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WHO: John Murphy & Yooou
WHERE: All errywhar
WHEN: March - April
WHAT: Various starters, main prompt being Murphy at the Meadows, possibly also filming Kavinsky's show thing
WARNINGS: Murphy's mouth?



THE MEADOWS;

[ it's some weeks after murphy and ronan's run in at the swear-in and subsequent week long love fest and weird, not-family bonding time spent with booze and retail outlets, when murphy eventually comes slinking back to the place he'd only really seen in passing at the times he'd met up with ronan before. 'the meadows' they'd called it, and it was something fanciful and probably magic and bizarre and nonsensical, like it's tenants, in some way or another.

murphy can't really say what he's looking for, when he comes snooping around, avoiding notice on his way, but he does almost scream bloody murder when he happens on henrietta taking a nap. that thing is seriously hideous. badass, but hideous. and the most terrifying guard dog one could possibly have. thankfully, murphy isn't here to do anyone any harm, and is quiet enough not to wake the bird monster, so he sneaks his way along, now poking his head into some of the windows, here and there.

the rooms don't seem to quite fit, like the space inside was squished and jumbled and rearranged and somehow stuffed back into it's casing. must be another freaky magic thing. it wasn't enough he had to have a new found doppelganger, was it? it had to be a wizard doppelganger too?

murphy's somewhere against one of the window ledges, poking his head up over the sill with the worn toes of his boots anchored at the edge of a flower garden stone, when the eroded down sole slips, and the majority of murphy's weight goes along with it. ] Shit! [ he hisses out the curse, hands clung to the edge of the sill, as his feet scramble for purchase, likely making more racket than he has this entire trip thus far. ]

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RONAN + KAVISNKY + NOAH?; reality show filming nonsense

[rekt]

[ the core of this endeavor, to john murphy, is this: he's getting easy money doing next to nothing.

how or why kavinsky decided this would be fun to do, or people might enjoy watching it, or how he'd ever convinced people with 60k to shell out to some assholes with cameras, is so far beyond him, but here they are now. ronan looks ready to smash the camera against the side of the house in the Meadows, and Noah seems to be eyeing him and waiting for it to happen.

meanwhile, murphy's actually half listening to whatever kavinsky is trying to tell them about filming this thing and what they should be doing. unfortunately, this plan involves murphy getting up off his skinny ass, and that's just not in the cards for us today. sorry, my homeboy. ]

Nah, that lighting's bad for me. I think I'm good here.

cw sexual vulgarity

[pillz]

Question from our viewers.

[they have no viewers yet. but kavinsky's method is generally to slap the water to see how it moves. and today he's more on-edge than usual, more aggressive. he doesn't know much about noah czerny apart from that he like, got murdered once, or whatever? but he can guess that the other raven boy knows about chapters of his past that ronan hasn't known yet, and he can't help but suspect the dead kid is waiting to play that card. that might be him projecting, to be fair. kavinsky is a manipulative asshole, even at his most thoughtless and adrenaline-charged, even at the end of his rope. he generally expects people to be the same way.

but he's trying not to think of that. which is why he has a supremely cackly-careless look on his face, as he holds the camera's in murphy's face.] Does space radiation make your cock bigger? And what's the age of consent up in the tin can.

[nightmarist]

Seriously?

[The camera is not in Ronan's face, but he's talking anyway.]

Can you even say that on TV? Or did you just make all this shit up so you could get us whipping our dicks out on camera?

[Because amateur porn sounds like a far more Kavinsky-type plan than actually filming a stupid reality show. Ronan casts a sidelong glance at Noah, looking for backup. He's right, isn't he? This is leading to amateur porn.]

[admemoriam]

I don't think a $60K budget counts as amateur.

[Noah's curious consideration is genuine - he isn't being helpful.]

[rekt]

Yes, it does.

[ no it doesn't, and he expects no one here actually believes that, maybe kavinsky, he seems kind of brain fucked. like jasper if he took fifty million more drugs and lost his soul. murphy kind of likes him.

he also isn't far from agreeing with ronan, though, and it's added on. ] But no, I'm not showing any of you.

[admemoriam]

[Noah reaches into his pocket and pulls out some Twizzlers.]

Party pooper.

[pillz]

[this is quite possibly the time in kavinsky's life that he's liked noah czerny the most. he is momentarily distracted from his filming, glancing over at the ghost, somewhat impressed and trying not to be too obvious about it.]

It's called Edgelord TV. Most they'll ask me to do is censor beeps. You know what censor beeps are? And pixellation. [he swings the camera around to look at Ronan's irate face.] Yo, Lynch. What's the age of consent in Catholicism? Tell us about fuck rules so we can compare and contrast.

[nightmarist]

[Ronan had low expectations when he first heard about Kavinsky's little project, yet somehow it's even more of a clusterfuck than he imagined. He can't believe anyone actually paid money for this. People who can't dream money. They actually had to earn money, and they spent it on Kavinsky. It's incredible.

The camera's met with a flat stare.]

No fucking until marriage, so you're shit outta luck, K.

[admemoriam]

[Noah seems to find Ronan's statement quietly hilarious, and almost chokes on his candy.]

ERIK; accidental power engage??? help me senpai???

[rekt]

Go float yourself, Charlotte. [ it's a regular change out that stalks around behind john murphy as he wanders heropa. the list of those he's done harm to at some point in his life is extensive, and, it would appear, he feels more guilt for all of them than he'd like. not that he's making any point to admit that to himself or his ghosts, at present. ]

Bite me, Bellamy. [ he says as he steps out of a bus stop and meets the incorporeal face of bellamy blake, staring at him with brows knit, disappointment etched in his features, along side disgust. that one follows him for a while, up and down the streets, before it's traded out for one worse - a girl with a limp, deep frowns and viciousness in the distasteful curve of her lips. at some point, he halts, mid-sidewalk, and turns to shout at her. ] I said I'm sorry, Raven, what're you gonna do, try to sacrifice me again?

[ eventually, like a blessing, she turns and dissipates, and murphy thinks it couldn't possibly get worse than Raven Reyes. that's when his old providence travel not-buddy pops up. again, with the horrible fucking jokes. "okay, so, an arker, a grounder, and a reaper walk into a bar--" ]

Now would be a great time for you to accidentally find another mine field, Harris. [ Murphy slaps his palms over his ears, and speeds up his walk, head ducked, as he knits his brow, headache coming on, and steps out to cross the street. there's an issue with that, though. having your arms on either side of your head makes it very difficult to see oncoming traffic, and harder to hear when they start honking. ]

Shit! [ murphy bites out, just a split second before the car rams into his side, murphy curled in on himself as if bracing for impact, but he's certain he's about to have his rib cage cracked into dust. it feels like it, when he's lying on the concrete of the street a second later, hand over his side. what he doesn't notice, is the huge dent in the fender of the approaching car, and the lack of any kind of actual injury to his side. he feels the impact, thinks it must be shock that's keeping him from screaming. but, at the edge of his hip, where his shirt had crept up, there's the cold, shiny evidence of metal plating slowly retreating away, shrinking to leave normal, human, and unmarred skin behind. ]

Re: ERIK; accidental power engage??? help me senpai???

[incogneto]

[ Erik is around Heropa minding his own business, on a break from work. After all, it's hard to concentrate when a ghost pops through the engine you're working on from time to time, reminding you of your failures as a parent. Yep, it hasn't really been a nice haunting, though he does also catch himself drawing fragments of her as if to remember her by.

On the way back from lunch, he hears a terrible thud and realizes he's too late to stop what seems like a fatal crash. Moving his way through the crowd, he yells to someone to call 911 and then makes his way over to Murphy, hand outstretched to keep the car from coming forward again. ]

Hey, look at me.

[ Is there a piece of car that fell off onto him or-- that's weird ]

Can you understand me? Help is on the way.

[ He hasn't even noticed that Murphy isn't bleeding any, although it seems that he is the last one to be clued in. A few of the bystanders walk away muttering something about imPorts and drama-mongers, other things of that ilk. And when Erik turns back to Murphy, he doesn't feel the metal that was just on his person, which is odd to say the least. ]

...Are you hurt?

[ This is asked incredulously, Erik's mouth left hanging open as if he's wondering how many times this is going to happen to him this month! Honestly. ]

[rekt]

[ murphy's letting out a groan, as his hand clutches to his side, the force of the impact still rattling through his skinny frame, and he hasn't quite caught on, yet, to the fact there's no actual damage to his body done. ]

I just got plowed by a freaking car, what d'you think?

[ the words wheeze out, ever the grateful child, and not a sarcastic little twat in the least. to be fair, there are a couple wounds to note - where the rough asphalt of the road had scraped along the side of his arm, and a cut against the side of his head, where his skull had bounced against the street as he fell. it seems the adaptation power didn't care to protect those, only what was an immediate threat to his life. with hands shake from the adrenaline of it, murphy tugs at his skirt, grimacing already, as he's bracing to see his crushed in ribs, maybe exposed bone, definitely something gross. instead, nothing. nothing there at all, and he sounds like he's in a daze, as he blinks at this side, disbelieving. ]

...I'm not. I'm not?

[ aside from the scrape on his arm and the other at the side of his head from where he'd taken the fall and slide over the pavement, there's no wound for the actual impact. only the fading scars from titus's whip back home, and clear, pale skin. not even a bruise blossoming. as if he'd been hit with a pillow rather one ton of metal on wheels going 40 miles per hour. ]

[incogneto]

[ Erik definitely examines when he lifts his shirt; after all, he is expecting internal damage and he is not a doctor. It could be that Murphy is in so much pain that his body has shut off those receptors, but from his standpoint, he doesn't seem to be seeing that.

Erik tests this theory by poking him gently near where he's cut on the head, and then in the ribs. ]

You look better than the car, anyway. Stay here and wait for the ambulance, you'll want to get checked out by a medical professional. I'm going to check on the--

[ He looks up to see a crowd amassing but they look like relatively useless humans, all recording on their smartphones. With a grimace, Erik waves his hand and all those phones fly off into the air, most of them landing on the pavement. It seems the driver's fled the scene, so there's no one to check on, and Erik doesn't move from his spot after all. ]

--What's your name?

[rekt]

[ his side doesn't hurt with any kind of pressure, but the touch to his head has Murphy jerking away from the contact with a hiss of pain. On a less mind boggling day, he might've slapped at the hand, or formed some more specific bitching, but instead, all Erik gets is: ]

Ow.

[ Murphy's still trying to puzzle out how he isn't dead or screaming, still too dazed to think of what the file he'd been given on arrive said about new power sets. He'd never had them before, and the concept of it seemed ridiculous, thus, he'd set it someone in the back seat of his mind. Erik's wave to relieve onlookers of phones Murphy hadn't even noticed until they were sent flying, though, reminds him or where he is and what the people in this city are capable of.

Still, that can't mean him, right? Instead of going to himself, the thought leads to others. Maybe Erik did something, maybe someone else, and Murphy's brow is deeply knit, head shaking as he tries to puzzle it out, the question pulling him from thought with a distracted blinking. ]

Murphy. John Murphy.

[incogneto]

Alright, John. I'm Erik.

[ He'd say nice to meet you, but that seems inappropriate for the occasion. Instead, he says: ]

Ambulance is about three blocks away, they'll have someone coming to patch up your wounds.

[ And figure out what's up with him, he supposes. ]

Do you know what city you're in? How long have you been here?

[ Just checking if he's got a concussion. Totally normal questions. After all, he seems to have made it alright with barely a scratch and-- well, there aren't any pieces that seem to have broken off the car. Maybe Erik's powers were confused in their rush; after all, his other senses can be fooled... ]

[rekt]

Hi.

[ a grumbled aside, as murphy reaches up a hand to gingerly touch at the cut at the side of his head, pulling his hand back to look at the blood clinging to it. tugging his arm forward, he eyes the scrape there as well. both definitely need to be cleaned, probably bandaged. maybe the head wound could use stitches, but the idea of heading to a hospital for it sits ill with him. ]

Heropa, I've been here a month or so. And I don't need an ambulance.

[ whatever weirdness just happened, he can figure it out later. right now, he has the intense urge to get moving. murphy can really say why he feels so much against being found by the paramedics, but it likely has a lot to do with the Ark.

he's squirming, moving to get his feet under him, before carefully pushing up to stand. he's dizzy, yes, and the side of his body that hit the road aches, but those are things he can walk off, as far as murphy believes. ]

[incogneto]

[ Erik puts a hand squarely on Murphy's shoulder, steadying him as he stands. ]

Too bad, I called an ambulance and you're getting in it. You need to be checked out by a doctor, I don't think you understand.

[ A hypocrite, this one, who limped away from being shot in the neck. But Erik never said he was a reasonable man, and if he did, he'd be lying. Murphy, on the other hand, doesn't have to know that. ]

A month. What's your power?

[ He assumes John's not native, or if he is, he'll clear it up really quick that he's a transplant from another state, not another universe. Still, there are very few people that flock to the imPort cities now who aren't groupies, and something tells Erik that he's not one of those. ]

MEADOOOOWS

[admemoriam]

[Much to Murphy's likely dismay, the window squeaks open, and a little blond head pokes out.

Noah looks considerably less creepy in the daylight. He's zipped into an oversized sweatshirt, and his duckling feather hair sticks up in a mid-nap rumple. The room Murphy was creeping on apparently belongs to him, though it really looks more like a closet. Blinking and expressionless, he cocks his head at Murphy.]

We have a front door.

[rekt]

[ noah lives in a fucking closet. what the fuck.

murphy's there, clinging to the window sill, looking completely unintimidating, but frowning all the same, as if noah had done the very rude thing rather than murphy, in his window creeping. he huffs, taking a second to right his footing, before answering. ]

Really? They make houses with doors in them now? Holy crap, what a world.

[ meaning, yes, he knows there's a front door, okay, he's creeping around the outside for a reason. ]

[admemoriam]

What's the reason?

[Yes, he's reading your mind, Murphy.]

[rekt]

Hadn't decided if I wanted to actually hang out with you nerds yet.

[ which is... mostly the truth. sort of. maybe. mostly he isn't sure what the hell to make of them, ronan and his weird friend and his weirder other friend, and what ronan thinks he is to him, and whatever the hell noah did in the forest, and all the rest of that.

it's close enough. and wow, stop that?? ]

[admemoriam]

You're just worried you're not cool enough for us.

[It's a lazy drawl, as Noah rolls over to look at Murphy upside down. That is definitely not Murphy's reasoning, and it's evident in the extensive $1 snowglobe collection sitting in a milk crate by Noah's bed. ]

[nightmarist]

[Since it's only the two of them in the house, it's naturally strange to hear Noah talking to someone. Ronan pauses as he passes down the hall, listening for a moment until he hears his own voice coming from the other side of the door. That's enough to get him opening it without knocking.

The situation does not get any less weird when he finds Murphy clinging to the windowsill of Noah's tiny bedroom.]

Fuck's going on, Romeo and Juliet?

[admemoriam]

[Noah waves.]

Murphy came to visit me.

[rekt]

[ murphy's jaw is still half open, about to drawl something sarcastic and grouchy, and then his punk rock twin comes barging in, and this is all awkward as hell. if john murphy experienced things like awkwardness. well, not often, at least.

still clinging, he only lifts a couple fingers by means of a greeting, and goes about trying to actually haul himself up now. ]

We were taking guesses at how many times your huge forehead blinds oncoming traffic throughout the day.