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[maritimemelancholy]

One Cold Night in Gravilos

The street is dark, quiet, and really empty for the most part. The dull neon glow of the local hivestems illuminate the streets, bathing them in a sickly cyan and jade that dances with what little moonlight shines through the block.

It’s a pleasant atmosphere- particularly for those who enjoy their quiet- and a nice reprieve from the typical hustle and bustle of city activity that one might expect. Of course-

This reprieve, like many things on the planet, is short-lived... bringing instead the sound of shattering glass and splintering wood frames as a strange man is very audibly and decisively defenestrated.

Then again, he was thrown into a building from outside, so perhaps he was actually fenestrated?

Either way... ouch. That had to hurt.

@cawfiendtrolls​

[maritimemelancholy]

open rp

MM: Wow.

MM: What a great cigarette that was.

MM: Nothing like a nice, long break.

[maritimemelancholy]

Data Gathering Judgement meme

>The night was long, but you finally had a chance to get back to work at the job you most excelled at- gathering your own personal census information. Your methodology was questionable, at best, but at least you were consistent Retrieving a cigarette and a piping cup of Earl Grey, you delve into the cases.

MM: Pardon me- do you have a small moment for the sake of science?

Reblog with 1-2 trolls/humans/aliens/ocs to have Luke analyze them. In the interest of ethical considerations, your oc may also analyze Luke in return (if they want)!

[maritimemelancholy]

open rp

MM: A lot of foot traffic in the city, lately. Bit weird, isn’t it?

MM: Feels as if you can hardly even walk around without somebody trying to make some odd statement by intentionally bumping into your shoulder, or something.

MM: I’m not really fond of the crowds, but I still want to feel like I’m out and doing something.

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open rp

MM: There is a serial killer whose activity has recently spiked again.

MM: At least, I believe that it’s the same troll. They tend to target highbloods- fish, even. It seems like something that’d be a bit rare, but I’m not too well-read on the subject.

MM: I’ve been debating going out to investigate the area for any clues.

MM: Not sure if I really want to make the trip and take the risk yet, though.

MM: At any rate, any seadwellers in the Greater Southwest Alternian area might want to avoid unfamiliar strangers.

[maritimemelancholy]

🌙👄😳 for Luke

🌙 tell about one of their recent dreams/nightmares

MM: I have trouble sleeping.

MM: Even on Earth, it was something I had some difficulty with. I lie awake often- restlessness or something. So, I try and distract myself with books. As you might imagine, that’s yielded some interesting dreams, on occasion.

MM: My best dreams are dreams of home.

MM: My worst are... 

MM: Well, I’d rather not really get too far into it, but I have a recurring dream on occasion where I drown. In various ways. I just drown.

MM: It feels uncomfortably real.

MM: Led to some awkward moments with my kismesis, as well, since I’ve woken up gasping in the past.

👄 whisper a secret no one else knows

MM: I don’t... think I’ll be here much longer.

MM: I was ready to leave even before... certain events happened, and certain arrangements were negotiated.

MM: Now I just need to figure out when. I need to arrange certain things.

MM: Unfortunately, I also need to make some rather weighty decisions. That’s between me and myself, though. I don’t want to talk about it any further.

😳 say one thing they are ashamed of

MM: My methodology.

MM: It’s over now. I can’t change who I was in the past, or how I approached certain aspects of my study. I was young- excited. Thrilled, even. I had no idea what I was doing, I was just overjoyed at the opportunity to be doing it. That led to carelessness.

MM: I am sure that the lives of certain trolls would be better had I never been in them, and I am sorry about that.

MM: But I am not going to let it stop me- I can’t. I am no longer acting only for myself.

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open rp

>As it turns out, you are not your friends. You are something more. Something much more fragile.

>And you’re not sure you can actually walk on this leg anymore after taking that fall. Or, actually, maybe you can. For a few steps.

>That was the thought process that sent you careening into the side of the graffiti-laden noticeboard, anyway. Not a great look. Not a safe look. You briefly consider ringing one of your own contacts, but decide against it for the moment to spare yourself the situation. Maybe you can make a new friend? It’ll go great. A local friend.

>Haha.

>You are wincing in pain.

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open rp

MM: Hear me out, if you will.

MM: Because I do understand the inherent dangers of public transport and the necessity to keep one’s own personal space.

MM: But it’s poor form to sit in the aisle seat on the tram when the window seat is empty, thus preventing anyone from sitting in the free seat.

MM: Equally poor form to put your baggage in the available seat.

MM: I think society could be improved if we accepted that, and avoided doing it.

MM: And save me from potentially being mauled on the tube because I needed to sit for a moment.