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reverielogs2018-06-19 01:07 pm
wentnuclear) wrote in reverielogs2018-06-19 01:07 pm
spoilers: this is gonna end terribly
» WHO? Raleigh and Yancy (sort of) and OTA for main log, closed starters in comments
» WHEN? 9am on the 20th - 9am on the 21st (this lasts EXACTLY 24 hours only though you can tag in whenever)
» WHERE? deck 2 corridors, mess hall, gym, Raleigh's quarters
» WHAT? Raleigh got an action. For a limited time only, a big brother!!! But there are a few catches...
» WARNINGS? massive pacrim spoilers, potential for violence/injury, discussions of death via giant alien monster and severe ptsd, will update if more arises!
[ As much as he doesn't really want to admit it, Raleigh is settling into a bit of a routine. The room he shares with Mako is even starting to feel... like theirs. It's strange, considering Raleigh has lived in many places without ever settling at all, has rented apartments that might as well have just been hotel rooms for all he nested. But the station feels sort of. Not homey but maybe like Shatterdomes used to. They've got pictures on the walls and a sense of camaraderie with their fellow captives. Though he didn't expect it to be the case, Raleigh actually likes most people he's met here.
Mako headed off to poke at the command deck early that morning and Raleigh hit the gym as usual, planning to meet her for a late breakfast after. That's where he's going now, freshly showered and running his fingers through his damp hair as he gets off the elevator on the mess hall deck. It's starting to feel a little longer than he likes to keep it, but it's not like the station has a barber. He ponders maybe asking Mako to try and trim it for him, but is thrown from his thoughts as he turns a corner and spots a jumpsuited figure lying on the metal floor, unmoving, a communicator droning the usual arrival message beside them. Somebody new is about to wake up. Raleigh breaks into a little jog, boots clanging, thinking that maybe he can be helpful. Help ease the stranger into this bullshit. That extra sound is enough to cause the man -- yeah, it's a guy -- to stir, groaning and sitting up. His back is to Raleigh, who notes idly that they have the same color hair. Go figure. ]
Easy, buddy. Take it slow, you'll be okay. Everybody wakes up with one hell of a--
[ He makes it to the end of the hall, slowing to a stop as the newcomer turns to look up at him and abruptly freezing mid-sentence because.
No.
This is impossible.
It's completely fucking impossible so clearly it's just the station fucking with him again, like people's visions and the voices in the walls. But Raleigh can't tear his eyes away, just stares in shock at his big brother, sitting there looking as solid and real as anything he's ever seen. Looking alive, somehow. ]
...Yancy?
Raleigh. [ The ghost's mouth quirks, and Yancy carefully picks himself up off the floor and glances around, moving stiffly but not like he's favoring any injuries. If he were a hallucination, wouldn't he be ripped to shreds? Not in a station jumpsuit looking like maybe he just had a few too many last night and is pissed Raleigh woke him up to enjoy the hangover. But he can't be real. He's dead, he's-- ] What kind of afterlife is this supposed to be?
[ Raleigh's mouth opens but nothing comes out so he just shuts it again, at a complete loss. It has to be a trick, but he finds himself playing along. ]
You remember?
Knifehead, yeah. Got us good, huh?
[ Slowly, he shakes his head. ] No, just... just you. Yancy, how--?
[ Something dark flickers through Yancy's eyes at that news, as it settles. Conflicts. And oddly, seems to resolve. He doesn't ask how he's here now, standing tall and holding a conversation, or where they are, or how Raleigh survived. He just lifts an arm, the same one Raleigh remembers him reaching out as he was torn away. Raleigh, listen to me, you-- and then the terror, the pain, and that terrible void. ] C'mere, kid.
[ Really, he should object. He's older now than Yancy was when he died, technically he's the big brother. Does it work that way? Who the fuck knows but he'd claim the technicality if he were processing this well enough to be casual about it. Instead all he can process is that Yancy is reaching for him and Raleigh just goes, nearly falling forward into his brother's arms and holding on tight. And it sure as fuck feels real. It must be. Somehow, Yancy is here. Tears prick Raleigh's eyes and he squeezes them shut. There's a lot of ground to cover, a lot of questions neither of them are going to be able to answer but some he can. They'll get there, though. Right now... ]
There's somebody you've gotta meet.
[ Anyone is welcome to have witnessed the tail end of this encounter, to hear Raleigh speaking brokenly to the silence of the corridor. No one else can see or hear Yancy, as they're about to find out. The brothers break apart and Yancy does ask something, then, but the simplest of the possible questions. Where are they? Raleigh huffs, then starts walking again, back down the hall towards the mess. The conversation is one sided to anyone around, Raleigh explaining things about the station like he's being prompted but there's nobody there. Who's he smiling at, looking so hesitantly joyful? Has he just snapped? You know what, just go over and ask him. ]
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(( OOC: Okay so to keep things consistent regarding other characters' perceptions, I likely won't actually be RPing Yancy/describing exactly what Raleigh is seeing and hearing outside of what he tells people he is! You can wildcard catching a different one-sided convo (they're going to start arguing soon enough) or hit me up at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
cuddlebug to plot a closed starter, I may add something like a semi-OTA gym scene where they're sparring and Raleigh is inexplicably taking damage. ))
» WHEN? 9am on the 20th - 9am on the 21st (this lasts EXACTLY 24 hours only though you can tag in whenever)
» WHERE? deck 2 corridors, mess hall, gym, Raleigh's quarters
» WHAT? Raleigh got an action. For a limited time only, a big brother!!! But there are a few catches...
» WARNINGS? massive pacrim spoilers, potential for violence/injury, discussions of death via giant alien monster and severe ptsd, will update if more arises!
[ As much as he doesn't really want to admit it, Raleigh is settling into a bit of a routine. The room he shares with Mako is even starting to feel... like theirs. It's strange, considering Raleigh has lived in many places without ever settling at all, has rented apartments that might as well have just been hotel rooms for all he nested. But the station feels sort of. Not homey but maybe like Shatterdomes used to. They've got pictures on the walls and a sense of camaraderie with their fellow captives. Though he didn't expect it to be the case, Raleigh actually likes most people he's met here.
Mako headed off to poke at the command deck early that morning and Raleigh hit the gym as usual, planning to meet her for a late breakfast after. That's where he's going now, freshly showered and running his fingers through his damp hair as he gets off the elevator on the mess hall deck. It's starting to feel a little longer than he likes to keep it, but it's not like the station has a barber. He ponders maybe asking Mako to try and trim it for him, but is thrown from his thoughts as he turns a corner and spots a jumpsuited figure lying on the metal floor, unmoving, a communicator droning the usual arrival message beside them. Somebody new is about to wake up. Raleigh breaks into a little jog, boots clanging, thinking that maybe he can be helpful. Help ease the stranger into this bullshit. That extra sound is enough to cause the man -- yeah, it's a guy -- to stir, groaning and sitting up. His back is to Raleigh, who notes idly that they have the same color hair. Go figure. ]
Easy, buddy. Take it slow, you'll be okay. Everybody wakes up with one hell of a--
[ He makes it to the end of the hall, slowing to a stop as the newcomer turns to look up at him and abruptly freezing mid-sentence because.
No.
This is impossible.
It's completely fucking impossible so clearly it's just the station fucking with him again, like people's visions and the voices in the walls. But Raleigh can't tear his eyes away, just stares in shock at his big brother, sitting there looking as solid and real as anything he's ever seen. Looking alive, somehow. ]
...Yancy?
Raleigh. [ The ghost's mouth quirks, and Yancy carefully picks himself up off the floor and glances around, moving stiffly but not like he's favoring any injuries. If he were a hallucination, wouldn't he be ripped to shreds? Not in a station jumpsuit looking like maybe he just had a few too many last night and is pissed Raleigh woke him up to enjoy the hangover. But he can't be real. He's dead, he's-- ] What kind of afterlife is this supposed to be?
[ Raleigh's mouth opens but nothing comes out so he just shuts it again, at a complete loss. It has to be a trick, but he finds himself playing along. ]
You remember?
Knifehead, yeah. Got us good, huh?
[ Slowly, he shakes his head. ] No, just... just you. Yancy, how--?
[ Something dark flickers through Yancy's eyes at that news, as it settles. Conflicts. And oddly, seems to resolve. He doesn't ask how he's here now, standing tall and holding a conversation, or where they are, or how Raleigh survived. He just lifts an arm, the same one Raleigh remembers him reaching out as he was torn away. Raleigh, listen to me, you-- and then the terror, the pain, and that terrible void. ] C'mere, kid.
[ Really, he should object. He's older now than Yancy was when he died, technically he's the big brother. Does it work that way? Who the fuck knows but he'd claim the technicality if he were processing this well enough to be casual about it. Instead all he can process is that Yancy is reaching for him and Raleigh just goes, nearly falling forward into his brother's arms and holding on tight. And it sure as fuck feels real. It must be. Somehow, Yancy is here. Tears prick Raleigh's eyes and he squeezes them shut. There's a lot of ground to cover, a lot of questions neither of them are going to be able to answer but some he can. They'll get there, though. Right now... ]
There's somebody you've gotta meet.
[ Anyone is welcome to have witnessed the tail end of this encounter, to hear Raleigh speaking brokenly to the silence of the corridor. No one else can see or hear Yancy, as they're about to find out. The brothers break apart and Yancy does ask something, then, but the simplest of the possible questions. Where are they? Raleigh huffs, then starts walking again, back down the hall towards the mess. The conversation is one sided to anyone around, Raleigh explaining things about the station like he's being prompted but there's nobody there. Who's he smiling at, looking so hesitantly joyful? Has he just snapped? You know what, just go over and ask him. ]
--
(( OOC: Okay so to keep things consistent regarding other characters' perceptions, I likely won't actually be RPing Yancy/describing exactly what Raleigh is seeing and hearing outside of what he tells people he is! You can wildcard catching a different one-sided convo (they're going to start arguing soon enough) or hit me up at
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What do you mean, I believed them because I don't want to face it? I've spent the past five years facing it, that's all I--
[ He's cut off mid-sentence by a stranger's voice, and glances up to see it's that guy who posted asking for drugs and hookers awhile back. Nothing Raleigh could help with. He doesn't recall the name, but he's a little occupied at the moment. ]
It's private anyway. But just for the record, I'm not talking to myself.
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[ sure looked that way to him. he stopped, made a point of looking around, tapping on the wall to see if there was a secret compartment back there and then up to the ceiling. didn't see anyone but else but the two of them.]
Could've fooled me.
[ but again, should he really go judging someone for talking to what looks like thin air? when he sees quell sitting on his fucking bunk more often than not? she doesn't always talk but she's there and he's just so fucking fragged, it's sad. ]
Who you talking to, then? Mind if I say hi?
[ he lifts a hand, gives a two fingered wave. ]
Man's not talking to himself. Good to see the evidence of his words right here in front of my eyes.
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[ At least this guy is making an effort, though, looking around and then asking who it is rather than condemning Raleigh to insanity right away. Or so it had seemed. Once Raleigh gestures for him to go on and say hello, he proves to be an ass. (In Yancy's rather vocal opinion, anyway, and Raleigh's inclined to agree.) He mirrors his brother's scowl but quickly schools himself back under control. He's really only got two modes of angry -- quiet and tolerant to avoid a fight, or snapping and punching you in the face. Hopefully he can maintain the former while both men are ragging on him. ]
It's my brother, he woke up this morning but can't communicate with anyone except me. His name's Yancy. [ Then, for both their benefits: ] I'm Raleigh. You are?
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so, apparently he wasn't the only one who'd taken a few too many shots to the head or this station was just spreading the love and letting everyone see a ghost of their own.
or something else. who the hell knew with this place? hadn't he just talked to that girl who'd died, been resurrected but without her sight?
this station sucked. ]
You're seeing your brother?
[ it would have been so easy to just call him crazy, tell him he needed to get his head checked and that was probably still going to happen but he just wanted to...check a few things first. ]
Kovacs.
[ and now he had a question: ]
What do you mean he woke up? You're saying your brother ended up her and was suddenly invisible. That doesn't strike you as strange?
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I mean he showed up here like everybody does, woke up in a hallway wearing a terminal jumpsuit not knowing how he got here. And yeah, it's extremely weird that no one else is seeing him. But I am. Seeing and hearing and getting punched in the face when I cave to what absolutely everybody else is insisting, that I'm hallucinating.
What kind of hallucination does this?
[ He turns his face to the side a little, indicating a swollen, bruising spot that definitely looks like he got punched recently. ]
It's the only proof we have, but I'm pretty convinced.
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he was probably one of them. ]
Hallucinations don't tend to do that.
[ he agreed with that, at least. they were capable of some fairly good verbal lashings though. ]
But, there's plenty of people around here who would. I don't know if that's proof of anything but the fact that you pissed someone off and got punched for it. Hope the other guy looks just as good.
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You would suggest that, now... but yeah, fine. I don't have any better ideas. Just try not to break my nose or anything.
[ It's not like he's invested in proving the situation to Kovacs specifically, he just wants to convince somebody and it seems like this guy's on the ropes. He glances at Kovacs again. ]
Watch close, I'm only letting him do this once.
[ There's a beat where nothing happens besides Raleigh bracing himself to take a hit... then, very dramatically, his head snaps back and he staggers with a blow. It doesn't look faked at all, and his hands are still at his sides. So it appears completely spontaneous that his bottom lip splits, perpendicular so that he couldn't even have bitten it himself, blood slowly trickling down his chin. ]
Ow!
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he can't help but look around, make sure there was truly no one here. he hadn't fucking died so his eyesight hadn't been affected like that person on the network's had. no, he had great eyes and they were seeing just raleigh. ]
Good punch.
[ his ghosts did not do that. he was pretty sure quell or rei had been tempted at time or two but they couldn't touch him. ]
Okay. Unless you're the world's greatest actor and you had some props set up before I came along, there is some weird shit going on.
[ how the fuck had that guy ended up invisible? ]
What're you gonna do about it? I don't think you can just let him punch you constantly to prove that he's here.
[ his face was going to look like a bloody pulp if this kept up. ]
Unless you're into that.
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[ Raleigh admits it grudgingly, poking his lip. He has to admit Kovacs is right about their proof method, too... it's not sustainable. ]
I'm not, but you believe me now. And a bunch of people saw him get pissed off the first time, so they believe me. Hopefully popular opinion will convince anyone else that needs convincing without me taking too many more hits.
[ He shrugs a little. ]
The proof's not the biggest issue for me, it's playing translator between him and the rest of the station. Can't keep this up forever.
[ That and the fact that Yancy's upset with him. Blames him after all, it feels like, or at the least resents Raleigh for his death... and can't talk to anyone else. He can only interact with his brother, which is just one more reason to be angry. ]
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I've got no solutions for you.
[ wasn't like he should share experiences with raleigh about his ghosts. even if things had been the same, kovacs wasn't going to go admitting that he saw people who weren't supposed to be there, who were dead and gone and ash. ]
What if he tried to write? Would print show up?
[ look at that, he was helping. kind of. ]