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Apr 22 2018, 06:43 PM
i tried to do handstands for youfor Lot Adachi
lyrics: bruises - chairliftthread warnings
It's their first sleepover in a long time without Mo.
She left over spring break, suddenly, to go spend more time with her dad. She isn't coming back. Cam feels weird about it -- sad and lonely. It's also weirdly intimate without Mo here. There were three of them for so long, Mo and Cam splitting Lot's attention. Cam almost forgot how intense it can be when Lot's focus is all on him. Things haven't changed much -- they watched Boss Baby despite Cam's complaints, and now they're laying on one of the guest rooms' beds, talking about nothing.
"It was the worst. I can't believe the professor still lets him talk," Cam says, finishing up a story about a jackass in his English class. He picks at a pill on his sweater.
Nov 20 2017, 02:27 PM
a brilliant lightTwelve hours to departure.
heralded by seven birds
flying tirelessly from the storman adventure zone: balance au
outfit: yarrow I, cam I, lottie Ithread warnings
the apocalypse, death, un
death, memory erasure, more tba
We’re in a dive bar — Captain Weiser said it would be more wise to stick to a smaller venue, considering all the hubbub surrounding our mission. Most of the crew seems fine with that. Officer Etxebarria is making friends, as he’s wont to do; the twins are keeping to themselves and drinking heavily; Officer Moreau has a martini in one hand and her bible in the other. Officer Kang looks considerably less comfortable. Thus far we’ve gone unrecognized.
Eleven and a half hours to departure.
Officer Etxebarria sustained a black eye during the barfight and Officer Moreau sustained a cut on her right arm, but by and large we’re undamaged. It may be for the best that we were escorted out of the bar. Parker appears to be wearing new shoes and Lottie is counting coins as we leave. Officer Kang looks scandalized and Captain Weiser is, needless to say, not especially pleased with us.
Officer Cam Pyun is writing in two notebooks with both hands when the end of the world comes.
There are seven crew members on the deck of the Starblaster, going around the business of working the ship. They’re the top officers that the Institute for Planar Research and Exploration has to officer, thus their being chosen for a three-month-long expedition outside of their own plane and into worlds beyond — a feat never thought possible before the invention of the Starblaster’s bond engine.
Cam is excited about the journey, absolutely thrilled to have been chosen as chronicler of the trip. He’s the youngest member of the crew and his wide, observant eyes dart around the deck to keep a careful record of every possible thing. He’s timid, even around his crewmates, but there isn’t a more competent record-keeper in the prime material plane.
Medical Officer Yarrow Moreau is a strange one, a gnomish cleric (albeit one who is often mistaken as a warlock at first glance) in the service of Pan. It’s hard to pin down where she stands on anything — even in the press conference the crew gave the day before, her answers were vague and flighty. All the crowd got out of her is that she’s “present solely for the pursuit of knowledge,” which given that the crew is on an expedition and discovery mission, was something of a given. When the end of the world comes, her expression barely changes except for a slight furrowing of her brow.
Lottie Emery is a researcher and the best evocation specialist the IPRE has, though her aggressive outspokenness has gotten her in trouble before. Alongside her twin brother, she joined the institute for a meal ticket — their meteoric rise to the top of the class was unanticipated, to be sure.
She’s the first one to run to the window when the end comes into view, turbulence rocking the ship as great black tendrils reach out of the abyss and shoot through their world. Flashes of opalescent color linger along the tendrils, and if it weren’t for the violence of the scene it might be beautiful. “What the fuck,” she says at first, and then “go back. Go back!”
Aug 6 2017, 09:10 PM
there's no residue of a torturer inside of your eyesfor Lot Adachi
outfit: herethread warnings
blood/injury, forcible outing
Cam Pyun is, simply put, a mess as he rides the bus to the suburbs. He's not entirely certain this is a great idea -- he's only three days out from the fight with Lot and his mother, and let's get one thing absolutely straight: he's still pissed.
His nose aches and he doesn't know what to do about his mother. He doesn't know what to do with the messages from his father,
either, and alright maybe some of his reaching out to Lot is that he's in need of a distraction. He loves Mo, but there's something effortless about Lot. He can just shut his brain off and watch some weird movie and listen to Lot's bad jokes, and that's what he needs right now.
He feels a little bit guilty about it. He knows Mo is still furious, still not speaking to Lot. He feels like he's being too forgiving -- after all, Lot isn't even sorry
-- but then, he never expected him to be. And besides, it's half his fault for letting Lot Adachi within twenty feet of Susan Pyun. In retrospect, that was just a bad idea.
He thinks maybe he wanted things to fail. Not as dramatically as they did, but he was chafing
, dealing with her. He's trying to reassure himself, at least, that things are going to be better now. His dad added his real Facebook account (he sees that once he's on the bus, scrolling through) and that's... something.
It's all going to work out. It's got to. He's decided to be optimistic about it.
That's the mindset he's working with when he gets to Lot's place. He hesitates out front for a moment, not sure if he should knock or not (he usually does,
usually gets chided for it since the door's fuckin' open, dude
it's the pain in his knuckles that makes him decide to just walk in, through the hallway to the kitchen. "Hey," he says, scratching at the back of his neck, feeling tense. He hopes that goes away soon.
Jul 17 2017, 02:32 PM
catching signals that sound in the darkfor Morgan Mauthread warnings
panic attacks, dysphoria, abuse
It's the weekend. Daisy and Sveta are out on a date, Mo is somewhere doing whatever Mo does, and Cam is buried under a blanket in the dorm trying to stop shaking.
He got a call from his mother. That's what prompted it. She saw that picture he put on Facebook (his old Facebook, the one he only really uses to convince her he's being good, the one that says Camille and not Cam) and sees he got a haircut, didn't he, and shouldn't he grow it out again, it's such a shame to see it so short. She hopes he's doing well. His friends look nice. It's just such a shame about his hair.
The picture is from the neck up, a selfie with Mo and Lot, otherwise she'd be able to tell he's also wearing a baggy t-shirt and jeans, stuff he never could have gotten away with back home. It's not even a real haircut, Mo just trimmed it for him, it was getting too long again, long in the way that makes his skin itch and his fists clench. It's a nice photo. He looks happy, which she always points out. You look so happy up there, Camille.
He doesn't understand how she doesn't know that the key difference is that she isn't here.
The rest of the phone call was similar; passive-aggressive and surface-level is Sue Pyun's specialty. He hates the way it's making him cry under the covers. It's frustrating. He wants her to stop, he wants her to leave him alone, but he also hates how disappointed she sounded about the fucking haircut. He wants her to be proud of him, too.
He knows she never will be, not if he keeps on like this.
The door opens and Cam sits bolt upright, afraid for a moment that it's her, but it's only Morgan. He quickly wipes his face, tries to stop shaking. "Hey, Mo."