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Open | Today is going... swimmingly
Who: Dylan Brock ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
codicies and you!
What: Arrival to the game! Trying to get to the surface WITHOUT having a panic attack.
When: 6/28/22
Where: City of Atlantis, later the Diadem Hotel Lobby
Content Warnings: None (PM me if you need something tagged)
Atlantis
[ The bubble ride over to the underwater city had been... uneventful?
Maybe that wasn't the right word. Waking up underwater and being encased in a magical bubble piloted by a seal was an event in itself, and Dylan would have loved to be able to enjoy it for what it was.
But the bottom of the ocean was so silent. A crushing silence pushing on his ears, punctuated by the sound of his own breath reverberating around the small bubble.
And the ocean outside his small haven was so dark. Just enough light filtering from... somewhere to show just how far the darkness stretched in every direction.
Even given the circumstances... it was so similar to an all-too-recent memory of being alone with Knull in the center of the Symbiote hive.
Dylan spent the bubble ride curled up, relaxing a little when he saw the lights of Atlantis on the horizon.
That was an hour ago. Now he's standing in the crowd of newcomers, waiting to be processed and given transport to the surface. (Thank god he can get to the surface.)
He's a lanky young teenager with a comically large towel wrapped around his shoulders, and someone shoved a watery cup of hot chocolate into his hands that he's been nursing while waiting with the other arrivals. He's a little shaky, and his gaze is distant, but whenever someone speaks to him he'll respond accordingly.
Empaths might be able to tell he's trying to stave off a panic attack. Psychics might get images of being trapped with darkness in all directions, standing alone against... something horrifying. ]
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Diadem Hotel - Lobby
[ Dylan's curled up on one of the cushy armchairs in the hotel lobby. A few hours on the surface AND a hot shower have done wonders, but now he has a different problem. Two phones are in his lap: One is the fancy new smartphone he just got as a welcoming present, the other... the Stark Industries brand smartphone that was currently waterlogged and not turning on at all. ]
Come on... come on!
[ It is not, in fact, coming on. ]
This is bullshit.
codicies and you!What: Arrival to the game! Trying to get to the surface WITHOUT having a panic attack.
When: 6/28/22
Where: City of Atlantis, later the Diadem Hotel Lobby
Content Warnings: None (PM me if you need something tagged)
Atlantis
[ The bubble ride over to the underwater city had been... uneventful?
Maybe that wasn't the right word. Waking up underwater and being encased in a magical bubble piloted by a seal was an event in itself, and Dylan would have loved to be able to enjoy it for what it was.
But the bottom of the ocean was so silent. A crushing silence pushing on his ears, punctuated by the sound of his own breath reverberating around the small bubble.
And the ocean outside his small haven was so dark. Just enough light filtering from... somewhere to show just how far the darkness stretched in every direction.
Even given the circumstances... it was so similar to an all-too-recent memory of being alone with Knull in the center of the Symbiote hive.
Dylan spent the bubble ride curled up, relaxing a little when he saw the lights of Atlantis on the horizon.
That was an hour ago. Now he's standing in the crowd of newcomers, waiting to be processed and given transport to the surface. (Thank god he can get to the surface.)
He's a lanky young teenager with a comically large towel wrapped around his shoulders, and someone shoved a watery cup of hot chocolate into his hands that he's been nursing while waiting with the other arrivals. He's a little shaky, and his gaze is distant, but whenever someone speaks to him he'll respond accordingly.
Empaths might be able to tell he's trying to stave off a panic attack. Psychics might get images of being trapped with darkness in all directions, standing alone against... something horrifying. ]
Diadem Hotel - Lobby
[ Dylan's curled up on one of the cushy armchairs in the hotel lobby. A few hours on the surface AND a hot shower have done wonders, but now he has a different problem. Two phones are in his lap: One is the fancy new smartphone he just got as a welcoming present, the other... the Stark Industries brand smartphone that was currently waterlogged and not turning on at all. ]
Come on... come on!
[ It is not, in fact, coming on. ]
This is bullshit.