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voidtreckerexpress2021-03-04 09:00 pm
helborn) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2021-03-04 09:00 pm
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peer over the edge; [Open]
Who: Casper and whoever finds him!
Where: All around the train.
When: Kazoo, between platform and mission. Let me know if there's a specific time you need for a thread.
What: Casper's settling into train life... with one exception.
Warnings: Second prompt deals with a PTSD-related panic attack, please mind the warnings.
[Kitchen]
Casper's a semi-decent cook. He got used to making food just appear in Liminal Space, but there's always been something nice about combining ingredients yourself to make something. He's working on a big batch of the bolognese, cooking the veggies and checking the meat to make sure it's done all the way.
Bob sits on a stool nearby, looking like he's supervising. He looks a little awkward, perched there, but it's better than potentially clawing the counter. There's a lot of waiting with this recipe though, so it's easy to catch him doing nothing and staring off into space.
[Stores] [CW: panic attack, PTSD, flashbacks to sexual assault]
With that dish done, Casper heads into the stores to see what he can make from the rest of the stuff that's around. He shifts something aside and freezes, looking at the shelf.
It's not a crab, he knows it's not, but the legs... the crawling thing that lives in the ocean... but he still drops the sesame oil he was holding as he stumbles back, falling down as he keeps staring at the prawns on the shelf. Bob rushes over and tries to shove the door closed with his head and body, but it's too heavy. Not knowing what else to do he flies over to the door that leads to the rest of the train, 'screaming' as loud as he can.
[Library]
Well that was a disaster. Casper flees to the area he'd always loved growing up - the library. He finished the fairy tale book he checked out before so he returns that one before poking around the library.
"There's... a lot of non-fiction, huh?" Bob caws from a nearby bookshelf, and Casper sighs. "Let's see if we can find another folklore book..."
[Training Gym]
Once the training gym is clear, Casper slips inside. He lines up a row of four dummies, but doesn't hit them for a bit. He swings a baseball bat around, does some punches and kicks, and does some quite impressive leaps, going a good six feet without breaking a sweat. Eventually he looks to Bob.
"Ready?" The bird caws and Casper's appearance shifts slightly, his hair suddenly much neater and some more of the baby fat gone from his cheeks. He's a few inches taller as well. He's also wearing a dark robe with dark lining that shimmers gold as he practically disappears from view, becoming a blur as he punches through two of the dummies before jumping back, reverting to his normal form and lifting a hand. As he brings it down, hail starts pounding down on the dummies, the whole area becoming covered in snow and sleet.
"... Whoops." Those dummies don't look so good, and it'll take a little bit for it to go back to normal.
[Woof]
A large husky is trotting down the halls of the train. How did it open the doors? How did it get on the train? Who owns it? It's unclear. He has scarring on the back of one of his legs and is slightly greying, but he's large and if he sees anyone who looks sad he will lie down near them.
[Wildcard]
[Want to find him somewhere else? Go ahead!]
Where: All around the train.
When: Kazoo, between platform and mission. Let me know if there's a specific time you need for a thread.
What: Casper's settling into train life... with one exception.
Warnings: Second prompt deals with a PTSD-related panic attack, please mind the warnings.
[Kitchen]
Casper's a semi-decent cook. He got used to making food just appear in Liminal Space, but there's always been something nice about combining ingredients yourself to make something. He's working on a big batch of the bolognese, cooking the veggies and checking the meat to make sure it's done all the way.
Bob sits on a stool nearby, looking like he's supervising. He looks a little awkward, perched there, but it's better than potentially clawing the counter. There's a lot of waiting with this recipe though, so it's easy to catch him doing nothing and staring off into space.
[Stores] [CW: panic attack, PTSD, flashbacks to sexual assault]
With that dish done, Casper heads into the stores to see what he can make from the rest of the stuff that's around. He shifts something aside and freezes, looking at the shelf.
It's not a crab, he knows it's not, but the legs... the crawling thing that lives in the ocean... but he still drops the sesame oil he was holding as he stumbles back, falling down as he keeps staring at the prawns on the shelf. Bob rushes over and tries to shove the door closed with his head and body, but it's too heavy. Not knowing what else to do he flies over to the door that leads to the rest of the train, 'screaming' as loud as he can.
[Library]
Well that was a disaster. Casper flees to the area he'd always loved growing up - the library. He finished the fairy tale book he checked out before so he returns that one before poking around the library.
"There's... a lot of non-fiction, huh?" Bob caws from a nearby bookshelf, and Casper sighs. "Let's see if we can find another folklore book..."
[Training Gym]
Once the training gym is clear, Casper slips inside. He lines up a row of four dummies, but doesn't hit them for a bit. He swings a baseball bat around, does some punches and kicks, and does some quite impressive leaps, going a good six feet without breaking a sweat. Eventually he looks to Bob.
"Ready?" The bird caws and Casper's appearance shifts slightly, his hair suddenly much neater and some more of the baby fat gone from his cheeks. He's a few inches taller as well. He's also wearing a dark robe with dark lining that shimmers gold as he practically disappears from view, becoming a blur as he punches through two of the dummies before jumping back, reverting to his normal form and lifting a hand. As he brings it down, hail starts pounding down on the dummies, the whole area becoming covered in snow and sleet.
"... Whoops." Those dummies don't look so good, and it'll take a little bit for it to go back to normal.
[Woof]
A large husky is trotting down the halls of the train. How did it open the doors? How did it get on the train? Who owns it? It's unclear. He has scarring on the back of one of his legs and is slightly greying, but he's large and if he sees anyone who looks sad he will lie down near them.
[Wildcard]
[Want to find him somewhere else? Go ahead!]
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