q. coldwater

quentin coldwater - the magicians - closed rp with hidden washington . . . . . king quentin, the moderately socially maladjusted . . . . . physical kid . . . . . high-strung super-nerd . . . . . a brother of the heart with the floppy hair . . . . .. minor mendings

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grcycosmcs‌:

        WHEN MADISON decided to dress up as a zombie for halloween , she had initially thought it to be funny. she felt that the fact that she spent the last decade trying to survive alongside them made it ironic considering their sudden disappearance from her life. however , now that she’s actually wearing the costume , she doesn’t really see the humor in it. the makeup weighs heavily on her face , her hair feels greasy  &  generally unkempt from where it frames her face ,  &  considering how much effort it’s now taking to move her limbs , she’s guessing that her outfit is heavier than it appears. however , the thoughts of her discomfort fade away as the night continues , being replaced by the gradually increasing urge to try  &  sink her teeth into someone’s skull. she doesn’t even realize where her mind has wandered until she hears the other speak up. she doesn’t immediately register the words , but when they process , she stops dragging herself across the sidewalk  &  chooses to instead fall into a sitting position near the man. ❝  i don’t think so ,  ❞ she answers , almost surprised by her own truthful response. ❝  which is weird … do you think we should try it though  ?  ❞

As Quentin spoke aloud, he heard a stranger settle onto the curb next to him. He slowly turned to see a young woman who looked nearly as disheveled as he knew he must look. Although her tone carried a hint of surprise as she answered his question, her actual words settled some of the vague discomfort that had been rolling in his stomach. If she didn’t think that eating people was bad... maybe it would be alright. He had to take a moment to think over her suggestion. Try it, she’d said. Testing it out sounded... good. “Makes sense to try it together,” he finally agreed with a nod, before glancing down the sidewalk towards the few groups of people in the distance, lit by the glow of the street lamps. “How do we choose who....?” After all, there were lots of potential meals to pick from. Everyone was out and about, it seemed. 

[lovelyxladies]

@quentincoldwvters​ - closed event starter

Bella didn’t know why she had this supposedly great self-control over her hunger. It made her question a lot of things as she felt herself being tested close to her limits. She was hungry and to avoid feeding took all of her willpower. As she tried to find ways to quench her hunger she soon stopped in her tracks before bumping into someone, “Woah there.”

[quentincoldwvters]

One strange fact of whatever zombified state Quentin had ended up in was that he could tell who was alive and who was... not. There was a large number of not-alive people wandering around, in fact, which would typically be cause for concern. (Why was he not concerned?) And as he stumbled down the street, he found himself smacking straight into one of the many townsfolk who did not have the aura of someone entirely human. “Erghhh,” he responded as a slightly delayed reaction, before shaking his head and adding, “I mean-- sorry.” He couldn’t help but wrinkle his face in confusion. “What are you?” 

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tragcdysewn‌:

lilo stared at the other for a moment, hoping he was kidding. but she had somehow turned into an alien, and this guy had clearly dressed as a zombie. “umm, yeah. definitely bad. terrible, terrible idea, dude.”

He instinctively leaned closer to her, and with a sniff-- no, she didn’t smell right. That was alright. It was easier to talk to her without being distracted, then. "You look like an alien,” he stated, slow and obvious. “I wouldn’t say I’m prejudiced against aliens, but... I don’t know if I would trust advice from one. Would you?”  

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rhacgaltargaryen‌:

“I’m a dragon,” he muttered quietly, knowing that normally he would find that funny but right now he felt his animalistic anger get the better of him. “What are you, a corpse?” he replied, catching the scent of death coming from the other

Quentin nodded knowingly. Dragon made sense, too. There were only so many... winged things. “I’m not sure.” He paused-- unsure if dragons were like vultures in any way, which was a scenario it would probably be best to avoid. “Do dragons... eat corpses? Because if so, then, no.” 

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nymcric‌:

She sat down next to her, brow raised as he said what he said. Sure, their recent encounter ended horribly and while Nymeria should have moved on, she couldn’t help but jab at him a little. “Well those are zombies, and last time I checked, zombies were nothing more than a fantasy story,” she said with a hum, unable to hide the smirk that grew before shaking her head. “No, eating people is wrong”

Quentin looked over as someone sat down on the curb next to him-- and raised his eyebrows as he realized it was the stranger he’d insulted. The one who thought she was from Westeros. Actually, that seemed significantly less out-there, compared with what was going on today. She definitely had him there. “If I was you, I would tell... me, to fuck off,” he worked out slowly. “Also, that’s a bummer. Because I really... really want to eat. A person, I think.” 

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trixmewitch‌:

she took a step back when she noticed the scent of the man in front of her. she completely ignored his questioned, “why do you- why do you smell like that?” she asked, patting down her dress. her head was hurting and the feeling on anxiety was high for emily at the moment, feeling like she needed to do something. “i feel like im forgetting to do something,” she looked around. “like i need to taste cake or pick out music or something.”

Quentin sniffed again, just to double-check. Yeah, still smelled like rotting flesh. It was not a pleasant scent. “I think I’m... dead now?” he suggested, with a relatively unconcerned shrug. There was no logical reason for it, since he was alive just a while ago, but to try to work it out only sent sharp stabs of pain through his brain. He distracted himself by looking over his new companion, in a pretty-looking bridal dress. “Cake? Are you... planning a wedding?” Odd day for it, Halloween. 

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irresistiibles‌:

She was distracting herself from the jewelry store which she had already set on stealing from. Not that Margo had any intention of talking herself out of it, but she could at least try to be smart about it, wait until it was later instead of just barging in there like she wanted to. She had been moments from giving in when her uncovered eye spotted Quentin, sitting out on the curb. “You need to at least offer to make me a drink before you just start talking about kinks Quentin.” Margo stated, though she was grinning a little. Not like she had ever really been bothered by weird conversation, but she could definitely use a beer. “Unless you mean like actually fucking eating someone, which, yeah, of fucking course it would be bad. That’s not something you’re supposed to need to check in with people on.” Not that her moral compass was particularly strong tonight, but she wouldn’t be spending any of her money or jewels to get Q out of jail if he did something stupid. 

"Margo,” Quentin greeted her with a broad, dazed smile. He still didn’t really know who she was, but her face was familiar, and that was a welcome enough sight. When she mentioned kinks, he had to take a moment and think back over what he’d said that would have made her bring that particular topic up. He sat quietly for a moment and stared at the sidewalk, wheels visibly turning, before he realized what it could have sounded like. “Oh, no. I meant... eating. The food way.” He opened and closed his jaw, clacking his teeth together a few times for clarification. “I won’t eat you, though... in the food way... I like you, I'm pretty sure.” If it was bad to eat people, it must be even worse to eat friends. Looking up and glancing over her attire from head to foot, he slowly added, “What are you doing out here?” 

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serpentxcyborgs‌:

Audra turned her head as the young man spoke, taking a small step back from him. “Yeah, that would be bad,” she said, drawing her trademark red cloak more tightly around her shoulders. “If you’re looking for a snack, you can find someone else. I’ve survived a wolf and a murderous force from space. I don’t need to deal with anything else.”

"Okay,” he agreed with a slow nod. He could find another snack. Wait, she’d said that would be bad. So no snack. Quentin shook his head and tried to focus on the last part of what she’d said. Her red cloak did remind him of a fairy tale, but it was the second detail that threw him off. “Two separate things? Or... was the wolf... from space?” 

[quentincoldwvters]

A single instinct - eat flesh - trickled down Quentin’s skin in a wave of goosebumps as he sat unmoving, legs sprawled out ungracefully over the edge of the street-side curb. It was a slightly unsettling feeling, because on some level he felt like following that instinct would be a terrible idea. Though he didn’t know exactly why. His thoughts, which were normally busy working nonstop overtime, had slowed to the speed of your typical corpse. Which is to say-- he wasn’t half as concerned about these impulses as he would have been if his brain been functioning properly. So instead of working himself into a moral panic, he found himself simply sitting, quietly watching flocks of strangely-dressed people laugh and scream down the street as they passed in groups. Watching was less effort, anyway, especially because it didn’t require thinking. But the temptation hadn’t entirely disappeared. “Eating someone would be... bad,” he said aloud slowly, testing it out. “Right?” 

[rhacgaltargaryen]

He had managed to find a shirt to cover his now exposed wings, but without a moment’s notice, they ripped right through his shirt and Rhaegal simply let out ta sigh, “I swear to god,” he groaned; at least he had sunglasses to cover his bright orange eyes

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Quentin listlessly dropped his head to the side, observing the other man’s wings, as they ripped through his shirt. He unconsciously reached out slowly as if to touch them, but drew his hand back when he realized what he’d tried to do. Still, he couldn’t stop staring at the wings. “Are you a... bat?” he asked stiltedly. 

[trixmewitch]

closed starter for @quentincoldwvters - emily x quentin

she was just getting off of work at the diner. she walked out onto the streets of dc and the sound of parties and festivities were all around her. “hey zombie,” she yelled out to the stranger in front of her. “any good parties around here?”

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Quentin sluggishly turned his head and blinked at the woman who’d spoken, his auditory processing much slower than usual. It was confusing, and he was still working on (slowly) figuring out why. Lots of things were suddenly confusing. Like... his skin had actually looked-- and smelled-- like it was decaying. Which was weird, right? And his mouth felt like it was full of cotton balls as he managed to reply, “Don’t know.” He swallowed. “Why parties?” 

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ncttoday‌:

rosalie smiled warmly, glad that he seemed rather willing to not question her temperature. she’d have to remember to turn the air conditioning down to explain such a thing. or hope he’d be happy enough to have the job that he’d ignore it. typically, people just made their own excuses to explain to themselves. she smiled, nodding, “well, i’ve been interested in quite a lot of things.” as it stood, she had several medical degrees, “but i’ve always been fascinated with mechanical engineering. this is just one part of it,” she smiled, “i built my car and it all started from there,” this was a truth. rosalie just happened to have built that car a very long time ago now. “great,” she smiled, “i think i have some spare overalls you can borrow.”

"You built a whole car?” Quentin repeated, eyes widening. “How long ago was that? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. If you own this kind of shop, obviously you know your stuff... but that’s still, like, pretty impressive.” He hoped she would take that as a compliment; he definitely meant it as one. “I’ll admit, I don’t know much about mechanical engineering, but I did take more than one physics class, and I think that’s got to fit in somehow, thermodynamics, all that... but either way, like I said, whatever I don’t know, I can learn.” He offered her another small, only semi-anxious smile. “Not that building whole cars is in the job description. Wait... it isn’t, is it?” 

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ynggrffaegon‌:

Aegon nodded his head at the man, glad that the other had stopped and was willing to help him. Wandering around the streets by himself without any idea of where he was going wasn’t working out for him so he had to stop and ask someone for help, even though he didn’t like bothering others with his problems. “I wonder if you could tell me where I can find a inn. Or a place where I could get a warm meal.” He let out a sigh. “I just arrived and I’m a bit lost.”

Oh, the guy was just lost. That, Quentin could help with. "I don’t know about an inn, uh, that’s a little specific, but I can definitely point you towards a hotel... or a B&B, if that’s more your style, I guess,” he amended. A bed-and-breakfast was probably closer to an inn, right? “And for a warm meal-- that’s easy enough, too. Are you familiar with Panera? Soups, sandwiches, all that? There’s one just around the corner.” He pointed down the street. 

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graveycrds‌:

asking for help was a long shot, but at this point, danny was desperate. he needed to learn how to do the equation and his professor’s office hours had closed two hours prior. the test was tomorrow and danny could already feel the doom of failing a quiz. “but you did take it,” danny said, bite biting down on his bottom lip with a gleam of hope. “is it that obvious that i’m desperate for help?” because that was exactly what he had done, but most of the people just scoffed, shook their head, and kept walking. 

"I did take calculus, yes,” Quentin confirmed with a nod. “I mean-- it sounds bad to say you sounded desperate, but yeah, you sounded desperate. Lucky for you, I’m occasionally halfway-decent at tutoring. And I’m free for the next twenty minutes.” He gestured towards the offending homework. “Want to show me what the problem is? I’m Quentin, by the way. Grad student. Not that I’m studying math-- not even close, actually-- but I did ace my math courses in high school, so hopefully I retained some of whatever it is you’re learning...” 

[quentincoldwvters]

hello! I have two midterm papers to finish writing by thursday so my actual replies are going to be s l o w this week, sorry, but for event reference: quentin will be dressing like a zombie because it requires only 2% effort and ripped clothes. 

so if you want to plot anything specific, hit up my dm’s; otherwise, I’ll just catapult him towards any open starters that get posted during the event xx 

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trixmewitch‌:

she went to open the door and laugh, “i know, i was just playing with you,” she said. she motioned to the inside of her apartment, “come on in. welcome to my humble abode, i guess,” she said. “what do ya want to drink, i had a bottle of wine,” she paused. “but i also have like, other stuff, you can have a look in the liquor cabinet if you  would like,” she said, pointing at at cabinet. 

He was relieved when she opened the door with a laugh, and he moved to follow her inside, glancing around curiously at the set-up and furniture of her apartment, which seemed to be about the same size as his. "You had a bottle of wine?” he said, eyebrows raising, amused. “Sounds like you had a decent start to your night.” Following in the direction she pointed, he moved over to rifle through the bottles in her liquor cabinet, eventually reaching in to pull out what looked like an already-opened bottle of gin. “Is this one fair game?” he asked, turning towards her and shaking the bottle. “Thanks for inviting me over, by the way. I probably wouldn’t have left my apartment tonight otherwise, so, this is already significantly more exciting than I’d planned for.”  

[porcelainivcrysteel-deactivated]

the technology and transportation in this time came across as fairly different to the world lyra came from, though it seemed to be second nature to most who lived in the city. of course, her world, in many a way, was the same, one of the closer linked worlds in their multiverse of sorts, but they had differences both great and subtle. an example being that they used not planes, but zeppelins. anbaric cars to cars. they’d never had transport like this, but a faint memory sparked in her mind. perhaps this was like the underground railway she’d never been allowed on my mrs coulter, not for her class, she’d been told. 

still, she had to try it out sometime. once, she had roared with confidence and would have been eager to try it, but that had darkened and left her as of late…though she was trying. and so she stood, having left one of her new journies on it, thrilled to bits in some small way that crept past her melancholic state. imagining the man was like her. “it’s fucking interesting, isn’t it? i’ve not seen anything like it!” wild swearing spewing from her, to match his own speaking. “it’s a metro station, ‘a think it’s named”. 

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Quentin found himself immediately stunned out of his panic by the young woman’s response. It’s fucking interesting, she’d said. Well, she wasn’t technically wrong. “Uh, yeah,” he responded, surprised. “That’s exactly what it’s called-- the metro. Here, anyway. Though I guess the one I’m more used to would be the subway.” He glanced up at the giant "M” metro signs above them that didn’t seem familiar in the slightest. “But, uh, yeah, same general idea though-- mass transit, electric rails, the whole...” he gestured vaguely towards the tracks next to the platform, “thing, you know.” 

She said she hadn’t seen anything like it before, so she must be from somewhere way out in the middle of the country-- though he was trying to place her accent, and he couldn’t quite pin it down. Then again, he wasn’t exactly on his A-game. But at least her reactions to the metro station were doing a great job of distracting him from his own concerns. “What train are you getting on?” he asked. “I mean, not that I’m trying to follow you or anything, I swear I’m not a stalker...”