nebulochaotic

[ It's been a long week between worrying about Richie and Bev, all the bullshit with the networks, and the whole...thing that happened with Sally that they're, he supposes, figuring out. Needless to say, Eddie's kind of looking forward to have a perfectly good excuse to get the Losers together and he's grateful that Stanley suggested it. ]

Hey guys, so...Richie and I are offering to host on Thursday. Who's doing what? I know Stan said he'd handle the bird and I said I'd do the desserts. What else? Also, if nobody minds, I think I'm going to extend an invitation to Sally and her roommates. She hosted us for taco night, after all.

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Hey Prim, I just wanted to check...do you have somewhere to go for Thanksgiving? Let me know, if not, okay?

rumores

text, locked to Hargreeves, Prim, Remus, Sirius;

I know celebrating Thanksgiving may seem stupid, but Remus and I are going to be making dinner on Thursday. We’ll be at his apartment, so if you’re free and want to partake, swing by. It’s nothing traditional, and honestly it’s more of a ‘let’s share a meal and hang out’ situation, but figured it’d be nice if we did something together.

wonafight

I thought of something I want to do to you tonight.

imprudency

[ When the video turns on, Klaus appears, looking dazed with wide, pale eyes and a paler face. It's early, judging by the warm glow of the sun in the window behind him. He's sitting in what appears to be an empty apartment, void of all personal touches, save for the two dogs one might see prancing around in the frame.

He wrings his hands back and forth and sucks in a slow, shaky breath, before he continues. ]

Well.

For those of you who know my esteemed sister, Allison, I regret to inform you that as of this morning the portals have decided to up, up, and away with her. Just like that. Poof. [ He laughs a little, though it's mirthless, and bubbles out around a frown. ]

Maybe we'll get lucky, maybe she'll come back, as this seems to be the Hargreeves curse. God, this place...

[ He looks away from the camera, and if someone looks closely enough, they might see his eyes are a little puffy, red-rimmed. He sniffs once before he looks back at the camera. He can feel the urge to scream, feel the panic climbing up the back of his throat but he swallows around that lump instead and continues. ]

I'll be at the gym tonight at seven. I promised her I'd help with the search parties today anyway and God knows she'll kick my ass into next week if she comes back and the family loser has gone and dropped the ball. I'll be there every evening. We'll get ourselves organized at seven and keep searching until everyone reported missing makes it home safe. [ He has to do it for her. ]

If you have questions, give me a few, won't you? Hugs and kisses, et cetera...

[ He reaches for his cigarettes with trembling hands, pulling one from the practically empty pack and lighting one up before his video switches to a private feed. ] Seven, sharp.

Locked to: Hargreeves family, Prim, Tony Stark, Sirius Black, Lydia Martin, Derek Hale

Could someone watch the dogs? I'm supposed to work for a few hours. Yippee. [ He lets out a breath and scrubs a hand over his face. He looks like he hasn't slept. ]

She said she was going to take today off, so I was going to head up the search to give her a break. I just saw her last night. We walked home together for Christ's sakes. That was literal hours ago. Hours.

[ The frustration shows in the wrinkled brow, the fingers pulling back through his hair, the beginnings of dark circles under his eyes. When he speaks again, his voice wavers. Beside him on the couch sit two little dolls on their sides, hand made and in perfect condition. One Allison bought, one he bought. ]

But she's gone. Really gone. Damn it.

solipsistically

[ His expression is mostly drawn, thoughtful, and grouchy as per usual. ]

I think once Klaus is back in one piece, we should probably start some private family training. Prim, I'd like you to come and if you don't feel comfortable joining, at least maybe you can pick up a few things that might help in a pinch just by watching.

I know we already talked about it a little, Klaus, but I might as well put it out there to the group. Some of us are rusty. Some of us have a lot to learn. Either way, people are going missing at a pretty uncomfortable rate, according to the local paper, and when you add that to the attacks on Supers?

Out of all of us, I'm probably the last one interested in picking up Dad's training to restart the Academy and go out and play superheroes, but it sure as shit wouldn't hurt to at least brush up on the skills. And...if I'm being entirely honest, maybe it wouldn't kill us to try to help find some of the missing locals. There are kids being hit with whatever the hell is happening. A nine-year-old girl isn't the one hurting Supers, but one is among the missing. I don't care about the Academy but...I've got enough blood on my hands. Maybe helping a little bit might wash some of that off.

[ His brow creases a little and he frowns, then looks away briefly before looking back at the camera, shrugging, and sighing. ]

I don't know. Either way, we should train. When are you all free?

littleducktails

[Prim's eyes are redrimmed, teary, and her cheeks are still wet. And a smuch as she understands that she should probably try and be strong for Five's siblings in this instance she still can't help but feel her own heart heavy in her chest. She can't help but feel her own emotions.

Five is gone. And the words still feel heavy in her mind, but she's looked everywhere. He'd never just disappear without telling her where he is. He'd never leave her worried for him and alone.

Sniffling, Prim swipes at her eyes to brush away the tears.]

I'm sorry...but Five's gone. I l-looked everwhere for him and he's just not here.

[Prim looks at the camera sadly, feeling even worse speaking the words out loud. She looks as rough, as wrung out and drained as she feels.]

He would have left a note or told me if he were going somewhere, but he's just....gone. I'm sorry.

[Prim cuts the camera off, both embarrassed and too emotional to do much else.]

Text; (PUBLIC)

I'm sorry for posting it like this, but for anybody who knows Five and is his friend he's gone. I've looked everywhere and I'm sure.

[Prim can't really muster much more - this much is hard, so she just leaves it at that, despite the fact that the part of her that isn't hurting feels like she should say or do more to be helpful for the other people going through this losss. But she's feeling it too much herself at the moment.]

imprudency

WHO: Klaus, Allison, Five & Prim
WHAT: the first ever weekly meet-up
WHEN: 8/20
WHERE: Five & Prim's apartment
WARNINGS/NOTES: ye olde Hargreeves warning: possible talk of substance abuse, bad childhood trauma, angst though hopefully none of that.

( Read more... )

riskanalyst

(( threadjacking is okay! anyone who wants to see this can, but specifically would like to aim it to Primrose Everdeen and Scott McCall ))

Eddie finally stands up to his mother.

littleducktails

[Open to any and everyone if you want. Warnings - violence, gore, death. Threadjacking totally fine.]

Excerpt from MockingJay & written piece from Prim's point of view.

riskanalyst

(( cw: character death, blood, gore, strobe-like lighting, nsfw language; any character who wants to see the memory can see it.

Threadjacking is okay in this post.

NOTE: I've left a few seconds worth of stuff in the beginning of the scene tacked on even though Eddie can't see that stuff - he can only see what's going on from the time he appears on-screen. He could hear it, though, so I left it in place. In that section, he was likely trying to get back to the other Losers where all the action is, so use your imagination. ))

Eddie Kaspbrak almost kicks ass

tattering

❪ the video begins awkwardly. someone, obviously, fiddling around with things without really paying attention as a voice speaks but the only picture is of someone's feet and stairs― ❫

Yeah, thanks but no thanks. I could probably use the walk.

❪ it's only then that a face finally comes to match the voice as grace flops onto the steps outside of the government building. someone has clearly seen better days given the grime and blood that literally cakes her face and her clothes. which is that... a wedding dress or, rather, what's left of a wedding dress. either way, she looks thoroughly unimpressed. ❫

I have a lot of questions, I'm sure. ❪ she dips her head, fiddling around with something on her lap and sighs as she brings a cigarette to her lips. ❫ But the number one, most important one right now? Anyone have a light?

littleducktails

[Prim's got large mug of tea as she moves to take a seat, still she gives a bit of a wave as the video begins.]

I've noticed that I'm not seeing as many small children around the apartments, or even on here anymore, and I just wanted to check and see if anybody knows of any that are still around or if people who were made small all seem to be back to normal now?

And, honestly, how everyone is doing after all of that.

[She has a couple of people she wants to check on in particular, but she is concerned about everyone after, well, everything.]

Lydia.

How are you doing, Lydia?

[She can't quite help the concerned face that she gives thinking back to the anonymous post.]

Eddie.

Hi....how are you doing?

[She's tentative as she waves and then sips her tea, hoping she's going to hear back from an adult and not boy her own age.]

chaosfollowsme

[Fiona comes on the video and she's smiling, in a welcoming, friendly kinda way. She knows a bunch of these kids are scared, and just need someone to take care of 'em. So she's gonna offer to be that person, if any of them wanna take her up on it.]

Hey, it's time for a kid headcount, y'all. How many we got? If you're under eight-teen, you count. So sound off for me, yeah?

[Filter to 18+]
And how many adult-shaped folks we got? Anyone got any of these kids under their care? We oughtta work somethin' out, man. They don't need to all be runnin' around like they own the place. 'Specially the real young ones. If necessary, I can handle at least 5 or 6 kids, been doin' it since I was fourteen.

prodigiously

( She's been patient, or at least, she likes to think she has been. It's been several days and she's still in this weird place with these people she doesn't know and she's trying to play it off like she's not terrified that her face is going to be on Missing Persons posters all over Beacon Hills by the time she gets back and, if she's right, she's liable to be grounded until graduation day.

Lydia sort of assumes that this bracelet is a tracking device more than anything else and, if that's the case, it's being monitored by whoever is doing this, so there. She'll make sure she both humanizes herself to them and gives a slightly less than gentle reminder that it's in their benefit to let her — and any others — go now. )

Okay, so, this has been fun and all, but I think it's time for you to let us go. You don't need me. I'm just a fourteen-year-old girl. My parents aren't rich. I like—

( She pauses for a second nearly admitting to liking science and reading. )

watching lacrosse games, shopping, and trying new things with makeup. I'm not that interesting and there's nothing you can gain from keeping me. In fact, you're losing money by giving me a place to stay and money to put toward food and whatever else.

( Another pause when she realizes that might sound too smart. Her voice changes slightly and she gives a little shrug and dazed sort of expression like she couldn't possibly know if that's right and it's just a silly guess. )

I mean, aren't you?

( Another little shrug. )

Anyway, I know I'm not the only one, but I think you should know that my dad has a lot of connections in the legal world and you're so getting sued if this goes on much longer, and not just on my behalf. If you let us go sooner, though, I could probably sweet talk Daddy into letting it go, you know? Just saying.

solipsistically

WHO: 13yr old Number Five & YOU
WHAT: Shenanigans. De-aging plot.
WHEN: March 29-June 11
WHERE: Various
WARNINGS: Blanket Hargreeves warnings for potential language, mentions of drugs, alcohol, child abuse, plus bonus apocalyptic-wasteland trauma and mental health warnings.

fromqueens

WHO: Peter Parker & Prim Everdeen
WHAT: Prim's surprise birthday party
WHEN: Evening of May 11th
WHERE: Eglaf government apts, recreation room
WARNINGS: Excessive cuteness?

( This is life before you know who you're going to be, at fifteen. )

villaindujour

IC ANON MEME

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1. Post your character for anon thoughts on them.
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nebulochaoticmod

WHO: OTA
WHAT: Eglaf Annual Earth Day Extravaganza
WHEN: Friday, April 17, 2020 - Sunday, April 19, 2020
WHERE: All over Historical Downtown Eglaf
WARNINGS: The whole premise of Friday's event is dub-con, so...you know. There's that. If you feel your thread should have content warnings on it, please say so in the soonest possible comment subject line.

Don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you've got til it's gone?

riskanalyst

[ Eddie's looking a little worse for the wear. One would think that being given a new lease on life would be something to get especially excited about, but between the fact that he's still not entirely convinced that this is real, that he remembers his death — and who the hell wouldn't need a few damn...days? weeks? to process that? — and the fact that the government saw fit to house him and some other random 30-something with a surly teenage girl — who decided that was an appropriate arrangement for the kid? — it's...been tough for Eddie to appreciate it the way he thinks he should.

So, don't mind the semi-dark circles under his eyes or yesterday's five o'clock shadow getting a little on the heavy side. Or, you know, the shallow, stout class filled with an inch of amber liquid just off to the side that'll come into view if he moves his arm just right.

Look, if what he's read in the information packet is real, then this is probably not the strangest question he could be asking, so fuck it. Yeah. Fuck it. It'd be preferable if Big Ben didn't have to see him like this but whatever. They've seen each other at probably their worst, if one's worst is their weakest, most terrified selves. So what's one more uncomfortable memory to share between friends, right? ]

I don't mean to be the Debbie Downer over here, but...a lot of you seem to be taking this really well and while I'd love to have what you're all having, I can't get past the whole...

[ holding my insides in one minute and being untouched and on, apparently, a whole damn new Earth the next... ]

Uh, dying...thing. Is that...am I the only one who...I mean, I definitely, uh, I definitely, definitely bit it hard back home. I remember that. I know that happened. And now I'm fine, and it's...uh, disorienting?

[ He looks away from the camera — almost as though he's forgotten that just because he's not looking at it doesn't mean that it's not looking at him — long enough to take a drink and mutter to himself quietly. ]

Can't believe I'm actually fucking asking this.

[ Eddie looks back the camera, takes a deep breath, and sighs in a quick huff, like he's pysching himself up a little.. ]

Does anybody else remember dying before they got here? Or is that just me?

[ Or is that just me going crazy? You're going crazy, Eds. ...Eddie. You're losing it. ]

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