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[ OPEN/CATCH-ALL ] we garner this poor hour of ease.
WHO: dextera, and others.
WHERE: the town.
WHEN: throughout november, labeled accordingly.
WHAT: some important prompts (following guren for a canon update), some not-so-important prompts (snow!), and eventually, possibly, quests.
WARNINGS: dextera’s existential despair is gonna be BIG in this post, plus definitely discussions of blood/gore (mostly for animals)!
i. LET IT SNOW (OPEN / PRIOR TO NOTICING NEW ARRIVALS)
[ when dextera wakes up the morning of the eighth, it seems that overnight the rain of the day before has turned to snow. he’s seen snow before, by now, but it didn’t stick the first time it fell. now, however, the ground is covered in an inch or two that’s getting a little thicker with every passing minute, and certainly with every passing hour.
dextera, true to form, is scrambling out of his room after catching a glimpse of the blinding white through the window, to go grab the chickens and usher them all inside their coop. it’s too cold for them! it’s also too cold for dextera, who forgot to put on his warm, protective coat, so he’s standing outside shivering trying to make sure that the chickens are safe. ]
ii. the suffering of christ (OPEN / AFTER THE NEW ARRIVALS)
a. [ dextera had followed guren into the woods. of course he had, of course, because guren had gotten up for seemingly no reason and wandered in—responding to nothing at all. no matter how much dextera tugged at his arm or tried to stand in the way, guren kept moving on as a man possessed. what this meant, what this means, is that dextera stumbles out of the woods alone a few hours later, at some point when the dawn breaks over the horizon and reflects on the ever-growing pristine snow. blood of various origins stains the path behind him.
he looks bad. he looks like he’s been in there for days, even though he was ostensibly only gone a few hours—there’s blood down his shirt, on his mouth, his fingers, dried and fresh in equal measure. the tentative light in his eyes that’s been blooming these past few months is extinguished entirely, but that’s only visible for a moment before he goes face down into the snow and stays there. ]
b. [ over the next few days following the above incident, anyone who knows both dextera and guren, and possibly even people who don’t, are going to receive a desperate message from his hex code in their inbox. possibly more than one, possibly several. ]
Wheredid he go?
c. [ until guren’s return, dextera is going to be in his room. definitely crying, maybe not eating, but he’s not going to fight anyone who comes in to check on him. ]
iii. WILDCARD
( here is everything else! assuming that the mini-event doesn’t fuck me right up with the timing of this, anyone can respond to those first two, but if you’d like to do something else, something more specific, or quests, let me know by PM or at
pavaal! )
WHERE: the town.
WHEN: throughout november, labeled accordingly.
WHAT: some important prompts (following guren for a canon update), some not-so-important prompts (snow!), and eventually, possibly, quests.
WARNINGS: dextera’s existential despair is gonna be BIG in this post, plus definitely discussions of blood/gore (mostly for animals)!
[ when dextera wakes up the morning of the eighth, it seems that overnight the rain of the day before has turned to snow. he’s seen snow before, by now, but it didn’t stick the first time it fell. now, however, the ground is covered in an inch or two that’s getting a little thicker with every passing minute, and certainly with every passing hour.
dextera, true to form, is scrambling out of his room after catching a glimpse of the blinding white through the window, to go grab the chickens and usher them all inside their coop. it’s too cold for them! it’s also too cold for dextera, who forgot to put on his warm, protective coat, so he’s standing outside shivering trying to make sure that the chickens are safe. ]
a. [ dextera had followed guren into the woods. of course he had, of course, because guren had gotten up for seemingly no reason and wandered in—responding to nothing at all. no matter how much dextera tugged at his arm or tried to stand in the way, guren kept moving on as a man possessed. what this meant, what this means, is that dextera stumbles out of the woods alone a few hours later, at some point when the dawn breaks over the horizon and reflects on the ever-growing pristine snow. blood of various origins stains the path behind him.
he looks bad. he looks like he’s been in there for days, even though he was ostensibly only gone a few hours—there’s blood down his shirt, on his mouth, his fingers, dried and fresh in equal measure. the tentative light in his eyes that’s been blooming these past few months is extinguished entirely, but that’s only visible for a moment before he goes face down into the snow and stays there. ]
b. [ over the next few days following the above incident, anyone who knows both dextera and guren, and possibly even people who don’t, are going to receive a desperate message from his hex code in their inbox. possibly more than one, possibly several. ]
Wheredid he go?
c. [ until guren’s return, dextera is going to be in his room. definitely crying, maybe not eating, but he’s not going to fight anyone who comes in to check on him. ]
( here is everything else! assuming that the mini-event doesn’t fuck me right up with the timing of this, anyone can respond to those first two, but if you’d like to do something else, something more specific, or quests, let me know by PM or at
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[ they can look at guren’s house. that’s okay. maybe guren came home in the week that dextera was missing—but didn’t cairngorm say that they’d seen dextera only that morning? he squeezes his eyes shut against an impending headache, but he shakes his head. cairngorm doesn’t need to drag him. ]
Safe.
[ it’s okay to let go. probably. ]
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Alright. We'll look there first, then...
[ "First", as in, they're willing to look around a little more, at least, they are. They're not sure yet if Dextera should come along given his condition. Ruga isn't far from where they are, but they advance with a pace that will allow Dextera to keep up with them. ]
Are you sure you can walk?
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the combination is potent, and leaves him blinking blearily at cairngorm’s question. ]
…
[ he nods, slowly, but it’s possible he didn’t even understand it. ]
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I'll carry you if you start looking any worse. [ They slip their gloves off their hands, holding them out to him. They'd learned from Guren himself that humans wear these for warmth in the cold... ] Try not to use your hands much until we get there.
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dextera recognizes this kindness, distantly, but everything is just so buried in him right now that it’s hard to express any kind of gratitude for anything. cairngorm is actually something of an obstacle right now, but dextera is much moreso when his own body won’t move the way he needs it to.
a nod. ]
…
[ his hands are just a little too big for the gloves, but they do manage to cover his fingertips. that’s all he needed. ]
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Eventually, the pair come up on the entrance to Guren's house, and they slow their pace as they approach it, squinting. They're not a hundred percent sure this is Guren's place; Dextera knows better than them, probably, because it's not like they're ever really coming over. So they look inquisitively to him for some sign of affirmation that this is where they should enter, though they say nothing aloud. ]
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it’s a stupid, panicky thought, but it’s one that quickly seeds itself in dextera’s mind, and he takes a guilty step back. guren would never—and yet, what if he did? ]
You go.
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[ They blurt out, obviously surprised by this turn of events. ]
No. I'm not going in there by myself. You're the one who said you wanted to come here. [ Not to mention that it's weird if they go inside on their own, considering they're not that close to Guren or anyone else in that house. What if someone thinks they're breaking in?? They huff, taking a step back with him to try and catch him by the elbow. ] Come on. You have to go inside, even if it's just to... get less cold.
[ That'd probably be what Guren would want anyway, right? ]
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…
[ like a petulant child, he shakes his head. ]
Changed my mind. Forest.
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[ They're simply not going to have this. They let him off the hook the first time, but now they won't— if they have to drag him inside, they will. And so, they make a grab for him again, seeming more mad now than the silent worry they'd had before. ]
You're being a fool. I already told you you're not going back there, so don't screw around with me.