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[blitzcheer]

WHO: Tidus & others
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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[blitzcheer]

Hey -- hey, Harry--

[ 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?

[hobocop]

[At some point, as the new voices continue rattling in his head, Harry manages to force himself up again, hand pressing against the concrete behind him for support.

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?]

[hellofishies]

[ Now she actually feels bad. That's what Arkady is focusing on the most. It's fun at first until people start to really freak out. Then it slowly gets less fun and more guilt-y feeling. When the psychic images disappear she has her shoulders visibly slumped in a vague gesture of defeat that mixes with her feelings of guilt.

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. ]

[blitzcheer]

[ It's like there's a bigger conversation taking place than there should be, and it bewilders Tidus to be listening into. Is that normal? No. ...or maybe it is? But he doesn't think -- can't think -- anything too prominent as it occurs when he's not even sure what to make of it. And then there's Arkady beside him, deflating to the reactions.

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. ]

[hobocop]

[Having left the scene, Harry's head seems a lot quieter. There's a stray observation every now and then, pointing out a sound, or smell, but the frantic tripping contributions have slowed to a stop. Barring a brief aside from one of the more creeping, oleaginous voices, anyway:

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.]