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station722017-06-22 09:58 pm
decommission) wrote in station722017-06-22 09:58 pm
stranger danger
CHARACTERS: Steve and you
WHERE: The Station
WHEN: DAY :050-52
SUMMARY: Open downtime stuff
WARNINGS: None yet
DUMPSTER DIVING
MENTAL FINGER PAINTING
(OOC NOTES: The second collection of prompts is open to anyone looking to practice mental powers. Feel free to come straight in and distort/add to the scenes. )
WHERE: The Station
WHEN: DAY :050-52
SUMMARY: Open downtime stuff
WARNINGS: None yet
DUMPSTER DIVING
[ An intrepid explorer moves around the rec wing on some days, moving from one grey room to another.
(a. ) One morning he can be found in the library, hunched over a book. It's got a beaten up covering of plastic and a illegible label torn from the bottom. The title reads Treasure Planet, the author L. R. Stevenson.
( b. ) At a table that grows out of the ground, he studies an odd board game.
( c. ) That same table will have cards spread across it another day. They're about the same size as a playing deck with slight variations - likely because they all appear to be from completely different decks, as though someone had stolen them for this collection. Every single one of the seventy cards depicts a different version of a tower. ]
MENTAL FINGER PAINTING
[ He sits cross-legged on his bed, back pressed against the wall. Deep breathe in through the nose, out through the mouth. In and out. His eyes are closed, makes it easier.
While his body is silent, his mind is active, shields porous to let in a passerby without letting anything slip too far across the spidery links connecting them.
He paints a forest, tree by tree in dark greens and browns and the scent of pine. In the far distance the clack clack clack of rails invades the scenery, never far from the city.
He paints a park of flashing lights and amusement, ocean salt in the air mingling with fried foods. A young woman shrieks with laughter at her companion, a faceless child cries and tugs as his mother drags him along. Disconcertingly, the faces of the passing crowds are vague, unfinished impressions, their voices garbled together as background noise.
He paints a battlefield. Shoulder to shoulder, pressed against the crumbling brick - the image shudders and tears, leaving behind the unpleasant scent of unwashed bodies and blood. ]
(OOC NOTES: The second collection of prompts is open to anyone looking to practice mental powers. Feel free to come straight in and distort/add to the scenes. )
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Sure - maybe you can help me figure out what these are. [ An amiable half smile, and he nods at the spread on the table. Some are printed in colors, while others are black and white. The crease at his brow returns. ]
You'll find a lot of stuff like this around here. [ Things left behind by someone who once lived on the Station. Things that are almost exact replicas of items from home, and just as many items that are close in all but one alien way. The cards are like that. He thinks they might be from a fortune teller's deck, but some of the ones with words on them aren't in any recognizable language. ]
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Sliding out a chair, she sits across from him, reaching for a nearby card to get a closer look. ] May I?
These look like tarot cards. [ She frowned slightly, shaking her head. ] But not a proper deck.
[ Admittedly, though, she's never practiced the art herself and her knowledge is limited. ]
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Every drawing means something, right? [ The images stand for something. More than half of these towers are burning. He's not sure what might compel someone to gather up so many of the same one though - his frown deepens. ] Must've taken them a while to get this many of them.
[ Could they each have been from a different world? ]
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Maybe they believed it meant something. A warning, perhaps?
[ But a warning of things yet to come or for some event that's already passed? ]
Maybe they hoped to find something different.
[ If the cards did indeed warn of something, perhaps whoever had gone to the trouble of collecting them had hoped to change it. The images do seem rather violent. ]
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You believe in this kinda stuff? [ Omens, fortune tellers. He wouldn't consider himself superstitious. It already felt like there were too many forces out of his control, he didn't have time to give weight to any more. ]