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escordvi2024-02-04 09:35 pm
activatingcombatmode) wrote in escordvi2024-02-04 09:35 pm
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[open] waste time with a masterpiece, don't waste time with a masterpiece
Who: Zack Fair & You
Status: Open
Where: Where these threads happen.
What: A catch-all log for closed threads for February! Includes a few Manta Board prompts as well. If you would like something specific please let me know.
Warnings: Tba.
[šŗ a. the edge of sleep: closed to crewmates & planned cr]
[Ever wonder what it's like to drown? It's a story of opposites. Thereās peace in the water. Like itās holding you. Whispering low tones to let it in. And every problem in the world will fade away... But then there's this thing. In your head. And it's raging. Lighting every nerve with madness. You have to fight. To survive. And all the while the question is before you. Have you had enough?
Zack can't breathe. He can't concentrate. All he can feel is the water cradling him like a vice and the strange invisable fingers around his throat that are both there and not there. He's drowning... He has to fight to breathe and swim. He has to fight to wake up.
This time he does manage to wake up. It's with a painful jolt, his body screaming in pain as he winces awake. His lungs gasping and his muscles screaming. The black mark on his hand pulsates with dirty murkiness, threatening to slide up his arm.
There can be a few places to find Zack when he wakes up. Either in his cabin aboard his crew's ship or on deck where he's failed to keep himself awake and has fallen asleep in a chair or even leaning against the wooden railing. Or at the worst passed out in some random storage room on the ship.]
[šŗ b. part of their world]
[When he's not suffering sleep deprivation Zack does manage to get some work done. Life goes on and heās well enough during the day to go about his daily life. That means that Zack is getting back to work. And that means taking pictures of...]
Mermaids? Great, the last time I dealt with mermaids they wanted to drag me under the water.
[He sighs. But he clicks through his shellphone for the camera function and then nods.]
Let's just hope the mermaids we find today are a little less touchy-feely.
[šŗ c. wildcard]
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michrure for some extra plotting.]
Status: Open
Where: Where these threads happen.
What: A catch-all log for closed threads for February! Includes a few Manta Board prompts as well. If you would like something specific please let me know.
Warnings: Tba.
[šŗ a. the edge of sleep: closed to crewmates & planned cr]
[Ever wonder what it's like to drown? It's a story of opposites. Thereās peace in the water. Like itās holding you. Whispering low tones to let it in. And every problem in the world will fade away... But then there's this thing. In your head. And it's raging. Lighting every nerve with madness. You have to fight. To survive. And all the while the question is before you. Have you had enough?
Zack can't breathe. He can't concentrate. All he can feel is the water cradling him like a vice and the strange invisable fingers around his throat that are both there and not there. He's drowning... He has to fight to breathe and swim. He has to fight to wake up.
This time he does manage to wake up. It's with a painful jolt, his body screaming in pain as he winces awake. His lungs gasping and his muscles screaming. The black mark on his hand pulsates with dirty murkiness, threatening to slide up his arm.
There can be a few places to find Zack when he wakes up. Either in his cabin aboard his crew's ship or on deck where he's failed to keep himself awake and has fallen asleep in a chair or even leaning against the wooden railing. Or at the worst passed out in some random storage room on the ship.]
[šŗ b. part of their world]
[When he's not suffering sleep deprivation Zack does manage to get some work done. Life goes on and heās well enough during the day to go about his daily life. That means that Zack is getting back to work. And that means taking pictures of...]
Mermaids? Great, the last time I dealt with mermaids they wanted to drag me under the water.
[He sighs. But he clicks through his shellphone for the camera function and then nods.]
Let's just hope the mermaids we find today are a little less touchy-feely.
[šŗ c. wildcard]
[got something else? feel free to put that down here or find me at
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I don't feel it anymore but when I was dreaming it felt like I was underwater. I couldn't get a single breath into my lungs. It hurt like hell. But I think I'm okay now. Mostly.
[He frowns deeply.]
You've heard about that curse going around, haven't you? Maybe it's better if I take a few weeks off the ship so no one catches it from me.
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[The sternness is there, but it's brief before her expression softens right back into her concernāa lump in her throat that only grows the more she thinks about it.]
... I did hear rumours of it going around but haven't really experienced it myself first-hand. Nor knew anyone who had.
[Until now, that is. Her eyes flick to that darkened hand again... and then she's suddenly reaching out to grab it.]
So far, no one's found a cure, have they?
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[She's fearless. He has to give her that. Zack almost jerks his hand away because on the off chance that this bizarre curse or sickness is transferred through touch, he doesn't want to pass it to her. But she's quick so Zack lets her examine him for now with only a half-assed attempt to pull away. The mark is black and bruised much like he smashed his hand in a door or something.]
No one. There's been some people who've found ways to slow it down but that only goes so far.
[He shakes his head.]
Some people are saying its some sort of paralysis demon.
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... A paralysis demon...
[She repeats the words slowly and quietly, worry drawing her brows together as she lifts his hand.]
And does this have anything to do with it?