sticksandbones

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Who: Allen + You!
What: Holy clown boy coming to a Grove near you!
When: Beginning of March
Where: ??? Around
Warnings: None yet, will be in headers as the pop up.

I. I've tasted all your sin (Forest entrance)

[ There is, perhaps, not a single person who would say arriving in the Grove isn't jarring. Some woke up here from their own slumber back home, and that is perhaps the smoothest transition you can get, even even that has yet to be graceful. For Allen, one moment he's holding the hand of his friend, trying to wake him up from what he could only assume was a horrific coma, and then next he's... here. His hand clasps in on itself, and he's suddenly looking around in a panic. He knew that the place he'd ended up may very well kick him out of his consciousness. May lend just the right amount of strength for Nea to pull him out of the "driver's seat", so to speak, but... is that what's happening now? Now, when he was so close to saving his friend?

No.

No, no, no.

The panic sets in as he darts from out of the trees, attempting to look for something, anything that might help him figure out how to get back. It's once he gets into the Grove proper that his eye activates. He has his own questions about that - if he's not in control, where is that coming from? What would his eye see... in his own head? Before he can ponder it for too long, he at least gets one of his answers. What does his eye see? Well.

Death.

It's the first time Allen's seeing souls not attached to something else, but Allen doesn't have time to process that part. Rather, he is trying to remember how to breathe again, because as of now, seeing the horrible visions in front of him - death of his friends, of those he loves, of a fire that isn't really there - all has the air he's trying to get out caught in his throat. It's only once his eye deactivates, the sclera turning from black to white and the red of his eye back to a silvery gray, does he finally have some kind of reprieve from the overwhelm. It's not much. The panic has only gotten worse, after all.

He falls to his knees, gasping for air as if he'd been held underwater for too long. ]

II. You've lost your appetite (for sacrifice) (Timcanpy, the Inn)

[ Timcanpy is a little golden golem. He is here! He isn't sure why he's here, but he is! How exciting! He's gonna...! He's...!!!

...

Where is this!!!!!!!!!! He is going to float out of the inn room he Spawned(tm) in and??? chew on the first person he sees. Hello. ]

III. How can we terminate this parasite (Around the Grove)

[ Fortunately, although the panic attack hits Allen like a train, the fact that he's so fucking hungry does as well. Which means... this is definitely his body. He's not stuck in his head. That's?? Good. Probably. Well, it's not good that he doesn't know where he is, but it's good he's still Him. Does this make sense? No. It doesn't. Fuck, he's SO hungry-

He will very hastily try to find the first person he can and catch their attention with a friendly wave of his normal-looking hand, and in a thick, British accent: ] Cheers! Uh, I have a lot of questions, but... most important, do you know where a bloke might find some food? Preferably, a lot of it?

...

Oh, also, what is that? [ He's, uh, pointing at Moder. ]

IV. If you keep digging up the Host? (Wildcard)
HMU if you wanna do something else pls I have such a strong muse for my baby boy I'm gonna be SO annoying-

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Oh? Till what? [ He teases. As in. “Until”. He’s so funny and original and no one has ever made this joke before—

He laughs, shaking his hand a moment before he pulls back. ] Kidding, mate. It’s nice meeting you. Um. So, how long have you… been here?

[Normally, Till might get mad at someone making fun of his name, but most of the time people just look like he's grown a second head when he tells them what it is. He feels his face heat up a little just as Allen takes his hand back, pulling the scarf up a little more over his mouth so Allen can't see the way his lips quirk in a funny sort of way.]

A...a while. It's been...it's been...

[He stops to think....then his eyes widen as the realization hits him.]

...it's been a year.

[ Allen catches that dawning realization too easily and hops on damage control impressively fast. ]

I’m sure you know of all the good eats, then! Come on, I certainly cook like a man, so it won’t be elegant, but I can see about getting something made for the both of us~

[ He waves Till to come with. ]

I just got here, but it sounds like I’ll be here a while. So, um, might be trying to get to know people while I’m at it, right? Wanna play a game? It’s one of those silly ice breaker games they do in group settings, but I’ve always enjoyed those.

[This guy...he's so energetic. Shouldn't he be freaked the hell out? He knows he sure was...

But he's also learned that some people are just like this. But it's not always naturally who they are. More often than not, they're hiding how they're really feeling.

Regardless, he'll follow...though he wasn't expecting Allen to keep talking.]

A game? Uh...it's not gonna be "spin the bottle", is it?

[ WH

THE WAY ALLEN JUST BLUSHES INSTANTLY??? HELLO- ] Good heavens, no??? In what world is that an ice breaker game, Till?! You can't play that with just two people, anyway! That's just a DATE at that point???

[OH OKAY WELL NOW TILL IS BLUSHING TOO]

I-I don't know! It's the only game I've played like that! I didn't know there was anything else!!!

[And what do you MEAN it's a date!??!]

Th- Wh... The only game you've played is a bloody game where the goal is to kiss other people?! Are you... okay????

No, no, an ice breaker game is a game you play to get to know another person. Like twenty questions, never have I ever, two truths and a lie, or would you rather! Those are ice breaker games.

It wasn't my idea! They were playing it at the bar a couple months ago!

[Till is RED. He wants to die, just strangle him with his scarf Allen it will be easier that way.]

Just- fine, whatever, forget it- let's do that one!

Hey, hey, it's alright! I'm not judging or anything like that. Kissing people can be fun! Probably? I mean, I wouldn't know, I only ever had one kiss and it was kinda forced on me, haha...

Point being: I didn't mean to upset you. Sorry.

...it's fine.

[He figures Allen is going to ask questions, or otherwise think he's some kind of...weird freak, so he decides to clarify before it can come to that.]

I don't know a lot of "normal human" stuff.

[ Goddamn lotta those around here, huh? ]

That's alright, too! Now that I know, feel free to ask questions if I get too ahead of myself with things. I don't really register what "normal human stuff" is, but I'll be happy to explain!

Am I allowed to ask why... you don't know a lot of that kind of stuff? You can say no, and I'll move on to something else, no worries.

...what was that one you mentioned? Twenty questions?

[If they're going to do something like that, then Till is going to be answering questions he's asked regardless. It's not like everyone here doesn't already know it.

He'll just go first.]

Earth was invaded by Aliens where I'm from before I was born. I was taken from my Provider and "raised" by them, just like everybody else is.

[ Allen opens the doors to the inn and holds them open for Till to walk through, though it's clear from the look on Allen's face he is a little shellshocked. He doesn't... comment on it. Mostly because he figures whatever "that's rough" or "yikes" or "hey, what the fuck"s that Allen would bring up are likely things that Till has heard before. Especially with how on lock he had that explanation down.

Jesus fucking Christ??? ]

My... [ "condolences," but he stops himself. Deep breath. He starts heading into the kitchen. ] Then that's all the more reason to teach you that "normal human stuff" while you're here, then.

...

Your turn.

[Yeah don't worry, he knows it's fucked up! He's aware.]

Where are you from?

The planet is Earth, [ Which he's realizing is a thing he has to clarify, since, uh. Aliens- ] country is Britain, city is Eddystone. Year is... 1897? Last I checked, anyway. The last few months where I'm from have all been kinda melting together for me, haha... No parents to speak of. Not really, anyway.

Hopefully some of that means something to you, mate, but I can clarify anything if needed.

...Is that your natural hair color?

[Earth...a different Earth, then.]

I don't know much about how Earth used to be, so I wouldn't know. I have to assume it's the same.

[Or similar enough.]

Yeah. My Provider had the same color hair.

Is that your natural hair color?

"Provider"... I assumed that was like a patron of some kind, but now you're making it sound like your parent.

[ Allen is pulling out a few things to make something simple. He can cook, but only very basic shit. Things that a small child would learn how to make because they're hungry and scrounging for things that are accessible. Which means they're having tomatoes and pasta. No spices (except salt), no meat, no nothin' fancy because Allen would fear not cooking it long enough or fucking up the amount. ]

...Mh. No, but... yes? Complicated. The best answer I can give to that without getting into the weeds is that my hair color used to be a reddish brown, but... er... now it's like this. I can't dye my hair now, even if I wanted to. Won't stick. [ Allen isn't going to unpack that, thanks. He lulls his head from side to side. ]

You didn't sound very thrilled about your home. Do you want to go back?

[Parent...Provider. It's all the same thing, isn't it? The Segyein would sooner call them anything else if it meant dehumanizing them further.

Till has no reason to find that weird. Mizi has pink hair for God's sake and he always considered that to be a normal hair color, so Allen's being all silvery-white is just...normal, to him.

At that question, he answers quickly without hesitation:]

I'd rather die.

[...]

Why do you talk like that?

[You know. The Britishisms]

[ Noted!!! The swiftness of it gets the tiniest chuckle, at least. ]

Oh, my accent? Or, do I sound dated? [ He laughs. ] It's just because of where I grew up. Different parts of the world often have different languages, ways of talking, cultures, idioms - things like that. This is just how British people speak, because that's where I'm from.

Accent...

[He guesses that does make sense. Though everyone here speaks the same, universal language, the accents are THICK on some of them.]

Do I have an accent?

Yeah! Everyone has an accent. Or at least an inflection to their voice that can be identified akin to an accent. You might not realize it if you don't have like varying cultures or anything like that, but... I would say... even within something as small as friend groups or social circles you can develop "accents" to set yourself apart from others.

[ Like how the valley girl accent exists within gay culture- ]

Okay, um, do you have any hobbies?

[The question of hobbies causes Till to go silent, just for a moment.]

I...like to draw. And I used to be able to write and play music.

[ Woof. This guy has got it ROUGH, huh? ]

...Drawing is cool! I don't have the hand control for stuff like that! Always admired people who could! [ Doing his... best here... He's stirring the noodles and trying so hard- ]

[ :) ]

I uh...I like to spraypaint stuff. I haven't done it in a while though. [He should see if there are spray cans he can buy at the store. Hm.] I do have a sketchbook that I draw in, though.

...do you have any hobbies?

I like to eat food! [ Allen, ] Oh, and work out! And, I'm really good at juggling, and doing tricks! But mostly that first thing!!

I guess I'm also good at poker, but that's less of a hobby and more survival, haha.

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