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dualislogs2020-01-25 02:46 pm
blitzcheer) wrote in dualislogs2020-01-25 02:46 pm
[closed]
WHO: Tidus & others
WHAT: just some closed starters
WHERE: around
WHEN: during january!
WARNINGS: will be hecking added if applicable
tidus
WHAT: just some closed starters
WHERE: around
WHEN: during january!
WARNINGS: will be hecking added if applicable
tidus
- & arkady: link; mention of drug use (in the past)
& harry du bois: link; mentions of drug use, alcohol consumption
& crazy jane: link
& harry du bois, arkady: penguins
& nida nomura: vroom vroom
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ELECTROCHEMISTRY — Be still my beating heart, she sees it, too! You just extinguished a trace of yourself, brother. Didn't even think to take one drag, huh?
Yeah, why did he do that?
ELECTROCHEMISTRY — Hey, hey... It ain't all bad! You didn't see it before, but now you know: she could be your buddy-buddy.
It's a thought. His attempts at sharing cigarettes in Dualis have been summarily rejected by pretty much everyone who's not some fellow forgettable bar-door drunk. And more than that, the para-natural and psychoactive make pretty good bed-fellows, right?
Somewhere below him, one of the penguins nips at the rubber boots he's wearing. He hums, staring down at them for a moment, before glancing up at the pair again.]
I dunno, lady. It's kinda early for feeding time. It's a whole... public event, you know? [He sweeps his knuckles across his jaw, mock-thoughtful. Sucks a long breath in, continuing the motion for a good couple of beats. And then:] Although... [He squats, suddenly.] Tidus, buddy, you're in luck! We just so happen to do a penguin experience. [From his new position, he reaches one hand out (allowing it to be half-pecked at) while he smooths his other down the little dude's back. The grin he's wearing is that of a salesman.] I mean, normally we're all booked up, but seeing as we're friends, and I got a little time? [His shoulders rise in a tiny shrug.] I'll give you the low-down, you get to feed them...
[His eyebrows have climbed up, too, and whoops, he's pulling The Expression.]
C'mon, what's 50 duos for the perfect date?
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As quickly as it came the thought flitted from her mind and she moved back to thinking about the penguins.And feeding them. And the date teasing. She widens her eyes and looks like a puppy wanting the biggest piece of bacon ever. Please give her this. Violet eyes blink as she looks frmo Harry to Tidus and then she claps her hands together and jumps up and down.
Is she an adult that's tripped on acid more times than she can count? Maybe. Or maybe she's just a penguin enthusiast. ]
Tidus! Can we?! We can right?! We don't have many animals where I'm from anymore. Or zoos! [ Or anything. Because they'd accidentally fucked England completely. And maybe more places. Arkady is just going to casually skip admitting that they don't have animals because maybe, just maybe, the FreakAngels accidentally killed them when they punched a hole through reality. Unimportant parts of the story are unimportant.
Her heads inclined now to the right side and her eyes are practically begging saucers. Then without any amount of shame or hesitation she flings an arm around Tidus neck and grabs Harry's hand and nods her head. ]
50 duos for penguin feeding! Deal! [ Here's to hoping Tidus has money now that he's been volunteered. ]
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Fifty duos?! [ The meaning of that amount only sputters into Tidus's head and out his mouth the second time it's said, and he gawks between the pair, the oblivious excitement coming from the latter who -- it has to be oblivious! Or just not caring. Same difference! ]
That's daylight robbery, man! [ Tidus swings out an arm -- his map hand-holding arm, now a scrunched up mess -- in protest. None of the penguins react. No one understands the criminal activity taking place here other than Tidus. ] Do you have fifty duos? I didn't bring that -- I'm not spending that on feeding the flappy things! They're already chubby!
[ Which is more important than what he has or doesn't, at least what he isn't doing. He shoots whatever face Harry is currently making with disbelief. Points at him, still half-hooked at the neck by Arkady. ]
I wanna haggle! Twenty duos!
[ is it too late to haggle when a handshake has taken place ]
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Sorry, kiddo. Can't haggle on a done deal. [Having released Arkady's hand, he's brought both of his down to the nearest penguin. Thumbs resting beneath either flipper, he slides them up, like the little guy is shrugging.] Besides, fifty is already a friends and family discount. [The penguin's head flops against one of Harry's arms, and it busies itself by clapping its beak at the hair there.] It'll be great. Promise.
[And with that, he releases the penguin and pushes himself to his feet. Using that prickly chin of his, he indicates a small building across the enclosure. Its done up with a crude arctic landscape, with a couple of doors either side of the wall, and a hole painted to look like an igloo for the penguins to waddle through at will.]
Go wait at the door, there. I'll be two, three minutes, tops. [He begins the awkward process of moving between the minefield of penguins like the world's worst bowling ball avoiding every pin. A few meters in, he pauses, and turns just enough to flash Arkady a couple of finger guns.] Catch you on the flipper side.
[He doesn't even wait for a reaction, instead immediately turning away again as he heads to the other door, keys jangling as he goes to unlock it. A couple of the penguins that had been following him in an orderly queue patter excitedly over to the fake igloo and duck inside.]
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The tiny spark of excitement returns when he tells them to go wait by the door. Will they get to see the penguin feeding after all? It's the thing that really matters here, isn't it? Wait.
No.
There's something else that's more important. ] Flipper side! [ She taps her head and grins. Right! Something more important. She takes Tidus' hand and guides them towards the door. In her attempt to seem as casual as possible she swings both their hands to a song only she can hear. ]
This place is fun! [ She smiles at him and then tilts her head. She could just ask if they're ready to talk privately, but she prefers to just do things. It's more interesting that way. So, she pulls them into their minds. Or her mind? Or just a mindscape? It's all weird and complicated. It's like they're still at the zoo but everyone around is just a glowing white blob that doesn't move. Everything has a weird purple hue to it too, all sorts of shades with the occasional hint of blue and yellow. Kind of like a weird trip. ]
So, we need to talk about things?
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He's given up his protests; vocally, anyway, with none of his disgruntled leaving the rest of him, aura and all. Regardless, he doesn't fight as he's the one manhandled -- or womanhandled -- by Arkady a second time, better her to lead him than his own two feet. This was nothing close to how he was picturing this meeting to go, and while it wasn't dangerous, it was disorienting.
Even before the shift of Arkady's powers coming into play. Their own tiny collection of white and black friends, blipped out from immediate attention to the haze of her mindscape. Tidus doesn't look back or around to observe their surroundings, though it's different from last time this happened. Probably better for it on Harry's end than when they did this to Hank, although Tidus's immediate thought on the shift and Arkady's prompting question is: ]
Yeah, about this fifty duos? 'Friends and family discount'? I'm calling-- [ Can one's 'inside' voice cut off with a huff? Tidus's does regardless, a mental tch, a grumbling of nothing but emotion following for a second. ]
Fine fine, serious talk. You okay, Harry?
[ Begrudging as it is, it's not insincere, or not meant to be. At least Tidus was better prepared for this when Arkady used a less visually-inflicting mind chatter on him in their first meeting. How would Harry take to it? ]
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Harry shifts, too. First, a surprised lurch backwards into the door. Then, downwards as Tidus's voice hits and a bolt of terror sends him scrabbling into a corner like a dog exposed to fireworks. He crouches there, chest heaving and eyes blinking owlishly.
LOGIC — This is the mind thing, isn't it? Tidus never described the visual side, but it stands to reason, right?
ELECTROCHEMISTRY — And ohhh, buddy. Speaking of visuals, you thought pyrholidon was wild... It's like you pressed your eyeballs inside a jellyfish. Imagine—
VOLITION — No, don't imagine anything. Not until we know how this works, okay? Just stay calm and think, "I'm fine."
Mumbled:]
M'fine.
[He feels his throat bob as he says it.
VOLITION — Okay, close, but maybe try thinking it this time. Just... when you're ready, a nice, clear: "I'm okay."]
I. AM. A-OK.
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You don't seem fine. [ She looks over at Tidus and then sighs mentally. ] Too much? [ It seems so and now she's mildly disappointed. ]
Should we have just done mind talking? We can do that!
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[ The mood and any grumbling Tidus had left in him is severed clean, dispelled the second he notices Harry's reaction. Difficult to miss despite the partition of what one calls a solid wall, but that's been faded by the same power that allows them to see the same white dots of people wandering the park. Instead, it's like peering through milky plastic, with Harry's figure turning from upright into a more circular shaped, its glow catching Tidus's eye. A miniature human-made igloo, which is more concerning than funny.
And that's not even touching on the voices. Different pitches of the same source, and Tidus doesn't understand, but he'll dismiss that confusion for what's immediately important. Seriously, one thing at a time here. ]
No visuals, cut it! Take it easy, I would've freaked out if you did this to me the first time too. [ And his 'second time' wasn't even this trippy, despite how much he didn't want to see his own flickering form. Tidus turns his attention back onto Harry, some part of him wanting to go to whatever door would get him to the other side, but reality then returns to what it should be before he can make any decision. The indoors shaded by the roof, the colours dulled and normal.
A solid wall to greet him. No Harry shapes to be seen.
That doesn't ease Tidus, but hopefully it does the older man. ]
Hey, everything normal on your end now? You cool? [ He aims for casual in his reassurance, hands smoothing out the air uselessly. Thinks to add, even if he's unsure he'll be heard: ]
You good, Harry?
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DRAMA — That's genuine concern, sire. It appears they're under the impression that you're panicking.
COMPOSURE — What's the giveaway? It's not like they can see you sweating... knee jerking... God, cool the fuck down, okay? This is embarrassing. You're embarrassing yourself and they can hear it in your fucking head voice.
True or not, he can feel the back of his neck heat up, cheeks burning. Before he can wonder whether a bright red face can be witnessed in this new purple world, the vision seems to flicker off.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY — Aaaand now it's gone again. That's disappointing. You don't think you ever did the Hunch—
ENCYCLOPEDIA — B-hydroxy-phenothiazine.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY — Right. But this kinda lines up with what you heard about it. A wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am, then nothing.
And yet, for all of that, he's thankful for the return to normality. For one thing, he's now aware of the three penguins that appear to be stood off to the side, observing his little breakdown from the entrance of their igloo door. Those glittering eyes appear curious, but blissfully without judgement.
SUGGESTION — You might want to try replying again.
Harry clears his throat - an automatic build-up to talking - but he manages to think the words instead:]
Oh yeah. Super cool.
[It's a much better attempt. None of that weird stiltedness from before.
SUGGESTION — And now go open that door. Just... maybe wipe your forehead first. Dead giveaway.
He takes a slow, steadying breath, then does just that, pressing his brow into the crook of his elbow before drawing the bolt open.]
Hey. Sorry, feel free to head in. Just, uh... just wait here while I go grab the fish, okay? And throw that lock across.
[He's very loosely gesturing, already turning away to head into the attached corridor, because yes, the blush is still there, and no, he doesn't want them seeing it. Just stare at the barely fenced-off penguins and give him a minute okay?]
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Guilt that mixes with the discomfort she feels from the other two. Sometimes being psychic isn't nearly as fun as others. ]
I'm sorry. It's just safer that way, nobody notices anything weird at all.
[ And somehow even her psychic voice manages to sound a bit discouraged. Like a kid that thought they'd made the perfect breakfast only to be told that strawberry frosting cereal wasn't a legitimate breakfast. It should be a very good breakfast!
Now she's just going to sulk though, folding her arms across her chest and not really moving in any direction until someone pulls her along to their destination. She's given up on the dream of seeing the Pengus and instead is focused on feeling pretty bad that she's evidently freaked out a grown man and a ....Tidus. ]
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They're all rather jumbled right now. Tidus begins to start a thought before the door opens enough to signal them to go in, distracting him. But then Harry's already going, so he makes a decision to turn back to Arkady first, who's showing no signs of being in a rush to get in.
He puts a hand on her shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. ]
It's alright, don't worry about it. Just a little warning next time, okay? [ He says it hushed, not meaning on his end to sound rattled; just maybe being too forceful in the moment. Flashing her a smile, pushes the door the rest of the way open, tipping his head for her go in first. ] We can do it later. Think Harry liked it?
[ Which isn't a thought he means to share, quizzical and quiet and to himself, but what's keeping thoughts to yourself during a telepathic link? If Arkady goes in, then he'll close the door and do the lock behind him. ]
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ELECTROCHEMISTRY — Guess what, baby? That crippled soldier behind your ear? He wants to fight.
When Harry reappears, not only does he return with the bucket of fish he promised, but with a box of gloves and the stench of tarry cigarettes, too. His eyebrows dance up as some kind of greeting, and he sets the bucket down to the floor, before turning his attention to the box in his hands.
His face is its usual level of ruddy now.]
So. Do you guys wanna get straight to business or what?
[His eyes flick up as (having tugged a couple of pairs free from their cardboard prison) he throws the balled up gloves towards Tidus, then Arkady.]