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lostcarnival2017-07-22 12:42 am
ringleaders) wrote in lostcarnival2017-07-22 12:42 am
⇨ The Tourist Trap: WEEK 4
Who: Anyone, anywhere in Portland.
When: October 22nd - 31st, 2017
Where: In Portland, for the last time.
What: The seasons change as the Winter Court seizes a surprise victory, claiming both the Tree of Life's pendant and the blood catalyst needed to take control of the Severing Ritual. Meanwhile, interdimensional problems are about to get more weird. Check out the conflict results for the attack on the Circle as well as the Beast's attack on the Summer Court here.
Warnings: Individually marked!
When: October 22nd - 31st, 2017
Where: In Portland, for the last time.
What: The seasons change as the Winter Court seizes a surprise victory, claiming both the Tree of Life's pendant and the blood catalyst needed to take control of the Severing Ritual. Meanwhile, interdimensional problems are about to get more weird. Check out the conflict results for the attack on the Circle as well as the Beast's attack on the Summer Court here.
Warnings: Individually marked!
DAYS OF WINTER↴ As the end of October nears, so does the grasp of winter. On the night of the 22nd, it will freeze overnight, and the temperature will drop for the following days. As the night grow long, world-wide magic slowly reaches it apex, set to reach it on the night of Halloween. With so many factors at play, knowing what to do with that moment of power may be a challenge. ► FULL CIRCLE: The Angels succeed in their planned attack on the Circle, managing to get to the living quarters of the Council members with the help of Ashleigh Mischief. The plan goes without much resistance from the mages or from the demons attempting to claim the ritual object for their own. Of course, when the fae make a surprise attack on the Angels after they flee the scene, it has the surprise result of the Winter Court ended up with the pendant in their talons. Threads for this attack can be done in this log. If you need mod direction at all, let us know, but otherwise feel free to NPC demons, angels, or random Circle members as you require. ► THE QUEEN'S GARDEN: Realizing that the Rose Queen is distracted with attempting to claim the pendant, the Beast will summon her co-conspirators to raid the Queen's gardens. The ultimate plan seems to be to get the Beast far enough into the gardens to kill the Queen, while also rescuing as many changelings as possible along the way. As it turns out, this doesn't go well. While they do manage to penetrate the gardens with Childermass's help, the Rose Queen, Ignatius, and Nightshade happen to all be there. Seriously outnumbered, even by the Beast's terms, it will take everything the group has to just make it out alive, sustaining heavy injuries as they go. In the end they will manage to rescue Greg universe and four additional changelings that were imprisoned there, but any damage done to the Summer Court itself will be negligible. Threads for this can also be played out here! ► REFLECTIONS: As the ritual draws closer, the line between this reality and the one you came from will also be becoming less clear. Regaining memories is not required, but it will naturally become easier to occur, especially if you're already started receiving them. It's a good time to start making connections, while you still have the chance. ► THE SEVERING: One way or another, the Severing is going to make an impact on both this world and the lives of those trapped inside of it. The Angels are going to be making an attempt to interrupt the Winter Court's ritual, as will the Summer Court and Anath's forces. Whoever comes up on top will be the ones to decide what to be done with it. Yet, with news that the Severing continuing could cause irreversible damage to the planet's spirit, it could feel like there are no perfect options. There will be an event header put up for this by the mods closer to the end of July. (NOTE: canon powers will returning while the ritual is in progress, so keep that in mind for planning - both sets of powers will be active.) |
Closed to Taako
His stomach--no, his entire chest and abdomen, everything inside of him--is just a knotted mess; a pit of horror clenched in his gut, a static wave of discordant reality--too-distant, too-real reality--in his skull. He wants, for a moment, to die.
It's only then that he remembers his phone.
Finding it is a challenge, and when he does, it takes him a couple tries to even pick it up--he's clumsy with rage, but he gets it in his hand and scrolls to the number he wants, his efforts scrambled by his nerveless fingers, but the message is short enough that it almost doesn't matter.
FUVK YOUAlmost.
The first time it contains a typo, but he doesn't even care. He sends another one. And another.
FUCK YOUFUCK
YOU
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He rolls his eyes, sighing heavily, and unfurls himself, reaching out to grab the odd little device from its place on the nightstand and see who the hell could be bothering him. Who even has his number anymore? As far as he can tell, "Justin" doesn't really have a lot of close, personal friends, which has suited his needs just fine so far.
"... ah shit."
Foster. And he's pissed. The question is, what about, exactly?
Taako can't help but feel like he knows exactly what. Still, he tries to play it cool. His response is slow-- he's still adjusting to typing, especially on such a little screen-- and he spills over his bed, preemptively tired from the conversation he instinctively knows is about to happen.
fair enough but refresh my memory whatd i dono subject
U KNEW!!!The reply is almost immediate--it doesn't matter what Taako said, because Foster was already typing before he received the 'demon's' response.
He's hunched in the wreckage of his room with his phone in his hands. There are no tears, but his throat burns, raw with inchoate grief. Maybe he's supposed to cry. He feels like he's supposed to cry, like his eyes should feel like his throat does, with only the sting of anguish holding it back. Or maybe that faux threat of emotion is all that can reach him through the rupture. Dry eyes he can barely focus and a throat like an open wound.
FUCK YOUU KNEW!!!!
U KNEW!
U KNEW!!
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Shit. Shit, shit, shit. What the hell does he even say? Does he lie?
For a very long moment, Taako just lays there, staring at the dimly-lit screen, his eyes unfocused as he thinks. Fuck, when did he get so wrapped up in this motherfucker's life? It's too late for him to back out of it now, not without causing even more of a mess.
Finally, he does respond, and the response he gives is almost exhausted, even through text.
did you really want to knowno subject
Yes, he wanted to know.... is what he wants to say, but no, he didn't. Would he have wanted to know then? He didn't even want to know now. He didn't want it to be something to know, to be real, because he's all too aware that his knowing or not knowing makes no difference. But not knowing--the fact that Taako knew--he knew--he knew and he said nothing--
WHAT ELSE HAVEN'T YOU TOLD MEno subject
thats all believe it or notTaako lets his head fall flat against the bed, burying his face in the sheet with a sigh. He doesn't want to have this conversation. He doesn't know how to even begin having it in the first place, but here he is, thrust into it and trying hard not to let Foster get too much more upset than he already is.
It's not like he can blame him for being upset. Hell, he knows exactly what he would do in Foster's shoes, and it's not pretty. All things considered, the fact that Foster is in one piece to text him still is pretty impressive.
TW: graphic suicidal ideation
Truly, honestly?
If it weren't for Amethyst, there's a decent chance he wouldn't be. Amethyst--his sister--
Self-immolating in his bedroom, hanging himself, cutting his own throat, all of it--
No, what he really wants to do is get a gun. He wants to get a gun and put it in his mouth or press it to his temple and blow his brains out, his disgusting, rotting, (not rotting, not rotting, not yet, not here, he's not actually in decay, but he might as well be, and oh God he needs proof now, he needs to see it to know, but he already knows--already has all the proof he needs that this time, this where, he's not rotting in there at all)
But he could be. He could be, he should be, he doesn't know what it is that separates him from that reality except... what? Chance? Design? It doesn't feel real. Something feels false about it all and even though it's all he has, suddenly he's sick and he's scared and he's angry.
I don't believe youAmethyst finding his body?
Unacceptable. Period.
But there is no body to find. That isn't real. It's not real. Not yet. Not here. Not right now.
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fair enoughTaako picks himself up from the bed and crosses into his kitchenette, swinging the fridge open in search of a bottle of wine the person he supposedly was had stored away. The fridge is mostly alcohol, honestly, and ingredients for overly-fancy meals for one; he's never stopped cooking in this universe, not for himself or others, and it's honestly been kind of a dream to be able to enjoy that luxury again, free from his guilt over the past or his own fear of himself. No one died because of him, or his former partner, here. He's done nothing wrong in this place.
Well, not by way of his cooking, at least.
He uncorks the bottle of wine, and he searches for a glass for only a moment before he shrugs it off and takes a sip directly from the bottle; and then he goes to his living room and drapes himself over the arm of the couch, curling his long body around the chilled bottle of wine and holding his phone close to his face, and then he begins to type.
listen can i just call typing is for the birdsno subject
Almost.
But... he actually does needwant to talk to Taako. Badly. The more seconds pass, the more it begins to solidify from an impulse to an urge to a compulsion to--
To what?
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
It's like an idea, but bigger, bigger than his body, than his mind, than him and it's like he's inside of it and this is exactly what he was afraid of and somehow something he craved, this clarity of decision, of purposeful momentum--
Taako doesn't have a chance to call him, because he calls Taako first.
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"Hey, uh... hello? Foster?"
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"Fuck you, fuck you." But once it's out, once he's purged the last bitter traces of bile, he's free. Free to speak, to think, to lay bare his feelings (or 'feelings'), scorched and raw and barren as they are.
"I won't."
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Taako pauses for a beat, and then preps himself for whatever crazy shit Foster is about to say by way of taking a deep swig of wine, swallowing it quickly before he can speak.