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APRIL CATCH-ALL; Mostly the view is beautiful
WHO: Jughead Jones and YOU
WHERE: Mostly Maurtia Falls, but also other places
WHEN: Throughout April
WHAT: A lot of stuff, mostly mundane!
WARNINGS: Riverdale nonsense, teens being teens. See individual threads for individual warnings.
Prompts under the cut, hit me up at
reveillez if you want me to write up a starter
01 - So in this room separated from the world
[ Annabeth hooking him up with a job at the library probably ranks as the third best thing to happen since he arrived. It's quiet, solitary work and between the shelving and cataloguing he has more time to work on his own projects than he knows what to do with. So what if he has to answer a question every now and then, or dig out some forgotten text book from storage if it means spending hours browsing the psychology section, digging out every book he can find on serial killers and then taking ample notes during whatever downtime he finds himself with. Research for a fun project, sure, but also a way to dull down the homesickness a touch — this is basically what he did back in Riverdale, only he didn't get a paycheck for it.
He can be found among the shelves, or at the check-out desk, engrossed in something gross. ]
02 - I'd sell you my own values for the sake of others
[ The last couple of years, Jughead probably spent more time in Pop's Chocklit Shoppe than anywhere else and although that particular diner is out of reach, everything else stays the same. He'll settle in at a booth after work with a cup of never-cooling coffee and his laptop, typing away until well into the night. This is when he does his best work, when everyone else has gone home to their normal lives with their normal problems. Maybe he doesn't have a school paper to write for or the half-written novel on Jason Blossom's murder, but there are other things. Other novels. Other stories. ]
03 - So hold this glass cos' it keeps cutting me
[ Some things never change but one thing has absolutely changed in the past couple of months - he never had powers back home. Practicing at the Meadows was a good idea in theory but an awkward plan in practice and so he's resorted to mostly empty parking lots around Maurtia Falls. He'll set out whenever he's got some spare time, lining up water bottles and taking notes on how many he can keep a certain color for how long, if he can switch it up, where his limits lie. Eventually he should move on to something bigger, perhaps, but for now bottles are fine. It's not like this power is good for much, anyway. Not saving the world any day soon.
Curious onlookers are welcome to join him or just ask what the heck he's up to out here on his own. ]
WHERE: Mostly Maurtia Falls, but also other places
WHEN: Throughout April
WHAT: A lot of stuff, mostly mundane!
WARNINGS: Riverdale nonsense, teens being teens. See individual threads for individual warnings.
Prompts under the cut, hit me up at
01 - So in this room separated from the world
[ Annabeth hooking him up with a job at the library probably ranks as the third best thing to happen since he arrived. It's quiet, solitary work and between the shelving and cataloguing he has more time to work on his own projects than he knows what to do with. So what if he has to answer a question every now and then, or dig out some forgotten text book from storage if it means spending hours browsing the psychology section, digging out every book he can find on serial killers and then taking ample notes during whatever downtime he finds himself with. Research for a fun project, sure, but also a way to dull down the homesickness a touch — this is basically what he did back in Riverdale, only he didn't get a paycheck for it.
He can be found among the shelves, or at the check-out desk, engrossed in something gross. ]
02 - I'd sell you my own values for the sake of others
[ The last couple of years, Jughead probably spent more time in Pop's Chocklit Shoppe than anywhere else and although that particular diner is out of reach, everything else stays the same. He'll settle in at a booth after work with a cup of never-cooling coffee and his laptop, typing away until well into the night. This is when he does his best work, when everyone else has gone home to their normal lives with their normal problems. Maybe he doesn't have a school paper to write for or the half-written novel on Jason Blossom's murder, but there are other things. Other novels. Other stories. ]
03 - So hold this glass cos' it keeps cutting me
[ Some things never change but one thing has absolutely changed in the past couple of months - he never had powers back home. Practicing at the Meadows was a good idea in theory but an awkward plan in practice and so he's resorted to mostly empty parking lots around Maurtia Falls. He'll set out whenever he's got some spare time, lining up water bottles and taking notes on how many he can keep a certain color for how long, if he can switch it up, where his limits lie. Eventually he should move on to something bigger, perhaps, but for now bottles are fine. It's not like this power is good for much, anyway. Not saving the world any day soon.
Curious onlookers are welcome to join him or just ask what the heck he's up to out here on his own. ]
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It wasn't great, but I made it out okay. [ Better than some. ] You? You came in at an interesting time.
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So I've heard. I hope it's not like this all the time. [He manages a weak smile, but there's more sadness to it than nervousness. It's just his luck that he'd come straight into another nuclear threat, right after resolving one at home.] We managed to stop it, which is what matters. I'm just worried about what comes next, especially since we're the only ones who remember it. [He rests his stack of newspapers on the table as if in illustration.] ...Not to bring too heavy a subject to the table.
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And don't worry about it — I'd rather talk about something than pretend nothing happened. [ He leans forward, elbows on the table. ] It's weird, isn't it? If we're the only ones who remember it, did it happen in the first place?
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[Maybe it’s paranoid that he jumps immediately to “the government is actively trying to suppress the truth,” but old habits die hard.]
At least most of us remember.
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There is that. [ Not that he knows what to do with it. ] Have you talked to anyone who doesn't?
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Her?
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[ Yeah, he missed that information. He heard her, but in the chaos and being separated from Betty he didn't dig into it as much as he could've. It doesn't help that he's been here just about two months. There's a lot to catch up on and he's barely gotten through the surviving aspects of it. ]
Where did you hear this from?
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Do you remember when everyone was pooling information on the missile? Someone said that the voice who spoke was Lachesis. It makes sense, if you think about it. She's able to adjust reality enough to bring us here, so why not manipulate it to this extent?
[...Is Lachesis even common knowledge? He needs to ask Duo how much he's supposed to know.]
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This is the first time I hear about her. [ He has been talking to people, but Lachesis never came up. ] Most people seem to direct their displeasure towards the government, but this makes more sense.
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The government is more responsible for our day to day situation, but... have you heard of "the City?" That's the only name I've heard for it-- an alternate world that also had imPorts and a Porter.
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No. [ He shakes his head, slowly. ] So it's... an alternate world to this one? Like a... another dimension?
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Do you have any thoughts on why she set up the Porter? I've been under the impression that there's no reason to it, but if it's an active choice...
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[ That's... chilling. ]
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[How about those conspiracy theories in the middle of a random diner.]
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[ He sighs, but despite the bleak topic at hand he hasn't felt this at home since he arrived. Discussing conspiracy theories at a diner is kind of what he does best. ]
Honestly, I don't know much about the government here. The Import ambassadors pop up from time to time, but I've also lost track of how many elections there's been in the three months I've been here. I doubt they know much more than we do.
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Then again, I haven't looked into it as much as I should.
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