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lifeaftr2019-11-11 10:50 pm
blindfoster) wrote in lifeaftr2019-11-11 10:50 pm
OPEN (plus one closed prompt)
Who: Quentin & Anyone!
What: Arrival, Creepers, Lorbies, Wandering
When: Various November dates
Where: Around and about
Warnings: Update as we go!
[ Arrival - Backdated to 11/9 ]
Quentin is so done with the ocean. So. Done.
He's done enough that he's made it ashore and is currently protesting the entirety of everything by doing his best impression of a body that had washed up on the sand, flat on his back, staring up at the sky like he can assign blame here. He can't. He definitely can't. Skies usually don't have a lot to do with the nonsense that happens in his life.
More often than not it's the more screwed up parts of Faerie and politics. He does remember something, maybe, some half-remembered dream, that he must have had when he--
But that's a thought, and Quentin sits up with a jerk. However he wound up in the state of castaway, he hadn't been alone. He'd been in the Duchy of Ships, with the others. With the Luidaeg and Tybalt and Dean and-- "Toby!?" He looks around more seriously now. Bright sun. Not the Summerlands. That's about where he realizes he needs to focus. Anyone watching will see a young man with sharply pointed ears and elfin features mutter a quick nonsense snippet of lyrics, and all at once his features shift subtly, looking entirely human. Totally subtle, of course. Nothing to see here.
He rises to his feet now and tries to brush off the sand, looking around. If he catches sight of anyone, he'll call out, tentative, "Umm... hello?"
[ Creepers - 11/11 ]
The creepers catch his attention, and Quentin realizes that maybe he shouldn't follow something he doesn't really recognize. But maybe he's spent too much time as a squire to one (1) October Daye for the good of his self preservation At least he's smart enough to follow it at a distance.
Exceptionally lucky when the thing goes and explodes, leaving a startled Quentin squawking and scrambling back. "Oak and ash, what was that?!"
This place is crazier than anywhere he's been, and that is saying something.
[ (CLOSED TO AZIRAPHALE)What the actual fuck Lorbies - 11/15 ]
After meeting things that explode, well, Quentin is wary of the local fauna. But the lorbies, well, they seem harmless.
Harmless but loud. He's wincing even as he crouches to scoop a couple up. How to make hem quiet??
He's wearing his human disguise, though he's starting to think there isn't any reason for it. But so many people here are human looking, old habits die hard. And the person he's approaching looks human. ...honestly he looks like some of the stuffier faculty that he's seen hanging around Berkley when they've visited Walther. Hi Aziraphale, here is a teenager approaching you with creepy screaming wormy things. "Do you know what they want? They won't stop screaming."
Help him, mister?
[ Wildcard ]
Feel free to find Quentin basically anywhere. He will roam. And need help settling in. Or catch me at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
seasided if you'd like to plan something out.
What: Arrival, Creepers, Lorbies, Wandering
When: Various November dates
Where: Around and about
Warnings: Update as we go!
[ Arrival - Backdated to 11/9 ]
Quentin is so done with the ocean. So. Done.
He's done enough that he's made it ashore and is currently protesting the entirety of everything by doing his best impression of a body that had washed up on the sand, flat on his back, staring up at the sky like he can assign blame here. He can't. He definitely can't. Skies usually don't have a lot to do with the nonsense that happens in his life.
More often than not it's the more screwed up parts of Faerie and politics. He does remember something, maybe, some half-remembered dream, that he must have had when he--
But that's a thought, and Quentin sits up with a jerk. However he wound up in the state of castaway, he hadn't been alone. He'd been in the Duchy of Ships, with the others. With the Luidaeg and Tybalt and Dean and-- "Toby!?" He looks around more seriously now. Bright sun. Not the Summerlands. That's about where he realizes he needs to focus. Anyone watching will see a young man with sharply pointed ears and elfin features mutter a quick nonsense snippet of lyrics, and all at once his features shift subtly, looking entirely human. Totally subtle, of course. Nothing to see here.
He rises to his feet now and tries to brush off the sand, looking around. If he catches sight of anyone, he'll call out, tentative, "Umm... hello?"
[ Creepers - 11/11 ]
The creepers catch his attention, and Quentin realizes that maybe he shouldn't follow something he doesn't really recognize. But maybe he's spent too much time as a squire to one (1) October Daye for the good of his self preservation At least he's smart enough to follow it at a distance.
Exceptionally lucky when the thing goes and explodes, leaving a startled Quentin squawking and scrambling back. "Oak and ash, what was that?!"
This place is crazier than anywhere he's been, and that is saying something.
[ (CLOSED TO AZIRAPHALE)
After meeting things that explode, well, Quentin is wary of the local fauna. But the lorbies, well, they seem harmless.
Harmless but loud. He's wincing even as he crouches to scoop a couple up. How to make hem quiet??
He's wearing his human disguise, though he's starting to think there isn't any reason for it. But so many people here are human looking, old habits die hard. And the person he's approaching looks human. ...honestly he looks like some of the stuffier faculty that he's seen hanging around Berkley when they've visited Walther. Hi Aziraphale, here is a teenager approaching you with creepy screaming wormy things. "Do you know what they want? They won't stop screaming."
Help him, mister?
[ Wildcard ]
Feel free to find Quentin basically anywhere. He will roam. And need help settling in. Or catch me at
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But this place gets stranger with every moment. "I'll stay away too. I'd rather not get sucked into a black hole. I think that's probably even below getting exploded." Why does he have to rank those two ways to die? "This is really helpful. All the info, I mean." Close to a thank you, close as he can come.
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He taps the sicker half hidden by the edge of his coat. It looks like it just came from the sea. The blade and handle are slick with sea water and fashioned from all sorts of sea life and materials. “Anyways yeah, this place bends all the rules. There’s worse than the black holes.” He makes a face at that.
He doesn’t want to tell him. He really doesn’t. “There’s an elevator with a flesh inside that randomly kidnaps people and takes them up into the sky.” Keith sighs. “If you don’t believe me, just keep an ear out for elevator music. I’m not joking. Damn thing swallowed my second’s cow while he was here and we chased it all over the dam island. It coughed up the cow and swallowed me.”
He swipes at his sides as if he were getting rid of slime. “Coughed me up outside of a school of sharks. Had to swim back to shore.”
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But then Keith is saying more things that probably shouldn't make any actual sense, but this place, well, apparently it doesn't follow rules like any sensible place, human or faerie or otherwise. "You got swallowed by a flesh elevator. And spit out in the ocean. ...and your friend has a cow."
A slow nod. "Does that elevator thing happen a lot? Because I'd really like to never see that ever."
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He looks up across the water as he adds. “He might come back. He might not. He might remember and he might not.” Just like he said in the dream realm with the same tiredness in his expression. “The other biggest danger is these things that roll up any organic matter they can find. Plants, people, animals. That’s all they do. Endlessly rolling things up. We can’t destroy them when touching them kills you instead.”
He has a theory and he decides to voice it. “I’ve been thinking if I could get a bike or something that works luring them into the area of a black hole.”