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Entry tags:
- #plot post,
- abbey bominable (monster high),
- armin arlert (attack on titan),
- asbel lhant (tales of graces),
- aurican (dragonlance),
- caesar saladberg (suikoden iii),
- carol (baccano!),
- caspian (narnia),
- christopher de red (baccano!),
- collette "please" (animorphs),
- dick grayson (dc comics),
- ellie (the last of us),
- francœur (a monster in paris),
- ico "von viking" (ico: citm),
- jaime reyes (dc comics),
- jesse pinkman (breaking bad),
- kaede kaburagi (tiger & bunny),
- kang (dragonlance),
- kate "candy" kane (dc comics),
- koujaku (dramatical murder),
- lloyd irving (tales of symphonia),
- mahdi clare (original),
- mike ehrmantraut (breaking bad),
- nathan summers (marvel 616),
- peter rumancek (hemlock grove),
- saul goodman (breaking bad),
- sheryl nome (macross frontier),
- skyler white (breaking bad),
- soldier blue (toward the terra)
( open ) happy moonsgiving, everyone! (forward dated to 11/15)
Date & Time: All Day, November 15th, 3313
Location: Focused centrally on the Moon Base Cafeteria.
Characters: Any and all!
Summary: It's a feast on the moon under the guise of being a new sort of Thanksgiving! Food, drink, merriment, food comas... lend a helping hand, fill a few plates of goodies, and meet friends new and old!
Warnings: None right now. Please PM this account should anything go beyond a "my grandmother is also reading this and that is okay" level of appropriate.
Notes: Tag in action or prose, and please specify a time of day, location, or activity your character is participating in! (Set-up, the feast, clean up, etc.) Feel free to offer multiple prompts, as your heart desires! Also, Collette is asking for people to write something they're thankful for on butchers paper on the wall before getting their first plate of food. This is 100% optional!
In the morning, the setting up begins. It's hard to say what's a morning versus what isn't on the moon, but using the lighting system as a sort of guide, those who offered to help set up the feast or continue on with the cooking will all be there bright and early.
After things are cleaned, the cooking continues on while further set up of plateware and silverware and hard to break glasses are left to those helping hands with a mind for arrangement details. The whole of one section has been converted into a sort of buffet-style lineup, waiting for the dishes to be complete and set at ready. All varieties of the usual dietary fare have been offered, some in greater quantities than others.
Then comes the time where people stopping by or trickling in aren't just turned around or co-opted into assisting; it's feast time, though not before an announcement that each person getting a plate of food must write at least one thing they're thankful for on a large sheet of butcher paper taped up to the wall. There's a variety of colored markers and pens provided, from someone's personal (and eclectic) collection. It's a soft price to pay for free food and plenty of it!
When the feasting has wound down, so begins the clean up. Tired, drunk, well fed, over fed, or simply content, people will be shuffled out or dragged into helping turn the cafeteria back into working, normal form. What decorations were added will need collecting (or stealing), plates and dishes and cooking implements and pots and pans will need washing, and floors a good sweeping and waterless mopping before things are all back in order. Leftovers, if there are any, will need to be placed in sealable containers and put into refrigeration.
And then, blissfully unaware of anything impending on the horizon, to bed, or different haunts, for the night.
Location: Focused centrally on the Moon Base Cafeteria.
Characters: Any and all!
Summary: It's a feast on the moon under the guise of being a new sort of Thanksgiving! Food, drink, merriment, food comas... lend a helping hand, fill a few plates of goodies, and meet friends new and old!
Warnings: None right now. Please PM this account should anything go beyond a "my grandmother is also reading this and that is okay" level of appropriate.
Notes: Tag in action or prose, and please specify a time of day, location, or activity your character is participating in! (Set-up, the feast, clean up, etc.) Feel free to offer multiple prompts, as your heart desires! Also, Collette is asking for people to write something they're thankful for on butchers paper on the wall before getting their first plate of food. This is 100% optional!
In the morning, the setting up begins. It's hard to say what's a morning versus what isn't on the moon, but using the lighting system as a sort of guide, those who offered to help set up the feast or continue on with the cooking will all be there bright and early.
After things are cleaned, the cooking continues on while further set up of plateware and silverware and hard to break glasses are left to those helping hands with a mind for arrangement details. The whole of one section has been converted into a sort of buffet-style lineup, waiting for the dishes to be complete and set at ready. All varieties of the usual dietary fare have been offered, some in greater quantities than others.
Then comes the time where people stopping by or trickling in aren't just turned around or co-opted into assisting; it's feast time, though not before an announcement that each person getting a plate of food must write at least one thing they're thankful for on a large sheet of butcher paper taped up to the wall. There's a variety of colored markers and pens provided, from someone's personal (and eclectic) collection. It's a soft price to pay for free food and plenty of it!
When the feasting has wound down, so begins the clean up. Tired, drunk, well fed, over fed, or simply content, people will be shuffled out or dragged into helping turn the cafeteria back into working, normal form. What decorations were added will need collecting (or stealing), plates and dishes and cooking implements and pots and pans will need washing, and floors a good sweeping and waterless mopping before things are all back in order. Leftovers, if there are any, will need to be placed in sealable containers and put into refrigeration.
And then, blissfully unaware of anything impending on the horizon, to bed, or different haunts, for the night.
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So she nods to him, and returns to picking up glasses, carefully stacking a few plates on top of each other.
But she gets distracted arranging the silverware to all point in one direction, zoning out staring at the tines on a fork.
Woah man.
Forks are... that's a fork. Huh! )
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he's gone only in the time it takes to move those plates she's stacked, finding her and the magical fork.
he carefully plucks it out of her hand before leaning down:]
I've done what I can here. Would you walk me back to the quarters? [the closer he can get her to bed the better the world will be.]
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Friend wins out over responsibility. There's enough done, and the place almost seems regular, for her to agree in her head it's okay to go. Probably. Man, that's going to take some effort!
Still, she smiles at Blue. )
Wanting an escort, Blue? Fine, fine, I'll be happy to see you safely to your door!
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[honored to probably not even be making it to his room; she needs the escort more than he. that's more or less the plan, anyway, as he turns and moves to fall into step beside her once she's moving.]
Which one happens to be yours, again?
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( Which isn't way out of any way, though it is opposite to where she had been before. She gestures toward the direction her wing lies. )
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How far out of the way?
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( She shrugs, slowing her chair's forward momentum down to match Blue's pace. )
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It seems lonely, Collette. Why not occupy one of the nearer, vacant rooms?
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I kept waking people up. This is easier.
( It's not perfect, but it's less stress on very volatile people. )
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he's chewing on this, the farther they go. heck, even entertaining the thought of exploiting a particular power of his but...]
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she wasn't so afraid of her own memories, and the perversion of fears tied up in those memories, when she didn't feel like she was on her own. but how to ask that of anyone? caesar had helped, without knowing what he was helping, and without precisely volunteering.
back here, it hasn't been as sharp as it was before, but her nightmares are still ugly masses of morphs held too long, partially human creations, burnt bodies twisting and screaming in a pain they can't escape. an explosion over a city. the zombies, taking on semi-familiar faces, first kelly, then james, later marco, even, and cassie. jake. timmy. her mother.
her brother. )
It's just dreams. They'll get better. They usually do, it's just -- hard when we're all living on top of each other, you know?
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They can be fought. Not as you would fight anything yourself, but...instead, as letting them fade into the background of your mind.
I can help you, if you wish.
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You can do something like that? I mean... It won't make you too tired?
( She remembers you dying, regardless of the word being most appropriate for Blue's winding down. Remembers, and fears. )
It can't make you tired, Blue.
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More than anything, it may be a benefit to the both of us. For your sake, setting aside painful memories. For mine...[a hand on his chest.] sharing what good memories I have to someone more than worthy of them.
[you've always wanted to become a living scrapbook, haven't you?]
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( It makes her laugh, just a little. She's too tired for more. )
I am a fan of sharing good memories. If it helps you out... I can't say no to that, can I?
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( She points to the last door in a line. Like she said... far away in this wing from others. Restrooms between her and the next wing.
She moves for the door, opening it, watching it slide back into the wall with a hum of satisfaction. Everything inside is orderly, her signatures taped to the walls like a strange tapestry of decoration. The bed she uses is in clear evidence, as is how she uses the one across from her: she has a shirt folded on it even now, from when she'd gotten ready for dinner hours earlier. Her tablet sits there too, next to a book, no title to be seen. )
Did you want water or anything?
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he stops at the dumping-grounds bed, giving things a little regard one by one, staring a little longer at the book at wondering.]
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( She backs her chair into the space by her chosen bunk, only then sort of belatedly realizing -- )
Wasn't I supposed to be taking you home?
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( Her smile certainly shows it. Canting her head to the side, she breathes out in a sigh, giving in to the inevitable. )
But it didn't seem right to leave before everything was finished up again. Like I need to be there for the whole thing, or something.
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I understand.
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What do I need to do for this dream thing?
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i drew something in reponse to this but it was so bad i undrew it
im offended
weeps
this is a time game go back in time so i can see it
oh my gosh how can i do that?!!
ur head mod use ur wand
does my wand fix nonworking wireless computer nonsense
idk is it fixed now
no... i don't really have a fix i can find yet :(
oh no im sorry :((
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