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I wear this crown of thorns [open] [involves Part 1 of "Blargh Fhtagn"]
Who| Rich Rider and you
What| Open post and "Blargh Fhtagn" Part 1 threads
Where| Legion World
When| An IC Day after "Game of Throne"
Warnings/Notes| Attempted murder in some threads, some zombie imagery
The nightmares are getting worse. Oh sure, he'd had them now and again since finding himself in the Legion's universe. That's no surprise, after everything he's been through. The occasional nightmare is pretty much a given. But they started to get worse after that time travel mission and he doesn't know why. They all seem to involve the Cancerverse and he doesn't know why that is, either. Everything that's going on reminds him a lot more of the Annihilation War. The swarm tactics of the Catastrophists, having to engage in an orderly withdrawal from Apokolips. So why are his dreams filled with razor teeth, and tentacles, and too many eyes?
And hatred. Crushing hatred bearing down on him like a gravimetric field, pinning him, boring under his skin and filling him up. Sometimes he wakes up in the morning and it feels like something is crawling, squirming under his skin. It's definitely not something physical; he'd gotten scanned in Medbay after returning to Legion World after getting arrested and come up clean. So that means it has to be in his head, right? But that's something he can't accept.
(Sometimes people's faces change and for just a second, they're rotting, flesh hanging, sliding off...)
The day that the Book of Magic messed up Legion World had by gone in a blur, and Rich has the vague sense that he's missing time somehow. He can't really remember what he got up to most of the day. So he starts to go about his day the day afterward and it... it feels strange.
It's the last day. And somehow he knows. He ignores it, because there's no reason to have a feeling of foreboding, so paying attention to it, treating it like his last day on Earth is stupid. Every time he even so much as thinks of telling someone else that he feels strange, that thought is silenced by some squirming thing inside him. So he just goes through his daily routine like it's some holy ritual, a last rite of normalcy, one last chance to have his last friendly conversations, smile his last smiles, and just exist as the person he is right now.
A. Mess Hall
One thing that the vegan space future has to offer that's better here than anywhere else he's had it is coffee. There are probably a million varieties grown on a million worlds, and the Mess Hall has plenty of options, all ground up and brewed to perfection like the Mess Hall is some artisan coffeehouse and not a glorified cafeteria. On this particular morning, he breathes the smell of it in and savors every little sip like it's going to be his last.
Whenever he sees a familiar face or even an unfamiliar one passing close enough by, he says something like:
"Morning. The coffee's back to normal, thank god. I heard that for a while it turned to squid ink. I think yesterday set some kind of weirdness record for us."
He raises his eyebrows and takes a sip.
"I heard from Tenzil that the food came alive and tried to eat some cafeteria workers, but y'know, he's a Bismollian. Acid spit. Fortunately, it didn't really stand a chance."
B. Obs Deck
He doesn't know why he's feeling so reflective today, but he is. So he indulges in it, sitting on the edge of the walkway on Obs Deck. In the distance he can see the half-finished satellite that's intended to replace the Lunar Debris Field so that Earth doesn't lose the tides and other forces caused by the field's gravity. All of its mass is in place but they're still building the exterior to make it look like a brand-new moon to give Earth back what it lost years ago when the moon was destroyed.
When he notices someone has joined him, he says, "I know it's supposed to be all important and everything, Earth getting the moon back, but it mostly just keeps making me feel like we should be mustering some X-Wings before it destroys the rebel base."
Nerd.
C. Simroom
Today is a weird day and that means he's... he's indulging in things. Like it's a vacation day, like it's his last chance to have fun.
So anyone that joins him in the Simroom he's occupying will see that he's in the middle of a Star Wars-like program, blaster in hand, running through some kind of alien marketplace, being chased by knock-off Stormtroopers. He's not wearing anything special, just his usual civvies, but since future space clothes trend towards that style anyway, his civvies are usually a little rogueish and Han Solo-ish.
When he sees someone has walked into his sim, he laughs, steals a blaster from a weapons' trader's stall (which causes the alien to warble angrily in an alien language), and tosses it towards the sim-crasher.
"You better steer clear or arm up. If we get caught we have to bust out of the Regime's prison base level and that's nearly impossible to beat."
Some Stormtroopers run around a corner, and some run out of an alley ahead of them, leaving only a few narrow alleys for them to escape from.
Rich can't resist.
"I have a bad feeling about this."
Nerd.
D. Squids
The world blurs and something else rolls up to the surface. He feels like someone that's being dragged down into dark water by the ankle, like he can only just occasionally bob up for air.
There's work to be done. During all the magical chaos the day before, They had finished much of their great work, but there's still some left to do, to prepare for tonight. So Rich can sometimes be seen slipping around Legion World, occasionally carrying equipment and electronics.
Whenever he's cornered and runs into someone, he starts off cagey, but tries to play it off.
"Uh. Hey."
[ooc: Option A through C are just normal prompts, D is for anyone that signed up for Part one of "Blargh Fhtagn.]
What| Open post and "Blargh Fhtagn" Part 1 threads
Where| Legion World
When| An IC Day after "Game of Throne"
Warnings/Notes| Attempted murder in some threads, some zombie imagery
The nightmares are getting worse. Oh sure, he'd had them now and again since finding himself in the Legion's universe. That's no surprise, after everything he's been through. The occasional nightmare is pretty much a given. But they started to get worse after that time travel mission and he doesn't know why. They all seem to involve the Cancerverse and he doesn't know why that is, either. Everything that's going on reminds him a lot more of the Annihilation War. The swarm tactics of the Catastrophists, having to engage in an orderly withdrawal from Apokolips. So why are his dreams filled with razor teeth, and tentacles, and too many eyes?
And hatred. Crushing hatred bearing down on him like a gravimetric field, pinning him, boring under his skin and filling him up. Sometimes he wakes up in the morning and it feels like something is crawling, squirming under his skin. It's definitely not something physical; he'd gotten scanned in Medbay after returning to Legion World after getting arrested and come up clean. So that means it has to be in his head, right? But that's something he can't accept.
(Sometimes people's faces change and for just a second, they're rotting, flesh hanging, sliding off...)
The day that the Book of Magic messed up Legion World had by gone in a blur, and Rich has the vague sense that he's missing time somehow. He can't really remember what he got up to most of the day. So he starts to go about his day the day afterward and it... it feels strange.
It's the last day. And somehow he knows. He ignores it, because there's no reason to have a feeling of foreboding, so paying attention to it, treating it like his last day on Earth is stupid. Every time he even so much as thinks of telling someone else that he feels strange, that thought is silenced by some squirming thing inside him. So he just goes through his daily routine like it's some holy ritual, a last rite of normalcy, one last chance to have his last friendly conversations, smile his last smiles, and just exist as the person he is right now.
A. Mess Hall
One thing that the vegan space future has to offer that's better here than anywhere else he's had it is coffee. There are probably a million varieties grown on a million worlds, and the Mess Hall has plenty of options, all ground up and brewed to perfection like the Mess Hall is some artisan coffeehouse and not a glorified cafeteria. On this particular morning, he breathes the smell of it in and savors every little sip like it's going to be his last.
Whenever he sees a familiar face or even an unfamiliar one passing close enough by, he says something like:
"Morning. The coffee's back to normal, thank god. I heard that for a while it turned to squid ink. I think yesterday set some kind of weirdness record for us."
He raises his eyebrows and takes a sip.
"I heard from Tenzil that the food came alive and tried to eat some cafeteria workers, but y'know, he's a Bismollian. Acid spit. Fortunately, it didn't really stand a chance."
B. Obs Deck
He doesn't know why he's feeling so reflective today, but he is. So he indulges in it, sitting on the edge of the walkway on Obs Deck. In the distance he can see the half-finished satellite that's intended to replace the Lunar Debris Field so that Earth doesn't lose the tides and other forces caused by the field's gravity. All of its mass is in place but they're still building the exterior to make it look like a brand-new moon to give Earth back what it lost years ago when the moon was destroyed.
When he notices someone has joined him, he says, "I know it's supposed to be all important and everything, Earth getting the moon back, but it mostly just keeps making me feel like we should be mustering some X-Wings before it destroys the rebel base."
Nerd.
C. Simroom
Today is a weird day and that means he's... he's indulging in things. Like it's a vacation day, like it's his last chance to have fun.
So anyone that joins him in the Simroom he's occupying will see that he's in the middle of a Star Wars-like program, blaster in hand, running through some kind of alien marketplace, being chased by knock-off Stormtroopers. He's not wearing anything special, just his usual civvies, but since future space clothes trend towards that style anyway, his civvies are usually a little rogueish and Han Solo-ish.
When he sees someone has walked into his sim, he laughs, steals a blaster from a weapons' trader's stall (which causes the alien to warble angrily in an alien language), and tosses it towards the sim-crasher.
"You better steer clear or arm up. If we get caught we have to bust out of the Regime's prison base level and that's nearly impossible to beat."
Some Stormtroopers run around a corner, and some run out of an alley ahead of them, leaving only a few narrow alleys for them to escape from.
Rich can't resist.
"I have a bad feeling about this."
Nerd.
D. Squids
The world blurs and something else rolls up to the surface. He feels like someone that's being dragged down into dark water by the ankle, like he can only just occasionally bob up for air.
There's work to be done. During all the magical chaos the day before, They had finished much of their great work, but there's still some left to do, to prepare for tonight. So Rich can sometimes be seen slipping around Legion World, occasionally carrying equipment and electronics.
Whenever he's cornered and runs into someone, he starts off cagey, but tries to play it off.
"Uh. Hey."
[ooc: Option A through C are just normal prompts, D is for anyone that signed up for Part one of "Blargh Fhtagn.]
D
Rico is very much cornering Rich in a more literal way, but his body language isn't hostile as such. He's just sort of... aggressively backed him up into a wall without actually getting too close or having touched him. With a particular emphasis on the latter. He eyes him warily, and just remembering what everything felt like makes the back of his neck prickle with discomfort. But Rico rolls his shoulders, and tilts his chin at Rich.
"I've been meaning to talk to you since the mission on Apokolips. You're a hard man to get alone."
B
The Obs deck is a good place to come and think. Something that Vance has been doing far too much of lately, really. Mostly lying in bed. Which shows a bit in his face and his voice. But he is doing his best to keep it as underwraps as possible. "I mean. I'm not disagreeing with you. At least I don't think there's any old guys who are going to be talking about their fully operational space station."