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logsinthenight2019-10-29 12:31 am
savingthrows) wrote in logsinthenight2019-10-29 12:31 am
Play, My Darling, Play
characters: Eleven and You (ota with some closed options)
location: Around the Town
date/time: October 30th - November 1st
content: Lose Your Soul event catch-all
warnings: some references to body horror and resulting scars, potential mentions of child abuse/neglect and human experiments, potential telekinesis fuelled temper tantrum
➣ A - October 30th: At The Play
[ After the harrowing encounter with the Baubledook, Eleven has been a little more withdrawn in the latter half of October. Certainly not unresponsive to messages or hidden away completely, she's been seen less venturing out and about Beacon. The preparations for the play have drawn her out, though, and it seems a certain excitement is settling into her even at the prospect of attending.
She hangs a little to the outskirts of town square, occasionally nervously tugging at the blue hairband around her wrist as she watches a crowd slowly form. Unsure of crowds perhaps, and of the people within it she doesn't know. She worries her lips a little, gets up on tiptoes and looks for people she knows, who will get a small, shy wave. Other people she will not ignore, but watch a little more warily perhaps.
Notable: The aforementioned encounter with the Baubledook has left gashes in her throat. They've already healed over in the form of fresh, pink scar tissue. Those are marks she'll bear from now on.
She does venture closer, after a while, as if still deciding between wanting to find herself a seat, and stay on the outskirts of town square and watch form there. She bumps into someone, and is halfway through apologizing when the stage once again distracts her. Wide brown eyes up, she looks at whomever she bumped into a little sheepishly. ]
I've never... seen a play. Have you?
[ If during the play you happen to sit next to her, you'll find her a very engaged audience member, gasping, and giggling and being hopelessly confused at the appropriate moments. At a spooky moment, she might even latch onto your arm and peer around it to the stage. ]
➣ B1 - October 31st: Trick or Treat
[ Aziraphale has kindly organized trick or treating for Eleven. And between the plague doctor inspired, beak shaped cone she wears over her nose and mouth and an ugly, feathered poncho she picked up from the general store that is so oversized she's hopelessly drowning in it, Eleven even wears something mildly resembling a bird costume.
Kind of.
Not really.
She is a child, leave her alone.
The little bird does go well with Aziraphale's cat ear and whiskers, though.
At any rate, in Aziraphale's company, she goes from door to door at the Independance and in the village, offering a somewhat shy and unsure: ]
Trick... or treat?
[ to whoever opens the door. If you pick trick, she will give you a judgmental look and hand you a folded piece of paper. In bad handwriting and plan pencil, it reads "Trick". There seems to be more writing on the inside...
If you pick treat and give her candy or something else (either provided by yourself, or generously donated by Aziraphale before bringing Eleven over), she will smile - you can't see her mouth under the cone, but her eyes crinkle in the obvious way. She will thank you for the treat and hand you a folded piece of paper. In bad handwriting
but glittering, bright colour, it reads "Treat". There seems to be more writing on the inside... ]
➣ B2 - October 31st: Lose Your Soul
ooc: Closed to 1st responder, see plotting here.
[ The night is winding down. Eleven has the beak-shaped plague doctor cone pushed up onto her head - looking like a misshapen horn there, truth be told, and a bucket full of treats. It's been a good night for her, she's clearly happy. She's wandered away from Aziraphale while he thanks the last person on their trick or treat tour, when it happens.
A few of the spirits that were putting on a play slip close to her. With her right hand firmly holding the bucket and her visibly contemplating if she should start in on the treats or wait for Aziraphale, Eleven's left hand dangles idly. The spirit sees its chance, springs close and snatches at the blue hair tie around her left wrist, before immediately shooting off into the darkness. Another spirit jumps up, clambers up her shoulder and pulls the plague doctor cone right off her head.
Eleven screams, but both spirits rush off before she can fend them off - and it takes her a precious second or two to realize what happened. When she sees her naked wrist, though, she drops the bucket of treats and goes tearing off into the dark after the spirit that took the hair tie, lantern swaying wildly where it's tied around her waist. Behind her, the spirit that took the plague doctor cone, not being pursued as it is, also snatches up the bucket of candy. Eleven is unaware, eyes on the spirit that took the hair tie, calling out loudly: ]
Stop! STOP it!
➣ C - October 31st/November 1st: Lost and Found
ooc: Closed to Nancy Wheeler
[ Eleven's spent the evening with Aziraphale on an impromptu trick or treat tour the residents of Beacon kindly put together for her. It would therefore be reasonable to assume she'd return late with much candy and in good spirits.
Instead, the door bangs open. Eleven stalks back into the cabin and waves her arm, the door slamming shut loudly behind her. Someone... is very obviously in a mood, if the foul expression on her face is anything to go by. She's still wearing the ugly poncho that made up one half of her bird costume for trick or treating, but is missing both the plague doctor cone and any sign of candy. When she notices Nancy, Eleven quite loudly declares: ]
Stupid. This place is stupid!
[ There's a tremor to her voice, though - not just pure anger, but something boiling under it. ]
➣ D - November 1st: Finder's Keepers?
ooc: Feel free to hit up the plotting post to either find the bucket full of candy or the plague doctor cone in the church on November 1st... and hit me up here if you want to return either ;)
location: Around the Town
date/time: October 30th - November 1st
content: Lose Your Soul event catch-all
warnings: some references to body horror and resulting scars, potential mentions of child abuse/neglect and human experiments, potential telekinesis fuelled temper tantrum
➣ A - October 30th: At The Play
[ After the harrowing encounter with the Baubledook, Eleven has been a little more withdrawn in the latter half of October. Certainly not unresponsive to messages or hidden away completely, she's been seen less venturing out and about Beacon. The preparations for the play have drawn her out, though, and it seems a certain excitement is settling into her even at the prospect of attending.
She hangs a little to the outskirts of town square, occasionally nervously tugging at the blue hairband around her wrist as she watches a crowd slowly form. Unsure of crowds perhaps, and of the people within it she doesn't know. She worries her lips a little, gets up on tiptoes and looks for people she knows, who will get a small, shy wave. Other people she will not ignore, but watch a little more warily perhaps.
Notable: The aforementioned encounter with the Baubledook has left gashes in her throat. They've already healed over in the form of fresh, pink scar tissue. Those are marks she'll bear from now on.
She does venture closer, after a while, as if still deciding between wanting to find herself a seat, and stay on the outskirts of town square and watch form there. She bumps into someone, and is halfway through apologizing when the stage once again distracts her. Wide brown eyes up, she looks at whomever she bumped into a little sheepishly. ]
I've never... seen a play. Have you?
[ If during the play you happen to sit next to her, you'll find her a very engaged audience member, gasping, and giggling and being hopelessly confused at the appropriate moments. At a spooky moment, she might even latch onto your arm and peer around it to the stage. ]
➣ B1 - October 31st: Trick or Treat
[ Aziraphale has kindly organized trick or treating for Eleven. And between the plague doctor inspired, beak shaped cone she wears over her nose and mouth and an ugly, feathered poncho she picked up from the general store that is so oversized she's hopelessly drowning in it, Eleven even wears something mildly resembling a bird costume.
Kind of.
Not really.
She is a child, leave her alone.
The little bird does go well with Aziraphale's cat ear and whiskers, though.
At any rate, in Aziraphale's company, she goes from door to door at the Independance and in the village, offering a somewhat shy and unsure: ]
Trick... or treat?
[ to whoever opens the door. If you pick trick, she will give you a judgmental look and hand you a folded piece of paper. In bad handwriting and plan pencil, it reads "Trick". There seems to be more writing on the inside...
If you pick treat and give her candy or something else (either provided by yourself, or generously donated by Aziraphale before bringing Eleven over), she will smile - you can't see her mouth under the cone, but her eyes crinkle in the obvious way. She will thank you for the treat and hand you a folded piece of paper. In bad handwriting
but glittering, bright colour, it reads "Treat". There seems to be more writing on the inside... ]
➣ B2 - October 31st: Lose Your Soul
ooc: Closed to 1st responder, see plotting here.
[ The night is winding down. Eleven has the beak-shaped plague doctor cone pushed up onto her head - looking like a misshapen horn there, truth be told, and a bucket full of treats. It's been a good night for her, she's clearly happy. She's wandered away from Aziraphale while he thanks the last person on their trick or treat tour, when it happens.
A few of the spirits that were putting on a play slip close to her. With her right hand firmly holding the bucket and her visibly contemplating if she should start in on the treats or wait for Aziraphale, Eleven's left hand dangles idly. The spirit sees its chance, springs close and snatches at the blue hair tie around her left wrist, before immediately shooting off into the darkness. Another spirit jumps up, clambers up her shoulder and pulls the plague doctor cone right off her head.
Eleven screams, but both spirits rush off before she can fend them off - and it takes her a precious second or two to realize what happened. When she sees her naked wrist, though, she drops the bucket of treats and goes tearing off into the dark after the spirit that took the hair tie, lantern swaying wildly where it's tied around her waist. Behind her, the spirit that took the plague doctor cone, not being pursued as it is, also snatches up the bucket of candy. Eleven is unaware, eyes on the spirit that took the hair tie, calling out loudly: ]
Stop! STOP it!
➣ C - October 31st/November 1st: Lost and Found
ooc: Closed to Nancy Wheeler
[ Eleven's spent the evening with Aziraphale on an impromptu trick or treat tour the residents of Beacon kindly put together for her. It would therefore be reasonable to assume she'd return late with much candy and in good spirits.
Instead, the door bangs open. Eleven stalks back into the cabin and waves her arm, the door slamming shut loudly behind her. Someone... is very obviously in a mood, if the foul expression on her face is anything to go by. She's still wearing the ugly poncho that made up one half of her bird costume for trick or treating, but is missing both the plague doctor cone and any sign of candy. When she notices Nancy, Eleven quite loudly declares: ]
Stupid. This place is stupid!
[ There's a tremor to her voice, though - not just pure anger, but something boiling under it. ]
➣ D - November 1st: Finder's Keepers?
ooc: Feel free to hit up the plotting post to either find the bucket full of candy or the plague doctor cone in the church on November 1st... and hit me up here if you want to return either ;)
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but she listens to the rest of it before asking anything, nodding, and then her eyes follow where el is holding her wrist, and oh. ]
Oh. [ no, nancy doesn't know the full sentimental value of that hair tie, she just knows that hopper wore it around his wrist for as long as she's known him ( she's observant, okay ) and then el started wearing it, so if nothing else, it was a reminder of him. that's enough context for her to understand why she's so upset ] Hey, it's - I heard -
[ okay, she needs to be reassuring here, not pulling at straws. she doesn't want el to think she's just placating her ]
People have said that the spirits aren't necessarily bad. Maybe they just thought it was a game. [ she holds up a hand ] A stupid game, obviously, but still. When I first got here, someone gave me an ocarina - a musical instrument? - that apparently I can use to communicate with them. Maybe we can try using it to find the one that took your hair tie.
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The hair tie is important. Eleven traces her finger over her wrist - not the tattoo, just the skin the fabric usually sits on.
She wants to be in a different cabin, wants to stack eggos with whipped cream and sprinkles, and play board games and watch Miami Vice, and take Mike back and look at pretty boys in magazines with Max and pretend once again that here's nothing more pressing to think about in life than to wonder if she'll ever be as pretty as Nancy, or half as clever for that matter.
They're here though, and none of these questions matter here.]
Ocarina. Instrument.
[ Because even when she's despairing and only just hanging on, Eleven latches on to words to claim and learn and make hers. ]
Yes. I want to... try.
[ It's not quite hope hat immediately blooms in her, but at least trying will distract Eleven from sadness for a while or two. ]
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[ she slowly moves to stand, lifting up on her toes to stretch before she looks to el again ]
I'm kind of craving a grilled cheese sandwich - I can make two?
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[ To the sandwich, that is, not to 'Did you eat before?'.
Eleven isn't the most communicative and verbal, but Nancy knows this, and Nancy is sharp. Eleven isn't that hard to read and understand if you've spent some time with her and her communication quirks.
For now, she rubs the naked skin on her wrist a little.
Eleven is quite until food is ready, and then ends up just staring at it. ]
Nancy, do. Do you think.
[ Eleven takes a breath that feels like lead in her lungs. ]
Do you think... they're okay?
[ Hopper. Mike. Jonathan. Everyone. ]
AH IM SO SORRY I THOUGHT I REPLIED TO THIS
she's also noticing pretty quickly that eleven doesn't seem that interested in actually eating said sandwich. she's just about to offer to make her something else when she asks her that question ]
I think-
[ ... hm. ]
I think the fact that they're not here with us is a good sign that they're okay. Right? It means maybe the plan worked.