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ph_logs2024-10-05 09:46 am
spaghettification) wrote in ph_logs2024-10-05 09:46 am
[OPEN] The world is spinning endlessly
Who: Siebren and friends
What: October Shenanigans
When:...October? Possibly also November
Where: Siebren's home, the
Warning(s): Potential cannibalism mentions, unreality, mental unwellness, memory manipulation (self-inflicted), more in comment titles
1. This is the sound of energy [Gala Aftermath]
You can't believe how easy it is. You just have to go... a little crazy. And then, suddenly, it all makes sense, and everything you do turns to gold.
He calls into work the morning after the gala. And a couple more days beyond that. In that time, he is
metamorphosing
assimilating
unpacking
digesting everything that occurred that night. He stays at home, alone, trying to avoid everyone and everything.
much. It's too
The fragments of past that he's avoided for their sharpness rotate in him mind, turning their points toward him, crystal shards of time that threaten him. And yet, some part of him reaches out with Pandoran curiosity, like Sleeping Beauty toward the spindle. What he pricks isn't a finger, but he feels the pain just as instantly. And yet, and yet...
too much. It's
There it is, the multiple choice past solidifying in fractals, like frost spidering across a windowpane. Siebren has no way of knowing whether this is a correct past, but it is now his, memories feeling more stable than they have in years. Some things are lost, others are fake, but the end result is more real than anything he's been able to grasp before.
For three days, anyone approaching Siebren's home for any reason may hear, even from outside the building, the sounds of someone having a Bad Time™, with pained screams or furniture being thrown against walls as his gravitational powers pulse and fluctuate. For three days, he struggles.
And then, there is silence.
Traveling through the galaxy [The Library; CW vertigo]
Siebren returns to work. Nothing is wrong. He is fine. Can't you see how fine he is?
Somewhere, a book falls off a table and he flinches. And then, to anyone within a certain distance of him, the floor seems to fall away, in a dizzying cloud of galactic light, just for a moment, before he regains control, glancing around to see if anyone noticed.
Into eternity [Stargazing Night]
A notice goes up on the bulletin board, and letters are issued to penpals with explicit invitations: Crane's Ridge, 9pm on a given night. Bring snacks, drinks, something to sit on. Siebren will have his telescope and star charts.
He's brought some cheese and crackers and apple butter himself, as well, and is floating beside his big brass telescope, dressed in a comfortable sweater. For the moment, he is completely at ease. For the moment, nothing could possibly bother him.
Right?
A One Note Symphony [Wildcard]
Find me on Discord to plot, PM me, or just throw a thing!
What: October Shenanigans
When:...October? Possibly also November
Where: Siebren's home, the
Warning(s): Potential cannibalism mentions, unreality, mental unwellness, memory manipulation (self-inflicted), more in comment titles
1. This is the sound of energy [Gala Aftermath]
He calls into work the morning after the gala. And a couple more days beyond that. In that time, he is
The fragments of past that he's avoided for their sharpness rotate in him mind, turning their points toward him, crystal shards of time that threaten him. And yet, some part of him reaches out with Pandoran curiosity, like Sleeping Beauty toward the spindle. What he pricks isn't a finger, but he feels the pain just as instantly. And yet, and yet...
There it is, the multiple choice past solidifying in fractals, like frost spidering across a windowpane. Siebren has no way of knowing whether this is a correct past, but it is now his, memories feeling more stable than they have in years. Some things are lost, others are fake, but the end result is more real than anything he's been able to grasp before.
For three days, anyone approaching Siebren's home for any reason may hear, even from outside the building, the sounds of someone having a Bad Time™, with pained screams or furniture being thrown against walls as his gravitational powers pulse and fluctuate. For three days, he struggles.
And then, there is silence.
Traveling through the galaxy [The Library; CW vertigo]
Siebren returns to work. Nothing is wrong. He is fine. Can't you see how fine he is?
Somewhere, a book falls off a table and he flinches. And then, to anyone within a certain distance of him, the floor seems to fall away, in a dizzying cloud of galactic light, just for a moment, before he regains control, glancing around to see if anyone noticed.
Into eternity [Stargazing Night]
A notice goes up on the bulletin board, and letters are issued to penpals with explicit invitations: Crane's Ridge, 9pm on a given night. Bring snacks, drinks, something to sit on. Siebren will have his telescope and star charts.
He's brought some cheese and crackers and apple butter himself, as well, and is floating beside his big brass telescope, dressed in a comfortable sweater. For the moment, he is completely at ease. For the moment, nothing could possibly bother him.
Right?
A One Note Symphony [Wildcard]
Find me on Discord to plot, PM me, or just throw a thing!
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"I wanted to know I had won for good. That she was defeated absolutely, finally. I wanted to not just destroy her, but to...obliterate her wholly. She was made of candy. She was made of flesh. I was angry, and hungry, and wanted it to be complete. It was not good candy, either. You've never had Hershey bars, but it was that quality of white chocolate. Waxy, flavorless."
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She feels the breeze on her face. Still waits for the world to fall away into sheets of glass, or to be back in the operating room, or in hell, or in anywhere else.
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It will be a while before he has certainty in anything.
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A long, long pause there.
"Are you going to do this again, you think? I'm not here to pass judgement, I just need to know, for the future."
To know how far he may or may not unravel.
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That last request is paired with a vague directional gesture.
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"All right. Just would have been difficult to manage your new appetites, in the wake of everything tonight."
How this will all affect the town, she doesn't know, but it's not something she wants to consider at present. Only Siebren.
"Do you need me to call anyone to come stay with you, at present?"
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There's others he'd get comfort from, but he hesitates to request attention, even if he feels like he's on a sheer cliff face and slipping.
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A more selfless woman would offer to stay. But she can only pretend to be put together for so long.
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His eyes soften. "Perhaps afterward, we can reconnect?"
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And keeping an eye out to see when he's returned to daily life. It's not the ideal situation for anyone, but at least she knows what's wrong. At least he knows that someone knows he's careening through that space.