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TDM 007

content warnings for this TDM include: violence, potential death, body horror, physical transformation, loss of senses, loss of autonomy

⏵ arrival⏴



Arrival does not happen as Aurora usually plans for it. New characters are introduced to the AI, then informed of a mission that they are required to participate in before they can return to their home base of Etraya. A world called Aphaia is falling apart, and while there is nothing they can do to resolve this broken world, they can participate in the Gamerunner's Stratagem.

Their mission is simple: step through the glowing purple portal that Aurora creates once they've had time to listen to her, and survive until a similar portal reopens in front of them, allowing them to return to Etraya. The Gamerunner's Stratagem is something they have been working on building for quite some time. She informs all newcomers that they will not be present on this world that long: their exit will appear to them exactly when it's meant to, allowing them to meet the others who have been recruited to save their worlds. She provides each and every arrival with an earpiece, allowing them to communicate with the other Etrayans. Aurora suggests taking a bag full of supplies along with them, which she will fill with a few generic items as well as any specific items they may need: synthetic blood for vampires, protein bars for those who may burn through calories faster, medication for anyone who requires it.


⏵ aphaia ⏴


Aphaia is a neon-lit, chaotic planet. Cameras are everywhere, every action and inaction is judged by the 'audience'. Towering holograms advertise upcoming events while flashing leader boards track the most "popular" players. Contestants are thrown into challenges, many of which are games of skill, survival, and deception all to keep the viewers entertained. Not participating is an option! However, avoiding playing along and not putting on a show will quickly cause participants' score to go down, and scores that reach zero? Well.

Unfortunately, there are only so many resources left on Aphaia. Their wildlife has died off, their planet is falling apart, and most others in this galaxy were either destroyed from the inside out, or warring planets trying to gain control of remaining resources destroyed them to avoid others getting involved. Their natural resources are depleted, and only those who manage to keep their scores up are given the luxury of having any supplies. As soon as one steps foot on Aphaia, as soon as they breathe, they intake nanotechnology which tracks their oxygen consumption, their food, everything they do or need. As soon as their scores reach zero?

They disappear. There one moment, and completely gone the next. Their communicators go offline, and while everything they were carrying will be left behind, no one will be able to find them. They are simply--gone, erased from existence.

This is a death and counts as a death as outlined in the game FAQ! Please keep this in mind.

"Points" that go towards their total score will be assigned to contestants from the moment they drop down on planet. This will be visible using the HUD on their earpiece, and will be randomized at the beginning. For the sake of the TDM, we ask that no one be assigned Paragon initially, but you're free to use other ranks!

The possible rankings are:

100: PARAGON
99-80: LUMINARY
79-70: CHAMPION
69-50: CONTENDER
49-30: UNDERLING
30-0: SHADE

Ranks may change daily, or even hourly depending on the kind of situation one has found themselves in. Are they having a very public break up in which it comes out that they wronged their ex? They may go from a Champion to a Shade before they can even blink. Did they save a defenseless reporter from the big bad villain of the week? They may find themselves quickly elevated up to Luminary and given all the benefits that comes with being upper class. The world is their oyster, they only need to figure out how they'd like to utilize it!

Aphaia is broken up into four districts.

The Colosseum is a dynamic battle arena where combatants fight for entertainment, with shifting environments controlled by the audience. Victories earn points, while losses depend on performance.

The Symposium is a lavish social hub for top contestants, where alliances and betrayals are made under the audience’s watchful eye.

The Agora is the public center of Aphaia, where contestants engage with the audience through polls, interviews, and challenges to maintain popularity. It also houses the contestants in high-rise apartments.

And Backalleys provide hidden spaces with intentional blind spots for secret dealings, though the Gamerunner is always aware of what happens there.


⏵ st★rlight soirée ⏴


Something special is happening in the Colosseum. Lights flicker as the arena shifts, rearranging itself into a grand, glittering ballroom - if a ballroom had stadium seating, paparazzi drones, and an ever-changing floor plan designed to disorient those within it. Silver chandeliers pulse with artificial starlight, their glow refracted through the crystalline floors. Music swells, but it sounds - unnatural. It thrums through your veins, setting your blood alight with the urge to dance.

Why is the ballroom designed as if intentionally put together to throw off one's balance? Well, it's time for the Panopticon Prom, of course!

The Panopticon Prom isn't just an adventure in dancing and impressing your most recent crush. It's a test of endurance, cunning, grace, and charm. The floor beneath your feet moves as if it has a mind of it's own, shifting to the beat like a living creature all of it's own. It tilts, undulates, even vanishing in sections to keep dancers on edge. After all, it's difficult to keep up one's pace if they're falling through a hole in the floor to the foam pit below.

Drones zip through the air, catching every stumble, every misstep, and every attempt to throw off others on the dance floor. This is a competition, after all; and what fun is a dance battle without having the freedom to thwart someone else on their road to victory?

The rules are simple:
  • You must dance with a partner. This can be an ally, an enemy, or someone you intend on using as a stepping stone to victory. It matters not, as long as you have one hand (or limb) on them at all times.
  • The longer you last, the better your chances. Endurance is the name of the game, meaning one must pace themselves on the dance floor. While epic twirls and impressive moves will garner more attention, it may also hurt your chances in the long run.
  • You may sabotage others by throwing them off balance, but keep in mind: everything is televised, and it won't stay secret for long.
  • The arena adapts to the chaos. Expect sudden obstacles, environmental shifts, and sudden changes in the music's tempo. Gravity may shift, walls may close in, but participants can't let that stop them - they must continue to dance, if they wish to win.
The audience is watching. Who will make the final cut and become Prom King and Queen? Everyone is vying for the titles: it doesn't matter what rank you started at when you joined the Panopticon Prom. Whoever wins becomes a Paragon until their points drop. There aren't many opportunities to sail through the rankings, but this is a sure way to do it. As long as they can keep up.


⏵ casino royale ⏴


Out in the Agora, another popular quarterly event is being set up! The Casino Royale has been destroyed countless times, but it seems as if the Gamerunner just can't let it go - every time it gets knocked down, it gets rebuilt.

There is one rule. One must take a turn at the revolving wheel just inside the door as their entry fee, and whatever the wheel lands on, they must maintain until they exit the building for the night. Sometimes, this is easier: an effect they have no control over and cannot undo even if they wanted to. Sometimes, this is more difficult: an assigned task they must complete. Failure to abide by the wheel once means receiving a penalty. Twice? Certain death if caught by any employee.

The wheel's effects are as follows:

1 You must speak entirely in rhyme. 2 Your body has become unnaturally delicate. The smallest injury hurts like a fatal wound.
3 You must avoid stepping into any sources of light. Doing so causes massive burns to appear on any area of your skin where light has touched. 4 You have been transformed into an animal! You can still think as you had before, but you cannot speak or communicate easily.
5 You have been cursed with supernatural strength, but cannot control it. 6 Time doesn't flow normally for you anymore. Each mistake you make makes you visibly younger, slowly erasing your experiences, skills, or even memories.
7 You can no longer form your own words, but only repeat what others have said to you. 8 You cannot meet another person's gaze.
9 You can no longer turn around, physically or metaphorically. If you try to return where you came from, you'll find that the pathway no longer exists. 10 You are given a specific letter that you must avoid using out loud entirely. "A"? Better hope you know enough words without one.
11 Every time you speak, your words come true - but never in the way you intended. Trying to control this is futile; the monkey's paw curls with every new sentence. 12 Within the casino, you lose the ability to feel anything. No pain, no pleasure, no warmth, and no cold. At first it may feel like a blessing - until you realize you cannot feel hunger, or tell if you're injured.
13 Regardless of if you've drunken anything, you still act inebriated. The effect only gets worse the longer you stay. 14 No one can see you. You are invisible, even if you are still able to reach out and touch or converse with those around you.
15 Any special ability you have is gone. You are reduced down to what an average human being is capable of - regardless of if you are human. 16 Violent impulses become impossible to ignore. You are rage incarnate, and you will be heard.
17 Every time you make a decision - to walk into an area, to start a conversation, anything, a small thread pulls loose from your clothing or your skin. Keep making choices, and you may become entirely undone. 18 You may speak freely, but for every syllable you say, your ability to hear slowly fades. You may want to watch your word count - too many, and you may not be able to hear at all.
19 Perhaps you arrived with a friend, or beside a stranger. It matters not: whoever came in either just before or just after you, you feel a powerful urge to protect them to the point of aggression. 20 Love is in the air - at least it is for you. Every time you meet someone's gaze, you feel the need to try and make them fall in love with you, through whatever means necessary.


The casino is alive with the hum of conversation, the clink of glasses, and the steady whirl of the roulette wheels. Golden chandeliers cast a warm glow over velvet-lined tables, where fortunes are made and lost with the flick of a wrist. But something feels. . . off.

The dealers never blink. The cards never seem random. And the house always wins - always. Maybe it's just paranoia, or maybe this casino is something more than just a den of chance. Tonight, you're not here just to play; you're here on a mission.

You've arrived dressed to kill, blending into the sea of bodies filling the casino's floors. But you're not here to win points or boost your social standing - you're here to win intel. Somewhere in this casino is a single flash drive containing information on just how Aphaia maintains their system. The only problem? The House knows someone is coming for it. After all, they're well-aware of the game: whoever retrieves the flash drive will obtain information on how to flip the script, to change the rules of the game to fit their wants and needs, rather than following the current Gamerunner. After all, this is the Gamerunner's Stratagem that Aurora has sent them out on! Many apply for 'employment' within the Casino Royale in hopes of getting insider information on where the flash drive is hidden and what it looks like. However, it seems that even the employees have no clue where it has been hidden.

⏵ NOTES ⏴


This is an extension of our Aphaia Mission! We have included enough information in this post that catching up to current in game logs isn't necessary to play with it, but you are welcome to use any part of the Aphaia setting in your prompts as you'd like. Current players are also welcome to bring the events from this TDM into their in-game threads.

This mission can happen outside of time as needed! Incoming characters will find themselves introduced to Aphaia as they arrive. Current characters may find Aurora calling on them to visit Aphaia after the current mission for the Gamerunner's Stratagem.

Characters already in game are welcome to post to the TDM, too! Please mark them as current characters in your header. Threads can be kept as game canon as long as both characters get into the game!

Please direct all questions relating to this log to our mod queries comment! All other questions can be directed to our FAQ.

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vexant: (T0hGlsT)

[personal profile] vexant 2025-04-23 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
Kinda hard to do the first two at the same time, isn't it? But I guess we can do them one after another.

( club it is, then. sophie directs, and julian follows her lead. because he's not going to not do as she says, that'd just be stupid. )

We aiming for subtle but noticeable, loud, or somewhere in between?
vexant: (uELCCzM)

[personal profile] vexant 2025-04-23 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
Unless you want to break everything, cause a massive mess, and likely piss off our overlords - no.

( nate catches up, so julian starts back towards the symposium. )

Do you know Icarus? The second Wolverine? Kid Omega, the Five-in-One, or Elixir?

( doesn't hurt to get a good gauge of where this guy is coming from and what he knows. )
vexant: (TIkQPzL)

[personal profile] vexant 2025-04-23 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
( maybe there are options other than smelling like a tree but soap options feels like effort and julian already puts in enough effort into other areas of. . . things. picking out soaps seems inconsequential, especially given it's not like they do anything different. shove one in his hair, rinse it out, done. his hair is clean, it's not greasy, he doesn't smell bad, so. the soap has done it's job, what else is it needed for.

except apparently dandruff, which julian scoffs over before he's ducking his head down enough to try and shake out said dandruff all over quentin. )


I'll show you dandruff.

( sharing is caring, or something like that. there is no non-awkward way out of this hug, so clearly the answer is to fix it by staying in it while ruining quentin's life. and he does feel - better. a little bit. like he's had a moment to let his guard down without feeling like he was two seconds away from getting skewered through the back. he's still holding onto that, the sliver of feeling safe in an otherwise entirely unsafe place.

it's what he's going to miss most, in krakoa's absence. )
querulus: (x-men - hehehe)

[personal profile] querulus 2025-04-23 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
[It's funny. When Quentin was younger—what, four? five years ago?—he would've never believed he'd be chilling with Sophie Cuckoo in a high rise apartment eating pasta and drinking champagne. Her sitting next to him. Teasingly bumping his shoulder. Younger Quentin would've. I dunno. Cried? Freaked out? Some other cringe/unsavory things? Probably. The fact that it's happening after he told her in no uncertain terms that she had thoroughly rejected him, they were never together, and he was fine with that is... Well, the word ironic is the most obvious choice. He chooses not to think too closely on it.]

/You guys should come visit the factory sometime. Glob's great at feeding a ton of people. Dude loves it./

[Whether that invitation includes the other Cuckoos is up for debate. Quentin's thoughts pointedly steer clear of considering that and quickly move on to the food. He leans over the container and breathes in the aroma, a smile starting to quirk up at the corners of his mouth.]

/Damn. You never realize how much you miss meat until you have to eat tofu for months on end./
manifesthope: (Psy - Fingerguns)

[personal profile] manifesthope 2025-04-23 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
Psychokinesis! Basically I'm using my mind to lift myself up in the air.

[Silver proceeded to do a flip in mid-air, grinning as he righted himself.]

I just couldn't help but come up here and say hello. I've never seen a being like you before! What are you? Where are you from? [It was clear his rush of questions weren't intending to be rude. He was just really curious and a bit impressed. Already his thoughts were wondering if he could actually lift her. He'd never try though. Not without permission first.]
querulus: (w&txm - shooketh)

[personal profile] querulus 2025-04-23 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
Ack, no, disgusting!

[Quentin's life = successfully ruined. He doesn't necessarily try to pull away fully, but he does slap his hand against whatever part of Julian's stupid face he can reach and try to shove his head and his flaky-ass crusty nasty scalp away from Quentin's now-defiled person. Oh god that's so gross who does this why would you ever]

This is biological warfare! Violation of Geneva Conventions!

[Okay, forget everything he said about Julian needing a friend or support or any of that other bullshit. This asshole needs a proper fucking haircare routine, stat. If Quentin has to mind control Julian to make it happen, so be it. He's a goddamn liability.]
lastofthearmlizards: (Default)

[personal profile] lastofthearmlizards 2025-04-23 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
I see.

[Psychokinesis isn’t a term that Baylene's familiar with, and seeing Silver's display only brought more questions than it does answers. But for now, she could only assume that only certain individuals have that sort of ability.]

As for me, I'm a brachiosaur. I was in the middle of the nesting grounds looking after my friend's offsprings before Aurora brought me to Etraya a moment ago.
overconfidently: overconfidently. (pic#15681366)

[personal profile] overconfidently 2025-04-23 08:53 am (UTC)(link)
Out of the five names, only three I’ve run into here but I wouldn’t say I know them.

( But everyone, and he means everyone he seems to come across knows him or of him. It’s a little strange to say the least, especially when he has no idea who they are aside from other mutants. )

Even Cable that I’ve run into here isn’t the Cable I’ve come across outside of this place, but it’s still very much him.

( He’d had the psychic migraine to be sure of that. )

All friends of yours I’m guessing?
overconfidently: overconfidently. (pic#15681346)

[personal profile] overconfidently 2025-04-23 09:05 am (UTC)(link)
( There’s a flutter of annoyance that can briefly be felt telepathically for a moment. Yes, he can feel the cluster of minds nearby. What telepath can’t? But he can also feel the way this planet is broken and falling apart and how no one seems to really care that is and doesn’t understand how getting something like pizza is going to help the people here any. Have people simply become so complacent as they did back in his own world with Apocalypse ruling as a tyrant? It bothers him to think. If they’re here and capable of doing what they can, they should be helping, not playing games and getting pizza.

All of this can be easily felt if Quentin is capable of picking up on it, but rather than say any of it, he simply glances off in the direction of where the minds can be felt. )


We’re telepaths. Schmoozing comes easy to us, doesn’t it?

( Mind control and all, right? )
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[personal profile] pricklybloom 2025-04-23 10:27 am (UTC)(link)
With a frown, Amy nods. "Yeah. I guess it's better to be safe than sorry. And it does kind of seem like a lot of work to bring people across dimensions and put us through all this for no reason."

Even if the reason might not be what Aurora says it is.

"Have you seen anyone else here?"
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[personal profile] sodark 2025-04-23 12:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[It takes Cable by surprise, so he briefly hesitates, freezing for a moment. His hands hover tentatively, but when she starts to cry either he relents or his heart breaks a little and he wraps his arms tightly around her. His jaw clenches, finding it increasingly difficult not to join her in her grief.

It's a little habitual, but his hand rests on the back of her head so he can press a firm, reassuring dad kiss to the top of her head. Like he'd do if he was home, he's done it a hundred times before. Just with a different Hope, who he's not sure he'll ever see again.

He's silent, waiting for her to speak when she's ready rather than forcing an overused, sympathetic expression on her.]


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[personal profile] sophielicious 2025-04-23 12:22 pm (UTC)(link)
(The irony is not lost on her, if that comforts him. She knows that the Sophie of five, four years ago would have rather die (literally) than spend this sort of time with Quentin Quire, but as is life, it's surprisingly not horrible. Perhaps it's the fact that he seems to have changed, or perhaps it's the fact that he's not putting her on a pedestal. Perhaps it's the fact she's separated, which gives her no other choice but to look at the people around her with her own set of eyes, rather than the collective.

She doesn't want to think about this temporary truce, either, other than just having it. It's not really like all the hurt has gone away, the resentments, but it can all go to the back burner for now. Sophie can enjoy her food, not being alone, the brain he happens to have that she can't help but find cozy. Is that weird? That's probably weird. Ugh.)


/Homemade might be good. I can't cook to save my life and I got expensive taste, so my credit card and mum gotta suffer through it./

(Although, let's be real, it's not like Sophie's spending habits cause a dent on the Frost Fund.

She can feel the steam on his face, the anticipation, and she'll grab her own container to take a bite already because it's killing her to wait.

It's nice. God, she's got good taste.)


/Which, speaking of. If we're all gonna live under the same roof again, I guess someone has got to figure out the food situation. Unless we want to rebuild that school again, the kitchen is off-limits for me. At least you get to eat all the meat in the world, until you get sick of it and crave tofu./
laserguy: (look i know i'm an ass)

[personal profile] laserguy 2025-04-23 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[With sunglasses squarely back on, he stares at the collapsed creature with a strange sort of numbness. Like he wanted to stop him in some way without fully blasting it in the face with his powers, so that seemed like the best alternative? Should he have blasted the floor instead? Intimidate it that way? Several thoughts run through his mind-- all of which suddenly stop as he notices the small twitch of its hand and relief runs through him.

It's alive. He's glad.

Like so much for the intimidation technique... but guess this worked?

But not wanting to stick around for long, Scott starts following Shadow out of the room-- no he's not following!! It's just the only exit unless he wants to blow up the wall without any reason. The door is still working.]


I'm heading that way. [He points down another corridor.] Making it clear now so you don't have to stick around.
laserguy: (so the plan is)

[personal profile] laserguy 2025-04-23 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Scott almost numbly reaches over to grasp her hand, shaking it lightly and just accepting this as part of his life now. So, she is a cat. He got that one right. Good job, him. This feels like the only appropriate reaction that he can have about all this.]

Uh yeah, nice to meet you Blaze. Glad I could help.

[...It does actually feel a little good that he helped her out, small as it may be. Of course, now they're in an arena together and going to sign up for a fight soon and he might just die here and now, but at least he helped out a talking cat.] So, uh, ready to kick ass?

[YEAH......]
laserguy: (yeah sure man)

[personal profile] laserguy 2025-04-23 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Not quite the same thing, but close enough. Stuck years in the past compared to everyone else. Maybe a decade or so? Yeah. That sucks too. Maybe it sucks even more for the other mutant, because they actually know his future. It's not just the future of someone that is him in an alternative timeline.

Unless they are from the same reality, but it's been easier for Scott to just assume that everyone is from that older Jean's timeline.

The teen remains quiet for a moment. Then there's a large exhale, before Scott shifts to look at Nate with maybe some level of understanding.]


It's kind of annoying, isn't it? Actually, it just sucks.

[Scott's not fully smiling, but it feels kind of good to say that.]
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[personal profile] limiterrings 2025-04-23 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the hedgehog looks up at the other as he explains where he's going to go, for what reason he needed to do that is unknown to him, but he's ready to go the opposite direction until the pile of rubble shakes briefly. his ears twitch, and he stops in place and stands right next to the door with a bored expression.

...

he doesn't seem to be willing to move just yet, but he makes no effort to follow scott either.

it's a get away from mean hedgehog free card if the other is willing to take it. ]
sophielicious: (47)

[personal profile] sophielicious 2025-04-23 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Baby, that's what I mean. Club first, arcade second, playing with the locals through both.

(At least he did promise her fun, and the rest of the night is sounding promising. Point #109238 to Julian, as she moves towards the bright lights and the noise. Her powers are, thankfully, starting to come back gradually, so that makes her even more interested in what they might end up doing.)

Loud. On God, loud. Don't you want to blow off some steam?
overconfidently: overconfidently. (pic#15702947)

[personal profile] overconfidently 2025-04-23 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, kinda does.

( Suck, that is.

He glances past the other mutant— past his father and lets his mind crawl across the ground they stand on. Quiet. Searching. Until he picks up on a cluster of minds in what he determines to be a city space around here. Blue eyes flicking their gaze back to him, he blinks then. )


There's some sort of city nearby from what I can tell. Large amount of people there. Probably has food and a place to crash if that's what you're looking for.
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[personal profile] fireboost 2025-04-23 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
And if I do?

[ blaze doesn't deny his accusation—as much as it may feel... a little bit unnatural to do so, she's not one to stand idly by and watch those she cares about be criticized. she crosses her arms, folding them over her chest as she meets shadow's eyes. ]

Thus far, Shadow has shown that he does not mean to harm us. You must have a reason for your distaste, but unless I hear it, I cannot change my opinion.

[ she at least wants to give him a chance to explain himself before going straight to arguments. ]
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[personal profile] fireboost 2025-04-23 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Blaze seems thoughtful for a moment, but at Amy's question, her ears perk up momentarily.

"I have, actually."

Though it's... a bit complicated to explain. Maybe even more so as the floor rolls underneath their feet, requiring Blaze to adjust their steps and direction at a moment's notice.

"Silver is here, and Shadow as well. Though..."
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[personal profile] fireboost 2025-04-23 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ and this talking cat happens to be very thankful, but she also happens to be very observant. she catches that hesitation behind his words. 'uh'? entering battle isn't exactly the time to be saying 'uh', and she meets his eyes... sunglasses. ]

I am prepared. Are you?

[ she's not sure exactly what she was expecting. armor, maybe. but by all accounts, he seems to be nothing more than a citizen in his plain clothes. ]

I will admit, I wouldn't have taken you for a combatant.
limiterrings: (pic#17756612)

[personal profile] limiterrings 2025-04-23 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Why does your opinion matter to me?

[ why does anyone's matter, what do they need to hear from him about this hedgehog that makes them believe they need to talk. so far, the amount of people who have felt the need to step in and ask about his own feelings regarding the double only annoys him more and more, and it hasn't even been that many. though, there are those who have mistaken him for that weakling. ]

It's only Sonic's foolish beliefs as to why any of you trust me.

[ shadow's quiet again now, walking forward without slowing down because he knows she will remain there.

maybe he just doesn't trust himself, it could stem that deep. ]
querulus: (wca - whoa geez)

[personal profile] querulus 2025-04-23 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[Okay, definitely not expected. Quentin leans back, holding his hands up in a pacifying gesture.]

Okay, okay, you win. I'm sure he's a swell guy in your world! He's not in mine, but hey, I'm not gonna yuck your yum.

[He briefly debates not addressing her thoughts... But she did say that's how she talked to her somehow-not-sketchy Charles so....]

What do you mean "sick"?
querulus: (wca - press x to doubt)

[personal profile] querulus 2025-04-23 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
just saying you're awfully chatty about everyone who isn't you
querulus: (gen x - wow dude that's mid)

[personal profile] querulus 2025-04-23 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
oh like you're some arbiter of normalcy. your dad's a cyborg telepath who collects guns and belt pouches