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all i know is i don't know nothing
SEPTEMBER 2022 EVENT
Leap of Faith
KNOWLEDGE IS POWER
THE GREAT HUNT
CODING
A SPECIAL NOTE NOW THAT THE GAME HAS BEEN OPEN FOR A YEAR: Due to the cyclical nature of the world, during certain months, prompts from the previous year may be available to use. You can see September 2021's prompts here. Please make sure to note if you are using a prompt from last year, so that others will know where to look for the original content.
IMAGE DESCRIPTORS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE
Prompt One
[Image One: Black birds flying in front of a church shrouded in heavy fog. ]
[Image Two: Red tinted clouds with a flash of red lightning piercing through them. ]
Prompt Two
[Image One: A stack of leather bound books. ]
[Image Two: A close up on the detailed arches of a Gothic/Neo-Gothic building. ]
Prompt Three
[Image One: A path in the woods with fallen leaves and bare trees. ]
[Image Two: Two swords covered in blood laying across one another in an X pattern. ]
Prompt One
[Image One: Black birds flying in front of a church shrouded in heavy fog. ]
[Image Two: Red tinted clouds with a flash of red lightning piercing through them. ]
Prompt Two
[Image One: A stack of leather bound books. ]
[Image Two: A close up on the detailed arches of a Gothic/Neo-Gothic building. ]
Prompt Three
[Image One: A path in the woods with fallen leaves and bare trees. ]
[Image Two: Two swords covered in blood laying across one another in an X pattern. ]
WHEN: September
WHERE: Alternate Dimension
CONTENT WARNINGS: Parallel worlds, violence, possible death, religious cults
WHERE: Alternate Dimension
CONTENT WARNINGS: Parallel worlds, violence, possible death, religious cults
Throughout the month, people seem to just be... disappearing. It starts off as just a few locals here and there: maybe it's a butcher that's become a staple in the community, or a textile merchant that some Sleepers have come to rely upon in their time here. These disappearances seem to vary in how long they last. Some people are only gone a few days, others may never be seen again. The ones who return refuse to talk about where they've been or what has happened to them and will adamantly shut down any attempts to find out information. Rumors spread around the city at what could be going on and there's the occasional bit of conversation that mentions the possibility of reality bending Pthumerians being behind the ordeal.
It doesn't take long before it's Sleepers who start to disappear as well. It can happen at what appears to be any moment: sometimes during the middle of the night, a bed will simply swallow them up. Others might be walking along a path or road and suddenly drop through the ground, even when there's no hole to fall into. If a Sleeper with the ability to see invisible supernatural forces sees this in action, they will notice what looks like black, charred hands reaching up out of the earth and latching on to their victim before dragging them into black mist.
Sleepers who have been grabbed will find they've been yanked into a pocket dimension, a version of Trench that seems to be even more corrupt, even more polluted, and covered in dark fog that is difficult to see through. There's a heavy humidity in the air, the sound of constantly rolling thunder, and the occasional flashes of lightning across the sky. Bright bolts occasionally crash down through the fog and hit the earth, cracking it open and creating deep caverns filled with tar that is hot enough to melt a human being. Beasts larger and even more dangerous than those regularly seen back in Trench roam the streets, ready to tear apart and devour anything in their path.
The buildings are also crumbling to pieces and many of the staple locations of the city of Trench have been completely turned to rubble in this alternate world. Only religious buildings seem to be left standing and they have become crowded by locals who have yet to escape this new world. Sleepers will find that these religious buildings are the only ones that are completely safe from the beasts in the streets, offering themselves as Sanctuary from the out of control corrupted forces of this new world.
The locals in this place aren't here to make Sleepers feel safe and cozy while they wait to get out of this dimension. They're here to convert and it becomes obvious quickly. They claim this universe is the True World, the world that the Old Ones had wanted Sodder to create, one that they think the Nightmare could have evolved into if Sodder had been given the proper guidance. They believe that a Pthumerian by Riteoir brought about the perfect world that punishes those who have done wrong swiftly and spares those who are righteous and dedicated to a just path. This cult has elevated Riteoir to a God-like status in their eyes and they will do their best to try and convince all who gather in the buildings for safety that they are protected here because of their faith and dedicated to Riteoir's ideals.
They also become highly violent towards anyone who dares to insult Riteoir or who questions their beliefs in any way. Killing the non-believers is a perfectly justified reaction to these worshippers, convinced that any doubt in Riteoir's power to protect them will cause their safety net to collapse. They justify brutal murders of those they deem unrighteous as being necessary to keep the peace they have found for themselves in an otherwise clearly bleak world.
Playing along might be the best bet, but isn't required for people who would rather fight monsters over people. Sleepers may run in to other locals who also chose to get away from the cult madness out on the roads and these locals are more than willing to share the knowledge they've found while exploring this dimension. There's only one means of escape: finding a weak spot in the veil between worlds and performing a ritual to break it open.
Two Sleepers of differing blood types must find and gather together the claw of a large beast, a silver bowl, a piece of rubble, and a single red rose. Roses are hard to come by in this alternate world, but there is a small garden that grows in one of the churches. It requires sneaking around the cult members in order to obtain and they will attack anyone they find trying to cut the rose from the bushes. Once these object are found, the Sleepers must bring them to the area that would have been known as Sleepytown in the original Trench. Here, it is now a vast, open wasteland, with smoke rising from the crack in the ground, and a never ending fire burning beneath the ground. The faint sounds of screaming can be heard under the ground, but there isn't any way to determine if they're real or simply echoes from the past.
The claw can be ground down with the piece of rubble inside the silver bowl. The rose petals should be carefully plucked and placed on top of the claw. Finally, each Sleeper must cut themselves, and add equal amounts of blood until it begins to thicken. It doesn't take much, the magic working quickly to turn the mixture into a substance almost like slime. Each Sleeper must dip their hands in the slime and spread it onto the chest of the other, right above where the heart would be located. If the Sleeper has their heart located in a different area of their body than normal, then the slime must be spread there instead. Once this is complete, it will feel like acid burning against the skin, before it glows brightly. The lights will join together, forming a laser like beam that will then slice a hole in the air in front of them.
This hole will show the original Trench on the other side. It will only remain open for a few moments before closing up again. Sleepers must jump through the hole together in order to return to Trench. If the ritual fails, they will have to wait three days to try again, and will have to find a way to continue to survive in this alternate world. If it succeeds, the Sleepers will find themselves in the original Sleepytown, and will be able to return to Trench from there.
Bringing up the alternate universe, the ritual, or even Riteoir will put the locals on edge and they will quickly close the door of their shop or turn their backs on anyone who tries. Apparently this is a touchy subject that they'd rather ignore.
It doesn't take long before it's Sleepers who start to disappear as well. It can happen at what appears to be any moment: sometimes during the middle of the night, a bed will simply swallow them up. Others might be walking along a path or road and suddenly drop through the ground, even when there's no hole to fall into. If a Sleeper with the ability to see invisible supernatural forces sees this in action, they will notice what looks like black, charred hands reaching up out of the earth and latching on to their victim before dragging them into black mist.
Sleepers who have been grabbed will find they've been yanked into a pocket dimension, a version of Trench that seems to be even more corrupt, even more polluted, and covered in dark fog that is difficult to see through. There's a heavy humidity in the air, the sound of constantly rolling thunder, and the occasional flashes of lightning across the sky. Bright bolts occasionally crash down through the fog and hit the earth, cracking it open and creating deep caverns filled with tar that is hot enough to melt a human being. Beasts larger and even more dangerous than those regularly seen back in Trench roam the streets, ready to tear apart and devour anything in their path.
The buildings are also crumbling to pieces and many of the staple locations of the city of Trench have been completely turned to rubble in this alternate world. Only religious buildings seem to be left standing and they have become crowded by locals who have yet to escape this new world. Sleepers will find that these religious buildings are the only ones that are completely safe from the beasts in the streets, offering themselves as Sanctuary from the out of control corrupted forces of this new world.
The locals in this place aren't here to make Sleepers feel safe and cozy while they wait to get out of this dimension. They're here to convert and it becomes obvious quickly. They claim this universe is the True World, the world that the Old Ones had wanted Sodder to create, one that they think the Nightmare could have evolved into if Sodder had been given the proper guidance. They believe that a Pthumerian by Riteoir brought about the perfect world that punishes those who have done wrong swiftly and spares those who are righteous and dedicated to a just path. This cult has elevated Riteoir to a God-like status in their eyes and they will do their best to try and convince all who gather in the buildings for safety that they are protected here because of their faith and dedicated to Riteoir's ideals.
They also become highly violent towards anyone who dares to insult Riteoir or who questions their beliefs in any way. Killing the non-believers is a perfectly justified reaction to these worshippers, convinced that any doubt in Riteoir's power to protect them will cause their safety net to collapse. They justify brutal murders of those they deem unrighteous as being necessary to keep the peace they have found for themselves in an otherwise clearly bleak world.
Playing along might be the best bet, but isn't required for people who would rather fight monsters over people. Sleepers may run in to other locals who also chose to get away from the cult madness out on the roads and these locals are more than willing to share the knowledge they've found while exploring this dimension. There's only one means of escape: finding a weak spot in the veil between worlds and performing a ritual to break it open.
Two Sleepers of differing blood types must find and gather together the claw of a large beast, a silver bowl, a piece of rubble, and a single red rose. Roses are hard to come by in this alternate world, but there is a small garden that grows in one of the churches. It requires sneaking around the cult members in order to obtain and they will attack anyone they find trying to cut the rose from the bushes. Once these object are found, the Sleepers must bring them to the area that would have been known as Sleepytown in the original Trench. Here, it is now a vast, open wasteland, with smoke rising from the crack in the ground, and a never ending fire burning beneath the ground. The faint sounds of screaming can be heard under the ground, but there isn't any way to determine if they're real or simply echoes from the past.
The claw can be ground down with the piece of rubble inside the silver bowl. The rose petals should be carefully plucked and placed on top of the claw. Finally, each Sleeper must cut themselves, and add equal amounts of blood until it begins to thicken. It doesn't take much, the magic working quickly to turn the mixture into a substance almost like slime. Each Sleeper must dip their hands in the slime and spread it onto the chest of the other, right above where the heart would be located. If the Sleeper has their heart located in a different area of their body than normal, then the slime must be spread there instead. Once this is complete, it will feel like acid burning against the skin, before it glows brightly. The lights will join together, forming a laser like beam that will then slice a hole in the air in front of them.
This hole will show the original Trench on the other side. It will only remain open for a few moments before closing up again. Sleepers must jump through the hole together in order to return to Trench. If the ritual fails, they will have to wait three days to try again, and will have to find a way to continue to survive in this alternate world. If it succeeds, the Sleepers will find themselves in the original Sleepytown, and will be able to return to Trench from there.
Bringing up the alternate universe, the ritual, or even Riteoir will put the locals on edge and they will quickly close the door of their shop or turn their backs on anyone who tries. Apparently this is a touchy subject that they'd rather ignore.
WHEN: September
WHERE: The Gaze
CONTENT WARNINGS: N/A
WHERE: The Gaze
CONTENT WARNINGS: N/A
The Never Mind believes in knowledge and learning above all else. He can be found beckoning many towards the Gaze, encouraging them to attend the School of Mutter or visit the Archives to expand their knowledge. His ravens will try to guide people here as well and many Sleepers will start to feel a compulsion to follow.
There's talk of a prize being given by the Never Mind himself for those who learn something new while inside the Gaze. A bracelet shaped like golden wheat that can rid a small patch of land (roughly 4 square feet) completely of pollution, allowing the area to properly grow a small amount of plants. In Trench, this is almost as priceless as the gold itself, and so many are quick to encourage anyone to go and get one for themselves.
People can't just learn anything, though. When Sleepers arrive in the Gaze to claim their prize, they will be given a specific task: get to know someone new. There's no wiggle room for interpretation in the words. The only way to obtain the bracelet is for a Sleeper to talk to another person that they have never spoken to before. Casual small talk won't earn them this prize either. Sleepers must dive into a deep conversation that forces them to truly learn about the other person. It can be about their feelings, their past, their hopes and dreams... So long as it's something that they truly learn about the other and should, ideally, no longer make them feel like a stranger.
Bracelets will appear magically on the writs of each Sleeper once their conversation ends, so long as the criteria is met. Happy gardening!
There's talk of a prize being given by the Never Mind himself for those who learn something new while inside the Gaze. A bracelet shaped like golden wheat that can rid a small patch of land (roughly 4 square feet) completely of pollution, allowing the area to properly grow a small amount of plants. In Trench, this is almost as priceless as the gold itself, and so many are quick to encourage anyone to go and get one for themselves.
People can't just learn anything, though. When Sleepers arrive in the Gaze to claim their prize, they will be given a specific task: get to know someone new. There's no wiggle room for interpretation in the words. The only way to obtain the bracelet is for a Sleeper to talk to another person that they have never spoken to before. Casual small talk won't earn them this prize either. Sleepers must dive into a deep conversation that forces them to truly learn about the other person. It can be about their feelings, their past, their hopes and dreams... So long as it's something that they truly learn about the other and should, ideally, no longer make them feel like a stranger.
Bracelets will appear magically on the writs of each Sleeper once their conversation ends, so long as the criteria is met. Happy gardening!
WHEN: Mid-to-Late September
WHERE: Trenchwood
CONTENT WARNINGS: Hunting themes, possible death, large beasts, descriptions of gore.
WHERE: Trenchwood
CONTENT WARNINGS: Hunting themes, possible death, large beasts, descriptions of gore.
An excerpt from Ancient Notable Beasts:
Sleepers who go near Trenchwood will hear the Bugge from the trees. Getting too close to the woods will cause the cycle of needing to track the Bugge to begin. It does not matter if the Sleeper leaves the woods after, the Bugge will be willing to stalk them into the city, and kill them in the streets if it is not found first. Killing the Bugge is the quickest and easiest option, but the Bugge can be healed by those willing to put in the work. If a Sleeper has the ability to see souls, they will notice that the beast seems to holds a presence similar to that of a fairly large bear. However, if healed, it will run off before the Sleepers can see its true form.
Unfortunately, those who choose to heal the Bugge will find that there are consequences. Where killing the Bugge brings about a more bountiful harvest, healing the Bugge causes the crops and other plants in the farming district to suffer and wilt. The local farmers will be furious if they find out who has chosen to heal over kill and will deny any further trade with the individual in the future, seeing them as a weak link in the natural balance of this world.
Those who choose to shed blood through September, whether the Bugge's or others, will find that the legend is honest about its impact on the earth during a blood moon: while it won't rid the ground of pollution, it seems to make life around it stronger and more durable. This includes not only the harvest but all life forms, including Sleepers.
The story goes that as the Blood Moon rises and the farmers begin to hope for a bountiful harvest, Trenchwood begins to hear the growls of the Bugge through the trees. One of the largest beasts to ever roam the lands, it seems to only plague the woods in the autumn months, just before the leaves begin to change their color. Legend has it that the blood shed by the Bugge falls onto the green leaves from summer and poisons them, changing their colors, and slowly killing them until they fall to the ground. The Bugge hunts and feeds on any who enter the forest, but particularly enjoys to devour those who have let corruption touch their souls.
Hunters try to bring down the Bugge every year, many losing their lives in the process. The creature stands as tall as the old pine trees, covered in gray fur, and has claws said to be sharp enough to slice through diamonds. Drool pours from its mouth, matting the fur along its jaw and chest, and dying it a deep, rusty brown. Looking into the eyes of the Bugge can make a person paralyzed with fear, forcing them to relive their worst fears, and some say even freezing them into solid ice if they do not break free quickly enough. It is said that it is most important to track the beast as quickly as possible, for if you do not hunt the Bugge first, than the Bugge will find its way behind you and hunt you instead.
No one has ever managed to truly put an end to the Bugge. Even when it is slain, the shrieks of the creature are heard again mere hours later, and more who go into the woods unprepared end up never returning. Despite the danger, the farmers do no wish to be rid of the Bugge as the Hunters do. The blood spilled by both the Bugge and the Hunters who attempt to slay it does not seem to pollute the ground as it does other times of year: instead, the Blood Moon shines brighter, and the crops for the September harvest become richer than they were before. The farmers see the Bugge not just as a necessary evil for good crops, but as a blessing, a reward for all their hard work during the year.
Sleepers who go near Trenchwood will hear the Bugge from the trees. Getting too close to the woods will cause the cycle of needing to track the Bugge to begin. It does not matter if the Sleeper leaves the woods after, the Bugge will be willing to stalk them into the city, and kill them in the streets if it is not found first. Killing the Bugge is the quickest and easiest option, but the Bugge can be healed by those willing to put in the work. If a Sleeper has the ability to see souls, they will notice that the beast seems to holds a presence similar to that of a fairly large bear. However, if healed, it will run off before the Sleepers can see its true form.
Unfortunately, those who choose to heal the Bugge will find that there are consequences. Where killing the Bugge brings about a more bountiful harvest, healing the Bugge causes the crops and other plants in the farming district to suffer and wilt. The local farmers will be furious if they find out who has chosen to heal over kill and will deny any further trade with the individual in the future, seeing them as a weak link in the natural balance of this world.
Those who choose to shed blood through September, whether the Bugge's or others, will find that the legend is honest about its impact on the earth during a blood moon: while it won't rid the ground of pollution, it seems to make life around it stronger and more durable. This includes not only the harvest but all life forms, including Sleepers.
— Michael
But as September begins to stretch out, he's poking his head out again, checking in on some faces he hasn't seen in a while. Michael's one of them — and Peter decides to literally check on him one chilly, rainy afternoon. He stops by the closest bakery first, picking up a couple of pumpkin muffins. He knows the demon doesn't need to eat, but he also knows Michael seems to like sampling human stuff.
It's really not like Peter to swing in on someone unannounced, but he knows Michael won't get mad at him for it? It's a kind of comfort, trust, that comes from knowing the guy for so long. This month marks a year for them both in this place, but of course, they knew each other before, too. A lot of loss has happened these past months, so many people returned to the sea. Peter's maybe finding himself afraid to lose Michael, too. And Paimon's certainly been raring to see him again, too. He made a miniature of him just the other day....
So it's some rare blend of both of them having the exact same goal as Peter and his own demonic passenger stand outside their friend's door in a comfortable sweater, a little wet from some light drizzle, but not drenched or anything. There's a bakery bag tucked in one arm and he uses the other to reach up and knock. )
Hey Michael, it's Peter. You in, dude?
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Oh, hey, Peter. What's up, man?
[He...well, he looks a little bit like shit? Perhaps not physically; death flu is a thing of the past, after all, and very little else really tends to hit Michael. But he feels like shit!]
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Peter's offering a smile as the door opens, eyes moving up that inch or so that Michael's got on him, but then he's pausing at the looks of him. Maybe part of it is more something he can feel, thanks to Paimon's Deeper Sensitivites. )
Hey, sorry to drop by unannounced like this. I was just, uh. Haven't seen you in awhile so I thought I'd come check in.
You doing okay?
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[He waves a hand dismissively. Peter's one of those people that Michael would talk to about this sort of thing, honestly. They're friends, and older ones too; it always feels different, with the few people left he knew in the old dream.
But like, dumping it on him right this second? Nah. He's still on the doorstep, for fuck's sake.]
It's fine. Come in! You're right, it has been a while.
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Seriously, I feel like I've been living under a rock the past few months. ( ...He already kind of lives like that, but. ) Shit's been so.... weird around here.
—Oh yeah, and I brought these. ( He holds up the bag from the bakery. ) You ever had pumpkin muffins before?
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[Michael leads the way over to the living room. It's not all that messy - really, until recently, he'd never spent a ton of time in the house. It's a little too quiet and isolated; if he's gonna hang out anywhere, he'd rather be in the shop, where people might walk in.
Now, though, it sort of looks like someone's had a nap on the couch? Michael picks up a blanket and pillow, tossing them aside.]
Oh! No, I haven't!
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But he's still looking unsure as he voices it aloud, looking pointedly to the couch. )
Do you uh... have someone over? I'm not interrupting anything, am I?
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[Like he doesn't even understand why this question's being asked.]
No, no one's here right now. Except Eleanor. [Who crawls up onto the couch next to him when he sits. No, she doesn't really fit.] Manabu's...somewhere, and Vyng and Tuck and them are still at the farm or something.
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Oh. You just crashing on the couch, then? I do that sometimes.
( It's conversational, even if there's still something.... worried behind it all. Maybe he's just overly-sensitive to it lately, to anything that feels different at all about his friends, and Michael's usually just so... poised? It's hard to imagine him sleeping on a couch? )
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Oh! Uh - yeah. Got sick of my room, I guess...
[He spent way too long self-isolating in there when he was corrupting. He'll probably get over it eventually, especially if he does actually start sleeping on the regular, but for now he doesn't really want to spend even more time there.]
I've been sleeping lately. I guess it isn't literally the worst thing in the world.
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Wait— you don't normally sleep.
( Said like he's just now remembered such a fact, because he has! It takes Michael saying that to make Peter realise how weird it is that he'd be sleeping now. And of course Peter Graham is jumping to the worst conclusions. )
Oh shit, are you sick? Is it like, a blood thing?
( That wouldn't be too out there really; Luna went through a month where she couldn't get out of bed at all. And Peter knows he and Michael share the same type, but it can still manifest differently in people sometimes. )
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[Pretty sure he's not? He just - Michael sighs. It's sort of embarrassing to admit, but he trusts Peter.]
No, but I turned into a beast a couple weeks ago. Felt shitty ever since.
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( Hold the pumpkin muffins! Michael turned into a Beast?? Peter's looking stricken as he takes him in. His only direct experience with Beasthood was Luna, several months back, and that was.... horrible. It was horrible. Something he never ever wants to see happen again, but in this place, it feels like some persistently looming threat. )
Dude... I had no idea. Fuck. ( Guilt seeps in, slow and heavy. He hasn't been keeping up with people so well, here. He's been hiding away, and finding out weeks later that some of his friends have returned to the ocean, and sometimes he wonders if maybe he'd held onto them a little more tightly... )
What... happened to make you Beast out?
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Don't worry about it. I haven't exactly been spreading it around.
[It's embarrassing. He hates that as many people know about it as they do. Why'd it have to be so public?]
You know Vyng? We're friends, he and his family were living here for a while. A bunch of the locals got together and decided to burn him alive for...I don't know, a sacrifice to Mariana or something.
[He half-growls it. It doesn't matter to him what they were after. Even now, presumably not corrupted like before, he's still pissed off over that.]
I guess I freaked out at them. Pretty sure I would've done it anyway, but I...probably shouldn't have done it like that.
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Jesus Christ... is he okay...?
( There's a thick swallow at Michael's admission, and Peter can feel Paimon crackling beneath his skin, curious and concerned and interested all at once. Michael Beasted out... what was that like? )
Do you... remember it? Being a Beast.
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He hasn't been great, but I don't think it was because of that. Not entirely because of it. I don't know what exactly happened, but they didn't get him.
[The loss of sight was something different, Michael's pretty sure.
At the question, he shakes his head. It's disconcerting, for an immortal not used to his memory failing him, but the beasthood itself is nothing more than a few scattered impressions here and there. He knows what he looked like because others have told him. He knows what he did, because he knows what feelings led to it.]
Not really. A little bit here and there, but...it isn't very solid.
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Only he'd still seen glimpses of Luna in her Beast. Through the teeth and claws and the alien glow of her eyes, there were sometimes pieces to her behaviours that seemed like Luna, in ways. Somewhere inside, she was still there.
And he doesn't know what it's like for someone like Michael, being what he is. There's some discomforting curiosity in him that probably belongs to Paimon, wondering what form the other demon took. )
It was like that when Luna turned, too. She couldn't remember much. ( Empathy etches into Peter's features, a deep frown. )
Are you.... okay? ( Luna was pretty shaken by it for a long time after. )
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[He says automatically, and then rubs nervously at his leg.]
I mean, no, but - yeah, yeah. It's just...it's unnerving, you know? Losing control like that.
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Yeah. It uh... it sucks. ( Slowly, he reaches for the other muffin to start unwrapping it. ) I mean, I'm sure for a powerful otherworldly being like you, it's got to be... one of the worst things ever? Losing control. ( Because Michael's so used to having it. )
But I know what it's like to wake up later and realise you did a bunch of stuff you didn't mean to. Feels like something got... stolen from you.
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[Michael takes a bite of the muffin, chewing slowly to put off his reply. He speaks without thinking at times, but he's getting better at noticing when he's done so, at least. Like when he's complained to Peter about losing control.]
Oh, that's good. [...] Yeah. I, uh...that's part of why I always hated sleeping, you know? It's a weird period of time when you can't really do anything about anything that might happen. But, apparently that can help with corruption, so maybe I should've been doing it anyway. I just thought I had a handle on it, you know? The symptoms were different or something this time, I think.
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Peter slowly moves to sit down, drawing his own muffin into his lap. When he asks, it's gently; he's not trying to pry into Michael's business. This is... a weird subject, he knows. )
What does... Corruption do, to you? Since I know it's different for everyone.
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The first time, it was...well, it was a lot like the old days, when we'd all get hopped up on time and go to town on some humans. I couldn't sit still, I was just out there running around... [He waves a hand vaguely.] ...going after people. Grew some horns. A little cartoonish, actually.
[Paimon was there for a lot of that. But Michael knows the two don't share memories, and he doesn't see the good in pointing it out.]
This time I just hid in my room for a couple weeks not talking to anyone. I was just so mad about how shitty everyone else was being, and I - I didn't want to deal with anybody. [...] Spent a weird amount of time cleaning, actually.
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It's different for me, too. The first time was one way, the second time was another. I guess that's part of how this... fucking place works. ( It seems almost designed to keep throwing you off your game. When you think you know the ways you can become a monster, it shows you new ones. )
But yeah... sleep'll probably help. There's stuff like meditation, too. Lately I'm playing video games again. ( Little ways to try to stave it off. )
Being alone is like the worst thing for it, I think. Which sucks when all you want to do is be alone. ( Like, he gets it. Plenty of times Peter's tried to hole himself away. But Luna always makes sure he can't stay alone too long. )
...You ever try weed?
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[Trust him - Michael knows the shape of a torture when he sees it. You can get accustomed to basically anything, given enough time; there has to be variety. But, of course, he's not gonna say it out loud like that.]
I've never understood meditation. It's like sleeping, but you have to be awake and bored the whole time. [Not his bag. He lights up about the drugs, though!] Oh! Yes, I have - the Good Place makes really great weed. And now that I'm in charge, no problem with it.
[He actually doesn't know if the angels made it illegal or not? But he was really worried about that for a little while.]
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Dude, if you ever want some here, I've got plenty. ( Though, maybe Michael can just... conjure his own? Can he do that? Either way, why couldn't Peter's demon be as cool as Michael? He smokes weed. )
It totally helps with Corruption shit, and if you ever want company...
( Peter absolutely doesn't mind offering some companionable smoky times. In fact, it'd be nice to do it with other people again, the way he used to with Henry. )
You know, try to help keep each other un-Corrupted.
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