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▣ — Peridot actually took a step back when the child began spitting questions at her. it wasn’t difficult to keep up with what was being asked, ( in fact answering quickly & accurately was part of her repertoire on Homeworld ), but it had been a while since anyone had hurled so much at her so fast.

trying not to get overwhelmed, each inquiry & corresponding answer ticked itself off in her mind. once she was organized, she opened her mouth to start replying…

… just in time for the child to have scampered off. well, at least it fit with her current pattern of ‘ Gem with the worst luck ever ’.

“ well, at least he’s excited about something… ” she muttered, mainly to herself.

after a few seconds, noticing that Joseph was speaking to her, she looked up at him. another one? what was he talking about – oh. “ another… fusion experiment? ” all of a sudden her hands curled inward against her chest, feeling as if she had a heart that was thumping against her ribs. for all that she had monitored those things, having them out & about was absolutely terrifying.

she snatched the box as soon as he was finished speaking, & held it against her chest. slowly she looked down, but didn’t want to risk opening the box & possibly letting the thing out. “ … thank you. you made the right decision. ” a deep breath was taken, before she did her best at focusing her new skills. a moment of this, & a small green bubble formed around the box.

“ … there… now, back to the temple. ” with all her fingers, she tapped on it, & it vanished. “ this isn’t good. I thought we’d gotten the last of them. ”

nightwatchfarrel

“I don’t know.” Joseph replied, still watching across the way for David to get done with the house he was currently at, “I’ve been looking online to see if there’s been any weird sightings like that, but there're few and far between. Either they somehow know to stay out of sight, or...”

He shook his head. It was all a theory at this point, anything he had to say. It's not like he was up on the strange Frankenstein-like experiments of ancient alien civilizations. He worked a crappy night security gig. All he could do was guess.

"What I don't understand is why one would come back to the pizzeria," he said, frowning slightly, "I mean, sure, the one was there, and you and Steven took care of that one that was inside the first time. But I can't tell how that one or the second one got in in the first place."

David had gotten his booty and was heading on back. Joseph smiled again, but was still talking to Peridot, "I'm sorry I can't be of more help."

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▣ — part of her had thought her life was going to end that night. to be fair, though, that was far from an infrequent feeling for her. panic & the fear of mortality had gone hand-in-hand ever since she’d arrived on this sad little rock of a planet. still, once they’d dealt with the Cluster, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad here.

‘ panic ’, at least, was a step down from the very real potential to have her gem crushed at any second on Homeworld. that wouldn’t happen to her here.

she gave a nod, dusting her hat off. “ yes, well, it’s… nice… to actually make your acquaintance under better circumstances. ”

her eyes shifted to the small human, who only stood a bit shorter than her. she highly doubted he was actually a captain ; but Steven liked to play pretend. that was all this boy was doing too, wasn’t it?

“ I see. a pleasure to meet you as well. ” upon hearing the taller human seemingly talking her up, & the child asserting her ‘ coolness ’, her face darkened to a deep olive shade. “ I’m… not that cool. dealing with the corrupted Gems is just part of my duty since… deciding to settle here on Earth permanently. ”

of course, trying to downplay herself in no way meant that the sentiments she’d received were any less appreciated. in fact, boosts to her confidence like that were about the best thing that could be done for her right now.

nightwatchfarrel

David was going a mile a minute, much to the amusement of his uncle, who was visibly holding back laughter, and biting down on his lip to keep himself from busting out with mighty guffaws.

“Do you use a gun? Or a sword?” David was asking, “Oooh, what about machines, do you build those? What was your toughest fight? How much butt HAVE you kicked so far?”

“Okay, cap'n, you can stop your bombardment." Finally, thankfully, Joseph stepped in, putting his hand on David's shoulder and turning him slowly toward the next home on the way. “Time to loot and pillage. See what there booty they've got.”

“Y’arr!" the little pirate exclaimed, inquiries forgotten, dashing away from the other two, chocolatey treasure still to be had.

Joseph watched him run up with a chuckle, but as the distance between him and his nephew grew, the smile slowly fell from his face as the night guard spoke to Peridot. “There was another one last night.” his voice was quiet, but there was a tremor of fear in it. He was not looking at her, “...using some... utensils from the kitchen, I was able to beat it down, but... these people don't understand the danger they're in. They’ve seen these things and they think it's a Halloween prank.”

From the front pockets of his hoodie, Joseph withdrew a small take-home box with the Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza logo on it. “I couldn’t think of anything else to keep it in until I could get it to you or one of the other gems.”

( tiny witch )

▣ — “ Captain who, what, now? ” she continued to be puzzled by everything that came out of this child’s mouth. there were captains in the armies of Homeworld, sure, but she didn’t know of any captains here on Earth.

hearing the other voice & seeing the approach of the… taller… human, her gaze shifted upwards. “ his – wha – oh, blast this stupid thing !” a small hiss came from her lips as she moved to tear her hat off, able to look up at the other clearly.

oh. well, that would be why he sounded familiar.

“ y… es… ” she answered slowly, blinking upwards. ( his ‘ costume ’ makes even less sense than mine… what the hell is he supposed to be–? he just looks tired. ) “ that’s right ; I was. we… got home fine. I didn’t ground him from the microwave after all – it turns out I… misunderstood which device was the television. ”

she tilted her head to one side, crossing her arms. “ I don’t believe I ever got your name… or… the name of the small human tagging along with you. ”

Joseph emitted a snorty giggle at the mention of grounding Steven from the microwave. He’d said it was harsh at the time, but given the events of that night, it probably was for the best. And, amazingly, she was actually being... codial? Nah, ‘sociable’ was probably the better term for it.

“Joseph Farrel.” he replied with a grin, “Or Joe, if it’s easier. This nugget,” he reached down to pat the smaller, younger human on the shoulder, “is my nephew, David.”

The little bespectacled pirate craned his neck back and gave Joseph a 'Come on’ kind of look, “Uncle Joooooe...”

Another giggle from Joseph who cleared his throat, “Sorry. Ahem. CAPTAIN David, scourge of the Seven Seas and the greater Beach City area.”

David folded his arms and nodded assertively, satisfied that his full title had been read.

“Cap’n,” Joseph looked down at David and then nodded to the green gem, “this is Peridot. She helped your Uncle Joe at work a little while back. She’s one of those nice ladies that shows up and beats up monsters.”

This brought a bright spark into David's eyes, and they shone brightly, “Coooooool!”

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Unconscious Sentence Starters

"...hear me? Are you okay?"

"...too much of a liability."

"You can't just leave him/her there!"

"Just ditch 'em."

"...to move, now! Please wake up!"

"...has passed away."

"...just call an ambulance!"

"Open your eyes."

"Squeeze my hand."

"What's your name?"

"...tell me what happened? Hello?"

Morning Run

This was about getting in shape. Absolutely. This was not about putting pent-up adrenaline to good use. This was about staying fit. Yes sir, yes ma'am. It would be easy to convince anyone but Joseph himself. But then, the entire truth would be absurd to anyone but Joseph himself.

Another shift over, another night survived. They'd gotten close, though. Oh, they had gotten so close. To be honest, if it weren't for the saving grace of the 6AM chimes, he was sure that he would have been dead by now. It was little comfort, if any. Tonight, they would try that much harder.

The bitter taste still stuck to his tongue, assaulting his taste buds, and all the swallowing in the world wouldn’t be enough to get rid of it. He hopped from one foot to another and back, slipping his headphones over his ears and pressed play on the music player in his pocket. He couldn't think about that now. A run around the city as the sun rose would do him a world of good.

The music filtered into his ears, and put the spring into his feet, beginning his run from the front door and along the sidewalk. There was a time he had wanted to be the one singing the lyrics. Fame, fortune, success, all the things that had eluded his grasp for years and years. He had a good voice, at least he thought so. But it wasn’t going to happen. It was a teenage dream, and it had been a long time since he could call himself a teenager.

He turned the corner of his street, heading down the crossway to the next. As if to put the emphasis on his previous thought, the car wash started to come into view. Joseph deliberately avoided looking at the guadily-decorated van sitting alongside it as he passed by

Mr. Universe. He would have wanted to say that Mr. Universe was big when he was younger, but he knew better. He tried to be big. He had dreams of being big. He was a firecracker that was supposed to be a rocket ship. Now he was running a car wash and living out of his van. Joseph had nothing against the guy, but his mother's voice always had the answer whenever he had spoken up about being a rock star. “Just look at that Greg Universe,” she would say, “he chased that dream so far that he didn't notice he'd run out of pier.”

Poor guy.

The boardwalk was pretty much closed for the time being. This early in the morning, it wasn't like people were going to be beating down the door for pizza or (eugh) f r e n c h f r i e s. Really, there wasn't really anyone out and about this early. He didn't expect there to be. No one was really ever up this early unless there was some giant-monster-attack-crisis that usually involved those three ladies, the ones that always showed up when something like that went down. Joseph squinted to the see the hill with the lighthouse atop it in the distance. They always seemed to come from that direction. Did they live in the lighthouse? No, that couldn't have been - the rumor was that the older Fryman brother was squatting there.

Joseph hopped over the boardwalk railing, landing on the sand, and started jogging along the coast, toward the large hill at the edge of town. Maybe a closer look was in order. Besides, he’d never been to that side of the beach...

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Joseph wasn’t sure who she was trying to convince with her assurances, whether it was himself or her. The absolute last thing it did was fill him with confidence. Luck and maybe prayer were his only hope with this job. Tonight would be a baptism with fire. Maybe, just maybe, things would go easy. He’d be able to get a feel for how things went.

Or he could die horribly. Amazing how those were the only two possibilities.

Well, no, that was unfair. He could also be maimed.

“All right.” he finally said, shrugging, “Then I’ll see you later on tonight.”

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( small human: )

“I like your costume!”

The voice was young, definitely unfamiliar. A red-headed, befreckled boy in glasses, looking a little younger than even Steven, stood behind her, a few feet away. He was dressed in a striped shirt, a long coat, and ridiculous-looking pantaloons, while wearing a tricord hat and an eyepatch flipped up onto his forehead.

His hand was a hook! Sure, it looked a bit plastic, but still, he waved it above his head as a greeting.

“Want to be my first mate?” he asked with a large grin.

▣ — “ wha– ”

the Gem spun around, eyes wide & immediately on guard. once she realized it was just a child, however, she was able to relax a little. a child couldn’t hurt her ; & she was supposed to be learning more how to trust this planet & its occupants, anyway. his costume went right over her head, although the eyepatch reminded her of some detail from one of the fictional stories Steven told her about.

“ … hello. small human. um… ” ( oh, shut up, Peridot, you’re barely taller than he is. ) one eyebrow arched up, her head tilting slightly. “ what’s a ‘ first mate ’ ? ”

nightwatchfarrel

The boy thrust his hooked hand into the air, "First mate to the pirate Cap'n Foxy! Y'arrr!” he tried his best to sound menacing and only barely succeded, voice still too high to be any deeper.

“Alright, alright, c'mon, 'Cap'n,'” another voice joined the fray, this one a bit more familiar. A taller male human came up behind the child, placing a hand on his shoulder, “She'd be your first mage in that outfit.”

The boy looked confused for a moment and looked up to the adult, “What's a 'mage?'”

The older human waved his hand with a snicker, “Eh, I'll tell you later, kiddo.” He blinked down at the small green gem, peering slightly, trying to place her. She looked... familiar.

Oh, right. From that night.

He wasn't wearing his guard uniform anymore, instead wearing a hooded sweatshirt over his head, white facepaint to make him look pale, and dark circles under his eyes. “You're... Peridot, right?” Joseph asked, cocking his head at her, “You were at the pizzeria looking for Steven?”

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(( kinda lame graphic, but at least it’s Halloweeny ! ))

Beach City’s Halloween is usually a fun occasion. Innocent scares, trick-or-treating, maybe a little spooky seasonal fog. But this year is different. In the midst of all the festivities, terror begins to take form – the Cluster is hatching. Along with it come more of the escaped fusion experiments, ‘ mirror ’ verses of the city’s Gems, and an ominous sense of fear. Citizens are urged to get to safety while the Gems prepare for a fight, although some humans may be stubborn. Whatever everyone decides to do, they better be ready ; something wicked’s coming this way.

RULES:

roleplay blogs ONLY. ( no personal blogs at all, even if they double as roleplay blogs. )

contact ME ( bellum-crystallis ) to possibly be added.

no duplicate characters. ( i.e., if someone is already listed as playing a certain character, you can’t join as that character. )

first come, first served. if you follow all the rules & are the first person to approach me to play a certain character, you will most likely be accepted.

crossovers & OCs welcomed ! ( OCs must have an about page, however. )

must be mutuals with me & follow everyone who’s a part of the group verse as it’s updated.

track the tag ( v; something wicked. ) so you can see all the posts.

multi-muse & single-muse blogs welcomed ! multi-muse blogs may play more than one character, but only if both characters have not been claimed.

participants will be displayed below, their URL bolded & their character(s) following in parentheses. this list will be updated frequently, as new participants join the group.

activity begins on October 1st ( first ) & will end on November 1st ( first ) ! activity will consist of posting & replying to opens made by group members & sending in-character asks. I will most likely make an ENDING post on November 1st to signify the event’s closure.

your normal blog activity will continue during this event ! it wouldn’t be fair to have this be the ONLY thing you can do for a whole month.

you must respect all the other participants. obey their rules, & do not make anyone uncomfortable. if you do, you will be removed from the event & blocked by me.

PARTICIPANTS:

bellum-crystallis ( Peridot & Rose )

nightwatchfarrel ( Joseph Farrel )

burnedbefore ( Maurice ‘ Luther ’ Murphy )

overlyobsessedwhovian-world ( Axinite & Tanzanite )

“Things are so strange in this city, you can't hardly tell it's Halloween if not for all the plastic decorations.”

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▣ — “ I still don’t understand any of this. ”

she’d become more familiar with Earth, but there were still a select few things she hadn’t encountered. one of those things was Halloween ; & by extension, Beach City’s October festivities. Steven had dressed her up in a ‘ witch ’ costume – hat, striped leggings, pointed shoes, broom prop. quite honestly, she found the costume restricting. what if she had to do something important that came out of nowhere? she’d have to throw down her broom & remove her hat & shoes before she could even do anything !& what even was the point of it? she didn’t look like herself at all !

“ … I don’t know why anyone would go around begging for sugar. the last thing that any of these residents need is more of that. ”

nightwatchfarrel

“I like your costume!”

The voice was young, definitely unfamiliar. A red-headed, befreckled boy in glasses, looking a little younger than even Steven, stood behind her, a few feet away. He was dressed in a striped shirt, a long coat, and ridiculous-looking pantaloons, while wearing a tricord hat and an eyepatch flipped up onto his forehead.

His hand was a hook! Sure, it looked a bit plastic, but still, he waved it above his head as a greeting.

“Want to be my first mate?” he asked with a large grin.

#( v; something wicked. )#(( Here's David! ))#David Allen

nightwatchfarrel

( Stephanie )

The guard seemed to ponder this for a moment— most likely considering how much information she could get away with holding back from him. At least until he was done his first couple nights.

❝Uh, let’s see—.. Always check the Cove. Like, every couple minutes. And if you’re here during the day and you see a guy in purple, don’t talk to him.❞

The warnings seemed strange but she spoke lightly nonetheless. ❝The camera to the kitchen is broken, so if you hear clattering in there, it’s Chica. And.. that should be about it.❞

Joseph started making a mental checklist. First, check the cove, check. They called it a cove. Honestly, it looked nothing like a cove or anything to do with pirates. It was a curtain bedazzled with spangly stars. How was that pirate anything?

Second, don’t talk to the guy in purple during the day, check. That was pretty specific. He had remembered seeing a guy wearing purple when he had come in for an interview, but only briefly before he was led into the office.

Third, chicken’s in the kitchen, check. Of course one of the cameras would be busted. Why wouldn’t it be? …why would Chica be in the kitchen anyway? She would be trying to get at him, wouldn’t she? All that clatter would give her away. Clearly, she was not a clever chicken, nor would she be an asset to any group of ninjas.

“Got it.” he responded with a nod, “…don’t suppose getting the camera fixed is gonna happen any time soon?”

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Stephanie shook her head at this.

❝Nope, probably not. The stupid thing’s been broken since I got here, and then there’s the stupid budget cuts. I don’t think we’d have enough money to fix it anyways; security cameras are expensive as hell.❞

She gave an indifferent shrug, seeing as she didn’t really CARE if they fixed it or not. As long as she paid attention to the sound cues and locations of the others, she would be fine, so it wasn’t a top priority of hers. Even though it probably should be. This kid seriously needs to get her priorities in check, anyway.

nightwatchfarrel

“Ooooof course not.” he replied shaking his head. Still, an animatronic loose in the kitchen would be pretty noisy, he would imagine. He caught a look at them. They were large and bulky. And the kitchens in these places were cluttered with loose pots and pans. He’d hear her coming a mile away.

“I’m kind of surprised they bother with cameras at all.” Joseph snorted, “These cuts are gonna get so bad, one day I expect to come in, be given a flashlight and get told, ‘Yeah, uh, just flash the light down the hall and if you see them coming, close the door.’”

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❝Jeez, that would be pretty miserable,❞ she chuckled halfheartedly. ❝That’s hilarious because in all honesty, they would probably do that if they couldn’t afford cameras anymore.❞

There was a couple moments of clipped silence before she spoke suddenly. ❝OH, right, that reminds me—!! The power limit. Uh, you only get a ( certain ) amount of power each night, and of that runs out, the doors, lights and cameras won’t work. And that means they can get into your office, and you really don’t want that. So don’t let that happen.❞

nightwatchfarrel

Wait, what? Seriously? In addition to everything else that was going on, was there seriously not enough power to just keep the goddamn doors closed all night? Fucking hell, this was ridiculous.

“Limited power.” he repeated, “What, do we turn everything off and use the backup generator as the power supply at night? Or did the boss just piss on the electric company’s door and they’ve had it in for him since?”

habitiist-blog

❝Backup generator,❞ she told him bleakly, crossing her arms. She offered an idle shrug, trying to play this off like it didn’t concern her at all, when in reality she sucked at preserving power.

❝I’m pretty sure they try to use the least amount of money possible to keep their employees safe. Which is why it doesn’t work.❞

nightwatchfarrel

“Unless you do it proper,” Joseph voiced the obvious, shaking his head, “or get really goddamn lucky.”

So there was no chance to just close the doors, put on his headphones, and listen to Tom Petty all night. The animatronics would have to be outwitted, outfoxed, out-whatever’d, and if he fucked up, even ONCE, he was done for.

“Anything else I ought to know?”

nightwatchfarrel

An empty Freddy Fazbear head. That would’ve been handy. That’s why it didn’t work anymore - it worked. And now it didn’t.

“Maybe I’m nuts,” Joseph said, stating the obvious, “but didn’t the company have suits, like, way, way back that entertainers could actually wear without the pointy bits? Don’t we have something like that?”

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“O-oh..” Expression faltered before the Phone Guy quickly shook his head. “The uh–they aren’t v-very…safe. Employees aren’t a-allowed to use them any uh–any longer. N-nor should they ever be deployed around children.”

The mascot suits or rather the spring locked suits as so many deemed them, were far too dangerous to risk using. The mechanics were too sensitive. The wrong move–a trickle of sweat too much and the entire thing could come locking down without warning.

“So..n-no. No that’s uh–that’s not an option I’m a-afraid.”

nightwatchfarrel

Damn it. Well, maybe there was a chance he could find a discount animal suit somewhere and wear that to work instead. Halloween was gonna be coming up soon anyway, right? That might work in a pinch.

“Man, you don’t make it easy on a guy, do you?” he replied, rubbing his throat absently, “...maybe I’ll set up some of those baby-gate things to keep them out, I dunno. There’s gotta be a way around this nonsense.”