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[hackitude]

WHO: Everyone
WHERE: Everywhere!
WHEN: All day Sunday
WHAT: Dreampost fallout + mingling
WARNINGS: ???

Wow. How about them dreams last night? Did everyone sleep well?

Maybe your character doesn't remember anything and is just going about their day as normal. Maybe they're in an inexplicably good or bad mood when they wake up, though they can't put their finger on why. Maybe they remember everything... well, it's up to you.

By the way, if you read the paper today, there's a news item on page 2 of the newspaper about a minor chemical spill yesterday at a power plant that somehow got into the water system. The journalist stresses that the chemical is totally safe and harmless for humans to ingest, but that it may interact strangely with nanites. ImPorts suffering from any strange side-effects should see their doctor.

Comments

open to residence 2/anybody who might be there!

[brushoff]

Well Dorian's feeling funky. He spends most of the day in the house, laying about, because he's a goddamn freeloader with no job, flipping through books that don't really seem to be Dorian's style. They're dense and wordy books on science, that he's checked out from the library. His face alternates between bored and confused as he reads. He can't remember much from last night, but one thing sticks out in his mind: dinosaurs. And because that sticks out in his mind, Dorian briefly realizes that he knows absolutely nothing abut dinosaurs. So, reading it is.

And then Dorian quickly figures out that these science books are doing jack shit, that his absolute lack of any sort of scientific education is hampering him greatly and that even though he can read Latin, that doesn't mean that these dinosaur names give an accurate description about what the beasts do. He's up a creek without a paddle.

Whenever one of his housemates walks past, Dorian waves them over, small frown on his face, marking his place in whatever big science book he's reading by slipping in a piece of newspaper. "Do you know anything about dinosaurs? Specifically the really small ones--and no, I don't know their names."

[viced]

Mitchell never sleeps, not really. A few brief hours in the night, but that was it. Long enough to replenish a tank that was perpetually running on empty, before he filled it with just enough fuel to get him through the day, and he was awake. He couldn't sleep any longer than that, at the very least.

Especially with how much was jumbled in his head. How much bounced around in there, how many familiar faces did he see?

He went straight for the coffee pot, although with Dorian in the room, he responded automatically. "Shit, how small are we fuckin' talking? Like the little com -- comp somethings?"

[brushoff]

Dorian, in contrast, stays out late and sleeps in the next morning. Now that he doesn't have a job, he can often be found staggering back to the apartment at three am, getting up at one pm the next morning. Today was an exception. Despite the fact that he went to bed relatively late last night, those weird dreams were keeping him up today.

"I don't know what a comp-something is." Dorian Gray: sucks at dinosaurs. "But small, like about yea high," he said, gesturing to about waist level. "Not huge, like brontosaurses or t-rexes are. But about dog height."

[viced]

"The fuck do you want to know that for?" he asked, his voice still scratchy from lack of coffee. He didn't even bother to stop for food, it was straight for the place that would get him the most caffeine, the quickest. He shook his head, and shrugged.

"You might be better off googling it than asking any of us."

Although, every time he looked at Dorian, he thought there was something different. Maybe it was his goddamn imagination, though. That seemed to be getting away often enough.

[brushoff]

"Just a thought," he responded, with an eye-roll. "For some reason, I woke up this morning thinking about dinosaurs." Not entirely. For some reason, he woke up this morning thinking 'what the hell was that dream where I turned into a dinosaur.' Semantics. But semantics that he wouldn't tell Mitchell about.

Though, the idea of coffee was pretty tempting. Marking his place with a scrap of newspaper he tore off, Dorian hopped up from his seat and started rummaging around one of the cupboards for a mug.

"And really, it's not like I have anything better today, so I thought I'd read up on dinosaurs."

[viced]

With the coffee going, Mitch almost visibly relaxed, like the reminder that it was coming, so he could just hold on a little longer to the gaps where the mask started to slip. Mitch always looked tired, but this morning was more than usual. Not that he really, really had reasons, but...he felt like he'd spent the entire night running.

"How great that's gotta be, just reading whatever you want. Don't you get bored?"

Mitch honestly didn't know how anyone could stand it.

[brushoff]

"God, I get so bored," Dorian admitted, with a grumpy little sigh. He leaned against the fridge as he talked, indulging in a small little sulk. He was an immortal: getting bored was an almost daily event for him. And right now? He just couldn't stand it.

"I've been job-searching but understandably, nobody really wants to hire an ex-con, even if he is an imPort. It doesn't help that none of my powers are the flashy kind."

[diociopath]

Much like Dorian, Dio lounges around the house during the day doing nothing - but at least he has an excuse, considering he can't go out into the sun. Would he opt to lie around uselessly if he could go outside? Yes. But that isn't the important thing here!

But when he hears Dorian's question, he throws a glance towards the nearest window - his stand manifests and pulls the curtains closed, at which point Dio steps over to where Dorian is, sitting himself beside him. Shirtless, as usual, since Anita isn't around.

"I spent some time studying them." Lying around his mansion reading about them. "But it depends on what you want to know."

[brushoff]

Yeah, all talk about dinosaurs vanishes from Dorian's head as he views the stand close the curtains. That's...odd. And slightly familiar. But Dorian can't place why. He takes an appreciative glance of shitless Dio, eyes lingering on his chest, before turning back to the curtains.

"I'll ask, but first--what was that? The thing that closed the curtains, is that your superpower?"

[diociopath]

...he hadn't expected that, of all things. Maybe 'how did you do that' or something, but not recognizing his Stand was behind it actually happening. Notably, his stare becomes a little more intense - curious, but in an almost suspicious manner.

"..."

The World vanishes, only to re-appear right in front of Dorian and pulls it's arm back, suddenly throwing a single punch; it'll stop at the very last second and hold it's fist in front of Dorian's face harmlessly, but he wants to see Dorian react at all.

It's obvious at this point he sees it, but is Dorian a stand user? Or something else? He wants to know. This might force a reaction.

[brushoff]

Even if he can heal, being punched in the face still hurts. And healing from being punched in the face still hurts. So, as the World reappears in front of Dorian and swings a punch, Dorian quickly bobs out of the way, giving the Stand a 'what the hell' sort of look--which then ends up looking at Dio with that same 'what the hell' expression.

"Just because I can heal, that doesn't mean I want to."

[diociopath]

"Dorian."

He pushes himself up like he's going to stand, but instead of fully rising rests a knee on the couch and leans forward. He's got one hand on the arm of the chair behind Dorian while another rests on the back of it at the other side, effectively blocking him from moving. There are probably a bunch of comparisons you could make here to an animal looming over it's prey here, because despite their position it certainly doesn't look like he has any ideas for this going the way their usual encounters do.

"You can see my stand. So I'm only going to ask this once; if you tell me the truth, this will all go smoothly."

A very intentional, measured pause.

"Do you also possess a ⌜stand⌟ ?"

abigail.

[ex_question191]

[ stiles shows up outside abigail's the next evening, a little nervous because he didn't text first and he's kind of worried chilton is gonna answer the door. but he had some pretty crazy dreams last night, ones that have left him still reeling, and he kinda wants to make sure she's okay. maybe they can sleep in the same room again — or that might be too weird, given he basically broke up with her the last time they spoke. but he wants to be friends, still, which is why he brings chipotle and dvds with him, and his pillow and pjs in the car. just in case. ]

[lurings]

[ lucky lucky that abigail had been sitting on the loveseat reading when stiles pulled in so she can wander down the stairs and pull the door open, pulling her sweater tighter around herself as she hovers on the threshold, seemingly unwilling to step outside when she's barefoot. ]

Hi.

[ she only hesitates a moment before stepping back and making room for him to come inside. ]

Bad dreams?

[ex_question191]

Only always.

[ he steps inside, letting her close the door behind him but not hurrying into her room. it's hard not to feel a little awkward, after their last conversation, but that's probably better than the nerves he had the first time they did this. ]

Weird dreams, actually. Last night was...

[ he shrugs, not sure he has a word for it. ]

[lurings]

Yeah. [ bad dreams she can handle, she's used to them. last night was weird. good, for some of them, but still weird. she saw her own dead body more than she expected to -- she saw a whole lot of dead bodies actually, but that is just abigail's life, isn't it? ]

Come on.

[ reaching out, she takes his hand to tug him up the stairs behind her. living with roommates only means abigail doesn't ever make use of the common areas aside from heating up her food in the kitchen. so onward to abigail's room which looks exactly the same except at the moment ziggy is perched on the arm of the love seat trying to drink abigail's rose lemonade and failing because she is a cat and doesn't know how to use a straw. ]

[ex_question191]

[ stiles makes a beeline for the cat. ]

Heyyyyy buddy.

[ he coos, picking ziggy stardust up and carrying him over to the couch so stiles can sit and rub his tummy until he purrs. ]

You wanna watch a movie or something?

[ to abigail, not the cat. ]

[lurings]

[ :| she's starting to think people like her cat more than her. she reaches to scoop up her drink and perches on the foot of her bed to watch stiles continue being best friends with her cat, smiling sadly to herself because it is a very sweet picture. ]

Sure. What do you have in mind?

open to people who live with him

[ironbuttmonkey]

[Sanageyama's usually up early, but today was different - he didn't go out for his usual run before breakfast, so he's sitting at the table they eat meals at with his chin resting in his hand.

And he's just...gonna...rest his eyes for a second...

...so anyone who comes down will probably find him asleep at the table. There's an uneaten bowl of porridge sitting in front of him, but it's probably gone cold by now.]

open to residence 19 and anyone who feels like visiting

[dionychus]

[Diego isn't going to work today.

He still calls them to tell them so. He still gets up before dawn out of almost 20 years of habit and, even if he would feel better around the horses, after dozing in the bathroom for five minutes, decides it's for the best to stay home. His employer, oddly, agrees, saying that he sounds terrible and to head to the clinic when he's up again. It was just a restless night, so he probably doesn't need to...

After that, he lurches into the kitchen to make his coffee with the weird future coffee machine, out of habit again, then goes into the common room to wait, curling up on the couch in his underwear and...

Falling asleep again.

Will his roommates leave him there? Will they draw on his face? See how many things they can stack on him before he wakes up? Will someone decide to come calling later? Will Diego ever get to drink his coffee? Find out soon.

<=[To Be Continued]=]

[brushoff]

[ Dorian needed to know more about stands and whose stand he was dreaming about. Dio was from the same world as Diego. He had already talked to Dio about stands. Ergo, talking to Diego was the next best step.

So, not knowing that Diego's asleep on the couch, Dorian knocks on the door...and nobody answers...so he just straight up pounds on the door this time.

Wake up, dammit! ]

[dionychus]

[Diego jolts awake and the first thing he registers is that it's suddenly daytime, so it's good that his housemates didn't bother him but...how long was he out?

Then he notices that the banging just isn't stopping, and he groans while getting up. Did one of them lock themselves out or something? Why don't they just call him, for fuck's sake.]

Fucking...I'm coming, Jesus. [Alright Dorian, so picture the tiniest Dio you can imagine. Okay? Still pretty ripped and everything, but in a 5 and a half foot package. Opening the door in his old-fashioned-looking boxers. And squinting at you.

For a few seconds.

Until he realizes who he's looking at.]

...Wh... [He needs a bit more processing power to ask what the fuck Dorian is doing here, apparently.]

[brushoff]

[ Dorian is literally looking down at Diego because holy shit, that guy is small. Small and looking like he just woke up. Dorian wrinkled his nose, obviously annoyed that it was midday and Diego wasn't up and catering to his needs. ]

Awake enough to answer some questions?

[dionychus]

[He's about to tell Dorian to fuck off but he's slowly realizing that it's around noon, so he really should be awake.

But Dorian really needs to fuck off. What a dilemma.]

Is...it an emergency? [Is Dorian dying? Is the second coming of Jesus Christ happening? Are they being bombed by the Russians? It had better be fucking important.]

[brushoff]

[ paaaaause. ] Mmmaybe? Look, I just need to ask you a question or two. It's about stands.

[ Hopefully that's the magic word. Or, at least, enough of the magic word to get Diego interested and ready to talk. ]