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station722016-10-02 09:37 am
decommission) wrote in station722016-10-02 09:37 am
Entry tags:
- addison parker [original],
- aoba seragaki [dramatical murder],
- bellamy blake [the 100],
- bruce wayne [batman:telltale],
- clint barton [mcu],
- giorno giovanna [jojo],
- john murphy [the 100],
- lexa [the 100],
- peter parker [the amazing spider-man],
- pidge gunderson (katie holt) [voltron],
- sam wilson [mcu],
- steve rogers [mcu],
- the darkling [grisha trilogy]
PARTY PARTY PARTY
CHARACTERS: Everyone!
WHERE: The streets of Concordia
WHEN: Dusk til just before dawn on DAY 040
SUMMARY: IT'S A PARADE
WARNINGS: Add them to your top levels as necessary etc etc
As from the calendar:
From the mods:
Feel free to use this log for all of your parade day activities!
*moving art piece not included, original characters do not steal
WHERE: The streets of Concordia
WHEN: Dusk til just before dawn on DAY 040
SUMMARY: IT'S A PARADE
WARNINGS: Add them to your top levels as necessary etc etc
As from the calendar:
Confetti! It's a parade! The annual Arista Parade, to be precise. Nominally a part of Aristana, the celebration of the ribbons of life, it's a holiday who's origins are nearly forgotten. Nowadays it's a big, raucous celebration pretty dedicated much entirely to drinking and partying. Almost all those in attendance will be wearing ribbons tied around their hair, their wrists, off of their belts and the edges of their sleeves. Pull one off, and you will be rewarded with a kiss - on the cheek, usually. The parade itself showcases a number of performers, costumes, and moving art pieces. It's route covers a number of the main streets of town (which will be closed, sorry traffic), and it lasts from dusk till nearly dawn on DAY :040. Have fun, if it's your kind of scene.
From the mods:
No notable NPCs are present at the parade - at least not in any official capacity. However if anyone wants to interact with a Concordian native, feel free to make up/interact with any randos you feel like!
Feel free to use this log for all of your parade day activities!
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[ The strange double-voice continues, and like the purple light surrounding Shiro's hand, a flash of yellow sparks against the dimly lit alley. It fades just as fast, but remains lit in Aoba's eyes. Weren't they plainer before? Hazel?
Finally the stranger lets go, but it's reluctant. He stares at them both like he knows - something is off, something is up, he's not acting of his own will and these two aren't right. And like before, he's not afraid to voice it. Just what the hell are you two?
Aoba doesn't give him the chance at an answer. ]
L͞ęave͟ ̨us ҉a̴nd ̀for̴ge͠t́ o͞u͘r fa͢ćeş. For͜g̢et͝ ̷th̨i͝s ͞ever ̷h͝a̡p̡p͘e̡ne̛d.
[ It's the safest route he can think of taking, in the spur of the moment. Make him walk away and forget, so no alarms are raised that could lead anyone back to the Nest. To Aoba's relief, it continues to work - the man turns to leave, but with an expression of angry confusion. Why, why is he listening, he could take these guys! But then, as he gets further away and rejoins the more crowded streets... what was he so mad about again? What had he been doing...?
Back in the alley, Aoba releases a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. He places one hand against the dirty concrete wall to keep himself standing as his nerves and powers come back down. His eyes fade back to their natural hazel as he tilts his head to look up at Shiro, the yellow light in them dying down. ]
Thank you...
[ He's trying to smile for him, but... he was more shaken than he realized. Probably because of Scrap, but still.
That was close. ]
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[He'd know.]
[His jaw tightens at the demanding question, brain warring for an answer that isn't squeeze just a little more. It's defensive. An irrational urge.]
[He's saved from having to come up with anything, and can't help the brief glance toward his fellow brain-sharer. Nestmate. Whatever they're calling themselves. But he doesn't let go until the guy is definitely turning to leave. Even then, he shifts his weight. Until he stands directly between the stranger's retreating back and Aoba.]
[Old habits die hard.]
[It's only when the guy disappears in the crowd that he turns back, and immediately offers up a hand.]
It was nothing. Are you okay?
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He doesn't take the hand offered, but reaches up to gently push it away in decline. Not that he doesn't appreciate the gesture, he just doesn't need to feel even more helpless right now.
Even if he does need help, soon. ]
I-I'm fine, but... I'm probably going to fall unconscious for a while and... wake up with a migraine later.
[ So no, not fine. Aoba groans softly, though it's more exasperated than painful. It's coming on just like last time, he can feel it. His vision is already starting to speckle, and he leans more heavily into the wall. ]
It happens every time I use Scrap... damnit, I was so stupid to use it.
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[Said with the tone of someone who knows how that goes. Thanks a lot, Life. Hah, you thought he was going to blame Lance for that one -- that kid can't cause all the havoc in Shiro's life. Regardless, what's more important is getting his friend here to safety.]
[So he holds out his arm again.]
Worry about that later. Right now, we just need to worry about getting you home. Okay?
[He doesn't mean for the tone of his voice to harden a fraction. Like he's telling the others some new order. Figuring out a new plan of attack. But it's there. And old habits die harder than ever.]
Lean on me -- half the people out there are drunk. One more leaning and stumbling won't raise an eyebrow.
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He has to remind himself of Nirad's reassurances. It's alright. It's not weird here like it is at home. And despite the somewhat commanding way he says it, what Shiro points out does help - he'll probably just look like another drunk friend being toted away. ]
A... alright.
[ He reaches for Shiro's arm again, taking it this time, and pushes himself up from the wall... a little too fast. He stumbles, a sudden wave of dizziness catching him off guard, and he grabs Shiro's other arm to keep steady. The metal one, the one that glowed bright and dangerous. ]
S-sorry.
[ He doesn't seemed phased by anything other than his own clumsiness. ]
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[His shoulders tense up, however, at the lurch for his arm. For that arm in particular. It's too dangerous, it could hurt someone, something, and -- he just braces himself. Ducking under the other's arm in return. Supporting him.]
You don't need to apologize. Think of it like... you're giving a tired introvert an excuse to go home.
[Just a little bit of flat humor. He's trying.]
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[ A soft grunt of agreement is all he can manage as he finds his footing again. Shiro's support helps. He holds on as they slowly begin the walk back to Bearings. ]
What were you doing out here before you... found me?
[ He doesn't want to say rescued - he told that guy off too, (quite literally, with psychic voice powers) but it's still a good thing Shiro came around. He might not have been able to hold him off, and now that he's used Scrap he can barely balance through the oncoming migraine. Maybe talking will help stave off the encroaching pain for a little while. ]
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[Partly. And partly looking for a way to pick up a car. But the walk had been a big part of it. To clear his head and get away from the press of people for a little while. Only to walk right into more of it.]
[If the weight of another person bothers him, he doesn't comment on it. Just keeps a steady pace.]
I do that a lot, anymore. Helps -- keeping a little distance when I can.
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Th-that's good. I used to go for long walks at home... well, for work... and because it was the only way around...
[ They turn a corner, and finally the loud music and people yelling in the streets start to sound farther away. The parade is weaving, unpredictable - it will undoubtedly get louder again before they reach Bearings, might even be loud on the rooftop where Shiro had found a moment of peace. At least it will be silent once they're inside. ]
Are you finding it any easier to... keep your headspace clear?
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[He'll manage. Even if the pain leaks through, it's not like he hasn't fought through pain before. Or carried on despite it. The last thing he wants is to put someone else out for his own comfort -- hence the reassurance he doesn't need a conversation if Aoba can't manage it.]
[The quieter street is nicer on his own senses too. Not that he'll say so. But after so long in such a quiet space, in such a big, empty ship, and as nice as it is to see humans again, it feels like Too Much.]
[His grip shifts, just enough to get a better hold.]
Some days. Better than "some hours". Do you need me to carry you?
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[ The way he asks so casually, slipping it in at the end of something else - that catches Aoba off guard. Makes him stagger worse than before in surprise. If Shiro hadn't adjusted his hold, he'd be on the pavement already. ]
N-no, I'm fine like this!
[ Why is his face so hot all the sudden? Is fever also a side-effect from using Scrap?
Being helped home, slung over the shoulder of a friend is one thing. Shiro sold it to him on the fact that he just looks like another drunk out partying too hard for the holiday. But being carried? By another guy?? In public??? It's too embarrassing. They would be near Bearings soon, what if another host sees-? ]
I can... just fine-
[ And then Aoba slumps against Shiro, unconscious - the looming migraine and sudden rush to his head too much. ]
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Really? It's all ri-- whoa!
[Well. Regardless of whether or not it's acceptable or something to stare at, it's going to happen. He pauses, getting his balance back when the poor guy goes limp. And...]
[After a brief debate, it's up into a fireman's carry for Aoba. Like it's nothing. Nothing's chasing them, nothing wants to kill them. This is a lot easier than hauling Lance's noodle butt around the castle.]
[And a lot less harrowing.]
Well, that settles that. C'mon...