#nyadaprotest

[shiftingdani]

Dear site who is posting unnecessary articles,

How about you try to use your reach to find the LN that are still missing instead of writing speculating articles about which you have ABSOLUTELY NO insight on? Thank you very much.

[gotmattitude]

invite madness ❖ self para

WHO: Matt Rutherford, with mentions of Noah Puckerman, the rescue team, and NPCs Yejun Kwon, Aveline Morgan, Darrius Darville, and Auntie Dame.

WHAT: A summary of the week following the rescue mission. 

WHEN: January 26th through February 1st.

WHERE: Mostly on campus at NYADA.

WARNINGS: Blood, gore, violence, murder, drinking to avoid problems.

On Friday, the rescue mission is successful--technically. Matt breaks bones and uses his shadow to push hungry, violent selkies into a pool with something rotting inside. There are bodies left strewn across the tiled floor, bullet holes seeping blood, guts separated from abdomen. They get away, but when they do he’s not sure if anyone else does. 

On Saturday, his lungs are working properly, but not his head. Everything feels slow and fuzzy, like he could just wake up any moment and nothing will be the same. Puck says he should put the blame on him. How did everything go to shit so fast?

On Sunday, Puck knows more about him than anybody else, and Aether, it’s fucked up. It cements the need for secrecy, for pointing fingers and making excuses, to let it eat him up inside. 

On Monday, he can’t go to the protest. Finally out of the hospital, and celebrating by protesting against witches, Yejun sees him leave, asks him what’s up. Matt says he’s tired. Yejun asks if he wants to go for a drink, instead. Matt says yes. He doesn’t drink enough so he loses himself, so he becomes too loose-tongued that his secret is revealed, but Yejun does learn he was at Brownstone. He says he should go, pay his respects. If the goddamn Cardines couldn’t save them, how did he expect he would’ve? 

On Tuesday, he shows up, avoids talking to most. He finds himself drifting more towards the witches, the other doppels. The selkies in the pictures seem to push him away, but he’s still there. He’s still angry. He still believes in this cause. If it had been witches, he would’ve done the same thing. He would’ve done the same thing. He would’ve done the same thing. He would’ve done the same thing. 

On Wednesday, it takes him a long time to get there, and he leaves early. All he did was protect himself. If it had been witches, he would’ve done the same thing. All he did was keep them away from them. If Puck hadn’t started shooting... If he had just taken a second... If he could just go back. He asks Yejun to go out for drinks, again, and this time he almost lets a little too loose. Almost.

On Thursday, he just wants it all to be over. Wants it all to stop. He doesn’t want to sit and wonder. To stand with signs and wonder. What if? What do I do? It’s early, when he wakes up. It’s still dark, and the weight of it presses down on his chest. On Thursday, he just wants the week to stop there. He just wants the week to keep going, as fast possible. On Thursday, he doesn’t want to make any more decisions. He wants to ignore it all. 

But he can’t.

[infinnite]

(self para)

The Hiffler was sitting on a lawn chair with a thinly veiled drink in hand. Finn was sitting next to him and looking awkward with his long limbs and worried expression. He hadn’t been at the sitdown every day and wondered if that was good or bad. Some people were camping out, and Finn was reminded of the poor cabin trip they had in the summer with those cultist faes. 

“Dude, shouldn’t we like do shit? Carry signs?” Finn pointed out to the vocal protesters who were marching in a circle. His frat brother turned his lazy head over and said, “Naaah. We just gotta like show up.”

“The fuck does that mean,” Finn said and gave a sheepish smile to a girl next to them who picked up her stuff and moved away. The Hiffler sighed and looked at Finn. “Dude, I’m not an activist type. Y’know that. This is like skipping classes and getting some cred. I get both of both worlds. Don’t think too much ‘bout it.” The Hiffler patted Finn on the shoulder before getting up to see a group of hot girls. “Ladies, have you been with a wolfman?” The Hiffler howled and walked over to them, leaving Finn behind with his thoughts.

Finn didn’t feel like he was the right person to be here, until he spotted a wave of witches marching along too. The feeling he got from them was anger but not the fresh raw pain he felt from the LN speakers. It was the disappointment of the past and the determination to fix things moving forward. Finn took that emotion in, pushing out his old doubts that he didn’t belong. No, that was bullshit he had been telling himself to not get involved more. 

Finn saw that there were people handing out signs. Walking over, Finn took one to the surprise of the sign giver and marched toward the Main Building with the rest of the protesters.

[shiftingdani]

@shiftingdani: This is brave, this is bruised, this is who I´m meant to be. This is me! #nyadaprotest

[aquaevans]

Text || Jared and Sam

Sam: Hey, it's Sam. New number.

Jared: ...Hello to you too. Where the hell have you been?

Sam: ...Around.

Jared: Did you hear about that fire? It's fucked up! I'm heading down to the protest with Gemma. They didn't identify Brett as one of the victims so he's still missing. We want people to remember him. You coming with?

[With all that happened, Sam almost forgot about Brett. He felt even guiltier now that he had before. But he couldn't go to the protest. Or should he? But what if his friends...or ex-friends saw him. They could tell him to leave.]

Sam: I'll see if I can make it. Work's pissed that I missed the last couple days.

Sam: [Liar- unsent]

Jared: Dude, you okay? You'd normally be gung-ho about this, given how hard you looked for that Kurt kid. How is he?

Sam: [I don't know-unsent]

Sam: Would you be okay if a psychopath kidnapped you?

Jared: Point taken. Hope to see you at the protest.

Sam: Yeah...