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nightlogs2023-11-08 05:30 pm
not_your_mary) wrote in nightlogs2023-11-08 05:30 pm
[OTA] How do you do, fellow Guardians?
Who: Maria and You!
What: Maria bonds with the group to gather intel for Kuk
Where: Various locations of the Pole
When: During Toil & Trouble (Hocus Pocus plot)
Warnings/Notes: alcohol in prompt A, hallucinations and referenced death and illness (cancer/melanoma) in prompt D, manipulation, shapeshifting, will add if more come up.
If you get to know her, Maria is truly a tragic lady. The problem is, you don't know her. You can't. She is nothing, and she is willing to do anything, eager to cling to any baseline to perpetuate her existence. The upper hand is hers, and like anyone who has too much power, she feels fidgety for one reason or another. She figures it's a great time to get to know the Guardians...
A. Pity Party
Always nice to see how, despite the apparently neverending load of bullshit this group has been subjected to, the community spirit never seems to break. Maria gets herself a bottle of beer and decides to sit next to a fireplace.
"This is a nice spot. Very cozy." she takes a sip, nodding at the closest person "I'm kind of looking for a different mood, though. Anything you guys do for fun around here?"
She lets an awkward moment of silence pass.
"If not I can always...Drink to forget, I guess."
B. Listen to reason
Walking around with fake nonchalance, Maria looks for a good spot outside to make the scene work. Someone is sitting alone on a log in the snow, sipping some hot beverage. She shapeshifts into them for what is perhaps a millisecond, just to get a little download of them and identify their center.
She's going to have a nice conversation first and then find some private place to shapeshift again and see what checks out, inheriting their traits and memories and most importantly gathering intel. That's going to be a long process to rinse and repeat several times with everyone, though. Now it's just time to startle this one person.
"Fuck this shit!" she kicks a snowman, knocking it over, pretending to be angsty about something. Well, she is, but not about this. But that was so rude, right? She better walk up to that person and apologize.
"Sorry, honey, I didn't mean to startle you. Or to break your snowman...Oh! Maybe you can help me: those elves of this place, they probably don't trust me because I just got here, but I seriously need to get out of here and look for my little girl! They won't listen to reason, can you help me with this?"
C. *item pick up sound* I got gloves
Not much time has passed yet since Maria arrived. One day and two nights to be exact. She spent that landing period to explore the Pole, get an idea of what is kept where. Some guy named Henry was so kind to use his talent for drawing maps to make one for her. He had caught her attention because he too seems to be linked to Silent Hill, but he's not suspecting in any way that she might be a manifestation from the town. Good, always better to make sure.
She was certainly interested when the name Sunderland popped in the conversation, but eh, just James's father not having any news from him and keeping an umbilical cord for...How many years was it again? Anyway, though that explains a few things it really doesn't serve her for now. What serves her now is blending in.
She collects the dishes and the silverware from the table after dinner is over, and brings it over to the sink. If there is some magic available and they explain it to her, if only to make mundane tasks like this easier, she will listen. She nods towards someone in the room:
"Hey, do you know where they keep the gloves? Wouldn't want to ruin my fresh manicure."
D. A dim reflection
Perhaps because she's used to the strange setting where she was created, Maria feels strangely peaceful at how cold this place is. At home, even, and when she ends up in this rickety toilet she takes her sweet time to do her business.
While washing her hands, she sees her reflection looking fairly normal, perhaps slightly ghostly from the pale lighting. Deciding to wash her face, when she raises her head her reflection warps into a part of her that is not so hidden to James, but something she hates nonetheless: it's Mary.
God, look at her, the goody two shoes, always so perfect somehow. She's adjusting her little cute vintage dress, tucking a string of bland brown hair behind her ear like she's classy, while Maria with her short hair dyed blonde and pink and her leopard print miniskirt feels such offense, such outrage that she rips the metal towel dispenser off the wall by the sheer rage induced force.
"YOU BITCH!" she throws it at the mirror, shattering it "GET AWAY FROM ME!"
But the yelling has her throat feel scratchy, and she starts coughing and coughing. Is this the illness? Her face hurts, is it getting bloated like Mary's before death?
"Fuck! No..."
Please, please, please. She already has her voice and her memories, she doesn't want to have her face too. She can't tell if it was just the mirror playing tricks on her or if she actually transformed (she has not), starts hyperventilating.
"DON'T LOOK AT ME!" she will yell at anyone approaching her "JUST GO AWAY!"
What: Maria bonds with the group to gather intel for Kuk
Where: Various locations of the Pole
When: During Toil & Trouble (Hocus Pocus plot)
Warnings/Notes: alcohol in prompt A, hallucinations and referenced death and illness (cancer/melanoma) in prompt D, manipulation, shapeshifting, will add if more come up.
If you get to know her, Maria is truly a tragic lady. The problem is, you don't know her. You can't. She is nothing, and she is willing to do anything, eager to cling to any baseline to perpetuate her existence. The upper hand is hers, and like anyone who has too much power, she feels fidgety for one reason or another. She figures it's a great time to get to know the Guardians...
A. Pity Party
Always nice to see how, despite the apparently neverending load of bullshit this group has been subjected to, the community spirit never seems to break. Maria gets herself a bottle of beer and decides to sit next to a fireplace.
"This is a nice spot. Very cozy." she takes a sip, nodding at the closest person "I'm kind of looking for a different mood, though. Anything you guys do for fun around here?"
She lets an awkward moment of silence pass.
"If not I can always...Drink to forget, I guess."
B. Listen to reason
Walking around with fake nonchalance, Maria looks for a good spot outside to make the scene work. Someone is sitting alone on a log in the snow, sipping some hot beverage. She shapeshifts into them for what is perhaps a millisecond, just to get a little download of them and identify their center.
She's going to have a nice conversation first and then find some private place to shapeshift again and see what checks out, inheriting their traits and memories and most importantly gathering intel. That's going to be a long process to rinse and repeat several times with everyone, though. Now it's just time to startle this one person.
"Fuck this shit!" she kicks a snowman, knocking it over, pretending to be angsty about something. Well, she is, but not about this. But that was so rude, right? She better walk up to that person and apologize.
"Sorry, honey, I didn't mean to startle you. Or to break your snowman...Oh! Maybe you can help me: those elves of this place, they probably don't trust me because I just got here, but I seriously need to get out of here and look for my little girl! They won't listen to reason, can you help me with this?"
C. *item pick up sound* I got gloves
Not much time has passed yet since Maria arrived. One day and two nights to be exact. She spent that landing period to explore the Pole, get an idea of what is kept where. Some guy named Henry was so kind to use his talent for drawing maps to make one for her. He had caught her attention because he too seems to be linked to Silent Hill, but he's not suspecting in any way that she might be a manifestation from the town. Good, always better to make sure.
She was certainly interested when the name Sunderland popped in the conversation, but eh, just James's father not having any news from him and keeping an umbilical cord for...How many years was it again? Anyway, though that explains a few things it really doesn't serve her for now. What serves her now is blending in.
She collects the dishes and the silverware from the table after dinner is over, and brings it over to the sink. If there is some magic available and they explain it to her, if only to make mundane tasks like this easier, she will listen. She nods towards someone in the room:
"Hey, do you know where they keep the gloves? Wouldn't want to ruin my fresh manicure."
D. A dim reflection
Perhaps because she's used to the strange setting where she was created, Maria feels strangely peaceful at how cold this place is. At home, even, and when she ends up in this rickety toilet she takes her sweet time to do her business.
While washing her hands, she sees her reflection looking fairly normal, perhaps slightly ghostly from the pale lighting. Deciding to wash her face, when she raises her head her reflection warps into a part of her that is not so hidden to James, but something she hates nonetheless: it's Mary.
God, look at her, the goody two shoes, always so perfect somehow. She's adjusting her little cute vintage dress, tucking a string of bland brown hair behind her ear like she's classy, while Maria with her short hair dyed blonde and pink and her leopard print miniskirt feels such offense, such outrage that she rips the metal towel dispenser off the wall by the sheer rage induced force.
"YOU BITCH!" she throws it at the mirror, shattering it "GET AWAY FROM ME!"
But the yelling has her throat feel scratchy, and she starts coughing and coughing. Is this the illness? Her face hurts, is it getting bloated like Mary's before death?
"Fuck! No..."
Please, please, please. She already has her voice and her memories, she doesn't want to have her face too. She can't tell if it was just the mirror playing tricks on her or if she actually transformed (she has not), starts hyperventilating.
"DON'T LOOK AT ME!" she will yell at anyone approaching her "JUST GO AWAY!"
b!
Oh, uh, forget about it, it wasn't even my-
[Forget that, back up, more importantly:]
Ohhhh shit, you have a little girl back home? [Eddie winces, but then follows it up with a shrug, trying his best to sound hopeful for the sake of this stranger.] Hey, surely these guys wouldn't leave a little girl without anyone looking after her, right? Kind of defeats the purpose of everything they've been saying and doing.
Re: b!
I know, right? They literally said that there are witches out there looking to harm children, and yet they won't let me look for Laura! She was with me when I got here and then...I lost her. She's only eight years old, she must be scared and freezing by herself.
[She does a self hugging gesture to show some anxiety, then dares, with a bit of fake hesitation, to sit on the log next to Eddie.]
I would ask what kind of messed up rules do they have here to let that happen, then again I am new and I can't expect to understand the culture immediately.
[She rests her chin on a hand, looking the perfect mix of focused and distracted.]
Maybe I should just sneak out, or something.