You smile, mention something that you like

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WHO: Open to all!
WHERE: All cities and elsewhere.
WHEN: 14th - 23rd April.
WHAT: One catch-all for the rumormonger event.
WARNINGS: Small chance threads will contain traumatic material. Please mark any threads with content warnings and spoilers when appropriate.
NOTE: Players are not bound to tagging this catch-all for the event! Feel free to create your own logs and posts. Plotting and information can be found here.





"SHOCKING! ImPort in Maurtia Falls uses their powers to PULL OFF SCAMS!"

"Exclusive! Jaime Reyes CAUGHT making out with unknown person!"

"Percy Jackson's a fucking liar. Oh, AND he's an asshole!"


A deadly boredom. It tears through the Import community, budding in the minds of those in De Chima and branching outwards until others feel it inside their skull. The weight they carry with them; everything that makes them inferior; a doubt of their decisions; the sinking thought of living below one's level. They might be celebrating with friends in Heropa, visiting a supermarket in Nonah or driving in any of the other cities, but all the while they're feeling misunderstood. Thoughts blur and dissolve and some dark half just wonders why don't they tell those so-called friends to piss off

Friday night rolls around and rumors spring up just like germs. Tall tales with truth in them. They spread and multiply in gossiped breath and find their way into Saturday's tabloids and broadcasting - acquired from emails, chatrooms and networking sites. Imports will deduce these topical stories are becoming startingly truthful, and more unambiguous, throughout the week.

Shouldn't they maybe... do something about that?

Comments

[dreamkid]

[ Haha, why? ... Is not a thing he asks. He trots closer and leans down without question, eager to be a dear and trusting as a newborn. ]

Like this?

[aberrant_type]

Just so! Now hold still.

[She reaches up and starts gently running her fingers over his head, searching for any lumps or hidden cuts or anything that might indicate he took a blow to the head and is behaving so loopily as a result of a concussion or some such.]

[dreamkid]

[ He's still and compliant for the first second or two, and then he starts to giggle. ]

That tickles! [ And only now does he think to ask: ] What are you doing, anyway?

[ He tilts his head to give her a curious look, forgetting that he should probably stay still so she can finish whatever it is. There are, of course, no bumps or other wounds on his head, or anywhere else on him, no explanation for his behavior. ]

[aberrant_type]

I'm just checking to make sure you're all right.

[... and... she thinks he is? Ronan, what a bad brother you are, letting this drifting cloud out of your sight. The kinds of trouble Matthew could have wandered into if Hange hadn't happened across him! She hardly even likes to think of it...

Hange reaches out and takes a gentle but firm hold of his elbow.]

Well, I'm going over to the farm. Would you like to come with me?

[dreamkid]

Ohh. Okay! [ He feels fine, not really sure why she had to check, but oh welll.

Then she takes hold of his elbow and he looks down for a second, as though perhaps he's going to question that, but... nope! Nothing to say about that either. ]

Sure! Definitely! I'm ready whenever you are. Hey, it's kind of like the Barns, isn't it?

[ How would Hange know about the Barns? ... is not a question he considers. ]

[aberrant_type]

Perhaps? There are certainly barns there.

[Good thing that over the course of her storied life, Hange has seen so much weird shit, rolled with so many weird situations. She might be a little confused on what to do otherwise. As it is, holding his elbow gently, she just steers both of them towards the street corner, where she knows drivers wait for fares.]

What are the barns like?

[dreamkid]

[ He allows himself to be steered, thoroughly cooperative. ]

No, no, not barns. The Barns. [ You're just saying the same word, doppel-kid. The same word. ]

The Barns, it's where we grew up. In the real world. Wait. I should say our world instead of real world. [ He shrugs. ] Anyway, I think it might be like the place we're going now. Hey, is one of these our ride?

[aberrant_type]

[Keep him moving, keep him talking, keep him moving while he's talking, keep him calm, keep him moving. That's the aim here.]

Yes.

[Hange picks the first cab in line and opens the back door, nudging at Matthew to get in first.]

Was it a very large farm? The Meadows are a very large farm.

[dreamkid]

[ Matthew folds himself into the back seat of the car, greeting the cabbie with a bright "Hey!", a grin, and a wave, though he leaves the driving instructions completely to Hange.

Simply climbing into a car and smiling at another person is enough to interrupt the thread of conversation, at least for him, and he has to think, circling back to her question. ]

Oh! Yeah. It's big, real big. Maybe the same size. I've only sorta been there.

[aberrant_type]

[Hange took Matthew home, turned him loose in the Meadows, and basically learned that he is soooo much smarter and more self-aware then he used to be. Wow, kiddo, she likes you a lot, but thank goodness for your survival chances that you're not like this anymore!]