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maskormenacelogs2018-04-01 10:58 pm
burger_king) wrote in maskormenacelogs2018-04-01 10:58 pm
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![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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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I keep like, fucking with things to see what all I can do. Like this. [ She snaps and points her finger at the juke box, which jolts to life and starts playing Lisztomania by Phoenix. ]
That's not as useful. But still pretty fun.
[ She chews her lip when he talks about changing things and looks around for something to use. She doesn't want to give him any of her belongings. She doesn't know if he can change them back. ]
Does size like, matter?
[ She moves the plates and silverware aside and sets the straw she's been fiddling with on the table between them. ]
Can you change that?
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[ He's practiced on liquids a lot, making shitty diner coffee more palatable or changing the color of bottles of water. It's accessible and somehow both easier and harder to manipulate - solid objects are easier to focus on, but water is easier to envision in a different state. Maybe he hasn't been practicing as much as he could, but he's figured out some things.
Like how concentration is everything. He takes a breath and a moment to settle in, eyes locking on the straw, an image forming in his head and then he speaks, low but audible enough for her to hear. This is a demonstration. ]
The straw was bent into knots, a victim of anxious fidgeting.
[ And then it is. There's no motion, no transformation - like a cut in a movie. One moment straight, the next tangled. ]
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Holy shit.
[ She picks up the straw and looks at it, and it is exactly as he described. It doesn't feel any different. Not heavier or warmer or rougher or anything. ]
Dude that is... scary.
[ She looks at him with wide eyes. ]
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[ Gansey sure thought he could do great things if he just widened his imagination a bit, but Jughead has been practicing and he can practically feel himself hit the walls, push against them, unbudging. ]
Most of the time, I use it to make shitty coffee into better coffee.
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[ She doesn't know how to even begin with that kind of task. She's pretty sure she could use her own powers in all sorts of ways, but figuring out how is like learning how to walk all over again. ]
Mostly I've been punking cops by making their radios play NWA, so. [ She shrugs and smiles. ] It's the little things, right?
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See, that's the kind of creative use of powers I like seeing. Laser eyes and super strength is so overrated. [ He smirks. ] Honestly, the people I've met who has some really impressive powers also seem to be the most selfish with them. Power corrupts.
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I mean. I probably could hurt somebody. You'd be surprised what sound can do to somebody when you're really set on fucking them up. [ The server brings her some coffee and she thanks them before continuing. ] Think I've just talked myself out of practicing with these at all, heh.
[ She takes a sip of her coffee. It's not great, but it's hot and that makes up for a lot. ]
You see power corrupting anybody?
[ What a graceful segue into the conspiracy talk, good job. ]
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Not in a villain sense. [ He tilts his head, brows furrowed in thought. ] I know someone who seem capable of doing just about anything, but he's not really interested in using his powers for good. At least, I don't think so.
That said, I'm sure there are people out there I don't know about yet.
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He can do just about anything, and isn't interested in using his powers for good? Sounds like a villain. Unless he's also not interested in using them for bad and is just... apathetic.
[ She munches a mozzarella stick. ]
So what do you know about? You were talking about conspiracies on the videochat.
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Well... to be perfectly honest? Not as much as I want to. It's just - this whole thing, it's suspicious, isn't it? We're pulled here by accident, allegedly, which also gives us powers somehow? And then they inject us with nanites, whatever that is? There's just a lot of plot holes in this story they're feeding us.
[ And later, he'll find one more - Lachesis. The City. ]