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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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[ That answer might give a little too much away, but Doreen can't resist a good tree pun, even when she's stressed. To Jason's credit, it's more because she's worked up over the Unaligned stuff than worried about her secret identity!
She heads over to the checkout table and starts placing her books on the scanner, although she has so many that she can only fit a few at a time! ]
Hey, thanks for helping me carry these by the way!
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Anytime. Glad to meet and help a fellow bookworm.
[It's been an enlightening conversation too]
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[ He's learned so much potential blackmail material! ]
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Likewise. Feels almost as good as meeting a frood who's got a towel.
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[ She scribbles down her phone number and hands it to him! ]
In case you want to hang out and grab a coffee or something later! [ There's a beat. ] ...Not in a date-y way, in an 'it's hard to make friends in a big city when you work full-time' kinda way.
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[Jason scribbles the number to one of his burner phones on a piece of paper and hands it to Doreen]
The feeling's mutual.