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Yellow ([personal profile] howtheyshine) wrote in [community profile] 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 ([personal profile] 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!!
ss_buttcrack: (sun bleached anger)

Here we go again!

[personal profile] ss_buttcrack 2024-12-17 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Crichton's reaction to a knock at his door at ass-o'clock in the morning looks a little like this.

"Yellow...?" he says, groggily, after coming to the door in his boxers and a sheet thrown around him like a toga. "What? W-what the hell, man? What time is it?"
ss_buttcrack: (defiant)

[personal profile] ss_buttcrack 2024-12-17 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Runt was happily snuggled in bed with papa Crichton until this moment so as he appears, it's with a disgruntled womp-womp and a glare at the door. Who dares disturb his slumber?

"Do you just... not sleep?" Crichton says, scratching at the back of his head and doing nothing to improve the bedhead.

"Look, I don't have the pages, Neil does. It's too early to go bothering him yet. At least let me have some coffee."
blindwatchersees: (pic#16898529)

Butterfly Parade

[personal profile] blindwatchersees 2024-12-17 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
One alights on whatever he has that's closest to a hand. It's got the markings of a Monarch, but its the color of yarrow.

Hello, it replies softly, like a voice swaddled in the hushed darkness of night.
blindwatchersees: (pic#16898529)

[personal profile] blindwatchersees 2024-12-17 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
I am talking. The word I said is the same as yours. I think most words are repeated, and that's how we agree upon what they sound like.

It's so impossibly light, spindly little legs holding on with simultaneously unfaltering strength and incredible gentleness.

You were at the party. You asked about things, things like things that change.
bardish: 40s; JUSTIFIED (Default)

monster about town

[personal profile] bardish 2024-12-18 12:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Here's Jeff, the most anxious man alive, regarding the baby and her eldritch beast mount/pet/friend with a sense of calmness and curiosity that might surprise anyone who knows him-- or, at least, knows about his tendency to freak out and go into a panic spiral over seemingly small and innocuous things.

"I've never seen a boar with built in seatbelts before..." he remarks to either the baby or the boar. Are either capable of responding? Is he speaking into the air with all the effectiveness of a tree falling in the woods with nobody around to hear it, etc etc??

"Actually, I don't think I've ever seen a boar in person before."

And still he talks.
bardish: 40s; SCD (to-scd-164)

[personal profile] bardish 2024-12-18 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, a voice in his head. That's disconcerting.

Really, the only reason Jeff doesn't totally freak out is for the simple fact that this voice sounds... like it has a sense of personhood and identity. It's someone-- a psychic boar?-- speaking to him, rather than a patchwork of stolen voices, an abstraction trying to cope with the confinement of reality and mold itself into... into something incompatible with its very nature.

Or maybe the psychic boar is exactly like Ziggy was, who knows. Look, it's a different flavor of horror than his old trauma, and one he can comprehend, at least for now.

The point is, Jeff regards Yellow as, like, an alien or something, a being he has no experience with, but no reason to fear yet, either.

"Ohhhh..."

Dot dot dot.

"So are you, like, uh... what are they called..." The critters in the woods. "A Pokémon?"
Edited (autocorrect called Yellow a boat and that's not nice) 2024-12-18 21:06 (UTC)
bardish: 40s; SCD (to-scd-099)

[personal profile] bardish 2024-12-18 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, right, yeah," Jeff nods, as if he, too, is an expert, expertly agreeing with a fellow expert.

For a moment, an absurd thought crosses his mind. Is the demon boar talking to him, or is it the baby? He shouldn't just assume, based on the deep, growling pitch of the psychic voice, that it couldn't come from a baby. Should he ask? Should he--

Oop, turning away now. What the fuck is that squelching, crunching sound? He'd be worried about the baby, if not for the fact that said baby seems to be having the time of their life right now.

"Dude, it sounds like a garbage disposal turning inside out, which I'm pretty sure is totally impossible by the laws of science and engineering and mechanics! Maybe even physics, too, though I guess that falls under the general umbrella of science-- can I look now, or do you need some more privacy?"
ss_buttcrack: skeptical look (are u mad)

[personal profile] ss_buttcrack 2024-12-18 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh. That explains why you looked so freaked out. It's a good thing, Yellow. Sleep is calming, you should try it." And let him go back to bed. But... yeah he already knows that's not happening.

"Won't you come in?" he asks sarcastically, after Yellow is already inside. Hands on his hips, he turns to watch and then starts to sputter indignantly, "H-Hey, what are you giving Runt? Hey, Runt, no, you need your breakfast first."

Too late, Runt has already gripped the forbidden snack in his many arms and is scarfing it it like he's going for the hot dog eating first prize. Crichton is helpless to stop this mayhem.
graphomaniac: (Default)

Take A Look Indeed (Library)

[personal profile] graphomaniac 2024-12-19 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)

Lev/Lyubov looks at Yellow for a long moment; they aren't as good at raising just one eyebrow as their husband, so they just raise both. Then they say, "nu, like, can'st thou narrow it down a little? I'm like, a lot of things."

They sound taken aback rather than hostile — it's the question rather than Yellow's appearance that startled them. The tentacles faze them not at all.

They're out of the habit of concentrating, of deliberately watching how people's stories tangle and ensnare passers-by, of watching the flow of immaterial forces. But even so, they're also picking up ... something about Yellow. Privately, they figure that Yellow might be more normal, or at least more like what they're used to, than almost everyone else on the island. But beyond that, they can't really tell

Their expression softens; they brush aside their fringe, so Yellow can get a better look at the three star-shaped ocelli on their forehead. The ocelli glow lilac, brighter than their eyes.

bardish: 40s; MD (to019)

[personal profile] bardish 2024-12-20 11:55 am (UTC)(link)

"It's a..." Fuck, how does one describe a garbage disposal, anyway? He waves a hand abstractly. "It's like a mouth in a sink? With little knives for teeth."

Yeah, that's a totally normal and not at all unhinged description of a household appliance.

"Anyway--" Looking now and-- oh. A kid? He would not have expected a voice like that to come from a face like that, but then again, he did just consider the possibility that the baby could have this voice, like, two seconds ago, so. Who knows, what the hell, nothing is as it seems, anyway.

So.

He should probably say something, make small talk with the tentacled man... boar... guy.

...

What the fuck does one even say?

"Ah... cute kid." There we go. "Can she shapeshift, too? Like, a little..." He frames a small square with his fingers. "...eldritch piglet..."

Edited 2024-12-20 11:56 (UTC)
ss_buttcrack: (you kidding me)

[personal profile] ss_buttcrack 2024-12-20 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's not that he can't, Yellow, it's that I'd really rather you ask me first if it's okay to give it to him. I'm responsible for keeping him healthy and that includes knowing what he's eating and how much." Too late now, of course, but this better not become a pattern.

"I'm asking you to please let me do what I think is best for my... kid." Oops, is this the first time he's said that out loud? It might be.
hereticofthewilds: playby: Amanda Arcuri (Neutral - Looking Through You)

Wildcard - Into the woods

[personal profile] hereticofthewilds 2024-12-21 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
The next time Yellow ventures into the woods, he will have the nagging sensation that he's being watched. It isn't a malicious feeling, but eyes are trained on him from the shadows. Big curious eyes.
ss_buttcrack: (soft look)

[personal profile] ss_buttcrack 2024-12-21 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, hell, he didn't mean to scold that hard.

"Thank you, Yellow. I appreciate that."

And... since he's apparently not getting to go back to bed now, he heads for the kitchen instead, motioning Yellow to follow.

"Come on. Since we're all up, may as well get some coffee going. If we plan on going to talk to Neil, we'll need to bring a peace offering at this hour." He hopes Neil actually drinks coffee. He's a book nerd, he probably does, right?

"I'm gonna fry some eggs. Want any?"
yournewsidekick: (gleeful)

monster about town

[personal profile] yournewsidekick 2024-12-22 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
A loud, delighted gasp sounds from a couple yards away.

"Whoaaaaaa. Look at you!" says the teenager with bright pink hair who's got both hands clasped to her chin, starry-eyed. "Loving this. Love the tentacles and tusks combo. You know, you'd think it'd be overkill, but it's giving a real mad-scientist's-horrifying-creation-that-just-escaped-the-lab vibe. Mind if I try it on?"

And with a pomf of pink sparks, now there's a second boar-monster standing right next to Yellow.

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