...And also these.

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ROOMS BY CHARACTER

N - Q Nami Natasha Romanoff Nelkeila Tarid Nux Nyssa al Ghul Octavia Blake One Peggy Carter Phèdre nó Delaunay de Montrève

R - U R. Daneel Olivaw Rapunzel Remy LeBeau Riku Robin Redbreast Rogue Santanico Pandemonium Shawn Hunter Stefan (Alesci) Salvatore Steve "Orion" Rogers Steven Quartz Universe Souji Seta Stiles Stilinski Syeira Tadashi Hamada Tekhetsio

V - Z Vash the Stampede Vima Sunrider Vision (The) Wanda Maximoff Wrath Yamanaka Ino

Comments

tw for self mutilation

[weathervain]

[The moment he touches it, the feeling of just how much Nami loves the owner of this hat will wash over Cole. It's followed by the sound of mocking laughter. And then there's just despair; enough to pull a person apart and break them down.

Enough to hit the limits of a burden she'd carried for eight years on her own, too determined not to ask for help, or cry, or drag anyone else into her mess and get them killed. All great promises to make to herself.

All broken with this memory.]

[grounds]

[Octavia nods silently, a full blown grin on her face now. She's had this happen before, but it never gets old.

The butterfly flaps a little as if to leave... before two more come join it.]

[grounds]

Smart meat, okay? I'm gonna make sure it stays as it is.

[Meaning she's got his back, however he may need it.]

[digthefuzz]

Thanks... And I'll do my best to look out for you too, okay? You've got a good head.

[He gives a light chuckle
While still sitting on the bed, he glances around.]

So... What do I do now?

[grounds]

[Hand still on his head, she lightly shoves it away with a laugh, standing up.]

Whatever you want, I guess. I'd say go out and try to find a way to leave, otherwise you'll be sitting here for a while.

[digthefuzz]

I don't think I'd mind chilling! But maybe I should look for the exit...

Any tips?

[grounds]

Yeah, leave the tent. [She rolls her eyes and does exactly that.]

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka grins.]

I think they think I'm a tree.

[dancingmd]

[If Beverly notes the bone ridges and deathly pallor of his skin, it's only with a scientific interest, a curiosity as to whether he's now grown out of them or is deliberately changing his appearence now as an adult. But as for registering him as any sort of oddity... it takes a lot more than a few ridges to faze Beverly.]

I know and I apologize, but I do not know how I got here or how to get out.

no worries!! Slow but steady wins the race c:

[unfulfilledpotential]

Uh-huh. We've even got it planned so that we're staying across the hall from each other - me and my best friend, and then Angela and our other best friend Topanga.

[He returns that smile, though it's a bit sadder than usual.]

I don't know when I'll get back to them, but I sure hope it's sooner than later.

[digthefuzz]

Huh. Well that's an easy one!

[With a shrug, he heads straight out of the tent.]

[dancingmd]

[Beverly smiles back.]

Hey our best defense against Atroma is each other, right?

[thatwhichyields]

[She gazes up at him, practically able to see the red fleck in her own eye, trembling.]

Phedre, my lord.

[thatwhichyields]

[Phedre eventually brushes against something that doesn't quite match the eddies of the crowd.

She follows the foreign motion in a swirl of other bodies and music, starting to get a hang of moving through the bodies. It reminded her, briefly, of gaining her sea legs for the first time.]

[thatwhichyields]

[She lifts from the curtsy, as easy and graceful in subservience as snow falling.]

As you wish, Nel.

[thatwhichyields]

[She almost reaches for the strange disc labeled "For Shawn," but hesitates as her hand draws near. That was, perhaps, too personal.

She settles on the strange, spiky, blue creature instead.]

[thatwhichyields]

[Her eyes become more... something. More alive, more aware? Less subservient.]

Joscelin Verreuil. My oathsworn companion.

[So much more exists beneath those words than just a companion. Her lover, her friend. They had found each other, time and again. Phedre worried, now, that space might very well be too vast for even them to overcome.]

[thatwhichyields]

This is my chamber in Montreve. The estate was granted to me when I inherited my title. I live here with my consort.

[Phedre, as herself and not this representation, would never have felt the need to share so much information for such a small question. Here, every request was something she wanted to fulfill. Every question something she would answer to the largest extent of her ability.]

[thatwhichyields]

[She dips another curtsy, and folds her hands before her.]

How may I satisfy you?

Rick Sanchez

[ricksybusiness]

[cw: blood/gore, suicidal ideation, drugs/alcohol. investigation of the anvil sound is recommended for godlike characters or those with expanded consciousness. characters who are regular ol' mortals can investigate it but it will probably be so psychologically intense that they'll black out, js. hmu at bloodmoney if you have questions!]

[It's a party.

A thumping-music, strobe-lighting, glowstick-waving party. There are a ton of (a) partygoers around, swaying and gyrating and dancing and having a great time. It's dark, but it's easy to see that they're not all human. Most of them are roughly humanoid in appearance (that is: two legs, two arms, no extra heads or abundance of tentacles), but actual humans are rare. But every time the strobe light flashes on, something strange about the partygoers might catch the eye.

(b) Rick, basically the only human at the party, is here. He is drunk. This is not unusual. He is schmoozing with the partygoers, who all seem to know him and think he is great. He occasionally yells a thing to raucous cheers from the other partiers, but it's hard to hear what exactly he's saying above the music.

Another noise that's around but hard to hear above the music is (c) a sound. Steady and rhythmic and metallic, like a hammer hitting an anvil, it appears to be coming from the fringes of the party, behind closed door.]

[thatwhichyields]

[Her breath comes quick. A pant that she smothers ruthlessly with her hand. She will not do that again, she cannot do that again.

This was not like being with a patron, this was not the enjoyable play of keeping still in the bedroom. Phedre, tears streaming for the corners of her eyes, trembles as she waits. No sound, not a whisper or a whimper, escapes her.]

[thatwhichyields]

[Phedre looks up, almost startled, and drops into a deep curtsy.]

I am Comtesse Phedre no Delaunay de Montreve, my lady.

[onlyanapple]

You can always kick me out if you're that bothered by it.

[Putting his hands behind his head, chillaxin'. ]

[goldenglasses]

[No one moves or seems to care if Sokka helps himself. The food is there and he can eat it, but as he does suddenly the bar around him changes slightly. Modeled much the same, but clearly a different place.

Now there are people sitting around him. One clearly is Vash in his trademark red coat and broom styled hair. Sitting across from him is a man with short dark hair and wearing a dark blue, almost black, suit and pants with little crosses on the cuff-links. The front open halfway down his chest and color a bit crumpled. The two men sit glaring at each other as they're quickly stuffing burger after burger into their mouths from a large pile in front of them.

A very tall woman with long brown hair laughs and claps her hands as she sits with them watching the two eat as fast as they can. Her shorter companion also watching the spectacle seems much less impressed. Sitting with her arms folded in front of her with a sigh.] Seriously, you two are just big children. You're going to end up getting sick or choking. What's the point?

[Vash and his male friend don't seem to be listening. Simply stuffing more and more food into their faces sending death glares at each other as they do. As the tall girl laughs.] I dunno, Meryl! It looks like they're having a great time! Come on, Mr. Vash! You can do it, Mr. Priest!

[They're nearly out of hamburgers now. In the midst of everything the other man moves a glass of water sitting near Vash out of his reach. So when Vash suddenly does start chocking he reaches for the water and finds it missing. Coughing and spitting he pounds at his chest as Meryl throws her hands up.] See! I told you!

[The priest grins and grabs the last burger and stands up from his chair.] HA! Tab's on you now, pal.

[Vash grabs at the water and is able to finally clear his throat. He stands and yanks the last burger out of the man's hand.] No way, Wolfwood! You cheated!

[Wolfwood grabs the burger back again.] Hey, not my fault you're not observant enough to play the game.

[And Vash again snatches back the hamburger.] I could have died! Just what kind of preacher man are you, anyway?

[Wolfwood once more holds the hamburger. Meryl has given up and sighs into her drink as the other woman laughs at the boy's antics.] One who doesn't have to pay this bar tab. That is of course you're backing out of the bet because then I'll just turn you in to get this and all my future meals paid for.

[Vash balks at whatever Wolfwood is suggesting.] That's not funny. [Vash makes a wild grab for the burger again, but this time it disappears into the other man's mouth. He smirks around his mouthful of food at Vash.] Come on, then! Best five out of seven! We haven't even had desert yet!

[Meryl groans out loud as her friend cheers the two on. Wolfwood swallows his mouthful.] Alright then, Vash. You're on! But get ready to pay out because after I beat you on this next one that's it.

[The memory fades out with the two smirking at each other and calling for more food. Leaving Sokka to the food that remains at the table. Will he keep eating? Perhaps that was the only one. Or maybe he's enjoying the dinner and a show!]

[stefanged]

You're telling me.

[Stefan lets out a sigh, pulling out a family photo album from his personal box - and it stays in his hand, this time, as he flips through the pages.]

I didn't know what to tell Dad at the time, either. It's not like most guys'll believe their family heirloom's become something else.