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@ofvast / starter call.

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If anything, this should be something he should bring up with Oliver, since he’s the one asking questions and demanding answers. And Graham will! Eventually. Once he figures out how to bring it up with someone who has never once knowingly encountered Primordial Fear.

Mike is, theoretically, a little easier to talk to in that regard, because at least he was there when that... what-the-hell, body-snatcher or whatever shifted its way out of the table.

Not that it’s the only reason Graham lets Mike know he can come over whenever: he’s worried about him, rail-thin and as jumpy as Graham was on his worst days when the table was his. And Mike’s got his own secrets, too, that much Graham can at least guess at. He does not need the Watcher for that, although it likes to hint at things that make him uneasy to know without Mike’s knowing.

The usual how-are-yous float by, tea and coffee and anything else is offered, and silence settles until Graham can muster the courage to actually talk.

“You reckon...” He clears his throat and readjusts his grip on his cup. “I mean, besides that thing in the table, there’s... a lot more out there, I think, in the world that people don’t know about. All sorts of horrible stuff.” He hesitates to ask; he’d asked Oliver the other day about what he thought about Graham, and he’d gotten nothing but the truth, equally angry and loving. Oliver’s at his dad’s again for a bit. “... But at least it can be... roughly-categorized. I think.” He leaves the floor open. If Mike doesn’t think he’s absolutely off his rocker.

[healieas]

@ofvast​ / mike crew.

       “If you’ll forgive me for being a tad miffed, Mister Crew, I did request Simon’s presence specifically. Oh, but I suppose he’s off skydiving, or-- deep sea diving-- or some other sort of diving...” He trailed off into muttering as he puttered about his desk, three Eyes fixed firmly upon the Vast avatar at all times. “Though I suppose this ultimately bodes well, given your familiarity with the material. And you are, of course, welcome, so long as you respect the space.” Lips quirking, he set out two cups of tea, prepared by Rosie, and sank down into his chair, gesturing to the one opposite him. “There we are. Now, how this book found its way to the Institute is anyone’s guess, but we very nearly had an incident in the library, and, well, I’m not keen on risking another one. I would have burned the thing, but I owed Simon a favor, and it appears he’s transferring that to you.”

[thearchivst]

“   michael.   “  

an   individual   he   did   not   believe   that   he   would   see   again   after   daisy   had   broken   into   their   last   meeting.   it   was   strange.   he   shouldn’t   be   surprised   about   things   this   far   into   the   game   --   but   avatars   continued   to   throw   him   for   loops   on   what   they   could   or   could   not   survive.  

hands   fold,   and   he   already   starts   planning   his   escape   routes.  

“   to   what   do   i   owe   the   pleasure   ?   “      /      @ofvast​

[vigilxbo]

@ofvast​ liked this post for a starter.

-—❧ He swings the ring of his keychain around his forefinger as he casually saunters down the sidewalk. Elias doesn't seem like he's in any rush to get to his car, parked around a block down from where he is. He's somewhat aware of the presence behind him, he's also aware that said presence isn't paying him any mind. But when was the last time he cared for details like that?

❝ You know, it's not in good taste to sneak up on a man. ❞ He smiles, catching his keys and turning on his heel. ❝ At least not one with eyes in the back of his head. ❞

[mysteriesdelved]

        ‘ you’ve been following me. ‘ it was said simply, drily, as luke turned to look down at the kid who had been intent on shadowing him. he found it a little surprising, given most of the younger demigods aboard the princess andromeda made it their business to stay far away from him. he didn’t mind that fear, given how long he’d spent as the hermes cabin counselor dealing with way too many kids crammed into one cabin and being the one to handle each and every one of their problems. now it seemed like he could never escape that role.

        luke rested one hand on his hip, the other combing through his sandy blonde hair. ‘ did someone forget to give you something to do? or are you just on a mission to bother me? ‘

@ofvast

[paranoiy]

THERE’S  NOTHING  MORE  JON  CAN  DO  ON   HIS  OWN.      no more he can endure.  once - suspicions have grown into mountain of doubt, and once - real has ebbed away to delusion.  no one can be trusted, not at the archives.  there’s nowhere to run, and no answers, and no solutions.  so few have survived the spiral into which jon is falling and falling, as far as he knows.  how’s he supposed to survive it?  how, when no matter how he tries to claw himself out into something stable and real and secure, he’s drawn back in?

amongst a disarray of statements, he’s found the pieces of michael crew’s existence, and sown them into a distorted narrative.  something chased him as it chases jon.  has he escaped?  this is why jon stands at crew’s door  (  he’d managed to use the archive’s resources to find the place  )  and awaits its opening.  for the first time, he is desperate for help.  for the first time, he is desperate to believe something real, to cling to it, amongst an ocean of non - reality and doubt.  the door opens, and jon’s apprehension reigns over him.

“  are you michael crew?  ”  he’s tried so hard to sound stern, to seem composed, but there’s a waver in his voice now that never goes away.  “  i need to see michael crew.  ”

@ofvast  /  spiral!jon starter

[bcholding]

                       @ofvast 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃:        ► 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

       ❝ Hello, Micheal.  Ah-ah ah do not hang up on me. I will call again, and again, and again. And if I must I will go to your home and I will make sure that time wasted is well compensated for. Now please, I have a favor to ask of you. ❞

                        𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐀 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊.  What  was  the  point  of  an  all  knowing  sovereign  if  one  could  not  besiege  their  knowledge  for  personal  gain  of  the  mundane;  making  bets  with  Peter,  blackmailing  officials,  finding  out  which  employee  keeps  tagging  the  microwaving  their  lunches  without  using  a  cover, etc.  Finding  the  number  of  another  avatar  was  piece  of  cake  only  added  to  the  ever  growing  list  of  possible  misuses  of  his  abilities.

[baseyra]

USUALLY, Basira would lower her gun to show she means no harm. But nothing’s --well, nothing’s been usual since she lost Daisy...or perhaps more relevantly, since the world ended.

She’s been traveling across the continent since then, acting on every information from any source she’s managed to press on how to get to Daisy. She knows Jon is alive --perhaps it’s not Jon, perhaps it’s just the Archivist, but it doesn’t matter. If he’s the one that did this, he has to be the one that can undo this, and Basira doesn’t particularly care whether he’s willing to do it or not. Martin hasn’t called since the world ended, but she can’t allow herself to wonder whether he’s alive or not. Single-minded focus has served her best in the past; it’s what will get her to Daisy now. Daisy first, and then the world.

But it’s that same focus that has her distracted enough to stumble upon a man she’s sure she helped bury, even if it was dark that evening. Even if Basira’s seen so many corpses. Every instinct in her body tells her it’s far too late to backtrack, he’s surely spotted her, and running would just be stupid. So she aims her gun, more a baring of teeth than any actual action plan, and tries to slow her heartbeat. Just like during a shootout, her focus narrows. Now she remembers his name. “Crew, was it? Michael Crew?”

@ofvast gets a plotted starter !