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ph_logs2024-12-16 09:45 pm
howtheyshine) wrote in ph_logs2024-12-16 09:45 pm
On the outside, always looking in. Will I ever be more than I've always been?
Who: Yellow (howtheyshine) & VARIOUS + YOU?
What: December Catch-All
When: December!
Where: See headers.
Warning(s): None yet, see tag headings for thread CWs.
Yellow is babysitting Gwen. Which means Gwen is currently getting a piggy back ride through town. Of course the piggy back ride is on a giant boar with four rust-and-black tusks and five tails, it's brindled black fur broken here and there by the protrusion of thick, muscular tentacles striped with yellow. Two of those tentacles secure Gwen very gently on the creature's back.
Or if you catch them on a different day, Gwen will be seatbelted with shadows onto the shoulders of a massive wolf-thing, also tusked, also bearing multiple tails, this one's fur banded liberally in black and yellow. But don't worry, if those shadows don't look secure to you, Gwen also has the wolf-thing's curling ten-point antlers to hang onto. It's probably fine!!
Or, if you catch them between shape shifts, it's just, y'know, Yellow, dressed in his overlarge coat from John Rambo, carrying Gwen and looking at her like she is singularly capable of moving the sun across the sky.
He's been feeling some kind of way about a lot of things, lately, disoriented by kindness and now even more disoriented by Arthur's arrival. Never mind Arthur's kindness. Christ, he can't even process that yet.
But ever since the conversation with that man he's been itching to do something. Something important, something that makes a difference, and it is definitely not because of anything nice Arthur said and is absolutely only because he wants to do something important before Arthur does.
Which is why he comes knocking on Crichton's door at the asscrack of dawn and, as soon as it's opened, will say, "Where's the pages you want me to read?"
He spots the butterfly at the edge of town, a spot of brightness in the December gray, viciously and vibrantly alive. He knows it, too. He can feel it, now, in a way he couldn't when he first got here, the stinging glow it has. It's one of the butterflies that followed the man at the party. The ones he said were him.
He follows it, fascinated, even moreso as other butterflies join what's quickly becoming a multicolor parade. He's deep into the woods, following the dancing ribbon of the creatures, when he impulsively says, "Hello?"
He doesn't know if they can answer, but he feels like they might.
He's kind of avoided going into the library until now. He couldn't articulate why if asked. Just a vague feeling of anxiety at the thought of how much knowledge is in there, how much it means he doesn't know. How impossible it feels to catch up to everyone else.
But curiosity wins out eventually. The building is grand and its contents call to a part of himself he can't ignore. And inside-- inside feels comfortable against his skin. Feels right in a way most things don't. For a while he wanders and basks in the feeling and pulls random books off of shelves to read, because he doesn't know anything, so he needs to learn everything. It's quite possible he'll try and grab that book you were going for, just because you were. If someone else wanted it, it must be important to know what's in it, after all.
Eventually he finds his way to where Lev/Lyubov is stationed, arms and an extra pair of tentacles full, and he stops short, for two reasons. First: he's shy and wary. Second: he can feel something the same way he could feel the butterflies and the bits of John that stained Arthur irreversibly and Nyarlathotep and the demons here and--and it's weird. And familiar. But--surprise--he doesn't know why.
So he starts with the very polite opener: "What are you?"
TBA!!
TBA!!
TBA!!
howtheyshine) & VARIOUS + YOU?What: December Catch-All
When: December!
Where: See headers.
Warning(s): None yet, see tag headings for thread CWs.
MONSTER ABOUT TOWN - OTA
Yellow is babysitting Gwen. Which means Gwen is currently getting a piggy back ride through town. Of course the piggy back ride is on a giant boar with four rust-and-black tusks and five tails, it's brindled black fur broken here and there by the protrusion of thick, muscular tentacles striped with yellow. Two of those tentacles secure Gwen very gently on the creature's back.
Or if you catch them on a different day, Gwen will be seatbelted with shadows onto the shoulders of a massive wolf-thing, also tusked, also bearing multiple tails, this one's fur banded liberally in black and yellow. But don't worry, if those shadows don't look secure to you, Gwen also has the wolf-thing's curling ten-point antlers to hang onto. It's probably fine!!
Or, if you catch them between shape shifts, it's just, y'know, Yellow, dressed in his overlarge coat from John Rambo, carrying Gwen and looking at her like she is singularly capable of moving the sun across the sky.
READING RAINBOW - closed to Crichton
He's been feeling some kind of way about a lot of things, lately, disoriented by kindness and now even more disoriented by Arthur's arrival. Never mind Arthur's kindness. Christ, he can't even process that yet.
But ever since the conversation with that man he's been itching to do something. Something important, something that makes a difference, and it is definitely not because of anything nice Arthur said and is absolutely only because he wants to do something important before Arthur does.
Which is why he comes knocking on Crichton's door at the asscrack of dawn and, as soon as it's opened, will say, "Where's the pages you want me to read?"
LSD BUTTERFLY PARADE - for Sheo/The Worm
He spots the butterfly at the edge of town, a spot of brightness in the December gray, viciously and vibrantly alive. He knows it, too. He can feel it, now, in a way he couldn't when he first got here, the stinging glow it has. It's one of the butterflies that followed the man at the party. The ones he said were him.
He follows it, fascinated, even moreso as other butterflies join what's quickly becoming a multicolor parade. He's deep into the woods, following the dancing ribbon of the creatures, when he impulsively says, "Hello?"
He doesn't know if they can answer, but he feels like they might.
TAKE A LOOK, IT'S IN A BOOK (library) - Lev/Lyubov and OTA
He's kind of avoided going into the library until now. He couldn't articulate why if asked. Just a vague feeling of anxiety at the thought of how much knowledge is in there, how much it means he doesn't know. How impossible it feels to catch up to everyone else.
But curiosity wins out eventually. The building is grand and its contents call to a part of himself he can't ignore. And inside-- inside feels comfortable against his skin. Feels right in a way most things don't. For a while he wanders and basks in the feeling and pulls random books off of shelves to read, because he doesn't know anything, so he needs to learn everything. It's quite possible he'll try and grab that book you were going for, just because you were. If someone else wanted it, it must be important to know what's in it, after all.
Eventually he finds his way to where Lev/Lyubov is stationed, arms and an extra pair of tentacles full, and he stops short, for two reasons. First: he's shy and wary. Second: he can feel something the same way he could feel the butterflies and the bits of John that stained Arthur irreversibly and Nyarlathotep and the demons here and--and it's weird. And familiar. But--surprise--he doesn't know why.
So he starts with the very polite opener: "What are you?"
OLD MCJOHNALD HAD A FARM - for Mr Rambo/Anyone at the Farm
TBA!!
No Harm Visiting Burned Out Cult Houses Right??? - OTA
TBA!!
Woodland Adventures - OTA
TBA!!