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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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querulus: (x-men - help i'm being attacked)

[personal profile] querulus 2025-04-13 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[When the amygdala perceives a threat, it sends a distress signal to the hypothalamus. Sympathetic nervous system floods the body with stress hormones. Heart rate rises, pupils dilate, respiration becomes more rapid as small airways in the lungs open to allow for the most oxygen to be taken in per breath. Trembling next. Pallid complexion. It's all hard-wired, a primitive survival instinct that telepathy can't fully control or prevent, at least not by the telepath who owns the brain in question and not when in the clutches of said instinctive reaction, and later Quentin will be mortified that Julian is plenty close enough see that he's panicking. No matter what his hippocampus is saying—that Keller is all bark and no bite, that Quentin could reach into his brain and make him let go at any time with virtually no effort—his stupid amygdala is screaming no no no I don't want to die, not again. And it's showing.

It takes longer than he would like to admit to reclaim control over his brain, no thanks at all to Keller progressively giving him less and less space to breathe let alone think, and even more time to try and halfway process anything he's actually saying. Quentin projecting his problems onto others? Sure, believable. Most exhausting person in the room? Sounds legit. Self-destructive asshole? Guilty as charged, your honor. And he'd love to give his input on all this whole fascinating character study-slash-roast Julian's decided to give him, but you see the problem is he can't. Fucking. Breathe.]


Let me go!!

[There's no telepathic command behind the words, but Quentin's voice echoes in Julian's brain as much as his hoarse yelling does in the outside world. His "freeze" response of stiffly keeping balled fists at his side abruptly switches to "flight," and he furiously grabs at Julian's forearm and stupid non-existent wrist. His voice, on the other hand, is too shaky to sound truly angry or threatening, with just a slight edge of desperation. Between the adrenaline throwing his breathing a curveball and the pressure on his chest, he can't exactly manage the kind of clear, confident tone he'd prefer.]

Come on, man, I can't—you win, okay? Uncle! I don't want to use my powers on you again, but you've gotta let me go.
vexant: (pic#17696764)

[personal profile] vexant 2025-04-14 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
( unfortunately for them both, julian does recognize the signs of a panic attack. it's the shaky voice, the grabbing desperately for him, that tips him off. and the nice thing to do here would be to back off. to give quentin some air, give him time to come back to himself before he goes back to his high-pitched whining and bitching. but julian?

well. he doesn't do that. his grip loosens some; pressure against quentin's collar significantly less hard than it had been, but it's still there. he's not letting him move away, not giving him a clear out, because this back and forth has to stop. there's no telekinetic force holding him up anymore, it's just julian. even the metal prosthetics are keeping off of him. )


No. I need you to listen.

( quire's voice is shaky, but julian's is firm. confident. unwavering. )

Look at me. Breathe. You want to take a look in my head? Go for it. But if you try to manipulate me physically in any way, you'll regret it.

( it's giving quire permission to snoop. to learn that julian? doesn't mean to harm him any. this isn't him using his physical presence to intimidate him - or not by julian's definition at least. this is him getting into quire's face, to make sure he understands. he was angry about quentin knowing krakoa was gone and letting julian think everything was just dandy. but with that anger comes the understanding that julian would have done the same thing. there's no point in making someone suffer through something twice, is there? and he - gets it. it was a bid to keep julian from kicking the shit out of quentin or whatever - as if that's what he would have done with that knowledge. maybe he would have. maybe he would have taken out his anger on quentin just because he's an easy and conveniently located target, but the point is that quentin hadn't told him, and maybe, just maybe, buried keep in that stupid skull of his - quentin meant it as a way to protect julian.

doesn't matter what quentin's intentions were. what matters is julian's: he's here to correct a misunderstanding, to prevent this back and forth - or reruns as quentin calls them. neither of them need to be wasting their energy like this. )


And when you're ready to calm down, shut up, and listen, we'll finish this so I can fuck off and leave you to your moping.
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[personal profile] querulus 2025-04-14 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Julian backs off a bit. It's not enough. What a fucking asshole.

Quentin ignores the instruction to look at Keller and instead squeezes his eyes shut, forcing himself to take four deep (if uneven) breaths and move his hands off of Julian's arm to press his fingers to both sides of his head.]


It's not you, asshole. I'm not—this isn't happening because of you, it's... It's—shit, I'll just show you.

[What he dumps into Julian's head isn't so much complete memories, but rather snapshots, sharp pangs of feelings connected to images and brief moments. Waking up from eggs over and over and over. Someone nonchalantly telling him the grisly way he died this time. Weeks and weeks worth of memories, thoughts, experiences gone forever because they happened between his last backup and his latest death. The spike of anxiety every time he's in danger, because dying would mean that everything he's done and felt in the past however many days would never matter, and a new Quentin Quire will come out of his egg none the wiser. And then the death he remembers: teeth and claws tearing his body to pieces after a Wolverine imposter stabs him in the throat.]

Learned, uh—learned fear response. Conditioned. I know you're not out to kill me, it's my brain that doesn't.

[His pulse is still pounding in his ears, and his voice and breathing aren't nearly as solid as he'd like, but Quentin does manage to center himself enough to open his eyes and look at Julian wearily. One hand goes to Julian's upper arm just above his elbow, and Quentin lightly pushes his arm away, not enough to be a serious attempt, just a suggestion.]

Give me space, let me get my head on straight, okay? I'm not going anywhere, and I'm not gonna be, you know. Me. The usual me. The me you're used to.
vexant: (Wz8EAUd)

[personal profile] vexant 2025-04-14 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
( he's about to tell quentin he knows he's not afraid of julian. he's got a decent amount of mental fortitude against telepaths, but quentin's - well. quentin. julian doesn't expect to be able to do jack shit against him if he really wanted to knock him down a level. except before julian gets a word out, he's gifted the joy of reliving the same fucked experiences quentin has been shoved through to get this fucked up. thanks, who wouldn't want to live(or, ha, die) through sabertooth eviscerating them?

julian tenses. just enough that it's noticeable, that same fuckshitcrapowfucknonononono- mirroring back as claws pierce straight through him, shredding julian's midsection, ripping into a lung, destroying his diaphragm, the burning sensation in his lower arms as nimrod just fucking - )


I know it's not me.

( quentin's smart. clever enough to read between the lines, to know julian's clever, strong, dangerous in his own way but never that same kind of dangerous the assholes who'd throw quentin to the wolves countless times are. he's got an edge to him, but he'll avoid the killing blow every damn time there's another way out. and the same thing that pisses julian off about quentin is the same damn problem summers had with julian: he doesn't listen. not out of a hatred for people telling him what to do, but because he doesn't trust most the older crew not to feed him through a meat grinder, or fuck off and abandon him the moment he's more of an inconvenience than anything else.

and he gets - this. the stress response. the one wrong movement, one wrong noise setting off every warning bell in his head, telling him to fight back, get out, leave before this turns worse despite knowing damn well he's not in any real danger. julian's voice softens, loses the edge. )


Just like I know you're not gonna let some asshole fuck you up by making you freak out every time someone pins you down.

( because, see, he's managing. somewhat. he considers intentionally tipping quentin closer to that edge, just to prove a point. ultimately decides that's a shit idea, except he also doesn't, you know, have the hands to manage this how he'd prefer to.

julian sucks in a deep breath through his nose, but doesn't give quentin the space he's asking for. stays close, even if the pressure is gone. he grabs for quentin's own hand with his tk, rather than using cold metal, so he can try to guide it up to the pulsepoint at the curve of his jaw. his own heart is racing, especially after that fun trip down memory lane. )


Count it.

( significantly less helpful than simply fucking off, but look, he's trying something else. julian takes a few deep breaths to steady himself, too, slowly calming himself down off of that panicked high. )
querulus: (avengers - feels bad man)

[personal profile] querulus 2025-04-14 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Quentin's been in enough heads to not flinch when Julian's own terrible memories come spilling back at him. It's to be expected when you've just dumped a bucket of extra trauma into a brain that's already chock-full of it. Though really, if anything it's helpful, in a fucked up kind of way. A loud noise that isn't originating in his own head? Yes, please, and thank you. Two brains making a racket is a lot less lonely than one. Point to Julian. On a technicality, but eh, sure, why not.

Second point he wins is that whole thing about letting some asshole fuck him up and blah blah blah. Because that? That appeals to the contrarian in Quentin, which, well. Let's be honest here, is one of the strongest, most deeply ingrained, bone-deep traits in Quentin's whole dumpster fire of a psyche. Petulance doesn't quite override the anxiety racing through his veins, but it helps, and he does reflexively wrinkle his nose in a brief flicker of defiance. Did Julian have any idea that was the right button to push, or was he just blindly mashing until something worked? Who knows. Regardless, that's two points. And a deficit of like a billion.

Still, those two points are why Quentin goes along with whatever Julian's up to that doesn't involve giving Quentin the space he asked for multiple times. He instinctively resists Julian's attempt to telekinetically move his hand, but a glance at his mind—how many times is Quentin going to have to tell this jerk to use his words—fills Quentin in on Julian's intentions. Well... if he's not going to go away, why not? Quentin makes a skeptical expression but moves his hand, partly on his own and partly with some TK assistance, to put two fingers at Julian's pulse, which is now racing as much as Quentin's after some telepathy trauma-dumping. Oops. It's weird, but it's not like Julian has wrists to feel his pulse the normal way. And hey, speaking of missing hands and making it weird, Quentin couldn't help but notice that hesitation about "cold metal" when he was poking around just now, so he helpfully... patches Keller into his own nervous system. Specifically, the nervous system for the hand at his pulsepoint. Been a while since the guy's felt a real hand, right? Might as well.

Also if they can both feel it, that means Quentin doesn't have to actually count.]
vexant: (pic#17745060)

[personal profile] vexant 2025-04-15 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
( he'd given quire permission to go snooping, so there's no bitching on his part when he does start skimming through julian's mind. if he were a telepath? he'd probably lean on the same: it's easier to understand someone when you can just - look into their head, know exactly what they mean even if they don't say as much. and quentin had already pulled lines about how telepaths are shit at reading people when they aren't literally reading them. so, here: he gets access into julian's head, into the crap that's motivating him through this. quentin gets to know, without a sliver of doubt, exactly what julian is up to and why he's doing it.

the direct line of sensation from quentin's hand to his own head? throws him off for a moment. because outside of phantom pains, it has been a significant amount of time since julian has experienced what it feels like to actually be able to touch people with his hands. he can pick crap up, move things, do a lot of crap most people with flesh and blood hands can but he can't feel it. the sensation of his own heartbeat, pressed against quire's fingertips? is fucking weird. but not - unwanted.

but julian keeps the commentary to a minimum. takes a few more deep, slow breaths, letting himself calm down. feeling through quire as his heartbeat goes from too fast, too hard, to something significantly more comfortable. keeps himself quiet, too, while they both calm down a little. and once julian feels a little less like jumping out of his own shoes, he does open his mouth and speak up, )


Better?
querulus: (w&txm - how dare you touch me)

[personal profile] querulus 2025-04-15 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a lot of things Quentin could say here. Would be believable for him to say. Typical Quentin Quire.

"Would've been better if you'd given me the space I asked for."

"Don't expect me to thank you for helping with the panic attack you gave me, jackass."

"I didn't ask for your help."

"You're a rotten therapist, Keller."

He doesn't say any of them. There isn't a single "typical Quentin" thing he could say that wouldn't set this whole mess off again. So he just... nods and replies, his voice soft and lacking in his usual acidity.]


Yeah.

[As loath as he is to admit it, Quentin doesn't... fully regret letting Keller help ground him. Sure, he would have preferred to be given space to let him work out his own shit without anyone's assistance—he's a telepath for Christ's sake, a little brain glitch would be a piece of cake even if he wasn't, you know, entirely too used to handling the fucked up mess in his head—but relying on someone else? Not awful. Kinda nice, actually. Shame it was Keller and not, uh. Um. Okay, well, he can't think of anyone he would prefer, actually. Because his preference is QQ or Bust. And honestly, Julian Keller is probably the only asshole with the right paradoxical combination of bullish empathy and altruistic ego to pull this kind of stunt. Quentin also keeps his hand where it is for now, with Julian's brain still connected, until whenever it is that he decides to move his arm. Why? Because well, if Quentin was stuck with stupid metal hands, he sure wouldn't be complaining about being able to feel actual fingers for a bit longer, and it doesn't seem like Julian's complaining either.

There's a whole second list of Things He Definitely Shouldn't Say here, including but not limited to "hell of a trust exercise there, squad captain," "you're really bad at listening," or the classic "you gonna start yelling at me about how much I suck again?" Quentin thinks them, imagines a world where he says them, and Julian is shooketh, and everyone (there's nobody around in front of this random building, and Quentin made sure they were hidden from all organic eyes ages ago) claps. And then he throws them in the garbage. Where they belong. And instead of all that he just says:]


You good?
vexant: (eCHs4Xs)

[personal profile] vexant 2025-04-15 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
( he's not complaining, but he's not telling quire thanks either. not when he's still in his face, not when he's still contemplating what the hell he's supposed to do with this. it'd be really damn nice, if they could have just one part of their lives not be full of complications. quire pissing him off? fine. quire riding the line of an anxiety attack and then shoving all of that onto julian, pulling him back into his own nightmares of being shredded to pieces only for him to, what, decide maybe julian wants to remember what it feels like to be able to touch someone with hands he doesn't have currently, supposedly will have back soon, but the cost of his resurrection, his renewal is that - not long after, they'll lose yet another home they'd built up for themselves?

it's not fair.

it's never fair.

none of this is. there's so many levels to how fucked up their entire lives are, to quentin dying, over and over again, and for what. julian's gotten fucked up, been left behind, brought back into the fold only to go out on the front lines and get himself fucked up again and for what? peace was never an option, not when fear is why people hate them so much. violence does nothing but make it worse. telling humanity to fuck off and leave them alone while they went off to live on their own terms didn't work. and look how badly they fucked up quentin's head while trying to do that. jesus. )


No, jackass. I'm not good. ( but he will give an extra hard shove against quentin's chest, before he's taking a step back and away. breaks the contact, because he's going to try to claw his way out of his own skin if that keeps up. it hadn't been all that long ago since he told jay he was pretty sure they were all just waiting around for their turn to die after m-day. that they'd finally, finally gotten a place they could just - be safe. and now look at them. )

Don't act like you know me, because you clearly don't. Don't act like I'm here to be your personal punishment dispenser, because I'm not going to hit you. You want someone to fuck you over because you can't do it yourself? Find someone else.
querulus: (avengers - hrmph)

[personal profile] querulus 2025-04-15 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Okay, well, that was a semi-nice moment that's now ruined. But hey, at least Quentin wasn't the one who ruined it. He'll take what he can get.

He's quiet for a moment, but this time he's not deciding what snarky jabs would be a stupid idea to say. He's... weighing options. Quentin side-steps away from the wall, straightening his clothing as he gets his thoughts in order. He glances at Julian briefly when he starts going off about being a "personal punishment dispenser," but otherwise just looks at the ground. Thinking.

There's the straightforward option: admitting that yeah, he self-sabotages. Quentin's well aware of that particular vice. He knows he tried to weaponize Keller, because again, self-sabotage, and he knows what a dick move that is. Manipulation is manipulation, regardless of whether or not telepathy is involved. He was just... well, hurting. Not an excuse, but it's the truth. All the guilt and grief and baggage, not to mention being suddenly surrounded by the people who've known him at his worst, it all just dredged up so much wretched putrid bullshit inside him, and he couldn't stop himself. Quentin Quire doesn't lose control of his powers. Nope, that would be simple. A semi-decent excuse. He just loses control of himself. He's thinking more clearly now, at least. Nothing like a good pushed-to-the-brink douchebag-induced panic attack to clear the ole noggin.

So yeah, that's the most direct option. Simple. Addresses the immediate issues. Potentially leaves an open door for Quentin to ease into the trickier stuff, like the whole hot complicated mess that was Krakoa. Or at least stall. Give himself more time to consider what Julian has a right to know and what's cruel to tell him. His island paradise is already dead. What if it's worse to know who actually killed it?

Julian's right that Quentin doesn't know him. Not really. But Quentin knows what he would want. And thanks to Sophie, he knows what Julian will do when he doesn't all the information. So he straightens up, looks Julian in the eye, and says in a clear, if slightly hurried, voice:]


The humans didn't take Krakoa from us. We did. Mutants. I was... closer than most. Saw it happen.

[And there it is. Not a good option. There are no good options. But it's the truth. Quentin continues before Julian has time to reply, waving his hand to cut off any further (understandable) accusations of self-sabotage.]

I'm not saying this so you'll get mad, be my "punishment dispenser" or whatever. You said you'd do the same as me, right? Means you probably oughta know what I actually did.
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[personal profile] vexant 2025-04-16 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
( despite the shoving, this? isn't all that bad for them. look, quire pulled himself together, julian didn't lose his shit at him, and neither of them are all that badly bruised. physically. mentally? that'll take a bit to recover from, but they're working on it. unfortunately, quentin keeps opening his mouth and making crap worse. but it's fine. this is fine. they can deal with this.

julian gives an irritated little sigh and pinches his nose between his index finger and thumb, taking a few steps off to the side of quentin so he can turn around and shove his back against the wall, using it to sink down to the ground beside him. )


Sure. Okay. ( christ. this just keeps getting worse, doesn't it. but the sooner they get this over with, the sooner it can be done and over with. so julian lower a hand to the ground and pats at it, gesturing for quire to follow him down to the ground. ) Let's just get this over with. You've got the floor, I'm listening.
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[personal profile] querulus 2025-04-17 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Quentin realizes he was bracing himself for Julian's inevitable explosive reaction when his shoulders relax instinctively after it... doesn't happen. Okay... okay! This is progress. Finally.

... And now he has to figure out what to actually say. Quentin plops himself on the ground, and as soon as he does he just. Deflates. God, he's fucking tired. Okay, here goes. Quentin takes a heavy breath and pulls his legs up, resting his forearms on his knees.]


There was an X-Force squad. Krakoan CIA. Working in the shadows, protecting Krakoa's interests no matter the cost, blah blah blah. Real spook shit, you know? I'm not gonna—[He gestures at his head to indicate the usual telepathy-assisted exposition]—I don't even want half this shit in my head, and I don't fucking remember the other half. Logan was on the team, all you need to know.

[Quentin pulls his glasses off and rubs one eye uncomfortably with the back of his wrist.]

And that's not even talking about the crap I just, I dunno. Ignored? Looked the other way? Beast went crazy. Watched that go down. Helped arrest Nature Girl. And Idie... Fuck, man, they put Idie in the Pit, and I let it happen. Didn't say a damn word.

[He grimaces. Idie has been in no hurry to let any of them forget that last bit. He looks at Julian and raises his shoulders and arms in a desperate shrug.]

I mean, you saw how good shit was. The kids, mutants coming back to life, getting their powers back. Donut plants. Fuckin' paradise. Seemed, I dunno... worth all the bullshit.
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[personal profile] vexant 2025-04-17 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
( quentin's tired, and julian's tired. they're both exhausted and sick of each other's bullshit, and yet here they are. julian gets it: he was working alongside logan, meaning quire was fresh out of mentors to go to about the shit he was dealing with. logan's the guy who kidnapped quentin to begin with, isn't he? which just makes his whole x-force deal even more shady: it was logan who brought the kids off of utopia, who wanted to give them a place where they didn't have to be little soldiers, and dragged quentin along with him. it pisses julian off, that he went through all that effort to shove quentin somewhere else only to drag him into krakoan black ops. and who the fuck would arrest nature girl? what could she have done? )

It's all their fault. ( not humans, just, ) The original X-Men. They do this over and over again. Make promises, say they're looking out for our best interests, only to turn around and fuck us up even more than we already had been.

( it's then that he looks over to quentin, pulling his own leg up so he can rest his forearm against it. )

Was that bullshit necessary to keep Krakoa in one piece? Or was it pushing crap several steps too far?
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[personal profile] querulus 2025-04-18 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[He makes an odd expression, something halfway between a wince and a scowl, like he just tasted something particularly offensive, and shrugs noncommittally. Quentin is... undecided himself, honestly, regarding the whole "was it necessary" question. He's certain Krakoa would've fallen much earlier without X-Force's interference, and the laws existed for a reason, but... maybe there was something broken about Krakoa in the first place, if it required all this godawful shit to keep it safe. Or... "safe." Krakoa was good for mutants. It just wasn't good for all mutants.]

Depends who you ask. I searched every mind on the damn island trying to figure that one out.

[Quentin chooses to ignore the bit about the original X-Men. He can't imagine the big reveal of "hey Cyclops is my team leader, and he's actually not that bad" will pair all that well in this particular conversation and to this particular audience. That nugget will have to wait for another day. At least Quentin doesn't feel any crushing guilt around keeping that a secret. Just crushing desire-to-not-have-more-of-a-headache-than-he-already-does.]

All I know is we all had doubts. All of us. [He raises his eyebrows and tilts his head slightly in Julian's direction to indicate "yes, even you."] We just... I don't know, wanted it to work so badly we didn't care.

[Which... brings him to something that's been sticking in the back of his mental craw. For a while, actually. Well, ever since he got to the library and noticed Julian's lack of hands. It was what Julian said that bothered him.

Whatever, might as well go for it. Quentin turns his upper body part-way towards Julian to address him more directly, gesturing at his metal hands.]


Look. You're in line for the Crucible, right? You don't think that's a little fucked up? You toss yourself into about a dozen wood chippers for mutantkind, and they can't do you a solid? I mean, shit, I died a lot, but at least I never had to grovel for some kind of "honorable death" malarkey in front of everyone.
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[personal profile] vexant 2025-04-18 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
( the look on quentin's face isn't surprising. of course julian's had doubts. the whole thing with putting the five on a pedestal that's obviously going to put a massive target on their backs? crap idea. crucible in general? also crap. they're making non-combatants fight to die just to regain a piece of themselves they lost a long time ago, and no, it's not fair. but no system is perfect either, and crucible at least feels like an honorable way to go out rather than just, what, killing oneself? asking someone else to put them down?

granted, it's not like the five couldn't just fix crap. they're building entire bodies from scratch, how hard could it be to regenerate a pair of hands on someone already living? all the technological and medical advantages krakoa has given them, and for some reason, they still all have to suffer to be made whole again. quentin's case is a little different, but at the same time, )


I put mine off on purpose. I'm no X-Force member or whatever, but I'm still combat-trained. ( which doesn't necessarily push julian up to the top of the list or whatever, but it's enough that he could have gone earlier, had he wanted to. but he didn't. krakoa is about renewal, and julian didn't want it until tag, wallflower, wither, until the rest of the kids who didn't make it through m-day were brought back. because quentin isn't wrong: he's been fucked to hell and back for mutantkind, julian doesn't even want to know the extent of all the scar tissue inside of him, he's had supplies of emergency antibiotics to cover for his lack of a spleen. but it's not worth it, if they can't all have it. julian's lived through all of the bullshit the x-men have shoved them through, but so many of them never had the opportunity to grow up.

eyes focus on his prosthetics for a moment, before he's refocusing on quentin himself. )


But you're not wrong. Crucible is - stupid. And I don't know why the hell Foley's gone along with it. Or Hope. I don't know the rest of them well enough to call it, but. ( a loose roll of his shoulders, less to shrug off the statement and more to give julian a moment to finagle how he wants to word this. ) Hope's always had the whole damn world on her shoulders, you think she'd approve of murdering mutants to get them back up to one hundred percent, instead of just using the resources we have to fix them? And Foley - that idiot has enough of a complex as is. Even back when we were kids, he was capable of regenerating entire organs, why's he bothering to keep within pre-drawn lines? It doesn't sound like either of them.

( how many people do they have around who can fuck with someone's head? more importantly, how many can fuck with hope and josh's heads? proteus'? xavier is right there. quire's. well. right here. )

And why were we all just letting it happen?
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[personal profile] querulus 2025-04-19 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Why? That's the million dollar question, isn't it? The easy answer is mind control. Telepathy, reality warping, whatever the fuck that writer guy working for Mikhail had going on. And obviously, all of those are factors. Does Quentin truly believe that Xavier never had his greasy little telepathic fingers in everyone's brains every now and then? Not for a second. Chuck, Sinister, Mikhail, Orchis, Dominion, whoever the fuck else—they all fucked mutantkind in their own special ways. But for it to be all them? No. That doesn't make sense. The ones who got punished—Idie, Lin, Toad—most of them don't have the mental resistance to end up where they did if there was truly a powerful telepath pulling the strings. It was something else.

Quentin frowns and glances away briefly, mouth pressing into a thin line.]


Same reason you and the Cuckoos tried to bring it back. Or... will try, I guess, in your case.

[He's assuming Sophie caught Julian up on that whole mess same as she did for Quentin. Otherwise how did Krakoa's destruction even come up? Quentin sighs and leans back, resting the back of his head against the wall.]

You know that's why I didn't tell you at first? Thought you finally lost your shit. But it turns out you said "welcome to die" so, you know. False alarm there. Gotta say, it's a relief to not be stuck here with a future psycho.

[One side of his mouth quirks up in a wry smile, and he rolls his head to the side to look at Julian. Hopefully he'll take that as the joke it was, but who knows. Quentin turns his head forward again, eyes moving upward toward the sky.]

Just... felt good to win for once. Good enough to say "fuck it" about any collateral damage.
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[personal profile] vexant 2025-04-19 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Ha.

( there's a snort, the slight upcurl to the corner of his lips, which is indication enough julian understood it as a joke rather than an insult. besides, it's not as if most of them haven't gone through some kind of psychotic break. julian's gone through depressive episodes, times when he was sure the anger was going to have him lashing out at everyone, even if he did manage to keep himself mostly contained. maybe it's just his turn to have a breakdown.

he wasn't there for the fall. hasn't experienced any of it first-hand yet. julian's at an odd place of knowing everything will fall to shit without having had to go through it himself and he still hasn't had the time to process it. to come to terms with all the bullshit they've gone through, are going through, and will apparently. the small grin fades, eyes focused down on the ground in front of them. )


We should have done better. All of us. ( it's then his gaze shifts, looking back toward quentin. ) Which includes you. Stop letting them tell you what to do. You recognized it was wrong, and you still let it happen. Logan's separated all of us because he didn't think it was right to fuck us up more, yet he got you killed how many times? You've got a voice, Quire. Use it.
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[personal profile] querulus 2025-04-19 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wait. What?? Quentin rolls his head to the side to give Julian a snide look.]

Seriously? You're tell me to stick it to the man? Fight the power? Me. Pfft. Give me a break.

[He scoffs and looks forward, studying the buildings on the other side of the street.]

I was telling the X-Men to go fuck themselves while you were still being a good little boy sitting in your TK jenga class.

[Alright, probably not the best way to start this topic, but look. He'll recover. Maybe. Hopefully? In any case, Quentin deliberately dulls that sharp tone to his voice. He'll need Julian to be in his least pissy mood to get through that whole "who actually got Quentin killed all those times" conversation without someone getting thrown through a fucking wall. Or... the current one, honestly. Ugh.]

That's the whole problem, right? Oo, Quentin Quire saying fuck the system? Flaking out on his team? All of mutantdom? Wow, not like that's ever happened before. 

[He sighs, taking off his glasses to squeeze his eyes. At least he won't have to see it when Julian laughs in his fucking face for saying this.]

Believe it or not, I've been trying to get my shit together. Teamwork makes the dream work and all that hokey crap. I couldn't—look, I did get fed up with it, but all I could do was get rid of Beast before everything went to hell. I'm on a completely different team now, okay? No more sketchy shit.
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[personal profile] vexant 2025-04-20 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
( at the very least, julian is much too exhausted to get too bitchy over the when you were still being a good little boy comment. he could bite back. could say that when quentin was busy being mostly dead, julian was telling everyone to back the hell up after m-day. that quentin may have been the bad boy of the school first, but it was julian who was left to do it when crap really hit the fan. he rolls his eyes, but otherwise leaves it be. for now. )

It's not about saying fuck the system and fighting everything. It's about fighting for what's right. Not flaking on a team. Or mutantkind. But sticking by mutants when it's our own damn people who are trying to get us all killed.

( when scott is being a dumbass, or logan is pushing the boundaries too far. when everything is so fucked that no one is making the right decisions.

with a sigh, he pushes his hands against his knees, and pulls himself up to his feet. )


It's not easy, finding the line. I've probably fucked it up more often than I haven't.
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[personal profile] querulus 2025-04-20 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
Pretty sure trying to take over New York counts as fucking it up, yeah.

[Look, that's just the first example Quentin could think of. Also that Krakoan outfit was very silly. Really, Julian? A cape?

Quentin looks up as Julian stands, debates staying here to stew in his misery for a while longer, but then begrudgingly decides that's probably pretty antithetical to the "I'm trying to get my shit together" thing he was just saying. So he gets up, stretching his neck side to side stiffly.]


You know what's funny? The Avengers did more to help us than Charles X-fucking-avier. Go figure. My squad, we're actually on good terms with them. And we've got Juggernaut. So, you know, not all shitty.

[There's... possibly a message buried in there. A message about how it's maybe less about "mutants" and more about "people." Sticking by mutants—the majority of mutants—is what got them into this mess in the first place. Putting people like Idie behind the rest of the island. But those aren't feelings Quentin quite has the appropriate words to express just yet. Maybe someday.

In the meantime, he eyes Julian, looking him up and down critically. Then he rolls his eyes with a heavy sigh, as though he's graciously inconveniencing himself for someone else as a noble sacrifice, and spreads his arms out, making beckoning gestures with both hands.]


Alright, big guy, come on. Bring it in.
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[personal profile] vexant 2025-04-20 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
( listen. he doesn't remember the steps it took for him to get to that point in new york. where he drew the line. which isn't to say that julian doesn't believe he would, because with krakoa's downfall - it would be worth it actually. it's nothing new york hasn't been through before, and if it got them even a smidge closer to having back those wide open fields where all the gremlins could run around under the sky and not be terrified of sentinels massacring them? yeah. that'd have been worth throwing himself under the bus and playing at being a super villain.

the avengers are a touchier subject. quentin remembers their. . . recent help, julian remembers them in the institute after m-day. remembers all the times they've actively worked against them. them, as in all of them, even when they weren't even vaguely involved in any of the bullshit that had gotten their panties all up in a bunch. how many times have they been stuck in school facilities, watching others watch them, as if they were criminals just waiting to burst free from their classrooms to wreak havoc on the world?

but that's just it, isn't it. the problem isn't humans, or mutants, mutates - it isn't limited to one specific group, it's specific people across all of them. isolating mutants finally gave them a safe space to just be without interference, but it didn't save them. trying to live among everyone else didn't work out so well, either. there is no one answer to fix everything. no reasonable solution. no way to coexist in peace because someone is always going to be against it.

quire's holding out his arms as if for a hug and julian's spiraling down a line of what ifs that he knows aren't going anywhere. mourning a place he hasn't lost yet but knows he will lose. it is all shitty. everything is shitty. even when things weren't as shitty, they were on the cusp of becoming shitty, and julian's whole thing he'd said to jay, about him being pretty sure they were all just waiting for their turn to die at some point? not wrong. that things were better? apparently wrong. christ.

here he is, following along with aurora to better his chances of being able to save their world (and everyone else's) but it's all just fucked, isn't it.

it's fine. fine. it's been worse before.

not worse enough for quire to hold out his arms, actually. maybe this is the worst-case scenario. )


Juggernaut and it's not sketchy?

( it barely addresses anything, and it's the point. he's not leaning into quentin. intentionally not engaging with the avengers, or xavier. ignoring new york. latching onto the last two words he can put together in a way that it sounds about right and closer to a joke than anything because it's easier than trying to deal with everything else. )
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[personal profile] querulus 2025-04-20 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Quentin's initial reaction is... annoyance. Disbelief and, yes, disappointment are there as well. But mostly irritation. Indignation. This motherfucker.

Julian pinned Quentin to a wall—very much, and he cannot stress this enough, not in a remotely fun way—didn't give him any goddamn personal space when he asked, and insisted on some stupid trust exercise that Quentin didn't need or want. And now he won't even do a regular-ass hug? Like a normal person? What a freak. Not that Quentin's much of a hugger either. But like... at least he tries to do normal person shit occasionally. Sometimes. Turns out when the whole world is insane a little normalcy can be really fucking nice, and he assumed Julian would understand that, but nooooo.

Quentin slowly lowers his arms with a surly expression, deciding to just address the one comment Julian did make and be done with this fiasco.]


Hey, Cain's not that bad a guy when you get to know him. Sure, a little rough around the edges and dumb as a bag of rocks, but the guy gives a shit like nobody's... business.

[The way Quentin trails off has nothing to do with Cain Marko. He peers at Julian again, and this time he skims Keller's mind briefly. Not deeply enough to get much in the way of details, just a quick "vibe check". Get the big picture, as it were. It's... well, "quagmire" is a word. Which makes sense, all things considering. Not like the guy's head was a prime example of tranquility even before this.

... Eh. Fuck it. Julian won't come get a stupid hug? Fine. Quentin will do it himself. Assuming Keller doesn't hurl him through a building just for trying, Quentin's going to cross the short gap between them, sling one arm around Julian's neck and the other around his ribcage, and give the miserable jerk a stupid goddamn hug.]
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[personal profile] vexant 2025-04-21 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
( quentin trails off, and the silence for a moment is enough to get julian's attention. because it's quentin. he doesn't do quiet. his brow ticks up but he's still only half paying attention to what's going on in real time versus going through every goddamn mistake he's made on the way to this exact moment while excusing a good two thirds of them because he did what he thought was right and there wasn't another way, what else was he supposed to do?

but, it's likely julian's own spiraling guilt, anger, resentment, depressed acceptance, that lets quentin get away with reading him without pissing off julian immediately, because he doesn't clock it. and it's being distracted that also lets quire grab onto him before julian can muster up a sour expression and shove him off. because by the time he gets there, his face is already being shoved down against quentin's shoulder and julian's leaning into him. he's breathing in slowly through his nose. closing his eyes for a minute. )


Fuck.

( everything sucks. it all hurts and it's never going to stop hurting and maybe, just maybe they - no, you know what? he's not thinking about it, he's not going to let himself get stuck on this bullshit right now, not while they're still here. aphaia isn't the place to lose his shit, especially when there's more than one person around here depending on him. he's just going to - give himself five seconds, maybe, to not have to hold it together. five seconds, that's it. of this before he shoves quire and tells him off for being so touchy and weird. )
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[personal profile] querulus 2025-04-21 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Success!

Quentin doesn't make any attempt to pat Keller on the back or pull him any closer or anything like that. He doesn't give him any lines about "I got you" or "it's gonna be okay" or "it's alright, you can trust me." Why bother? It'd be cheesy, stupid, and for Quentin would be utterly and painfully insincere. Quentin sucks at comforting people. He knows this about himself. There isn't much he can do to change that.

Fortunately, Julian also sucks at being comforted. Convenient!]


Just take the damn hug, dummy.

[His voice is a little muffled against Julian's shoulder, but it's audible enough. Telepathy is more likely to spook Keller, and the dude's already about to rattle out of his own skin as it is. But it's fine, because the tone, which is purposefully soft and holds about as much warmth as Quentin Quire is capable of producing without literally vomiting in his own mouth, is more important than the words.]

We both know you need this.

[At least he does Julian the favor of not explaining precisely what he means by "this". Because despite the "dumbass" comment (or the "bag of rocks" or all the times he's called the idiot an idiot, etc etc etc) Julian isn't in fact actually stupid. He's willfully obtuse at worst and stubborn as all get out. But Quentin would put money on Keller knowing exactly what he means. The only question is if he's smart enough to accept what he knows.]
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[personal profile] vexant 2025-04-21 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
( take the damn hug, quentin demands, and julian - well. he isn't fighting against it, even if he's not quite leaning into it just yet. because quentin isn't wrong: julian does need this. maybe not from quentin himself, but jesus. the last several days have been hectic, he's gone back and forth between fine and falling apart, except he doesn't have the freedom to just collapse into pieces in front of everyone else. that's always been part of his problem: julian can't fall apart around the people who rely on him, so he instead isolates himself from everyone who could lend a hand when he needs it so he can collapse without feeling like he's failing someone.

but while he's claimed quire as one of his own here, they - haven't been close. he wasn't holding onto him when they weren't sure if santo would come back the first time he collapsed into dust. he wasn't there during m-day, nor the funeral following, he didn't need someone to hold him up while the world was falling apart around them, so julian hasn't ever been that person for him. it's not like with cessily, or sooraya, noriko, josh, any of the others julian has taken under his wing at one point or another. he's just another asshole who is too powerful for his own good. )


I'll kill you if you ever say a damn word about this.

( it's an empty threat, and julian knows quentin'll pick that up easily enough. he sucks in another breath, lets it out with a shudder as his arms raise up to wrap tight around quentin. )
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[personal profile] querulus 2025-04-22 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Jesus, finally. Do you know how awkward it is to hug some asshole who's just standing there like a dead fish? Really fucking awkward. Like at least a 9.2/10 on the awkwardness scale. Now it's more like a 3.7/10, and that's mainly because Julian is a maladjusted, touch-starved, sorry sack of shit, and Quentin is... well, Quentin.

Also Julian's TK still buzzes in his ears like a fluorescent light bulb every time those prosthetic hands get near him, but whatever. He'll deal.]


Mm. Weird way of saying "thanks," but sure. You're welcome, buddy.

[So in other words, no worries about your dirty little secret, Julian. Really, though, who would Quentin even tell? And even if he did, he's pretty sure most people around would be more surprised about Quentin's side of this than Julian's. Every mutant he's encountered or sensed thus far either doesn't know him at all or knew him at his worst. Quentin Quire? Being supportive? Empathetic? Nice? Sounds fake.

And that? Is why this is important. He wasn't bullshitting when he said he was trying to be better. He is. Trying, at least. Succeeding? Ehhh. That whole "surrounded by people who knew him at his worst" thing has led to some... set-backs, shall we say. Some bad habits rearing their ugly heads, perhaps. Look. Progress is a journey, okay? The point is he's resilient, he's got a lot of gumption, and with his mutation he's more equipped to sponge other people's trauma than most. Quentin doesn't need much. You know, a smack in the head when he's being particularly imbecilic. A job to do to keep himself busy. Basic personal freedoms. External validation to fill the void of self-loathing in his black little heart. Snacks. The usual stuff. What Julian needs, on the other hand, is a damn friend who won't crumble into a million tiny pieces over every crisis. 

That said, now that Julian's cooperating, Quentin settles his chin on his shoulder and reaches out telepathically.]


/Don't freak out, I'm just eavesdropping a little. It's easier. Hide whatever you want, I don't care, but I'm, you know. Here./

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