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pawnstorm2016-11-17 12:38 pm
moreasleep) wrote in pawnstorm2016-11-17 12:38 pm
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[OPEN] Thymus vulgaris
Who: Rory and YOU!
When: Late Calendi and throughout Chrysanth
Where: Thristiel Hospital, Caissa, and Various
What: InsaneJournal, Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough, and building a house
Rating: Aside from language, none
InsaneJournal (Standard Rory | Awake!Rory Optional)
[Rory gripped a large container full of coffee in both his hands. Just the outside of the hospital had a foreboding aura about it. Yet from the way he behaved, he may as well have been staring into a fireplace on a cold winter's night.]
Here's the plan. [He gulped down some coffee and winced.] We go in, you stay by me. Got it? Don't. Leave. My sight. Keep your eyes and ears open. That includes looking up and down. You tell me the second you think you hear or see something.
[While he had confidence in his voice, there was something very wrong about him. He yawned with every other breath he took. This man looked as if he were about to fall asleep and, though he quickly drank the rest, this coffee seemed to do little to help.]
InsaneJournal: Dog Edition
[Got lost? Separated? Or perhaps a brave soul going alone? Regardless, caution was vital, for the Limbod drew near. Spirits wailed in terror, recreating the last moments of their lives as they try in vain to flee. Just as the abomination closed in on the lone wanderer, howls echoed down the halls, seeming to come from all around. The Limbod looked, buying precious time to escape.
The tables and cots that previously blocked a nearby passage came tearing down. Inside the darkness was a pair of great, red, eyes.
It bellowed:] This way.
Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough (Carbuncle)
[Finally, a forest with no moving corpses. The plants were still alive, so that was also a bonus. Rory had already added a few samples to his collection and now it was time to work. Out of all the items, this was the most challenging. He breathed out a sigh and bounced on his feet. Perhaps he was just overthinking this. All he had to do was laugh. Think of it like a song; the singer had to inhabit the role of the music. He just had to inhabit the role of someone who remembered how to laugh.]
Okay. [he muttered:] 1... 2...
[He took another deep breath, then:] Hah!!
[...]
[That was entirely stupid. He put his face in his hands. It finally happened. He forgot how to laugh.]
Wisteria (Various | Caissa)
[One man's trash is another man's treasure.
Throughout Caissa, Petrosian, Capablanca, and even Moreau, Rory drifted through bins, stores, clockwork graveyards, and more all in the search for salvageable items. A project this big called for extensive materials, and he would not gouge his savings on the new when he could repurpose the old for a fraction of the cost. At the end of the day, he dragged piles of metal, wood, and glass around in Caissa. Or, perhaps he found you about to dispose something of the aforementioned material and he quickly hurried over, his hand waving in the air.]
Wait! Don't throw that away! I'll take it.
Wildcard
[You know how this goes! Throw in a prompt, or throw in an empty response or pm for a personal starter!]
When: Late Calendi and throughout Chrysanth
Where: Thristiel Hospital, Caissa, and Various
What: InsaneJournal, Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough, and building a house
Rating: Aside from language, none
InsaneJournal (Standard Rory | Awake!Rory Optional)
[Rory gripped a large container full of coffee in both his hands. Just the outside of the hospital had a foreboding aura about it. Yet from the way he behaved, he may as well have been staring into a fireplace on a cold winter's night.]
Here's the plan. [He gulped down some coffee and winced.] We go in, you stay by me. Got it? Don't. Leave. My sight. Keep your eyes and ears open. That includes looking up and down. You tell me the second you think you hear or see something.
[While he had confidence in his voice, there was something very wrong about him. He yawned with every other breath he took. This man looked as if he were about to fall asleep and, though he quickly drank the rest, this coffee seemed to do little to help.]
InsaneJournal: Dog Edition
[Got lost? Separated? Or perhaps a brave soul going alone? Regardless, caution was vital, for the Limbod drew near. Spirits wailed in terror, recreating the last moments of their lives as they try in vain to flee. Just as the abomination closed in on the lone wanderer, howls echoed down the halls, seeming to come from all around. The Limbod looked, buying precious time to escape.
The tables and cots that previously blocked a nearby passage came tearing down. Inside the darkness was a pair of great, red, eyes.
It bellowed:] This way.
Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough (Carbuncle)
[Finally, a forest with no moving corpses. The plants were still alive, so that was also a bonus. Rory had already added a few samples to his collection and now it was time to work. Out of all the items, this was the most challenging. He breathed out a sigh and bounced on his feet. Perhaps he was just overthinking this. All he had to do was laugh. Think of it like a song; the singer had to inhabit the role of the music. He just had to inhabit the role of someone who remembered how to laugh.]
Okay. [he muttered:] 1... 2...
[He took another deep breath, then:] Hah!!
[...]
[That was entirely stupid. He put his face in his hands. It finally happened. He forgot how to laugh.]
Wisteria (Various | Caissa)
[One man's trash is another man's treasure.
Throughout Caissa, Petrosian, Capablanca, and even Moreau, Rory drifted through bins, stores, clockwork graveyards, and more all in the search for salvageable items. A project this big called for extensive materials, and he would not gouge his savings on the new when he could repurpose the old for a fraction of the cost. At the end of the day, he dragged piles of metal, wood, and glass around in Caissa. Or, perhaps he found you about to dispose something of the aforementioned material and he quickly hurried over, his hand waving in the air.]
Wait! Don't throw that away! I'll take it.
Wildcard
[You know how this goes! Throw in a prompt, or throw in an empty response or pm for a personal starter!]