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A very merry Halloween! [Mingle]
Date: 31st of October
Characters: Open!
Warning: Non-sexual desecration of formerly buried corpses
On the morning of Halloween, when people first step out of their houses, they will almost step into something.
A bucket of water. Every flat and every house in the Mossgate Boundary has a bucket placed in front of its entrance door (and sometimes, especially in Folkton and Moss Manor, the back door too), in which scary apples are floating. A little sign taped to the bucket reads: Have fun bobbing!.
But that's not the only thing that happened. The second thing that people will notice is that there are billions of spiders of all sizes crawling all over the town and villages, the military base, the Manor House... everywhere. And they certainly did their job - trees, lanterns, the higher attractions on the pier, and everything else that is high all over Mossgate Council is covered in thick layers of cobweb.
And lastly... those who pass by a church will notice something about the graveyards around them. Namely, that someone placed skeletons on top of most of the graves... Awfully real looking ones. Really, really awfully real looking ones. To some of them, the soil of the graveyard still clings, and the graves underneath them are in a state that betrays that they were dug up during the night. DNA tests would show that, indeed, the skeletons belong to the individuals buried in the graves.
Characters: Open!
Warning: Non-sexual desecration of formerly buried corpses
On the morning of Halloween, when people first step out of their houses, they will almost step into something.
A bucket of water. Every flat and every house in the Mossgate Boundary has a bucket placed in front of its entrance door (and sometimes, especially in Folkton and Moss Manor, the back door too), in which scary apples are floating. A little sign taped to the bucket reads: Have fun bobbing!.
But that's not the only thing that happened. The second thing that people will notice is that there are billions of spiders of all sizes crawling all over the town and villages, the military base, the Manor House... everywhere. And they certainly did their job - trees, lanterns, the higher attractions on the pier, and everything else that is high all over Mossgate Council is covered in thick layers of cobweb.
And lastly... those who pass by a church will notice something about the graveyards around them. Namely, that someone placed skeletons on top of most of the graves... Awfully real looking ones. Really, really awfully real looking ones. To some of them, the soil of the graveyard still clings, and the graves underneath them are in a state that betrays that they were dug up during the night. DNA tests would show that, indeed, the skeletons belong to the individuals buried in the graves.
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But not tonight. Tonight, he just wants something that isn't abstract reassurance or any sort of extreme connection or-
Nothingness.Calm. One mind, one place, one purpose. That's what he needs right now
The first thing he zeroes in on is Jim's face, and he's left standing awkwardly in the doorway because Why Is There A Beard?
"James, I- Jim- Hi-"
Don't mind him; it's his turn to be awkward now.
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He holds out the hand he's not been using to shove cocoa pops straight in his mouth, waiting.
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And then flops down on the couch. He's not in cocoon by any means, but he can feel the duvet and at least it's soft??
"Mmph."
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Then, he swivels around ho that his back is to the armrest of the sofa, legs removed from under Walter's weight but only so that he can lean forward and manhandle his friend onto the thing properly. He wraps his arms around Walt's torso and drags him up into the cocoon, Jim's pyjama'd legs bracketing him either side. With one last movement, he wraps them both in the duvet and passes Walter the remote.
"Pick whatever you want." He mumbles into Walt's hair, evidently nearly asleep again.
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Well, things are a lot more soft now.
He gives the remote only the briefest of glances - does he want noise, even as background noyesnoyesnononono... - then lets it alone, nuzzling into Jim's neck.
"... You?"
And if that's not the sappiest thing ever, at least it's a distraction from what he's been feeling for the past twenty minutes or so?
We sAID SLOW BURN, GODDAMIT.
Unfortunately for Walter, even his super fast thinking isn't fast enough to catch Jim before he actually falls asleep again, the hours of being awake stacking up too high once again; but Walter will get the feeling that it doesn't matter that much.
Jim's slowing heartbeat and comfortable hold around Walter's waist might be what he wanted, anyway.
SNUGGLING IS A PAN-SEXUALITIES THING; IT ARRIVES AT ITS OWN SPEED.
Something that, while not absolute in its nothingness or... everything-ness, still felt permanent.The initial comforting embrace-sensation that had come with Echo had unfortunately been 'mixed in'; this was separate.
Sighing, a part of him wants to explain - even as he's afraid, to look back and analyze whatever that was - but it's not as if the memories are going anywhere.
Or Jim.