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metalogs2022-09-17 01:32 am
eatsnutsandkicksbutts) wrote in metalogs2022-09-17 01:32 am
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September SOL and Dreamshare stuff (ota with some closed prompts!)
Who: Doreen Green eatsnutsandkicksbutts (plus Jason and Bart in some closed prompts)
What: Slice of life September stuff! Plus Dreamshare
When: throughout September
Where: Central City, Little Love
Content Warnings: mention of animal death and asphyxiation in the nightmarish Dreamshare prompts
Rooftop hangouts - OTA!
[ Things in Central haven't been too crazy lately, but it still hasn't been a great time to be a conspicuously visible, Unaligned meta. On the bright side, since it's September, that means it's officially Sweater Weather, and by god Doreen is going to take whatever downtime she has and friggin' chill.
You can catch Doreen hanging out on the rooftop of a nearby building at sunset, (giant cozy sweater on, tail out and headband engaged, secret identity intact!), drinking some apple cider and snacking on trail mix. She is, of course, flanked by a small posse of squirrels, with Tippy perched on her shoulder. ]
Y'know, I'm gonna miss being able to generate this stuff when we go back. Saves a lot of money.
"Chht chk chutt chik!"
No, I'm not saying you guys have been breaking the bank, I'm just saying it's been convenient.
[ Feel free to interrupt! ]
DREAMSHARE! (also OTA!)
[ If you stumble into Doreen's dreams tonight, you might run into a couple of scenarios:
• You might find her on the moon, sitting on the enormous, purple shoulder of Galactus the World-Eater, staring down at the earth in the distance. Doreen's smiling fondly at a trading card in her hand, and gives the side of Galactus's helmet a friendly nudge. ("Aw, this was really nice to revisit! I'm glad we worked things out, Galactus." "YEAH, ME TOO. IT'S BEEN A PRETTY CHILL HANG.")
• Teenage Doreen, complete with her furry old outfit, is crouched over... well, it can no longer, in good conscience, be called a squirrel. At least, not an alive one. Since it's Doreen dreaming this, the squirrel's body has been pixel-censored out, but it's evident that this was not a natural death, and that she's pretty heartbroken over it.
After a moment, once she's realized that she's dreaming again, teen-Doreen sits up and wipes her eyes, smearing the eye makeup across her face (god, why did she wear so much of it as a teenager!), and takes a deep, steadying breath.
I'm sorry, MJ. You deserved so much better than this, buddy.
• Doreen's fighting... Doreen. Or at least someone who looks exactly like Doreen, apart from the hardened glint in her eyes, and the arsenal of superpowered weaponry that she's equipped with. Allene - that's her clone's name - has Captain America's shield strapped to her back, one of Iron Man's gauntlets, a set of knockoff Doc Ock tentacles sprouting from her backpack, Magneto's helmet, and countless other weapons and gadgets that she's stolen on her rampage.
Doreen's next punch goes right through her double's head like mist, and when she stumbles forward with the momentum, the landscape shifts back to the empty moon, only this time there's no spacesuit, no Galactus, there's no oxygen, and as Doreen falls to her knees, the panic starts to overwhelm her because she can't breathe she can't breathe she can't breathe--! ]
eatsnutsandkicksbutts (plus Jason and Bart in some closed prompts)What: Slice of life September stuff! Plus Dreamshare
When: throughout September
Where: Central City, Little Love
Content Warnings: mention of animal death and asphyxiation in the nightmarish Dreamshare prompts
Rooftop hangouts - OTA!
[ Things in Central haven't been too crazy lately, but it still hasn't been a great time to be a conspicuously visible, Unaligned meta. On the bright side, since it's September, that means it's officially Sweater Weather, and by god Doreen is going to take whatever downtime she has and friggin' chill.
You can catch Doreen hanging out on the rooftop of a nearby building at sunset, (giant cozy sweater on, tail out and headband engaged, secret identity intact!), drinking some apple cider and snacking on trail mix. She is, of course, flanked by a small posse of squirrels, with Tippy perched on her shoulder. ]
Y'know, I'm gonna miss being able to generate this stuff when we go back. Saves a lot of money.
"Chht chk chutt chik!"
No, I'm not saying you guys have been breaking the bank, I'm just saying it's been convenient.
[ Feel free to interrupt! ]
DREAMSHARE! (also OTA!)
[ If you stumble into Doreen's dreams tonight, you might run into a couple of scenarios:
• You might find her on the moon, sitting on the enormous, purple shoulder of Galactus the World-Eater, staring down at the earth in the distance. Doreen's smiling fondly at a trading card in her hand, and gives the side of Galactus's helmet a friendly nudge. ("Aw, this was really nice to revisit! I'm glad we worked things out, Galactus." "YEAH, ME TOO. IT'S BEEN A PRETTY CHILL HANG.")
• Teenage Doreen, complete with her furry old outfit, is crouched over... well, it can no longer, in good conscience, be called a squirrel. At least, not an alive one. Since it's Doreen dreaming this, the squirrel's body has been pixel-censored out, but it's evident that this was not a natural death, and that she's pretty heartbroken over it.
After a moment, once she's realized that she's dreaming again, teen-Doreen sits up and wipes her eyes, smearing the eye makeup across her face (god, why did she wear so much of it as a teenager!), and takes a deep, steadying breath.
I'm sorry, MJ. You deserved so much better than this, buddy.
• Doreen's fighting... Doreen. Or at least someone who looks exactly like Doreen, apart from the hardened glint in her eyes, and the arsenal of superpowered weaponry that she's equipped with. Allene - that's her clone's name - has Captain America's shield strapped to her back, one of Iron Man's gauntlets, a set of knockoff Doc Ock tentacles sprouting from her backpack, Magneto's helmet, and countless other weapons and gadgets that she's stolen on her rampage.
Doreen's next punch goes right through her double's head like mist, and when she stumbles forward with the momentum, the landscape shifts back to the empty moon, only this time there's no spacesuit, no Galactus, there's no oxygen, and as Doreen falls to her knees, the panic starts to overwhelm her because she can't breathe she can't breathe she can't breathe--! ]
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[Otto didn't really need a magic pillow to start having nightmares about Rosie's death! But, ah, let's discuss it never.]
...let me know if you ever need your phone fixed, too, I have got a micro-solderer. [of course he does. he'd probably be all over right-to-repair stuff if it weren't for literally everything else going wrong!]
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[ She's a on a shoestring undergrad budget back home, and is even more broke here! Those things are expensive! ]
Alright, if this dream is as lucid as I think, I should be able to wake myself up. I'm gonna track down those pillow guys and have a frank discussion about crossing emotional boundaries.
[ She sounds pretty upbeat, but there's a steely undertone to her voice. This particular dream? This was a lot, and she doesn't like the thought of similar traumas being sprung on people without warning. ]
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[It was expensive, but it was also one of the first things Otto went and got when he got presented with that temporary unlimited credit card! Though, to be fair, it was more of a necessity than a splurge; the actuators were incredibly expensive to build, and they're not much better to repair and maintain.]
Alright. Give them hell if you find them.
[Hopefully he'll just wake up as well; he's not actually sure how the dreamwalking works. He'll just see!]
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[ She fades away, and after that has a whole encounter with the Willow Maiden before she wakes up, because I forgot about that part of the dreamshare! ]