappearing in his bag after he's pretty sure he threw it into the ocean is just . . . not great. Apples never mean anything good. Granted, in reality the apple probably fell into his bag while he was sketching and it's not the same apple.
That logic doesn't strictly apply when you know a hallucination or three that would put an apple in your bag and there's currently multiple kinds of hallucinogens in there.]
Also don't worry, you have too much dad energy for me to ever seriously hit on you.
[Connor is 70% sure Tim is ace too but he's not about to go saying that out loud. Connor won't even properly come out to people, it would be hypocritical to expect anybody else to have it more together.]
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[Thank you for that, Connor. That was terrifying, and thank you. He doesn't know what a yote is either, and he's learned not to ask. Presumably it means he threw it. That sounds like what it means, based on context.]
What's wrong with apples? [He says this because he was seriously considering getting an apple tree for the sole purpose of making cider for Denny.] I mean, are they...are you allergic or anything? Apple fall on you when you were a kid?
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No, you know. Adam and Eve, the forbidden fruit. Snow White and her choking to death on an apple. They're just bad luck.
[Connor says this too breezily for it to be the real reason. It's the difference between when he just rattles off facts he remembers and when he lets some kind of factoid about his family drop into a conversation.
This is a lie designed to be forgotten, once he's told it. He already knows that if he lies solidly enough, nobody questions him. The problem here is that the quick turn of the answer doesn't match the way his hands are trembling.]
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[Proceed carefully. Carefully.]
What about cider?
[Start with what's practical. With what's easily addressed.]
Anything wrong with that?
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[Connor Murphy Memorial Orchard.]
I don't really give a shit about hard cider, though? It's just apple juice with alcohol in it and if I wanted that, I could've mixed it myself.
[Well. That and he's never really liked drinking to begin with. It's actually not a great mix with his depression.]
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[Asgore and I. Sounds so official. It's weird, and he doesn't like thinking about it.]
Are you okay? [That's...probably the worst way to breach the topic imaginable, but if he doesn't push it now, he's pretty sure it's just gonna slip away uncommented upon.]
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[Connor tosses the apple back into his bag. He'd throw it somewhere but it might hit someone and that's no good.]
Apples are probably gonna be a bitch to grow though. They need a freeze to fruit and it's always summer here.
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[So he won't have to worry about steering clear of Denny thanks to apple trees in the vicinity. Or Tim's house, though...he doesn't think Connor's ever actually been to the house he shares with the kids. This is probably for the best, given who he lives with.]
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[Gee, Connor. Why do you know so much about planting apples if you don't like them?]
I can draw you a diagram, if you want.
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[Still stepping around the topic itself. Doesn't want to attack it directly, because he knows from experience that he shouldn't be making that attempt. He's not any good at that. He's learned.]
cw: suicide talk
[Connor looks away, crossing his arms. It's defensive and awkward, like he knows it seems rude but he can't stop himself.]
. . . There was an orchard, once. They rebuilt it or someshit after I offed myself and named it after me.
[It's not that he doesn't like apples, exactly. It's that they're tainted now. They're a promise of something that doesn't exist. They're just a reminder that he's better off dead than alive. That you can do more good buried than trying your hardest.]
I don't even fucking know them. Who gave them the right to say that - who gave them the right to make this shit mine?
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[He doesn't know the full story. He knows enough. He knows that Connor's story didn't end when he chose for it to, which is the one thing you're supposed to be in full control of - when you leave the world, and what the last memories of you are.]
You don't...were you known for...liking trees, or...?
[You can probably grasp the dubious uncertainty in Tim's voice - the fact that he already suspects that the answer there is an emphatic No.]
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[So yeah. Big no on that one, which is somewhat ironic given that he spends most of his time in and around trees here. It was never that he didn't like trees, it was just that nobody actually knew anything about him.
Except Miguel. That's a different story, though.]
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[His name was just slapped along the front, like that would be enough to pay tribute. A kid who grows up the freak suddenly has an incredible number of people who give a fuck, postmortem, when it's too late for any of that caring to matter.]
[Well, he can see why someone might hate orchards for that, on principle.]
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[It's never about what he wants. All he ever wanted was -]
The only thing I ever wanted was the one thing I couldn't have.
[That's not exactly true. It's the one thing he wouldn't let himself have, but saying that is too much information. It's too easy to figure out what it was he wanted, instead of a more easily deniable thing. Something where the other person will fill in the blank and he can just agree with whatever they've said.]
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[Or did he...see it some other way? Glimpsed through a window of memories or visions into a future that just...wasn't ever going to be his? Tim doesn't want to guess, but he knows for a fact that he met Evan here, on these islands, even if it felt like forever ago.]
[His understanding of linear time is a bit warped, though.]
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[Is he maybe mad about the apples for Multiple Reasons? Yeah, actually but this is a fury that feels new and weird because he's never had a real reason to be angry about it until he realized that the thing keeping him from what he wants is a thing that he wasn't even mad about until it was keeping him from actually living his own damn life.]
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I just remember that you had his letter, right? What'd he do? [He can guess - can guess that he must've done something postmortem to take advantage of that fact, but he doesn't know the full extent of it, and it doesn't sound like anything good.]
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[Also he's like 85% sure Evan's dating? His sister? 100% he doesn't want to think about it. That's just fucked up.]
So you know. Replacement son, put my fucking name on something so they look like good parents, whatever. Just . . . dead and done.
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What the fuck. [He doesn't sound surprised. Just - disgusted. His brow crimps downward into a scowl, setting his teeth.]
And people let them do it?
[Who's he kidding? Of course they let them.]
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[The thing about Connor is he remembers what it's like to be . . . not poor, exactly. They always had food and he doesn't think they were ever in danger of losing the house. But he does remember being not-rich. He remembers wearing thrift store clothes and eating box mac and cheese because that's what they could afford. He remembers the cats under the porch and not always getting everything he wanted, but feeling like he had a family.
The new money look doesn't sit well on Connor like it does on the rest of his family. Maybe it would've eventually, if he hadn't gotten himself kicked out of Hanover, but he doubts it.]
You can get away with anything, as long as you have enough money to pay for it.
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