{Nights are dumb, days are dead

[deadlycurves]

WHO: The Hargreeves + Guests
WHERE:
Various Cities
WHEN: Month of August
WHAT: Mass log of idiots to keep from flooding others. A log for all things Hargreeves, their Adventures, and those trying to befriend them.
WARNINGS: Obligatory CW for: drugs, alcohol, mentions of death and child abuse.

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{I wanna try to be more than strangers » Vanya » A diner in Maurtia Falls » [backdated] 7/17

[deadlycurves]

In all honesty, Diego is surprised that he somehow managed to talk Vanya into grabbing lunch with him. Or, he supposes, it might be more like brunch, since she'd decided that meeting at eleven sounded better. Whatever. Doesn't matter. He's still shocked she agreed at all. He said he'd come to her, and he did. He got up early enough to deal with the hassle of going through the Porter as an unsettled resident and made his way to her house. They hadn't decided where to go, but it would be easy enough to do on the way there. Even if Vanya got too inundated with the idea of choosing, Diego had no problems walking into whatever the nearest restaurant was and making the choice for them. He walks up to the front door of the house she's staying in and hesitates for a short moment before shaking his head and pushing those hesitations away. He knocks on the door, loud and quick raps. Definitely what people consider a cop-knock. Sorry, Vee.

[gigue]

She's ready for his knock, sitting in the living room and jiggling her leg nervously. She wants to go back to bed, or change her clothes again, or just ghost him without a single response.

But knowing Diego, if she did that he'd either walk away and never speak to her again, or try to break the door down just in case something happened. Neither option is especially appealing, so she waits. And his knock still makes her jump, catching her breath and just staring at the door. Do or die time; she wishes it didn't feel like that.

Okay. She can do this. It's just grabbing food with her brother. What's the worst that can-- oh god, don't finish that question, it's so easy to come up with ten possible scenarios of worst things.

When she pulls open the door, she can't quite manage a smile, but at least he's not faced with a confused or mistrustful look.

"Hi. There's, um - there's supposed to be a few restaurants in this area." She made the barest effort at finding a place, but the prospect of potentially picking some place he'd hate made her stop.

[deadlycurves]

There's instantly a snap-remark at the end of his tongue with those words she greets him with, but he manages to tamp it down and bite his tongue. That kind of thing was not the way to start this little venture off on the right foot. "We'll find somewhere, I'm sure." is what he settles for instead, accompanied with an awkward, half-hearted smile. "Do you know any place you might wanna go?" it's the easiest start of a conversation as they head back down the steps and toward the sidewalk. He arbitrarily chooses to go to the right as a start.

Family Text: Aug 1st

[the_horror]

I nee somm hel

there was a fucki bear comin after me from outside a wall. just reached out and tried to grb me

i swer it was ten foot tal

it was singing too. i think luther has a record. what would you do if ia sang out of tune would you stand up and walk out on me. i'll sing out, of... key. i need help from my friends. help from my friends. god, this thikng is so hard to type on but i can't talk of the bear will hear me

could it beeee anybody, i want somebody to love

fuck, seriousl y i htink this bear is going to eat me. i'm going to the hose. it's gotta be safe there right?

please someone be home

this is really reall freak in me out

WHY WON NO O N ANSWER

Fuck i think i jsut fell down a whole the earth IS TRYING TO EAT ME
The earth is trying to eat me!!
i repeat i go eaten by dirt

i want to go home
kals im sorry
if this is how you feel all the time i fuck that shit no

luther luthe luth luther lutherrr

please alli som someone talk to me

why is this so hard jsut reply to work
i just want to go home

why--[1000 CHARACTER LIMIT WAS REACHED]

[It's about ten minutes later, seated in an alley way that he hits SEND, so this huge block text just sends to everyone. Sorry siblings, but someone picked up Silver Kryptonite with out realizing it.]

video;

[hellogoodhigh]

Holy shit-

[ Klaus is squinting at the camera, trying to find his brother’s location by sight alone.]
Where are you? I’m coming to get you.

video;

[the_horror]

[The video starts and shows Ben, face up close, hunched over, and a brick wall behind him.]

Klaus? KLAUS! Don't. There's a bear. It'll get you. You're so tiny, it'll get you.

[He sounds panicked.]

[numberthree]

Oh, god. Ben?

Ben, where are you? What happened?

voice;

[deadlycurves]

Jesusfuck, Ben, are you high? Where are you?

{Party, party, we're so wasted » Hargreeves family » Kryptonite plot

[deadlycurves]

After Klaus, Allison and Diego manage to cart a very, very high Ben home, the four of them eventually settle in the living room in hopes of figuring out what was going on with their brother-- and riding it out, for whatever it meant, however long it might last, and making sure he at the very least knew he wasn't alone for it all.

What no one has yet realized is that in all of the mess of white, plant-killing crystals that Ben had collected--and has since dumped on the coffee table in a mess--there was one little silver one, which was causing all the fuss.

Somewhere along the way, every fluffy piece of bedding has been dropped into the center of the living room. Pillows, blankets, beanbags, couch cushions. Everything, everywhere in giant pile. Siblings drape across every conceivable surface in whatever manner makes the most sense for them at the time. What might happen next is anyone's guess.

Diego

[deadlycurves]

Log Whatever had been affecting Ben, clearly was transferable by contact, because Diego had started feeling very... floaty by the time they get him home. He's not sure what it is, but it's definitely nothing like Ben seeing bears or spiders, though, and it's... honestly not the worst feeling ever? A little like that perfect balance between tipsy and drunk, where everything is easy and relaxed and good. He's taken up residence on an over-sized pillow that he's pretty sure Klaus dragged downstairs from his room, he's been quietly messing with his phone for the last several minutes. It's weirdly mesmerizing right now. Oops? Whatever. He might even talk to people. Hey. His siblings are people. And two of them are missing! Texts #0.01 Luther H. » Hey » Where are you? » When are you gonna get home? » You should bring ice cream with you. [Have fun trying to figure out what's gotten into your brother, Luther!] #0.07 Vanya H. » Are you busy? » You should be here » Almost everybody is » Except Luther [He just won't bother pointing out that Luther could potentially be home any minute now. That would make her definitely not come and that's counter-intuitive to his mission.]

[hellogoodhigh]

Log: Party Rock Is In the House Tonight

Whatever it is that's affecting Ben? It's transferred to Diego, too. By the time they get back, he's practically slurring his speech, acting like he's drunk, or high. And Klaus feels it, too- maybe not as bad as he used to be. But the pleasant, buzzing drunk of a night full of weed and vodka and pleasant company.


He's dragged all the pillows he can find in the house down to the living room, ordered food for all of them, and is going to try and keep hold of his siblings no matter what. After all, he's practically a pro at dealing with a wild night being intoxicated.

Time to dote on his siblings for a change.

Texts

00.01 Luther
hey so um
if you come home to everyone high as a kite
just know it wasn't me

00.07 Vanya
something's wrong with everyone
something in the air in jeopardy i think
don't go to spiderville

[the_horror]

Ben was feeling better since he PLUHGPH'ed the stones on the table, but he was still high. He had found a space on the pile of pillows, curled up on it, a hand inn a popcorn bowl, stealing (not taking) popcorn when no one was looking (or if they were looking, really). If anyone said something he'd claim to be a ghost. It's fine.

But still, there was some point as he lay there alone on the floor (even if someone was near by, if they weren't touching him he was clearly alone), head tilted back, eyes closed and started to sing.... Queen.

"Caaaaaan........... any-boooody find meeeee, some-body toooo looooooove." He was singing it, some old record one of the boys had, and singing it with soul. "Ooh, each morning I get up I die a little. Can barely stand on my feet..." Only to go into humming it because he might have forgot some of the words in his high.

IC/OOC LUTHER SUMMARY!!

[obediences]

FOR REFERENCE: After receiving the texts from Diego and Klaus, Luther trudged home from work and stopped to buy ice cream for everyone, with everyone's favourite flavours. (Yes, even Vanya's!!) Just like the Academy used to eat after successful missions! Once he got home and walked in on Ben singing, he was Very Bemused and a little "what the fuck is wrong with all of you", but once the kryptonite affected him too, he chilled out a lot. Like, the most chill anyone has ever seen Number One. He flopped down onto the floor cushions and joined them and laughed more than he does with anyone but Allison.

And he and Vanya probably didn't even climb the walls at being in the same room with each other? Progress????

[ i've had this post open for literal ever and kept meaning to tag in, I'M SORRY MY AUGUST WAS TERRIBLE AND I NEVER DID ;; we can talk out/handwave anything here if you like! ]

Art is a Lesson - Luther & Ben, Guest staring Klaus

[the_horror]

"This should be fun. I've got the cost covered, and we don't even need to bring tools or anything. They offer everything." Ben explained to Luther as they walked on a small jr college campus, which had a art department allowing singular painting and drawing classes. The Painting class was for beginners and should actually be a lot of fun.

'Wine and Paint' A sign said and pointed down a hall way. A tiny 'room 4b' was painted on the sign, though the b almost looked like a fancy a. No matter, Ben seemed excited to do this painting thing.

"Wonder what we're going to try to paint. Bet it's a tree. or some Bob Ross kind of stuff. Happy little clouds." He teased.

[obediences]

"Y'know, I think I'd like that." Bob Ross' level of soothing tranquility was one that the Academy had never known, but so sorely needed anyway. Just being able to turn off their brains and their concerns, and relax into mindless activity. Painting what was in front of them and let the rest of the world melt away.

"I like doing landscapes? I haven't painted many from sight—" obviously, because what the hell kind of landscape would he get to see, locked up in that house, "but I want to do more of that outdoors too. En plein air."

Of course Luther knows the proper French term for it. He read it in a book once.

Touch the Sky - Diego & Ben

[the_horror]

Skydiving!

Ben was so excited to do it. To do all of it. He found a place that if they aced the 6 hour lesson they could jump with out a tandem diver strapped to their back! The class had 9 other people in it, all of them new to the sport, and out of all of them, Ben and Diego took to it like a duck takes to water. The instructor seemed surprised and impressed. The other 9 students of varying ages and backgrounds watched these two with almost joy. they had ImPorts in their class and they were wonderful!

So on the day of the dive, there were four of them ready. A husband and wife team, strapped tandem to to instructors, who would go first, and Ben and Diego, with one other instructor who would jump last.

In the small plane, Ben sat there, grinning and practically vibrating with extra energy. He had video camera strapped to his head, looking like a dork and not caring. "This is going to be AWESOME!" He said over at his brother, grinning a huge stupid grin. He could barely sit still, all geared up and ready, the heavy pack on his back. "I can't believe we're doing this just for fun." And not for some god awful mission.

Family Text: Aug 15th

[the_horror]

[There is a picture of Ben, dressed as a PIRATE, attached to this text.]

GUYS! There is a Ren Faire and costumes. You all have to come.

I'm a pirate! Yo! (ノ￣ω￣)ノ

[numberthree]

Shouldn't that be more like yo, ho, ho?

[hellogoodhigh]

clearly u need a first mate
i'm on my way ;)

Vanya » Maurtia Falls » run-in (backdated to late July)

[obediences]

He really should've seen this one coming.

Getting to know Maurtia Falls, as a goal, first evolved from Allison living here; and then simply grew as Luther started spending more time at Aegis headquarters, corralling the occasional opportunistic (and almost fatally optimistic) pickpocketer or mugger on the streets, and meeting a couple other like-minded souls.

He knew that Vanya's new place was in Maurtia Falls. Knew, intellectually, that she'd been moved from North Carolina to Pennsylvania by the powers-that-be. But knowing it was different from believing it would have any actual consequences, because you always assumed it wouldn't happen. The math and odds were in your favour. It was a big damned city. Luther wouldn't accidentally run into his mousy sister here, on the streets, in broad daylight.

But that's exactly what happens, as he's walking down the sidewalk and she's stepping out of a store in front of him, and Luther grinds to a halt as if he's collided with a brick wall, deer-in-the-headlights in a way that's completely at odds with his massive stature.

[gigue]

It's not supposed to happen like this. Vanya knows because she's thought about it - obsessed, maybe - extensively. She hasn't come down on how she'd like it to happen, because too many of her brief fantasies are full of the kind of anger that scares her. The rest just make her stomach churn until she finds something to distract herself.

There's no distracting from this, though: he's there, larger than life and frozen in place. Can't he just walk away? (Though she knows she'd be so angry if he did; she wants him to anyway.)

For a second, Vanya glances behind her, into the store, forgetting where she was. The sick feeling in her stomach makes her feel she's been caught out somewhere she shouldn't be. But it's just a bodega, the kind of corner store that she'd rather go to because it's less crowded than a grocery store. It's not a music store. He has nothing to judge her for.

Rolling her shoulders uncomfortably, defensively, Vanya's hand clenches around the handle of her plastic bag. Her mouth is almost too dry to speak.

"What are you doing here?"

Klaus » bar brawl » red kryptonite shenanigans (early August)

[obediences]

The rocks from the sky had plummeted all over Nonah, and in addition to the bizarre evening with Ben and the others (bizarre, and yet oddly Not Terrible), there's still more of them to be picked up around the Hargreeves grounds and their neighbourhood. Today, Luther's disposed of a few handfuls of red rocks — they're not the same colour as the ones Ben collected, and so he suspects-slash-hopes it won't be the same effect, but he doesn't know what to expect.

When he doesn't start levitating or hearing voices or hallucinating, Luther thinks he might've dodged that bullet, for once.

This, of course, is incorrect.

There's a slim sliver of an hour where the red kryptonite sinks in its claws, and in that hour, he and Klaus have wound up at the bar nearest their house. And as the lingering effects take hold, there's a change that doesn't seem too drastic at first, but it's so obviously not Luther for anyone who knows him well.

His spine straightens, his voice grows louder. He's quicker to demand another drink for them, and then another. He lounges in his chair with an arm thrown over its back. He's even shrugged out of his jacket and slung it over his chairback; not shrinking away from view for once, not trying to fade into the wallpaper.

In short, he's more like the Number One Klaus used to know. The teenaged Spaceboy, all brash smug confidence and swagger.

[hellogoodhigh]

When Luther actually asks him out, he's glad. It's been a while since they've had some one-on-one time, and honestly? Any chance to help Luther get out of his shell is a good one. Especially if it doesn't involve illicit drugs and a round trip to the afterlife.

All the same, Luther isn't acting quite like... Luther. He's more like Spaceboy. Number One. Which, since they're in a dive bar in Maurtia Falls? Doesn't exactly mean a good thing.
Although...

"You ever played darts?" He laughs, looking at some tough looking guys around the dart boards.
"We're no Diego, but with your strength..."

Klaus & Ben: Brotherly Bonding over Tattoos

[the_horror]

Inkredible Tattoo Parlour was a well known little shop that liked serving ImPorts. A fancy little tattoo parlor that was well clean and stocked with talented artists. Ben stood there, looking over tattoo designs on a wall, waiting for Klaus to finish talking to the attendant at the front.

He wasn't sure yet what he wanted but he wanted another small one. When Klaus was done he said "So, what are you doing this time? I'm... not getting anything big, so I'll no doubt be done before you." Ben mentioned, hands sliding into his pockets and looking at the wall again.

[hellogoodhigh]

Klaus isn't exactly a stranger to tattoos. Or needles, for that matter. But getting one that wasn't tiedd to his life under Reginald Hargreeves? Was definitely something to cross off his own little bucket list.

Still, when Ben asks, he smirks, holding his folded up design in his fingers, sliding it across the counter to the attendant.
"Nuh-uh, it's a secret." He grins at his brother.
"And yeah, you're gonna be done a lot sooner than me if you're picking something small. Got any ideas yet?"