We're Being Very General Today

[batteryacid]

Who: Eddie Kaspbrak & [ANYONE]
What: day to day stuff
When: general October/November timeframe
Where: Eddie's farm, out and about in town
Warnings: death (assisted suicide, vampire engages in blood drinking)

EDIT (11/10): Extending this log into November because these general prompts are still good



Food Isn't Going to Grow Itself
Eddie's day is pretty full with working on the farm. This is most likely the place that you will find him, just by virtue of the fact that it's a full time job and where he lives.

If he invited you over, feel free to just swing by! Wanna chat? No problem! Feel a need to call him out about something he did? Go for it!

You're being chased by a monster in the woods and need a safe haven? That's why he keeps a lantern by the front gate. (There's a wooden sign painted with "E. Kaspbrak Farm" also on the gate, but that wouldn't be visible in the dark...)

This is most likely where you'll find him unless you've invited him elsewhere.

Been Hanging Around This Town
To be fair, Eddie isn't a total recluse, and you stand a decent chance of catching him in town -- especially in the evenings, before full dark has fallen.

For anyone who wouldn't want to -- or wouldn't be able to -- make a trek out to Northwest Hollow and his farm, he sometimes does sword-training with River at the Festival Green.

He might be at the tavern or some other venue where Grace Holloway is giving a performance, just enjoying the vibes.

Or hell, maybe you caught him on a daytime visit to the shopping district. That's a possibility. He does chat with the tailors a lot -- he's probably going to end up doing as they suggest, and grow flax come springtime.

Wildcard
Anything else you can think of, and probably also for fallout from other October events!

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[Locked to Angel] - Gotta Feel Your Feelings

After a talk with Cecil, Eddie shows up at Angel's townhouse. He knocks on the door and waits for a response.

He's not supposed to be alone with his grief, for his lost friend (lost friends, really, for all that the others still live). Eddie thinks maybe that's why he hasn't been able to feel it, has been pushing it away and back and just telling himself 'not now'. It's not the sort of grief that you fall into without a hand to help you back out.

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[Locked to Erik] - Assistance Needed
The advertisement is placed on the community bulletin board like any other request.

Assistance Needed in Planned Death (As Soon As Possible)

Anyone with ideas for a relatively painless and least traumatic method of death is welcome to share them with Eddie Kaspbrak. Willingness to actually carry out said method would be appreciated.
Reasoning to be shared with those who respond in person. Please visit E. Kaspbrak Farm, Northwest Hollow.

And below the printed words, there is an additional handwritten note: Yes, I am aware that death is temporary here, I wouldn't be asking if it were otherwise. Serious inquiries only!

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Comments

Feeeeeelings

[graveling]

"One moment..." There's the sound of Angel throwing on a shirt and trying to ruffle his hair into behaving, before he answers the door. Eddie immediately gets one of those fleeting smiles, but then Angel notices the tear on his collar.

"Did something happen? Are you hurt? Are you...come in, okay? Come on in."

[batteryacid]

"It's fine, I'm fine," Eddie says, before doing as he's told and stepping inside. His hand goes up to touch the tear on his collar. "I just... got some instruction."

He stops fiddling with the tear and takes one of Angel's hands, before explaining the encounter with Cecil.

"--When Cecil said that I should let other people take care of me while I was in active mourning for Stan... you're the first person I thought of, Angel."

[graveling]

"Okay. Right. I can take care of you, that's not a problem at all." No hesitation, just a vague air of determination.

He's going to get a good grade in taking care, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve!

"Need held first or to be fed, first?"

[batteryacid]

"...I think probably held first. And I'd like to talk about Stan... even if it's going to make me cry..." Eddie asks, a little uncertainly, "Will that be okay?"

[graveling]

"I'm glad you're not going to be crying alone. Yeah, I'm here, and definitely okay letting you talk." Angel ushers Eddie over toward the bed. He doesn't have a couch, so all the cuddling's been in bed at his place. Which is fine, it's practical.

Wildcard: DINGDONG NEW MAILMAN

[300kgbackpack]

Within a day of settling in at the tavern in the bespoke rooms for new arrivals, Sam is restless. As a result, he's started to explore, and learning that there are farms out there means there will be a lot of open space to be tread.

The unlit lantern over the gate to Kaspbrak Farm gets a momentary glance, before he heads in. If anyone needs help, he could imagine the farming types might, whether they be in need of supplies, or just a few extra hands. It's just nice overall to be away from the town's hubbub for a while where he could hear the rest of the world and get a better feeling for the ghosts that linger around and are apparently just...harmless. He'd have to get used to that.

What Eddie might see rounding the fencing that he's put up and following the edge of the property as if mapping it out for himself, is a man in the most basic clothes they've got here, but with a couple of differences: one pair of nice boots, and the sleeves ripped off of the top.

If there are spirits around, he may see Sam reflexively slap a hand over his mouth and make his profile a little lower.

[batteryacid]

Eddie is busy, as Eddie usually is -- currently, he's weeding one of the plots, where little green leaves on dark red stems are pushing up from the ground. He doesn't notice the approach of the newcomer until Bobbin and Thread start clucking with some alarm upon noticing the new man.

Eddie looks up, raises a hand in greeting, and says "Hello there!"

[300kgbackpack]

Upon noticing the chickens, Sam crouches, watching them rather than looking back at Eddie.

He's never seen a chicken in real life before.

"Hey. Didn't know anyone was home, sorry 'bout that."

[batteryacid]

"...." Eddie watches this frankly bizarre behavior with a quizzical look on his face.

The white chicken, Bobbin, fluffs up her feathers in an attempt to look bigger (and scary), while the brown chicken, Thread, lowers her head and peers at Sam... looking for all the world like she's trying to imitate him. As if she's thinking 'Strange new human is being strange! Is this a new game?'

"Oh," Eddie purposely makes his voice flat, and deadpans, "Were you casing the place?"

[300kgbackpack]

Eyebrows go up about the white chicken fluffing up, and his stance shifts, hands atop his knees to keep himself braced. If it weren't for Eddie's question he might have clucked back at them both.

"Might be wondering if I can steal your bird." Accompanied by the most subtle 'I've just told a joke, please get it' tilt of his head. But he drops it not long after. "Nah man, just following the map around getting to know the place."

Bummin' around this old town for way too long

[skeletonkeay]

As Eddie is doing some of his shopping in town, Gerry's out in front of his shop, sweeping fall leaves off the porch. They're great for the ambiance until they get slimy from the rain.

He stops when he sees Eddie though, giving a quick wave.

[batteryacid]

Eddie shuffles his purchases from the general store so it frees up one of his hands, and waves back.

"Haven't seen you for a while," Eddie says, then asks, "How have you been, Gerry?"

[skeletonkeay]

"Licking my wounds after that stupid parade," he grumbles. "I didn't even go, I tied myself to my damn printing press, but then I got trapped and my shop got set on fire. It was a whole thing." He scoffs. "How bout you?"

[batteryacid]

"I actually got killed on that day. It made enough of an impression that Dahlia would've invited me to her birthday party, but I guess she never got my name. I went as Angel's plus-one." Eddie gives a little cough. "Which has, uh, kind of become a whole thing. And a thing I had a panic attack about."

[skeletonkeay]

Gerry raises a brow. "Oh yeah? Not happy about it or just some good ol' fashioned gay panic?"

Before the Ad Goes Up [for Angel]

[batteryacid]

Here's Eddie back on Angel's doorstep again, looking a little apprehensive as he knocks.

Once he's let inside the townhouse, Eddie looks at Angel solemnly and says, "There's something I'm going to have to do, regarding the friends I left behind, and you're not going to like it. But I wanted you to hear it from me first."

[graveling]

“Alright…” Angel’s arms cross over his chest, and he leans against a wall, literally physically bracing himself for whatever comes out of Eddie’s mouth.

[batteryacid]

Eddie holds out his hand with the scar across the palm. "My friends and I made a blood oath when we were children. To fight It again if it wasn't dead the first time. And this scar from the oath been hurting me lately. Gerry took a look at it and says that it's got seven threads of fate attached to it. One of those threads is acting strangely. Agitated, Gerry said. And it seems to me that one of my friends is in trouble."

He folds his fingers over his scarred palm and lets his hand drop, with a sigh. "I can't get out of here to help, but... the last time I died I didn't stay here. I ended up... talking to the Turtle. A cosmic being. And I think... there's a chance... that if I try to reach out to my friends from there, they'd be able to hear me. But I'd have to be dead first."

[graveling]

“You’re right, I don’t like this.”

His unblinking stare bores into Eddie heavily. “And I know if it was me saying the same thing, you wouldn’t like it, either.”

[batteryacid]

(There's an unkind retort in the back of Eddie's throat, I'm not surprised you don't understand, you never had friends but he swallows it down and sternly tells himself that's not fair. But there is a flush rising in his face.)

"You're right. I wouldn't like it," Eddie replies, with a nod. "But are you telling me not to do it?"

That might be a reason to get angry. But Eddie doesn't know that yet, so he's making himself stay calm.

Assistance Needed

[lordoftheozarks]

Erik can't help but chuckle when he reads this note. Well... that's an interesting request. And one that he could facilitate quite easily. So, he goes to find Eddie on his farm.

"Mr. Kaspbrak, I saw your request on the bulletin board and I've come to offer to fulfill it for you. Of course, I am curious why you desire it."

[batteryacid]

"Oh... of course." Eddie looks a little surprised that Lord Osborne came to help him, because haven't they only spoken the once? But Eddie lets him inside the farmhouse.

There's the kitchen table with its chairs, or the living room with an armchair and a settee. Eddie points out both places and tells Erik he can sit anywhere. Eddie will take a nearby seat.

"You already know that we can't leave here, either physically leave the island or metaphysically stay dead. And this isn't an attempt to do that, but just to get to another place temporarily." Eddie says. (He thought about this a lot, so it's yet another speech.) "The first time I died here... I ended up in a place called the Macroverse. It's... like a level of existence that touches all the alternate universes on our level? When my friends and I got involved with fighting a cosmic monster, there was another entity who gave us advice. The Turtle. And when I was dead here, I spoke to the Turtle again.

"Gerard Keay says it looks like one of my friends is in trouble. He sees threads of fate connected to the scar from our blood oath." Eddie displays the thick white scar on one palm. The skin around it is looking flushed and irritated. "I'm hoping that when I die again, I'll go to the Macroverse and my friend will be able to hear me if I try to talk to him."

It sounds crazy, but then again... Eddie is speaking to a vampire lord.

[lordoftheozarks]

Erik selects the armchair. That seems cozier. He crosses one knee over the other, fairly relaxed despite the subject of this talk. He nods along as he listens, raising an eyebrow when Eddie explains that he went to a different place temporarily. The Macroverse? That is interesting. He wonders if others have that same experience.

"The Turtle? Is it truly a turtle or is that name only metaphorical?"

Erik believes him. All of this is far too specific and sincere not to. And how can he be skeptical when he is, himself, a walking talking corpse with paranormal abilities? This sounds no stranger than anything else they've witnessed here.

"Gerard didn't mention he had such an ability. How unique." He should pay a visit to the man later. "But a blood oath is a very powerful thing. It conceivably would stretch across time and space. So, if I'm understanding you correctly, you need to perish here so you can speak to The Turtle again? I would say that is a hefty gamble but we all know that here death has few lasting consequences."

[batteryacid]

"He took on the appearance of a turtle, at the very least. Each time that he spoke to my friend Bill, and the one time that he spoke to me. And... the monster we fought, It called him the Turtle as well."

The fact that Erik believes Eddie without any real protest, just curious questions... it's unexpected, but definitely welcome. The affirmation that a blood oath could be powerful enough to connect them even after death... well, Eddie shakes away any thoughts of the implications, mentally labelling them 'for later'. He feels more secure in his course of action, though.

"I don't even know if it will work. But I have to try. One of my... my sworn friends is in trouble, and I have to try to help." (And there's that sincerity again; Eddie can sometimes be so painfully sincere.) "But you haven't mentioned... er, how you'd go about killing me for this plan to start, and I don't want to make assumptions."

[lordoftheozarks]

"Yes, I agree. You have to try. The short pain of death will be nothing to the lasting guilt of wondering if there was something more you could do." Erik knows that all to well.

Ah, there's the question he's been waiting for.

"My first inclination is to drink your blood until you exsanguinate. A meal like that would keep me fed for an entire week or more. If that is too unsettling for you I could simply snap your neck."