[closed]

[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

Comments

[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.]