i'd say in person, but i can't leave my post right now.
( his post being quentin smith, imagine that. mind-to-mind is going to have to suffice for now, until danny can find a second to get away — preferably while quentin is asleep, when he's too fucking unconscious to fuck himself into trouble. knock on wood. )
you get ripped from the fog on your own? frankie ain't with you? susie? joey?
[ she doesn't like it. hates it. hates his words in her head. hates the way she could swear it comes with an aftertaste of the entity. just gonna have to take some small comfort in the fact that it's not his voice. ]
( she could be lying, easily. but it doesn't feel like a lie. he'd never trusted her in the fog, and she'd never trusted him back, for good reason: you can't put a bunch of feral cats in the same fucking cathouse and not expect a little bloodshed. the entity's design.
still, they came from the same place, same side. so, a thorny olive branch, warily extended: )
couple things, then.
it's just me, you, quentin smith, and dwight fairfield. fairfield and q don't know who i am. we can't res here. when or if we die, we get sent to the duchess for resurrection, and she's a real fucking cunt about the whole process, so i wouldn't personally recommend it.
( 0 stars, honestly. )
as far as i know, the entity ain't here either. or if she is, she ain't doing shit but watching us.
( he hasn't entirely ruled out the possibility that this is another one of her fucked up games. )
[ he's been here longer than her, had time to really lay some groundwork, it'd be hard fucking work to make them believe her if she tried to blow his cover anyway. danny has to know that. plus he's more useful to her like this. danny has to know that too. and if she keeps her mouth shut then he owes her. ]
[ of course, when it goes to shit he's on his fucking own, but that's neither here nor there. ]
They trust you? Smith and Fairfield. Think you're just their good buddy Danny?
i'm fucking smith on the reg, but that don't really mean shit. he'll fuck anything with a pulse if it looks at him sad enough.
( sooooo mean girl petty and hilariously hypocritical when danny's speed-running his slutty way through town, but, like. is it a lie, though. )
they trust me enough. ain't gossiped much about their time in the fog, though. i think they're just trying to repress it and move on. q's talked about it more than dwight.
Makes sense. He's a broken bird looking for other birds to nurse back to health.
[ the altruists fascinate her. the ones who throw themselves at her knife like it's all they're worth, the ones who'll chase somebody down and patch them up with shaking hands like they'll shatter apart if they don't save somebody. ]
Do you want them to talk about it? Tell them how scared of the big bad Ghost Face they were?
( she's seen the hungry shape of his ego, in glossy photographs, in the guts and viscera of the survivors he ditched on her goddamn property, like a naughty cat leaving dead mice at her door. she's seen him at his meanest, evilest, ugliest, knew him as ghostface long before she ever knew him as danny. no sense pretending he doesn't miss it. the legion may have been the entity's eternal children, but they sure as shit weren't dumb. )
[ never was exactly vocal about it, but julie never saw any point in hiding her hatred of the fog either. of the entity. it's not like the entity ever gave a shit, not like she was the only one on their side of the fence who hated it all. ]
parts of it, sure. those perks and bennies really hit different.
( hard to beat functional immortality and superpowers. danny grew up dirt poor and stayed dirt poor; the entity's gifts were as close as he ever came to possessing any measure of wealth. )
i did realize something, though, after coming here. took me a minute, but i figured it out, and you might figure it out one day, too. you wanna know what it is?
[ she's not going to chase him for a reply, try and get the last word in, it's pointless. there is, however, the psychic equivalent of the look on somebody's face when they're screaming internally in a rage. ]
[ low key, just because he's never sure if he's going to be one of the first people to really hit up a new arrival telepathically, or how they'll react to a voice inside their head. not that john is a voice: he projects the way he thinks, a silent concept that floats from the echoing vaults of his aphantasia into another's head.
but once he's established she isn't freaking out: ]
It's John. You survive your first month OK? Or however long it's been.
[ it's not someone sending a mass hallucination from hell, or danny in her head with the bitter, oily aftertaste of the entity on him, it's a welcome change to what she's gotten used to around here. ]
Minimal trauma. Sounds like I'm doing better than a lot of people. You?
You ever have a really nice dream and then you wake back up to your actual, shittier life and get in your feelings about it? Yeah.
Also I think my friend is responsible for what's happening in town right now, and I don't know if I want to stop her, but I also miss being able to go to the bathhouse without bringing seven other people and Orlando Bloom.
[ well, that's a lot. it strikes her as a weird amount of honesty to share with a relative stranger, but the only thing that comes across from her side is a brief sense of confusion over the name orlando bloom. is that someone important? ]
[it's early morning, so early it might as well be night, when Jem crawls through the boarding house halls to their room, freshly free from Pouring Beer. she strips off down to her skivvies, kicks Eddie on the leg to get into bed, crawls under the blanket(s) and drapes herself over Julie like a giant, exhausted cat and says: ] Hi.
[and then:] Are you asleep? [and then, after a beat, presses her cheek to Julie's chest and huffs out a yawn. ]
[ julie doesn’t really sleep much— she should, but, you know. there's the general stress, the fact she's still used to not really needing to sleep, and quentin's weird cigarettes don't help any either. ]
[ which is to say she's awake when jem crawls into bed, wraps an arm around her when she settles. ]
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friendzied) wrote2023-09-26 11:03 pm
— text, somewhere around october 18th, post-au shit.
( how do u do, fellow reject child of the entity. long time no see. )
we should talk.
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No shit.
Where?
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( his post being quentin smith, imagine that. mind-to-mind is going to have to suffice for now, until danny can find a second to get away — preferably while quentin is asleep, when he's too fucking unconscious to fuck himself into trouble. knock on wood. )
you get ripped from the fog on your own? frankie ain't with you? susie? joey?
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If any of them are here I don't know about it.
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still, they came from the same place, same side. so, a thorny olive branch, warily extended: )
couple things, then.
it's just me, you, quentin smith, and dwight fairfield. fairfield and q don't know who i am. we can't res here. when or if we die, we get sent to the duchess for resurrection, and she's a real fucking cunt about the whole process, so i wouldn't personally recommend it.
( 0 stars, honestly. )
as far as i know, the entity ain't here either. or if she is, she ain't doing shit but watching us.
( he hasn't entirely ruled out the possibility that this is another one of her fucked up games. )
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[ a pause, and then she follows up: ]
Kidding. I'll keep my mouth shut.
[ he's been here longer than her, had time to really lay some groundwork, it'd be hard fucking work to make them believe her if she tried to blow his cover anyway. danny has to know that. plus he's more useful to her like this. danny has to know that too. and if she keeps her mouth shut then he owes her. ]
[ of course, when it goes to shit he's on his fucking own, but that's neither here nor there. ]
They trust you? Smith and Fairfield. Think you're just their good buddy Danny?
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( sooooo mean girl petty and hilariously hypocritical when danny's speed-running his slutty way through town, but, like. is it a lie, though. )
they trust me enough. ain't gossiped much about their time in the fog, though. i think they're just trying to repress it and move on. q's talked about it more than dwight.
( also unsurprising. )
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[ the altruists fascinate her. the ones who throw themselves at her knife like it's all they're worth, the ones who'll chase somebody down and patch them up with shaking hands like they'll shatter apart if they don't save somebody. ]
Do you want them to talk about it? Tell them how scared of the big bad Ghost Face they were?
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( she's seen the hungry shape of his ego, in glossy photographs, in the guts and viscera of the survivors he ditched on her goddamn property, like a naughty cat leaving dead mice at her door. she's seen him at his meanest, evilest, ugliest, knew him as ghostface long before she ever knew him as danny. no sense pretending he doesn't miss it. the legion may have been the entity's eternal children, but they sure as shit weren't dumb. )
you ain't never liked the fog much, huh, jules?
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[ never was exactly vocal about it, but julie never saw any point in hiding her hatred of the fog either. of the entity. it's not like the entity ever gave a shit, not like she was the only one on their side of the fence who hated it all. ]
Bet you miss it though, don't you?
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( hard to beat functional immortality and superpowers. danny grew up dirt poor and stayed dirt poor; the entity's gifts were as close as he ever came to possessing any measure of wealth. )
i did realize something, though, after coming here. took me a minute, but i figured it out, and you might figure it out one day, too. you wanna know what it is?
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Depends. Are you gonna tell me without being an ass about it?
this means julie gets to spank him easier now
( it's not just the entity's filth inside him now. )
talk again soon, jules. don't worry, i'll find you. i always do.
she's going to slap his balls off
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[ low key, just because he's never sure if he's going to be one of the first people to really hit up a new arrival telepathically, or how they'll react to a voice inside their head. not that john is a voice: he projects the way he thinks, a silent concept that floats from the echoing vaults of his aphantasia into another's head.
but once he's established she isn't freaking out: ]
It's John. You survive your first month OK? Or however long it's been.
[ time got all fucked up in the void. ]
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Minimal trauma. Sounds like I'm doing better than a lot of people.
You?
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Also I think my friend is responsible for what's happening in town right now, and I don't know if I want to stop her, but I also miss being able to go to the bathhouse without bringing seven other people and Orlando Bloom.
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So everything's just peachy for you, huh?
Why wouldn't you want to stop her?
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I suppose I just want to see how powerful she really is. And she's my friend, I want to support her.
[ As she fucks around with time and space, yes. ]
— text, early november.
you ice anyone yet, jules? or you ain't doing that shit anymore?
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Checking up on me?
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— action - mid nov
[and then:] Are you asleep? [and then, after a beat, presses her cheek to Julie's chest and huffs out a yawn. ]
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[ which is to say she's awake when jem crawls into bed, wraps an arm around her when she settles. ]
Not yet.
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[If she tilts her head enough, just right, she's grinning against Julie's jaw. ] D'you wanna smoke for a bit?
— text
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Eddie if that's what you call your dick we're going to have to talk.
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i might start actually ( wait until she sees the ‘good babes get free rides’ tattoo tho )
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I've never heard that.
[ is she LAME??? ]
[ no... it is eddie who is the lame one ]
I'm absolutely not fucking you ever again if you call it that though.
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well, that's a good reason not to name it then
you win