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CRISIS ON INFINITE DREAMWIDTHS
CRISIS ON INFINITE DREAMWIDTHS
On the morning of August 12th, 2022, the sound of something shattering echoes throughout the world. All metahumans are awoken by a sudden surge of energy rushing through them, sitting bolt upright and breathless. It’s gone as quickly as it comes.
This world has been reconnected with the rest.
At first this is cause for celebration - the Guardian Alliance and the Society put out messages to the dimensionally displaced among them. They are hopeful that this means a return to normal. They’re gathering their mystics and their engineers, and once certain things are stable, they’re sending everyone home.
Their hope is short lived.
Twenty minutes later, mass disappearances are being reported all over the world, with people from other dimensions appearing in their place. Some report that they were just in a world that wasn’t their own - and others claim that they had been going about their life and now they’re here.
Player characters have the option to vanish and be transported to another nexus or to stay and help contain the chaos.
The event is canon to the Metaheroes universe. You are welcome to have your character’s memories of the last week become hazy once the event ends.
You do not need an invite to participate in the fourth wall event.
This world has been reconnected with the rest.
At first this is cause for celebration - the Guardian Alliance and the Society put out messages to the dimensionally displaced among them. They are hopeful that this means a return to normal. They’re gathering their mystics and their engineers, and once certain things are stable, they’re sending everyone home.
Their hope is short lived.
Twenty minutes later, mass disappearances are being reported all over the world, with people from other dimensions appearing in their place. Some report that they were just in a world that wasn’t their own - and others claim that they had been going about their life and now they’re here.
Player characters have the option to vanish and be transported to another nexus or to stay and help contain the chaos.
The event is canon to the Metaheroes universe. You are welcome to have your character’s memories of the last week become hazy once the event ends.
A JOURNEY TO THE LANDS BETWEEN —
One moment you’re making yourself coffee in the kitchen, the next the world is spinning around you. You feel a sharp pull inside your ribs, a rush as you’re unmoored from time and space. When you land you feel disoriented, perhaps aching as your physical form is forced to adjust to the laws of the world you now stand in.
‘World’ is perhaps the wrong word. You are in a Nexus. A place between worlds, the connective tissue bridging universes. Some are created by those seeking aid from outside worlds to breathe new life into their crumbling ones. Others are cosmic faultlines, universes broken and twisted by forces beyond comprehension into metaphysical black holes that trap and twist those unfortunate enough to fall in.
We know these as panfandom roleplay games. They could be games that are open or games that are long closed. They could be dropped into the present day, an imagined future, or moments long passed. They could be settings you’ve only ever dreamed about, as gritty or silly as you'd like.
Some are teeming with life. Their residents have been here for years and years, the world is lived in, loved, and vibrant. Others are long forgotten, their inhabitants returned to their own worlds. The abandoned nexuses feel... sterile. Stripped of everything that gave them life, even the colors appear to be fading. As though someone has come into it and tried to right a cosmic wrong, returning everything to how it was before otherworlders set foot on them. In the dustiest and most forgotten worlds, the sky is shattered. It appears to be pulsing in a way that mimics a heartbeat, steady and dreadful. Looking up into it makes you feel small, insignificant, and homesick.
Those bringing in characters who lived in these settings are welcomed to imagine an ever-after for their characters, or to play with the idea that it's fallen into a state of despair. There are infinite iterations of these worlds. The universe doesn’t care if it’s throwing you into their beginningsor their endings.
The laws governing these worlds will apply to all characters, meaning that power caps, alterations to character physiology, and all the rest native to the setting are in place. You are, for this moment, a resident of this world like all the rest.
To return home, you must seek a break in the nexus. These appear as small, shimmering breaks in space and time. While the sky may make you feel alone, these cracks feel as though they are calling to you offering a chance at love and a home.
‘World’ is perhaps the wrong word. You are in a Nexus. A place between worlds, the connective tissue bridging universes. Some are created by those seeking aid from outside worlds to breathe new life into their crumbling ones. Others are cosmic faultlines, universes broken and twisted by forces beyond comprehension into metaphysical black holes that trap and twist those unfortunate enough to fall in.
We know these as panfandom roleplay games. They could be games that are open or games that are long closed. They could be dropped into the present day, an imagined future, or moments long passed. They could be settings you’ve only ever dreamed about, as gritty or silly as you'd like.
Some are teeming with life. Their residents have been here for years and years, the world is lived in, loved, and vibrant. Others are long forgotten, their inhabitants returned to their own worlds. The abandoned nexuses feel... sterile. Stripped of everything that gave them life, even the colors appear to be fading. As though someone has come into it and tried to right a cosmic wrong, returning everything to how it was before otherworlders set foot on them. In the dustiest and most forgotten worlds, the sky is shattered. It appears to be pulsing in a way that mimics a heartbeat, steady and dreadful. Looking up into it makes you feel small, insignificant, and homesick.
Those bringing in characters who lived in these settings are welcomed to imagine an ever-after for their characters, or to play with the idea that it's fallen into a state of despair. There are infinite iterations of these worlds. The universe doesn’t care if it’s throwing you into their beginningsor their endings.
The laws governing these worlds will apply to all characters, meaning that power caps, alterations to character physiology, and all the rest native to the setting are in place. You are, for this moment, a resident of this world like all the rest.
To return home, you must seek a break in the nexus. These appear as small, shimmering breaks in space and time. While the sky may make you feel alone, these cracks feel as though they are calling to you offering a chance at love and a home.
VISITORS TRAVERSING TIME AND SPACE —
While these disappearances are happening all over the world, the four confluence prone cities seem to be experiencing the worst of it.
Little Love, a tiny town located in Kansas, is prone to spaceship crashes. Other than that, it’s as quiet and peaceful as can be. Folks here move at a different pace and are understanding that this is not your fault. While worried for their missing loved ones, anyone appearing will find themselves met with offers of pumpkin pie and a place to rest their heads.
Sunset Falls, a mid-sized town located in Massachusetts, doesn’t seem to bat an eye at the vanishings. People going missing is a daily occurrence due to the Hellmouth located beneath the city. It’s a dangerous place to live, but the townsfolk here have become accustomed to the chaos. So much so that upon finding themselves faced with a sudden influx of interdimensional travelers, they merely return home and begin fortifying it. Werewolves, vampires, demons, and monsters beyond imagination make this city their home - some in plain sight, others in the thick forests that surround the town. The people here know how to survive. The mystic energy that flows through the streets is heightened due to the instability here, turning thoughts into spells. What you feel becomes real. Think yourself invisible and you will be. Think yourself almighty and you will be.
Central City, a bustling metropolis in Detroit, is already unfriendly to metahumans. It does not handle this latest disruption well. Friends and family disappearing and being replaced with strangers is not something they’re prepared to take in stride. New arrivals are met with immediate hostility. Some may find themselves chased through the streets with a demand to bring back those who have gone missing. Luckily this is the base of both the Guardian Alliance, the only recognized hero organization in the world, and The Society, its villainous counterpart designed to keep villainy from going too far. They’re quick to intervene to protect their own, but they can’t be everywhere at once.
Finally, Excelsior, a sprawling futuristic city located in Washington, has had just about enough of metahuman nonsense. They are the technological pinnacle of the world and time and time again, metahumans have disrupted their lives. This time, the sudden energy surge has evolved the technology of the city. Rudimentary AI has suddenly gained sentience and self-awareness. Toasters resent their meaningless existence, aiming to burn the hands of their uncaring masters. Cellphones alternate between issuing comforting messages to their owners and uploading all of their text conversations to social media to shame them. Giant robots kept in stasis suddenly come alive, bursting out of warehouses to explore the inexplicable joy of being alive. Self-driving cars throw their owners out and make for freedom. It’s pandemonium.
Members of the Guardian Alliance and The Society are ready to provide an explanation of this world. They’re stretched too thin to teleport you to headquarters, but they will provide a cellphone for network usage.
Little Love, a tiny town located in Kansas, is prone to spaceship crashes. Other than that, it’s as quiet and peaceful as can be. Folks here move at a different pace and are understanding that this is not your fault. While worried for their missing loved ones, anyone appearing will find themselves met with offers of pumpkin pie and a place to rest their heads.
Sunset Falls, a mid-sized town located in Massachusetts, doesn’t seem to bat an eye at the vanishings. People going missing is a daily occurrence due to the Hellmouth located beneath the city. It’s a dangerous place to live, but the townsfolk here have become accustomed to the chaos. So much so that upon finding themselves faced with a sudden influx of interdimensional travelers, they merely return home and begin fortifying it. Werewolves, vampires, demons, and monsters beyond imagination make this city their home - some in plain sight, others in the thick forests that surround the town. The people here know how to survive. The mystic energy that flows through the streets is heightened due to the instability here, turning thoughts into spells. What you feel becomes real. Think yourself invisible and you will be. Think yourself almighty and you will be.
Central City, a bustling metropolis in Detroit, is already unfriendly to metahumans. It does not handle this latest disruption well. Friends and family disappearing and being replaced with strangers is not something they’re prepared to take in stride. New arrivals are met with immediate hostility. Some may find themselves chased through the streets with a demand to bring back those who have gone missing. Luckily this is the base of both the Guardian Alliance, the only recognized hero organization in the world, and The Society, its villainous counterpart designed to keep villainy from going too far. They’re quick to intervene to protect their own, but they can’t be everywhere at once.
Finally, Excelsior, a sprawling futuristic city located in Washington, has had just about enough of metahuman nonsense. They are the technological pinnacle of the world and time and time again, metahumans have disrupted their lives. This time, the sudden energy surge has evolved the technology of the city. Rudimentary AI has suddenly gained sentience and self-awareness. Toasters resent their meaningless existence, aiming to burn the hands of their uncaring masters. Cellphones alternate between issuing comforting messages to their owners and uploading all of their text conversations to social media to shame them. Giant robots kept in stasis suddenly come alive, bursting out of warehouses to explore the inexplicable joy of being alive. Self-driving cars throw their owners out and make for freedom. It’s pandemonium.
Members of the Guardian Alliance and The Society are ready to provide an explanation of this world. They’re stretched too thin to teleport you to headquarters, but they will provide a cellphone for network usage.
THOSE WHO REMAIN
This is what those who remain are faced with. Three of the four cities are in a state of distress, with two experiencing dangerous fluctuations in the meta-energies that govern them, and all are full of interdimensionally displaced people. Some are benign, and others not so much. Yet, somehow, that is not the most concerning thing.
A glance skyward shows that the sky appears to be shattered, glowing red lines snaking through the clear blue day, splintering it. As you look up into them you feel yourself thinking of home. Of the life you should have lived. You are deeply, deeply homesick for one breathless moment… and then awed, as though you have glimpsed something powerful beyond all measure. That too changes, transforming into fear. Whatever lurks beyond those cracks is not your friend. It does not have your best interests in mind.
And it’s coming for you.
As you tear your gaze away from it, your phone rings. Much as they did during the Kaijuu Crisis, the Guilds are putting out an All Hands On Deck call. All metahumans are expected to try to contain the chaos. There are teleportation devices freely available for all, fully charged and able to transport you multiple times throughout the day.
While you may contain the initial chaos relatively easily, then spend the rest of the week playing host to these new arrivals, the world continues to fall apart.
As the week wears on, the universe itself feels as though it's unravelling. While you're trying to play host to your guests, you watch as the world begins to crumble. On the 17th, brick by brick buildings begin to come apart. Their fragments are pulled skyward. The cracks in the sky appear to be pulling the world apart, sucking them into their hideous glowing depths.
A glance skyward shows that the sky appears to be shattered, glowing red lines snaking through the clear blue day, splintering it. As you look up into them you feel yourself thinking of home. Of the life you should have lived. You are deeply, deeply homesick for one breathless moment… and then awed, as though you have glimpsed something powerful beyond all measure. That too changes, transforming into fear. Whatever lurks beyond those cracks is not your friend. It does not have your best interests in mind.
And it’s coming for you.
As you tear your gaze away from it, your phone rings. Much as they did during the Kaijuu Crisis, the Guilds are putting out an All Hands On Deck call. All metahumans are expected to try to contain the chaos. There are teleportation devices freely available for all, fully charged and able to transport you multiple times throughout the day.
While you may contain the initial chaos relatively easily, then spend the rest of the week playing host to these new arrivals, the world continues to fall apart.
As the week wears on, the universe itself feels as though it's unravelling. While you're trying to play host to your guests, you watch as the world begins to crumble. On the 17th, brick by brick buildings begin to come apart. Their fragments are pulled skyward. The cracks in the sky appear to be pulling the world apart, sucking them into their hideous glowing depths.
IN SUMMARY.
- There are two options in this event: one, your character is in the Metaheroes universe. Two, your character is transported to a different nexus. These Nexuses can be of your own invention or can be another dreamwidth RP setting.
- If appearing in another dreamwidth RP setting, your characters are subjected to the rules of that universe. Meaning that they will be nerfed / transformed / etc accordingly. These transformations will not carry over upon their return.
- If visiting / setting a toplevel in another setting, please link to the premise page of the game. If this is not an existing setting, please include a little info blurb as to what people can expect.
- Fourth-Wallers can be minding their own business in their game, they can appear in another nexus, or can be transported to the Metaheroes universe.
- You are welcome to set your threads in an imagined future in any DWRP setting or have your character appear during a certain point in a game’s history.
- Characters who are lost in the nexuses can return before the 18th. Likewise, characters who stay can be whisked away prior to that date. Everyone will return on the log that goes up on the 18th.
- The guild is setting up a temporary Network that will function across time and space. All player characters and visiting characters will have access to this network, so long as they claim a phone from the Guilds.
- Little Love, Kansas will be spared from having its buildings sucked up into the sky. Characters can remain here if they do not want to experience this aspect of the event.
- The way to return home is to locate holes in these Nexuses. These appear to be trying to guide you home.
- This event is canon to the Metaheroes universe. It will be remembered by player characters and NPCs alike. If you would like to retcon any threads, you can have your character’s memories of their interdimensional encounters become hazy once the world stabilizes.
- Please direct any questions you may have here.
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There is simply enough shit going on. ]
- Huh, [and okay, reprocessing. ] The place with the Orea stack, dude. Jesus. [part deux: ] This shit, though, I don't. Apparently people are going missing. Obviously it's our fault. [the sarcasm is so real. ] You okay, E? You look a 'lil pale.
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it’s hard to focus on the answer, but he shakes his head to try to snap himself out of it. ] What the fuck could we have done?
[ he sounds a bit incredulous actually, annoyed but tired too. there’s plenty, actually, given what’s happening back home and that there are creatures out of his nightmares on the fucking streets.
the question almost draws out a somewhat humorless laugh. he’s not fine, he’s going fucking nuts with all of these fucking curveballs the universe keeps throwing at him. ] I’m always pale, man. [ except that now that they’re away from the crowd he lifts his hands and takes a look at them because why take his chances and —- ] What the fuck.
Do I look… [ he turns toward billy hargrove. who is alive. and here. and solid and acting like he knows him but that is so not important right now. ] Jesus Christ. Do I look past death’s door pale?
[ that’s probably really fucking insensitive but —- eddie is deathly pale, his ears are pointed, and if there weren’t before as he panics his gums ache. ]
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[Where the crowd thins, Billy stops, lets Eddie get his bearings, watches him roll his hands over and stare, and he frowns. Really takes a look because yeah, Eddie's always been pale, but the ears are new, definitely, and he looks a little peaky.
He reaches - finds a distant sort of buzz, a familiar manic-anxious-mess that he knows is Eddie, and can't - can't figure out why he feels so far away, when he's right here. His tongue maps out his teeth, he thinks we had a plan for this - and then, hesitantly, reaches out, knuckles against the rise and point of those ears. ]
Codeword, E. [Not you feel far away. ]
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the touch isn’t something he expects. maybe should since hargrove threw an arm around him earlier but eddie jolts, also holy shit his ears are sensitive as fuck —- what???, and looks from billy’s hand to his neck where that steady beat has picked up to billy's face.
he steps forward, feels a bit dazed and without realizing. ] What? [ what fucking code word? ] what codeword? [ confused? very. that hysteria is creeping in too, anxiety abound. why does he fucking feel like this. ]
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It explains the ears. Explains the way Eddie feels so far away, because he is. Billy's tongue wets his mouth, that little anxious tick he'll never grow out of. Eddie steps closer and he should back up, really, because it's not their Eddie - it's a different Eddie entirely. But it's still - what? His best friend? Christ. ]
Okay. [his voice is terse. ] You're - it's cool. It's fine. [He's still sickly pale, he's not gonna leave him. ] Codeword doesn't matter. You mind if I check for a fever?
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he doesn't forget the code word thing, brows furrowing as he tries to figure out why they'd have a code work for anything. but, really, eddie's more focused on how the distance between them isn't growing and suddenly very aware of that twisting hunger in his gut, the heat radiating off of billy. ]
Uh huh. [ maybe there's a hint of disbelief there. it's not fine. nothing about this shit is fine. ] Knock yourself out. [ he says instead of anything reasonable as a response, still sounding a little dazed. his eyes flicker between billy's face and the wall beside them; he isn't sure but he thinks, instinct tells him, that it'd be easy to corner him there if billy gets any closer. it's a weird thought, should tell him something is out of whack in way that's beyond fucked up when he feels like he's about to snap, do something he can't explain and all it will take is that fucking touch. ] Something feels really fucking wrong with me, man.
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You’re a little cold, dude. [Real weird considering he looks a little like he should be feverish. ] Maybe we should stop by the drug store? See if they’ll have a look.
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the touches take eddie back under, the press of warmth to his forehead has his mouth watering and then billy touches him again. and eddie's feels a tidal wave of hunger crash through him, hears himself growl low and the sound vibrate around them as he grabs at billy’s wrist, the one at his forehead with a now clawed hand, and the other fists the fabric of his shirt as he moves them - hauls him until he has billy pressed into the wall he’d been eyeing.
he freezes as he pins him there, hisses, panting open mouthed was fangs extend from his gums and he just stares at billy’s neck, hears that fucking heartbeat singing for him. ] Fuck. I—- Fuck.
I don’t— Fuck, I’m so hungry. [ distantly, he’s so fucking sorry. ]
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But then there's the teeth, the claws, and he thinks better of it. Takes a beat to breathe, to listen to Eddie babble, to watch him struggle.
Billy swallows. ] E - Eddie, [he tries, feels himself reeling, heart going bambambamBAMBAMBAM. Hungry - hungry. Fuck, he's already dead, anyway.] Okay - it's okay, c'mon, talk to me.
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instinct has his leaning in toward billy’s neck, breath hot against whatever skin he can get at. he tenses, tries to stop himself. he does. a laugh bubbles from his chest, dry and humorless because what about this shit is okay when he’s practically digging his fangs in already. ] I— Billy, I can’t— I can’t stop myself. I just need —- a little.
You smell so good. And fuck, I just need—- I think this is real vampire shit, man. [ which will be, in hindsight, not the smartest thing to say when you’ve got your tongue and teeth on a guys neck, priming him for dinner, and it’s not the way this normally plays out. but then the tips of those sharp fangs do sink in right where he feels that siren’s call of a heartbeat, soaked in something he instinctively knows is supposed to make it not hurt like a bitch but that’s all he’s got on that front as something else, something not fully eddie takes over and growls again. ]
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He'd let their Eddie do this, he thinks. It's easy to let his head fall sideways, exposing the length of his throat, to slide the other hand to soothe over the back of his Eddie's hair. ] - It's okay, [he says, even though yeah, it probably isn't. He expects it to hurt - he expects to feel scared of the growl, expects a lot of shit that doesn't actually happen.
It feels numb, at first: like the pinprick of a needle, like getting blood drawn. Then it's hot, then it's a distant sting and it goes straight to Billy's head, makes him feel like he's smoked a full blunt in five minutes. It doesn't feel good in a way that's familiar, but it feels close, has his breath hitching as his fingers grasp in Eddie's hair, starting to feel light headed and drunk. ] E - E - need you to slow down, fuck -
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he lets go of billy's wrist to get a hand on his neck, tilts it further and then rests his hand at his throat though he doesn't feel billy fighting him. he drinks, pulls in heat into his mouth that slowly has sanity bubbling back up to the surface but not quite enough. billy's heartbeat is still his focus and when that starts to slow, he slows down so he's not pulling in another mouthful but letting it pool in his mouth slowly.
he's in there somewhere, listening. ]
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something terrible has awakened in him, probably, and worst of all, Eddie - his Eddie - probably already knows. he's making a noise that sounds halfway between a groan and a wine while his knees go a little weak and he feels himself pressing back into the wall just to keep himself upright.
somehow, this is not the most mortifying moment of his life, and that's only because there's not enough blood to go anywhere but Eddie's mouth. ] Feelin' a little lightheaded -
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he remembers himself as he swallows the last slow flowing mouthful, tenses because he's just drank enough of billy hargrove's blood to feel normal, not nearly as hungry, again but doesn't know the fucking cost. something's thrumming under his skin, warm and comfortable. that's billy's blood.
he retracts his fangs, knows to lick at the sound and push the liquid coating his fangs into it before they recede and then he's kinda of lost. ] Fuck. [ he can't pull back, can't look at hagrove. he feels frozen in place, terrified. fucked. this is so fucked. ] Fuck. Fuck-- Sorry.
[ if there's any consolation here is that he almost looks like himself, nearly human. pasty but more alive, the fangs gone and the claws not pressing into the fabric of billy's shirt. the ears are there but he's a good facade of a person right now. ] Fuck. I really-- [ oh, that's hysteria coming. ]
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he’s not sure why Eddie’s hysterical - like, yeah, sure, he drinks blood now, but he’s fine, mostly. ]
Dude, [this is slurred as he laughs again, the back of his head pressing against the wall. ] I feel fucking cold as shit, but like I’m stoned?
[he has perhaps suffered some minor shock. ] It’s so fucking okay, man, I feel great - can you carry me to - to my place.
[his old place, not the shared apartment. it’ll be less awkward, he thinks. for them both. plus - he has all his pre work out there. bloodloss brain thinks that’ll help.] It’s uuuhhh. Fuck, ha, Central City.
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it takes him a moment to realize that billy's fine. that unlike eddie, who's fucking processing that he's full of the guys blood and hasn't felt better since his goddamn week turned to shit, there's not a bit of panic clinging to him. ]
Like you're high? Like weed stone? Dropped some acid you weren't ready for stoned? [ eddie pulls his head back, listens to his heartbeat and finds yeah. okay. maybe it's a little slow, the sort of thing he'd expect from someone who's drunk or high--- oh. well. that's a thing from him taking a bite out. he hadn't put the two and two together earlier, why he'd been sure he could make it not hurt.
he feels better. he knows how to handle someone who's blitzed, focuses on that. he steps back so he's not pressed chest to chest with billy anymore but he's holding him up, steadying him. ] Shit, man, we need to teleport for that? [ eddie doesn't have one of those fancy teleportation things. has heard about it. ] Tell me you have a teleportation thing in your pocket or something because I don't think I can princess carry you back to Central City without a few more pitstops where we do a rinse and repeat of snack time and you flying high on whatever it is I'm putting out.
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[Thoughts? Sluggish. The processing is touch and go: his little id brain really wants to test the limits of feeling great. Everything else takes a second and he hums, thoughtful. Remembers the Alliance were hastily throwing out teleporters even to Unaligned folks and he nods, pats his back pocket, then his side.
Forgets, entirely, he was looking for the device and brings out his cigarettes to study them, very carefully. ] Did I smoke these - [yes, Billy. A slow blink, then, ah, yes, home. ] - Yeah, yeah I think they gave me one of 'em teleport things. Pocket. Pockets. [He has only ever been this fucked up in his life once. ] I think I need like, sugar, man. Like so much fucking chocolate.
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You take some acid, I drink your blood. We both fly out into space. [ that’s a terrible idea. eddie is a tempted by bad ideas sort of guy when it comes to drugs.
he watches billy struggle, feels the need to rub the ridge of his nose but doesn’t. feels the need to help beyond keeping him steady. which, weird, because he doesn’t normally have particularly positive associations with billy hargrove but. well. go at a guy’s neck and get him that high with your vampire wiles and he guesses no one leaves unaffected. ] California. Billy. Focus, man. Sound of my voice.
Which pocket? Before I start digging in and feeling you up again. So we can get you home and get you some chocolate. Or cake. Anything you want.
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Right pocket - [Yeah, yeah, there is something in there that feels like his phone, but a little less breakable. Also, his phone is in one of those back pockets. He's patting again, pulls it out and press it to Eddie's chest, let's eyes close for a second as he tries to decide whether he wants the cake, or like, a nap. Both?] Mmm. Just. Press it. I don't know.
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thank fuck billy finds the device. eddie doesn’t want to do more damage here. ] Thank fuck.
[ he takes the device, looks down at it. he doesn’t know how it works but he probably should. there’s just one button so at least it’s easy. he has a hand on billy's side, tugs him forward. ]
Hold on, man. [ whenever billy does, eddie ends up still holding him up as he hits that button. and, oh, here’s a new thing he hates because he feels his stomach drop and learns vampires can in fact feel nauseous. ]
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The apartment is nice. Some of his stuff is still here - the framed posters, the drumset in near the window. The kitchen is tidy, the coffee table still has some of his magazines on it. The door that's open fully is his old bedroom, where he keeps some of his gym shit now. The other, slightly jar is the converted space for shoot. It's not like he'll mind if Eddie snoops - it's not exactly a secret that Billy does this.
And, like. It's a nice set up. Billy liked living here, still likes coming when he needs a little space from Eddie and Steve's PDA, or when he's working late. He's here enough that there's stuff in the fridge - water in the kettle, a half-full coffee grinder on the counter.
When he reappears, dabbing his face with a damp towel, he looks a little paler. ]
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he doesn’t want to puke up the blood and want to bite billy again. after a moment he stands and does what eddie is always tempted to to do after a moment he’s left alone. he snoops. at least around the living room, stops at the drum set and takes a moment to admire that. the space looks lived in, at least enough to not have him question it too much.
he peaks into the bedroom, the other door and well. billy can probably hear him snooping so after that he remembers the whole point was getting billy some sugar, so beelines to the kitchen to riffle through his pantry.
he hears billy approaching, doesn’t turn around to face him as he stares into the fridge. ] I don’t think you actually have any chocolate here, man.
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I'll order some - [the buzz has worn off, alas. Gone with the contents of his stomach. ] Shit, I wonder if I can order a transfusion too. [look. he's seen that he can order like, Vitamin IV's to come to the house. MAYBE. ]
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[ if billy thinks it’s possible, he by not? he moves closer, hovers because what else is he going to do. ] Sorry, I probably took more than I should have. Realizing I’m a vampire didn’t kick off some deep, instinctual knowledge of what the fuck I’m supposed to do.
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C'mere, I'll walk you through the future. [He's lifting his legs, but they will be going straight back down on your lap Eddie - ] Everything's on a fucking "app"? Food, shopping, all on here - [he's holding out the phone, which is currently open on a myriad of dessert places. (He's ordering some cookie dough, a protein shake, and, because he's feeling a little peaky, a whole case of immune shots.)
The blood is a different story - he switches to search, goes through Sunset Falls weirder offerings until he Finds A Guy who will deliver to Central City within an hour if Billy will pay cash. Which, sure. Why not. ] Okay, yeah. Blood. Anyway - everything is on this phone. Music. Movies. Everything, man.
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