open!

[crimebaby]

Who: livio and YOU
Where: everywhere
When: october
What: october catchall!

Warnings: embarrassing

Comments

anywhere - snow;

[crimebaby]

[ rain is still a novel concept to livio, despite the fact that he's experienced it tens and twenties of times now. everytime it rains, he has the same reaction: to stand in it, still and quiet, just enjoying the sensation of water coming down from the sky, landing on his head and hands. he takes his hat off for it, too ]

[ but this time, there's something particular about the "rain" -- it's cold, it's white, and it's..... solid? hello??? ]

[ he catches a snowflake in his bare hands, recoils, and looks at the closest person -- you! ]

What happened to the rain?! It wasn't like this before!

[ america, explain ]

[vecna]

[america, aka henry creel, is here to explain]

It's snow. Frozen rain.

[Hi, remember him? Henry's mood seems to have returned to normal, though perhaps his expression is a little harder to discern because he has the hood of his jacket pulled up all the way, the pull strings tightened to keep the warmth in. His cheeks and tip of his nose have tinged pink. It's not bitterly cold yet, but it's clear that Henry does not like the chill very much at all.]

Doesn't it snow where you're from?

[Granted, it has been quite a while since he's seen it, too.]

diffusion zone - suppertime.mp3;

[crimebaby]

[ you are likely minding your own business, maybe checking out the diffusion zones, maybe just looking to get away from panorama. it's a beautiful day, nice and sunny out. very quiet. one could get used to this.... ]

[ suddenly, a dust cloud appears -- or rather, a human running fastly and kicking up dust. it's livio! he's running right towards you!! ]

Sorry, can ya please move?!

[ he's trying to be polite but hollering with a real sense of urgency here. on his tail are...... ]

[ orchids. ]

[ orchids with little legs and ... teeth?! a small army of them are chasing behind him, nipping at his heels. if they get too close to you, they'll nip at you too, and they've got quite a bite ]

[ just another normal day in diadem ]

[ordimame]

[despite having heard of the diffusion zones-- first from Yom Crook, then whispered between the more weathered citizens of Panorama-- Edamura still doesn't know too much about them. he understands that he apparently arrived on this strange planet though one. he gets that the scenery within supposedly shifts and morphs like these zones are a bunch of sci fi portals to various dimensions. but even so? he has yet to actually see them in action]

[. . . probably because he has spent his first few weeks sticking close to the city, trying to scrounge up enough pocket change to afford lodgings beyond the front seat of his rickety truck. but that is neither here nor there!]

[today marks the first time that Edamura has decided to venture back out into the Fringes, both because he wants to know what is out there. . . annnnd because the recently awakened travel fiend within him cannot stand being in one place for too long. today marks his very first encounter with the dynamic phenomenon that first plucked him from his home world and dumped him on a strange planet with nothing more than the clothes on his back and a few useless foreign bills in his pocket]

[today marks the very first time he has ever seen an orchid with teeth]

What the--

[this is what he gets for letting his curiosity get the better of him. for investigating a strange, mysterious flower shop stranded in the middle of nowhere. the only thing that keeps him from turning tail and immediately bolting is the fact that Livio is now a familiar face! and also, he. uh. seems like he could use some help]

[. . . Edamura has a rusty wrench!! for the maintenance of his vehicle! he snatches it from his pocket and holds it up high, gaze flickering uncertainly between the horde of orchids and Livio and back again]

[then he decides a rusted wrench is completely useless against an army of man-eating flowers and just. grabs at Livio's sleeve once he is close enough so they can bolt TOGETHER]

-- I'm moving! Maybe we shoulder both move faster!!!

panorama - cider fest;

[crimebaby]

[ livio's taken surprisingly well to cider. it's not (always) alcoholic, it's tasty, it packs a good punch, and so he's managed to get his card stamped.... quite a few times. ]

[ so, he's gotten a few little trinkets. a rubber dinosaur, and some hairclips. ]

Excuse me...

[ his hair is technically long enough for hairclips, but he's not going to think to use them on himself. instead, he flags you down, tapping you on the shoulder ]

Would ya like one of these?

[ he has no use for them, after all ]

clinic;

[crimebaby]

[ it's a madhouse today, thanks to a certain incident. ]

[ you might catch livio delivering notices like the little paper boy that he is. or, if you've come by the clinic itself, you'll notice him acting as a human porter, ferrying the sick -- he's got one in his arms and one hanging off his back, which looks comical, all things considered ]

Are ya here to help?

[ because they could definitely need it. or maybe you're sick yourself and need a hand from him. but if not, while livio is looking all serious and cool talking to you, the one in his arms.... sneezes on him and gets snot all over his arms ]

[ moment ruined ]

Ewww....

[ the closest he's ever acted to his actual age ]

[fixateur]

[ …Did he miss a memo?

If it’s not apparent from the look on Harry’s face, someone didn't glean from the paper notices circulating in town before making a stop at the clinic. A cacophony of sickly noises resonates from all corners of the facility. You would think there’s a food poisoning outbreak. Staff members are rushing from room to room, trying to calm the chaotic state of affairs.

He doesn’t quite hear Livio call his attention the first time. Down the hall, Harry hears a miserable groan followed by a series of phlegmy coughs. A sign that he ought to duck out and come back another time. ]

Actually, I had a follow-up with one of the —

[ That’s when the poor guy gets sneezed on, arms full of snot. His head turns to see if any of the other staffers could help Livio. Where’s a volunteer when you need one? ]

...medics here. But I see you’ve got your hands full. [ Pun not intented??? ] Are you the only one out here?

[ At least another pair of hands to wipe the snot swimming between your elbows. ]

wildcarding a bit

[longtooth]

[ Frankly, there isn't a whole lot that Fern can do at the actual clinic, other than delivering supplies and escorting patients. She does her work on the forum post, which is the most typing she's done since she got here by a long shot, and as a result they have some volunteers ready to help.

But Adrian picks up on the fact that she's antsy, and when Livio arrives he suggests that the two of them set out together to visit some of the addresses of patients they've yet to be able to contact.

It's a potentially dangerous job. Not everyone might react well to people suddenly banging on their door with bad news, especially if they're vampires. It's reason enough to go as a pair.

They're coming up on the apartment in question, their first stop for the day, when Fern shoots Livio a glance. Despite his height, bulk, and overall rough look, there's a nervous energy about him that she can't quite decipher. ]

Did Adrian or anyone else at the clinic discuss any sort of payment with you?

wildcard;

[crimebaby]

[ comment here for a custom prompt or throw your own at me! other ideas and possibilities: fighting off raiders together, cleaning up rubble at kolliery, giving him a paper moon (how kawaii), pumpkin carving, or anything else! ]

david pumpkins time

[gamboler]

[ Thanks to a series of unexpected circumstances (in other words, Aventurine can't say no to a kind old woman with a few joolies to spare), Aventurine and Livio are hired to create some authentic decor for an old-fashioned restaurant by carving some pumpkins for their front window display. They don't have Halloween in space (prove me wrong, Hoyoverse), so this tradition is somewhat mystefying to Aventurine, even if he's heard of the likes of hollowing out produce before to house candles. It's the practice of carving a spooky face into it that's rather odd to him.

With a table lined with tools and several pumpkins before them, he rolls up his sleeves as he peers into a freshly cut-open pumpkin, full of seeds and guts and ready to be embalmed. The scent is ripe on the air, and he wrinkles his nose. ]

A rather gory affair, isn't it...

[ He reaches for a big spoon to begin his grisly work, but hesitates a moment. ]

Leave the guts to me after we're done. We'll make an even better profit.

[ ...He wants to make a soup... ]

Set after the Blood network

[godjr]

[from here]

[ After talking to Livio, Jack finds someone to cover him at the bowling alley, and he's off to the clinic. He is pretty popular at his work, so all it takes is his big hopeful eyes, and someone inevitably gives in when he is in his do-gooder state. He checks in at the clinic to see if there is anyone he can heal right now, but they're still working on the situation.

He perks up when he sees someone coming toward him carrying different drinks, and hopes that it's Livio. On the outside, Jack looks completely normal, but he did tell him that he's part human. Angels often appear human because their true forms exist on another plane of existence. With jeans and a flannel, he has a very casual and average look to him. His smile though is genuine.]

Hi, are you Livio?

more like wildflower card

[airdnd]

[ After their run-in last month, Sumina has been oddly absent. Though she'd spent her first month here as busy as a bee, taking every odd job that she could apply her mundane but well-honed skillset to, she seemed to have kept mostly to herself while last month's events continued to unravel.

Which is also to say, when she has ventured outside of her room, she's only really done so for the one sort of gig she knows she can do without really thinking about it - housekeeping. On this brisk afternoon, Sumina's thrown a shawl around herself while she sweeps the outdoor walkways of the motel, clearing it of the fall foliage that's littered the concrete. She seems a bit lost in thought... ]

astarion; cw for child experimentation and food poisoninglike symptoms!

[crimebaby]

[ when astarion dreams, it's unlike the nightmares he's had before. he's a child, strapped down to a freezing cold cross-table -- metal bindings across his legs, arms, and torso keep him in place. more than that, he's muzzled, staring up at the dispassionate faces of scientists with clipboards, taking notes, injecting something into his body. it's burning hot and incredibly painful, and he screams, his voice not his own-- ]

[ he awakens, then, to see a familiar face standing over him. this encounter with astarion, like always, starts with livio unable to mind his own business, trying to lend a helping hand. this time, something had drawn him to astarion, that same link he felt before, but this time... it was different. ]

[ being away from him makes him antsy, and he started getting inklings of astarion's location. where he actually found him was in an alley, looking very sick and barely hanging onto consciousness. ]

Mister Astarion?

[ he presses a hand gently to the other man's forehead -- it's burning hot ]

cw: blood...

[sanguineus]

[ An objectively horrible experience and Astarion has plenty to flip through should he need to be reminded of how terrible life can be. But it isn't his, which is...alarming. Too visceral, the pain too real to feel like it was made up by his subconscious. With his own hurts and tragedies so deeply ingrained, he could break down each torture by the minute.

But what in the hells is this? He feels...small in ways that Cazador never quite made him. It lakes the pure malice and feels strangely clinical. And yet he knows this is wrong. So very, very wrong.

When he awakens, it's with a ragged gasp. Astarion doesn't remember passing out. He wouldn't choose to go into a trance in this alleyway, anyway. But his stomach is absolutely killing him. There's blood still dried around his lips and onto the front of his shirt and a decent pool of it on the ground not far from where he's curled up.

Red eyes struggle to focus. He feels the hand and it's rare that it actually feels cool against his undead flesh. ]

Liv--?

[ He should be here. This makes sense. (Why?)

Wait.

Shit.

This is weakness.

Astarion sucks in a sharp breath as he pushes himself up and immediately tries to bat the hand away. ]

--Don't touch me.

[ He's a bit delirious, the dream still hanging at the edges of his consciousness. It feels...familiar. But it shouldn't. ]

an zhe; cw for child experimentation, harm to minors

[crimebaby]

[ it comes in flashes, when an zhe is sleeping. being strapped down to a cross, with metal bindings covering your arms, legs and stomach. needles injecting serum, taking blood away, searing red hot pain. he screams, as the serum's inserted, body contorting and railing against the bindings, trying to get free. scientists standing over him, taking notes. his child body starting to grow older-- ]

[ an zhe will wake up, then, feeling distressed and shaken. only, it isn't his feelings -- it's someone else's. someone familiar. ]

[ that person isn't here, wherever an zhe is sleeping. does he seek them out? ]

[littlemushroom]

[[The mushroom had startled awake in a fit of shivers, burrowing deeper into the long coat Lu Feng had left behind for him. It had been quite some time since he'd had a dream like that, like a memory that was and was not his own. Shared experiences from different parts of himself in different places.

It was taking him longer to return to himself this time though. The feelings had felt distressingly familiar, but he could not sort where they belonged. They were not An Ze's memories. A nightmare from his previous body? From his spore? No... but they called to him the way his spore had, a connection that was clearer than the memories. An ache that was shared in ways he could not ignore.

So he left a neatly written note for Lu Feng in case the protective colonel returned from work before An Zhe was back, then set out into the chill of the night. The feelings pulled him along like he was following a strand of hypha that he'd left behind, but this time he did not know where following it would lead him.]]

arlecchino;

[crimebaby]

[ when arlecchino sleeps, her dreams are different than usual. it comes in flashes --- being strapped down to a cross-shaped table by arms, legs, waist, and neck. she's a child, strapped down to a cross-shaped table, freezing and hard, as scientists loom over her. her face is covered in a muzzle-like mask, showing only her eyes, and she's unable to do anything but watch as they insert a substance by (large, painful) needle into her veins. her blood feels like it's boiling, the room explodes into different angry, painful colors, and she writhes and contorts as her whole body convulses against her restraints. her child's body starts to change--- ]

[ she'll wake up, then. with the sensation (if it wasn't clear enough by the content of the nightmare) that the dream wasn't her own. more than that, she'll feel a familiar tug towards something (someone) -- urging her to move. ]

[ restlessness, anxiety are the current emotions on the docket. ]

[ does she follow them? ]

[decussate]

[ Arlecchino holds no love for "doctors" and scientists. She has been tested and experimented on to a degree, herself — though she never received the brunt that her siblings were subjected to, the siblings too weak or hurt to fight.

Thus she wakes from the dream with a frown, her body taut with distant distaste. She can tell the dream didn't originate within herself; she only dreams of a dark and crimson sky nowadays. Between that crimson dreamscape and the ashen recriminations that plague her consciousness at its faintest, she finds little rest in sleep. This new, foreign dream is just one more to add to her troubles.

She'd hoped that the effects of the meteor shower would have vanished by now, but it seems like they still linger. At the very least, she's become more skilled at compartmentalizing her own feelings away from the feelings of others being blasted at her. Skilled enough to avoid feeling like she might be overwhelmed on the spot; enough that she's able to focus on the restlessness more than the anxiety, allowing it to take her out of bed and get her through her morning routine before tracking down the source of the dream. It wouldn't do for her to face the world ungroomed and disheveled. She ruminates on the dream as she goes.

Meanwhile, Livio would have received a dream of his own. Tame compared to the one he shared. He, too, will find himself with the eyes of a child. He sits on his knees in the grass, a small box clutched between his black-tipped fingers.

It's a pleasant stretch of space. Green grass, colorful flowers, and healthy trees. A pond and a pretty building are in the distance. All around, walls like that of a castle rise to contain it all. The other children are leaving, filtering into the building, and the leaves rustle peacefully while birds sing overhead. There is very little of interest going on.

Except for the searing blackness crawling up his small fingers. As if they were candlewicks, they quietly burn with unseen fire. Grief is stuffed into his little heart for the spider lying dead inside the lidded box he carries — its coffin, destined for the tiny grave dug in front of him. He'll remain motionless, his hot eyes releasing no tears as he struggles clumsily to suppress his own emotions. Sadness for his pet spider, faint fear of the curse spreading up his fingers, resignation over the unfairness of it all...

The blackness eating at his skin crawls up and down his fingers, warring with his effort to suppress it for what seems like an eternity... until the dream abruptly ends.

Not long afterward, a familiar figure makes its way to him. Wherever he is, indoors, outdoors, driving, Arlecchino allows herself to be tugged along on the invisible string drawing her to him. No rush; she makes her way over at her own unhurried pace, letting herself in on whatever situation he happens to be in. ]

logan;

[crimebaby]

[ the last cosmic storm had been rough on them, as a whole. emotion sharing in particular. not only had livio himself gotten overwhelmed and lost his shit, he'd witnessed a few others doing the same. chief among them: logan, the man who'd very kindly given him food for the ducks. ]

[ it seems like a healing factor isn't the only thing they had in common. ]

[ he sees logan now, in the streets of panorama, and after a brief moment of hesitation, flags him down with a wave ]

Mister Logan! Got a minute?

[ it feels unwise for livio to be doing this, as he's in no way equipped to talk anyone through their violent mental breakdown when he can't even explain his own. sure, the gist of it, he knew and understood -- he got overwhelmed by too many pockets of emotions one after the other and blanked out. but the why.... that's a little more complicated. ]

[ but maybe logan needs someone to talk to... or maybe it's selfish, for his own benefit. still, whatever the reason, he's trying to get logan's attention ]

[carcajous]

[ Not everybody sticks out in Logan's mind; he bumps into plenty of folks across the city, the diffusion zones, in and out of odd jobs and warehouses and delivery trucks. Some of them piss him off, but most he barely gives a second thought to.

Livio's different. Not to the point where he was gonna go looking, but he's had a vague thought here and there if he might see the guy again. Just. Something about him, it'd made him wonder.

So when he hears his name, he recognizes the voice, the scent, almost immediately.

Logan stops, turning around, a couple of packets of instant noodles sticking out from the top of the paper bag in his arm. It's been a couple of weeks since he lost himself, and it shows; he's a little more cleaned up, a little less the guy who tore into, well. A friend. That's what Kimiko is to him, and. Yeah, it doesn't sit right with him—none of that shit ever will—but he's just glad she heals like he does. That she also gets him like she does.

His answer's gruff, but it's not a no. ] You got me for the next two blocks.

[ He's walkin' home, so. If Livio can keep up, he can keep talking. ]

leslie daytona;

[crimebaby]

[ this is the last person he wants to be here with, and he thinks laszlo probably feels the same. but the two of them are in front of this ghostly hearse, with livio staring at the horses in awe, and the saleswoman offering a bottle which she claims contains a soul ]

[ livio takes it, looking between laszlo, the horses, and the woman, like he's not quite sure what to do with this soul ]

Er... what should we do with this?

[ does he have any ideas? ]

[ also yes, "we".... you're in it now, laszlo ]

time travels to a point where this didn't take me a week to get to

[haemosexual]

[There are two wolves inside Laszlo Cravensworth: one of them has total and utter disdain for anything metaphysical, and the other is a complete sucker for a woman dressed like a goth.

He eyes Livio with some combination of trepidation and distaste, lifting his hands to indicate he wants no part of this.]

Keep it fucking corked, for one. I don't know what a 'spirit shard' is, but it sounds like ghost shit.

vash & wolfwood;

[crimebaby]

[ so here they are in kolliery! they've just arrived and picked up their mining contracts, and gotten lodgings -- which happen to be two beds for three people at the dusk rose. they're more or less told to "figure it out", and thus, the three of them and their meager possessions are left pondering this situation over the night, right before their work's scheduled to begin ]

.... You two can have the beds!

[ livio says hastily, like calling dibs, only in reverse. they'll need a good night's sleep to get to the mining ]

[deliverant]

[ excuse YOU livio!

vash surreptitiously puts down his belongings on the farthest side of the room away from the beds, as though staking claim on one of the chairs pushed up against the table. ]

You're the one tired from all the driving today. Why don't you take a nap anyway?

[ one that vash will conveniently forget to wake him up from until the morning. ]

wolfwood and livio's friends;

[crimebaby]

[ so, livio had invited them both to a local diner, giving no details but just saying "there's a surprise" for you. once they'd both arrived, livio had flagged down a table for the two of them, (one that was even accommodating to charles's wheelchair) insisted they make themselves cozy and started up introductions between the two of them ]

[ once the names had been shared, livio had abruptly told them he was going to get them coffee!! or some other excuse and then disappeared. just disappeared wholesale. if one had keen eyesight, one could spot him climbing out a window subtly in the background. ]

[ spotted or not, that leaves the two of them!!! what an icebreaker... ]

[ (when either of them goes to pay the bill, they'll find it's already been taken care of) ]

[imperatour]

[ A surprise, huh. Furiosa really hopes Livio doesn't think she's dumb enough to genuinely fall for this even once let alone twice.

As he gets up to "go get coffee," Wolfwood might see her sneak a few bills onto his person. She is not letting Livio spend all his money on her breakfasts!!

Naturally, onto normal breakfast conversation: ]

Do they have pigs where you're from?

wade;

[crimebaby]

[ he's minding his own business, walking an old lady home in the later hours of the evening. livio has recently found himself caught up in these scenarios as the days get shorter (which is very strange to him), being asked to escort someone home because they feel unsafe on panorama streets. sure, no problem, most times it's uneventful anyway, and he gets a few joolies out of it. certainly people find him a little too intimidating to attack innocent old ladies out in the street when he's escorting them. ]

[ sometimes, it is eventful, and some raiders are just foolish enough to pick a fight. today, though, there's more raiders than usual, and he doesn't have much ammo left. in general, he tries to avoid shooting or killing them, preferring to use his fists to handle this, but they've got guns, and are surrounding him, and the last thing he wants is this little old lady to get caught up in the fray. ]

[ they point their guns and him and the old lady, as his hands inch towards the doublefangs, and--- ]

[primepool]

[And a tiny, angry yellow Beetle comes screeching down the street, mowing over two guys so hard that not only do their bodies go flying, but one comically gets impaled on a streetlight.

Oh. That's so unfortunate for the person who's gotta get that body down later.

Wade honks, leaning out the window to be the cool fucking getaway Baby Driver only for his Bug to give a big shuddering shy, a smoke-filled cough, and turn off. The fur that covers the interior bristles, every follicle going full attention like it's been zapped by electricity.

Wade steps out, hands on his head.] Shit! Son of a bitch! [Livio, look away. Children shouldn't watch gun violence (the old lady's seen worse, probably. She's fine.)

It maybe be with some degree of anger that Wade pulls a Glock from the driver's side cup holder, unloads three bullets into one of the gunmen (this might be a gunwoman, actually), then he clocks him (her?) in the head with the empty gun hard enough that one can audibly hear a skull crack.

Whew. Been a while since he's committed anger-fueled violence. Feels good. And theatrical.] Hey. These guys bothering you, queen?

[Does he now have a knife? Yes. How many? More than one. Where'd they come from? He's always strapped. (Did he indicate if he was talking to Livio or the old lady? No.)

Does he move out of the way when the several living gunmen (women?) turn to shoot him? No. Annnd there goes his blood and bullets all into the side of his car. Wade's body flies back, hitting the door with a heavy, wet thump.

Goddammit.

He's never gonna get blood outta that fur.]

marc;

[crimebaby]

[ mfw i have to write two "raiders attack" starters and make them distinct ]

[ it first appears as a traffic stop. a group of bandits have set up shop in the middle of a lesser used road, forcing pedestrians and drivers alike to come to a stop. more than that, they're dressed as imitations of enforcers, in costumes that look real until you get up close - or if you have particularly good eyesight. ]

[ livio's a pedestrian, and he can spot the differences (having been thrown in jail before) from aways away. unfortunately, because it is a traffic stop, there are others ahead of him. he tries to push through with a few "excuse me", hoping to save a few people from getting robbed. ]

[ it's about then that the bandits -- fifteen or twenty of them -- turn their guns on him and everyone around. ]

[ this isn't good. he could take being shot, but these people can't, and he can't let them get in the middle of it. for the moment, he puts his hands up, playing on cooperating, trying to inch closer. ]

[ and that's when he notices someone else approaching, from the corner of his eye-- ]

...cw: violence, sighs in moon knight

[vestments]

( help fjdklg

to date, marc's experiences with enforcers have been fairly minimal: he doesn't care for them, and so he doesn't engage with them for as much as he can avoid it. still, he knows enough to be able to recognise the differences in the uniforms, knows enough that it doesn't matter either way — enforcers, bandits, raiders, as soon as threats start being made, that's an open invitation from them to him.

marc's easy to spot if you're looking in the right direction, absurdly dressed in a three-piece suit, head-to-toe white that's clearly been designed for dramatic effect more than anything practical. livio's seen him, marc knows; the bandits, as a group, have not — mostly thanks to livio, and the way he's positioned himself as (almost) the centre of attention, even if he's not the only target.

marc doesn't say anything as he approaches, although his gaze slides briefly to livio, sizing him up before his attention returns to the bandits. there's an obvious leader and a second in command, and that's about it. based on their numbers and their guns, marc would be willing to put money on them being very used to not being stood up to. that could work in his — or their, him and the big guy's? — favour. depends on how far loyalty extends, he supposes. depends on how trigger-happy they are.

quietly, marc steps behind a raider — a medium-sized asshole with unevenly cropped hair and too much evident enjoyment of the situation — before swinging at the guy's knees with his truncheon (white), yanking him back as he begins to crumple — surprise, fucker! — and holding him tightly with one arm, while pressing a crescent moon-shaped dart (also white) against the guy's throat, hard and deep enough to start to draw a sliver of red. )

Hi. ( hopefully the smarter of those who've been stopped will use the moment (distraction, marc's stupidity, whatever you want to call it) to get the fuck out of dodge. ) Nice evening. Don't do anything stupid.