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maskormenacelogs2016-11-13 11:01 pm
sidecars) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-11-13 11:01 pm
Entry tags:
- † daryl dixon | the angel,
- † dorian gray | n/a,
- † elliot alderson | mr robot,
- † flynn scifo | n/a,
- † haen hithiel | chatterbug,
- † jacob taylor | the protector,
- † kyle conlen | red hot,
- † magicman | n/a,
- † mako mori | n/a,
- † motoko kusanagi | the major,
- † richie foley | gear,
- † rita mordio | n/a,
- † skeets | n/a,
- † thaddeus 'rusty' venture | doc,
- † yuichiro hyakuya | n/a
I Wish I Had a Castle in the Sky ( OPEN )
WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: All over America
WHEN: Nov. 14th-24th
WHAT: The Cosmic Cube is creating multiple realities for all the imPorts. Where are these "universes" coming from and who is wielding it? Are you strong enough to withstand the temptation of a new reality and thwart this misguided attempt at happiness?
WARNINGS: N/A
Hey, Davis! Did you move anything? I've got that Barnes kid's stuff logged. [ He has a digital tablet propped up on a clean, steel table full of plastic bags and baskets filled the different paraphernalia. It's rather reminiscent to an experience in the American security line at the airport. One such basket belongs to James Buchanan Barnes. ] Think something's missing. Says six item's logged, but only—Davis?
[ The man was right there a second ago, wasn't he? Looking around there's no signs John Davis had been there at all, except for in his memory. Shit, has he been talking to himself this whole time? Well, it isn't anything important. The string bean isn't going to miss one dumb little paperweight or whatever it was.
Little does he know just how powerful it is... ]
[ John spares no time or energy leaving Cap Canaveral. He doesn't even put up his cleaning cart before he's zipping through security at the blink of an eye. People've been calling him crazy for so long it's isolated him from the regular rhythm of society, but it's all been worth it for this chance. He will be a hero finally, just like the rest of the imPorts he idolizes. People will start to think twice about him and everyone else with powers. They will have the rights they need to protect this country and keep the Commies out.
This is the energy driving him to hold a dangerous item in his possession. He doesn't know a whole lot about it, only what he's gleaned from gossip rags and conspiracy theory websites. But it's worth the chance to find himself in prison, or worse. In the security of his lonely little apartment he holds the Cube in his hands as it pours out tremendous power. Without words it becomes in tune with his inner self and his wishes. It feeds off of it to create something more than itself. In his world imPorts will have just what they want, whatever it is, however contradictory.
But in truth, what good can come out of a thief too wrapped up in his own fantasies? That is no hero, and John cannot truly control the power he is playing with. As it feeds, the air around him turns hot—too hot to even breath. It's like the oxygen is burning up before it reaches his lungs. The world around him begins to fade as he holds on for dear life, but in the end his consciousness is snuffed out; a small sacrifice for a new world. ]
WHERE: All over America
WHEN: Nov. 14th-24th
WHAT: The Cosmic Cube is creating multiple realities for all the imPorts. Where are these "universes" coming from and who is wielding it? Are you strong enough to withstand the temptation of a new reality and thwart this misguided attempt at happiness?
WARNINGS: N/A
Hey, Davis! Did you move anything? I've got that Barnes kid's stuff logged. [ He has a digital tablet propped up on a clean, steel table full of plastic bags and baskets filled the different paraphernalia. It's rather reminiscent to an experience in the American security line at the airport. One such basket belongs to James Buchanan Barnes. ] Think something's missing. Says six item's logged, but only—Davis?
[ The man was right there a second ago, wasn't he? Looking around there's no signs John Davis had been there at all, except for in his memory. Shit, has he been talking to himself this whole time? Well, it isn't anything important. The string bean isn't going to miss one dumb little paperweight or whatever it was.
Little does he know just how powerful it is... ]
[ John spares no time or energy leaving Cap Canaveral. He doesn't even put up his cleaning cart before he's zipping through security at the blink of an eye. People've been calling him crazy for so long it's isolated him from the regular rhythm of society, but it's all been worth it for this chance. He will be a hero finally, just like the rest of the imPorts he idolizes. People will start to think twice about him and everyone else with powers. They will have the rights they need to protect this country and keep the Commies out.
This is the energy driving him to hold a dangerous item in his possession. He doesn't know a whole lot about it, only what he's gleaned from gossip rags and conspiracy theory websites. But it's worth the chance to find himself in prison, or worse. In the security of his lonely little apartment he holds the Cube in his hands as it pours out tremendous power. Without words it becomes in tune with his inner self and his wishes. It feeds off of it to create something more than itself. In his world imPorts will have just what they want, whatever it is, however contradictory.
But in truth, what good can come out of a thief too wrapped up in his own fantasies? That is no hero, and John cannot truly control the power he is playing with. As it feeds, the air around him turns hot—too hot to even breath. It's like the oxygen is burning up before it reaches his lungs. The world around him begins to fade as he holds on for dear life, but in the end his consciousness is snuffed out; a small sacrifice for a new world. ]
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[ This bubble makes him fall into autopilot, makes him fall into old routines. It's not home, but it's enough to let him pretend for a while.
His consciousness is a bit scattered by all this. He's slower to respond than he would normally. ]
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Are you okay? What happened here?
[He's worried. Magicman usually isn't that slow to respond nor that... detached from him, of all people.]
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Well, this isn't an ordinary day, I suppose. I don't know what caused all this. [ His world, he means. This small pocket that is just enough to make him feel...peaceful, maybe. For a little while. He sounds vague, disconnected. ]
But it's nice, I think? It's nice. For a little while.
I'm okay. Are you okay?
[ Well, maybe he isn't, but that's future magicman's problem, ha ha ha! ]
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[He takes a slow breath and tries to focus. Not panic because this isn't normal, not for them, not after this long. He at least has the sense to move out of the street and somewhere a little quieter.]
I'm fine. Worried about you.
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He feels like he's in a bubble, or floating. Disconnected. Is he sick again? Maybe he is. Is it possible to be sick like this? ]
I'm worried about you, too. How are you feeling? Everything all right? Have you been adjusting well? [ Like he doesn't already know, like he hasn't been hovering at Tadashi's shoulder. ]
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I don't think you're okay. Can you come out of there and talk a bit?
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All right. I will. [ He doesn't sound disgruntled, or annoyed, or even mildly bothered. He just sounds like he's parroting some response already generated.
It's worrying.
But he does pop out, as Tadashi asks. He looks the same as he always does, albeit a little stranger in this bubble of...something. The glitches and flickers, the various errors in this simulation, become more obvious.
But he does seem tired. Like he's running on empty. (But isn't he always?) ]
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I really don't think you're okay. Something's wrong here.
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The world fades in and out, the one they're in overlaid with the dream of the one they're not. He feels tired, and homesick. ]
I'm --
[ I'm okay, he should say, but it's a polite lie that he can't get away with any more. ]
Well, maybe I'm not really feeling okay. [ He seems about to say something more about how not-okay he is, but it seems that even that is a significant effort. He just sighs, and the world flickers again. ]
And this is - wrong, too. And silly.
[ He sounds defeated, when he says that. ]