[ It's more a resigned statement than anything else. It's been a slow process since he's manifested in this place, and he probably will have to relocate to Central Park where there are puddles to lie in. ]
I dunno... it seems like something that Sleep wants. Changing us into something else.
-- she's the one who brought us to this fucked up place. She's the one that is changing everyone into these creatures and giving powers. [ He swings his arm out to gesture toward the rest of the city. ] The cause of all of this --
[ But also she's ensuring some people are saved from torment. ]
I don't think she's doing it out of the goodness of her heart, but she likes to spout shit like it is. Like she wants our love or devotion or something. It's all nonsense!
[ Huh. Gorgug listens to Murphy, the way he reacts, and Gorgug sorta remembers a brief talk between him and a woman about Sleep. The way he felt defensive of her, and he isn't sure why. And now she's the one behind all this? ]
So, she's... doing this because she wants to?
[ Is that it? He's not sure if that's it, but 'wants our love and devotion', and she's bringing people here for... that reason? ]
[ Actually, he isn't quite sure what it might be. Maria thought it was because she's lonely, but is that really it? ]
I don't get it. She's a psychopath.
[ But a lot of his bite is gone out of his words, because he's reliant on her to keeping some people he cares about from going back to the Hell in their worlds. He scratches the side of his head, angry. Of course, the gas mask is in the way so he can't do anything but slightly adjust the item affixed to his face. ]
A crazy goddess that's dragging us into some... relationship drama, I guess. I think someone said she's in love with another god named One, or something, but he's giving her the cold shoulder... so she's snagging people to make up for it. I guess.
[ Bite or not, there's a strength to the man's words that makes sense to Gorgug as he listens, sympathises. They're here and they shouldn't be, and a goddess can do a lot--a goddess could probably put them in a dingy, destroyed city and do as she likes with them, and that would be bad enough.
But relationship drama? If Gorgug had facial muscles, he would be cringing externally as well as internally. Outwardly, there's nothing that shows differently about him. But when he speaks, his voice still with that muffled quality: ]
Ohh maann. [ That sure is a suffering aw mannn. ] Gods and relationships are-- I'm really bad at relationships, and I think, gods can be, they can be fucked up. But a god with relationship drama sounds... bad.
[ It's not really different, being stuck in a god's snowglobe because they want pets to play with. But one going through relationship drama? That's got to be worse. Gorgug knows it's got to! They're going to get rattled in that snowglobe and it's gonna suck! ]
[ He can only agree that is what it is. He probably should've tried to figure out more about how bad it is, but survival has come first. The rest is just bullshit. What can he do against a goddess? Against these gods fighting? He's turning into a fish for fuck's sake! He just wants the people he's come to care about to be safe.
Why is that such a huge fucking ask? Why does it continue to be one? Why can't life be fair to those who have already suffered? He isn't talking about himself, though. It's fine if he could carry their burdens just a little, at least, he'd feel like he helped them.
Murphy pauses to kick some debris hard off the side of the street they're standing on. It bounces onto the sidewalk but that's about it. He clicks his tongue. ]
I don't even know what we can do... but I guess we have to keep trying to do something, right?
[ Gorgug thinks about Kristen, wishing she were here--or that Gorgug wasn't here, but if there was anything to do with gods, she might have an inclination (even if her whole things with her god and her crisis of faith was, uh... well) as to what to do. Or having anyone he knows would be great, would feel like there's a place to start for thinking.
Because Gorgug doesn't really know about gods. He knows they exist, he knows odd stories that might be based on truths or just for drama, but god tantrums are usually the same. They were never his favourite growing up, liking more the every day adventurers than the power plays of high upper beings.
'We have to do something, the man says, and Gorgug feels lost about what that could be. But-- ]
Yeah-- yeah. [ He'll try to be encouraging, maybe even sound like he agrees, believes in that. Just because--well, sure, the guy seems older than him, but--it seems like he could do with the belief. ] Maybe this goddess just needs to find the right person to talk to. Maybe something happened and they both got upset, and, or, sometimes, you... you just lash out and do things because you're upset, and we're stuck in the middle of that. And the god just needs a, someone like...
I thought gods were supposed to be like unknowable or some bullshit like that... [ Yet again, he rubs his hand over his face, seemingly forgetting the gas mask is there. He has to pause to adjust how the mask sits. ] How is it that we're supposed to help out their ... whatever ... emotional constipation?
[ Is he even thinking about this right? Or is his thinking colored by how others are being "helped" by Sleep? He feels a wave of exhaustion crash into him as his entire body slumps. ]
I don't know about you, Gorgug, but I was just a mechanic before coming here... all of this is way above my head... yet I still want to save the people here. [ Maybe that's wrong of him to think; maybe that's conceited and self-important, but it is what he wants to do. ]
[ This isn't Gorgug's forte. He feels it clearly in watching Murphy, listening to him speak, and at least can agree with how out of his element the man feels. Yeah, it would be better for anyone else but them to be stuck in this.
Gorgug couldn't even make sure to have a working crystal connection for his girlfriend. He's not the guy to help any gods.
But there's more than exhaustion for their circumstances, it seems. There's something there, blatant, Gorgug thinks, when Murphy as much states it: he wants to help people, and that's commendable. Even though he's a man turning into a fish, and Gorgug stands completely as a pile of rocks, and neither of them really seem to know much--well, Murphy probably has a reason to feel the way he does.
Gorgug just feels awkward, but he offers anyway, even awkwardly: ]
Well... you know, I think that, even without the gods and their problems, we're still people, stuck here. So I... I don't know a lot about what goes on here, but there's probably something you can do. This place looks like trash.
[ Just! An observation!
But actually, you know what: ] I heard there were monsters.
Well, it seems like this world went through something.
[ Murphy can't say that he's the most educated person on what's going on. He wonders if it's right that he's been just focusing on surviving and trying to help those around him - it's a nice thought but when he's asked questions, he falters a little since he doesn't know anymore. ]
Yeah... apparently they're the result of people who decide to fully devote themselves to Sleep. They're nothing short of monstrosities... usually, they're sleeping but when they get active, things get really crazy.
[ That's the best way that he can put it.
Letting out a long sigh, he wishes he could give better anything. ]
But you're right about one thing. We are all people and we're just going to figure this out together.
[ Oh, they're just turned people? Now even the monster aspect is confusing about this place. This just keeps getting way too confusing.
At least he's being told he's right about one thing, and that's nice. That he can appreciate. There's not a lot to appreciate when you've been turned into a stone guy, but, little things, he guesses. ]
So, I guess... us normal people, we-- what do we do here, in the meantime? We just-- do we just live here? And stay away from the crazy people.
[ Do these Sleep devotees count as cultists? Feeling like cultists, IMHO. ]
[ Oh man, clue finding? Gorgug is cringing internally the moment Murphy mentions it. W-where's smarter people when you need them?
At the very least, he doesn't mind saying with some confidence, ] I can protect people. [ ... ] I bet I can punch pretty good.
[ So he says, while turning his rocky head to look at one of his arms so that he can properly watch it move with the ease of a puppet on strings--so, not very smoothly. Still, he does get a close enough punching motion out of the arm, the tuning fork strapped around the wrist area of his hand--a flat slab of stone with no 'fingers'--flapping around wildly from the motion.
It does knock against Gorgug's rocky arm once, making a brief, if emotionally--soothing sound. ... unfortunately, the wild swinging doesn't really have the effect last for long, that even Gorgug doesn't comment on it when he looks back at Murphy (with his arm still held out, still as stone.) ]
So, do we have a dig in town we all hang out? A kind of group-- hideout?
[ Are they like a group of weird survivors, like in those dystopian games and movies?! ]
It doesn't really seem like a group hang out, but it is a collaborative effort.
[ His head tilts to the side as he replies about what's going on. There are those that know a lot more than him, and they're grabbing any pieces that they happen to find. However, Murphy doesn't know if it's enough or if they simply don't know what more is needed to have the pieces fit. ]
The overall consensus is that we have to overthrow Sleep and put others in her place. Different gods, but it seems like those gods aren't being very -- [ Shrugs. ] -- godly.
[ Letting out a frustrated sigh. ] I dunno. Punching real good will be enough, I think, to deal with those creatures - ah, Hosts - when they wake up. However, not much can be done when our senses start fighting against us.
Siphoning gas from anything would be fine, but it wouldn't last for that long and a pain in the ass to get just for a few blocks. Fixing them up would also take some time, but theoretically, it could all work. Just not for long. As soon as the gas you have is used... that's it.
[ He holds his hands out in a surrendering position. ]
It's kind of fucked like that... people choose where they live and everything's a free for all, really... but we all try to live relatively close to each other just because of what a nuisance it is to try to get anywhere.
[ It might sound like a waste of time, but Gorgug wonders if it's completely like that. Regardless, the subject of living coming back around does bring up something maybe more immediately helpful: ]
Is the area everyone lives in close by? I don't know what to do, but, I think I still want somewhere to stay? [ ... ] I think-- Yeah, it makes sense to, like, if I still live indoors, somewhere...
[ Even if he feels pretty weird being a rock golem. ]
[ He makes a circling gesture but pauses as he realizes that actually the name that Gorgug gave -- he probably doesn't know what that means. ]
I'll show you.
[ Murphy makes a face underneath his mask. He's glad that it isn't actually shown. The whole Murmur thing is something he's still getting used to, honestly. Even months of being part of it, he still just feels weird about hearing other people's voices in his head; seeing images that they want; all that bullshit.
But it's useful in this respect that he's able to reach out to Gorgug and show him on a "map" of the city about where everyone is located. He tries to imagine the map of New York and circle the area that has the most people living - which seems to be Midtown and Manhattan itself, as far as he can tell. ]
[ Oh, this feeling-- Gorgug recognises this feeling, experiencing it somewhat in the dream. It's not the same as when his friends send him Messages, though there's something similar, but this is more in-depth as the imagery seeps in as Gorgug accepts the connection that's requested.
A map. Gorgug stands as still as he already has been for the most part as he focuses inward, follows where Murphy leads. But then there's a feeling the older man may notice, like Gorgug trying to look around at the map, as he asks (in a voice much clearer over the Murmur, echoing the same muffled one that can be heard out loud): ]
Do you know where we are?
[ Gorgug hasn't been really paying attention to any street signs. None of them were familiar, so he quickly gave up on keeping track.
But there's a noticeable ease that Gorgug has about this form of communication, even if there's a certain curious quality coming through. ]
[ Breathing out a little sigh, he nods. He's never been to New York before but thought a long time ago that it'd be fine to visit. Wishes and horses or something.
He still remains connected to Gorgug as he shows where they are - Manhattan. They're relatively close to Central Park. He intends to go there so he can lay face up in some puddle - a desire to be close to water is eating at him, yet again. ]
Okay. [ Hm hm, he's learning, he's learning! So they're in around this area, and that area's where people mostly live out at... ] Is there anywhere else I should know about? Anywhere dangerous, or-- something like that?
[ Do the unstable people hang out anywhere, or just everywhere? ]
I guess no more than the average city, though. [ He works his jaw back and forth as he thinks more about it. ] The subway and deep underground is absolutely -- [ A pause as he looks at Gorgug then looks away. ] -- nowhere you should be. Nowhere anyone should be. It's filled with --
[ He makes a gesture with his hands before letting them drop. ]
-- you just start go insane while you're down there along with monsters.
[ Best to put it that way. ] Anyone explain tethers to you, yet?
[ Okay. Gorgug would've guessed those turned-insane people would be down in the undergrounds, but now he's wondering what else would turn them insane from being down there. Something to do with close proximity to them? Or something to do with the underground?
He would ask, but the question gets put on hold for the one Murphy gives him. Tethers? ]
I don't remember the word... [ He admits-- thinking about it, with nothing changing about the face for a mask he has despite the way his voice emotes. So it's been the entire time--but then again, a mask is just a mask. ]
[ He crosses his arms as he decides to explain this important bit of information for him, as well. Of course, he only keeps his arms crossed for a short second - he's already rubbing the back of his head. ]
They're ties that you create with other people. Not like ... the power of friendship or whatever, but literal psychic ties that you end up creating with another person.
[ It's the best way that he can explain it. ] They're somewhat crucial to being able to survive here. Without them, your sense of self and ability to reason starts to get all -- [ His mouth twitches underneath the mask. Somehow, he feels like he shouldn't swear so much, and pauses to think of an adequate word. ] -- messed up.
[ His eyebrows furrow. That felt a little too scrubbed a word. ]
The tethers help to, well, keep you tied to reality.
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Date: 2026-04-10 02:14 am (UTC)[ It's more a resigned statement than anything else. It's been a slow process since he's manifested in this place, and he probably will have to relocate to Central Park where there are puddles to lie in. ]
I dunno... it seems like something that Sleep wants. Changing us into something else.
[ He frowns beneath his mask. ]
Have you been told about her?
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Date: 2026-04-10 02:48 pm (UTC)Who is she?
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Date: 2026-04-10 10:25 pm (UTC)[ Seriously, where to begin? ]
-- she's the one who brought us to this fucked up place. She's the one that is changing everyone into these creatures and giving powers. [ He swings his arm out to gesture toward the rest of the city. ] The cause of all of this --
[ But also she's ensuring some people are saved from torment. ]
I don't think she's doing it out of the goodness of her heart, but she likes to spout shit like it is. Like she wants our love or devotion or something. It's all nonsense!
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Date: 2026-04-11 03:19 pm (UTC)So, she's... doing this because she wants to?
[ Is that it? He's not sure if that's it, but 'wants our love and devotion', and she's bringing people here for... that reason? ]
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Date: 2026-04-11 04:11 pm (UTC)[ Actually, he isn't quite sure what it might be. Maria thought it was because she's lonely, but is that really it? ]
I don't get it. She's a psychopath.
[ But a lot of his bite is gone out of his words, because he's reliant on her to keeping some people he cares about from going back to the Hell in their worlds. He scratches the side of his head, angry. Of course, the gas mask is in the way so he can't do anything but slightly adjust the item affixed to his face. ]
A crazy goddess that's dragging us into some... relationship drama, I guess. I think someone said she's in love with another god named One, or something, but he's giving her the cold shoulder... so she's snagging people to make up for it. I guess.
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Date: 2026-04-11 05:18 pm (UTC)But relationship drama? If Gorgug had facial muscles, he would be cringing externally as well as internally. Outwardly, there's nothing that shows differently about him. But when he speaks, his voice still with that muffled quality: ]
Ohh maann. [ That sure is a suffering aw mannn. ] Gods and relationships are-- I'm really bad at relationships, and I think, gods can be, they can be fucked up. But a god with relationship drama sounds... bad.
[ It's not really different, being stuck in a god's snowglobe because they want pets to play with. But one going through relationship drama? That's got to be worse. Gorgug knows it's got to! They're going to get rattled in that snowglobe and it's gonna suck! ]
This is so bad.
[ Relationship drama, ugh... Ugh!!!! ]
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Date: 2026-04-11 05:38 pm (UTC)[ He can only agree that is what it is. He probably should've tried to figure out more about how bad it is, but survival has come first. The rest is just bullshit. What can he do against a goddess? Against these gods fighting? He's turning into a fish for fuck's sake! He just wants the people he's come to care about to be safe.
Why is that such a huge fucking ask? Why does it continue to be one? Why can't life be fair to those who have already suffered? He isn't talking about himself, though. It's fine if he could carry their burdens just a little, at least, he'd feel like he helped them.
Murphy pauses to kick some debris hard off the side of the street they're standing on. It bounces onto the sidewalk but that's about it. He clicks his tongue. ]
I don't even know what we can do... but I guess we have to keep trying to do something, right?
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Date: 2026-04-11 05:53 pm (UTC)Because Gorgug doesn't really know about gods. He knows they exist, he knows odd stories that might be based on truths or just for drama, but god tantrums are usually the same. They were never his favourite growing up, liking more the every day adventurers than the power plays of high upper beings.
'We have to do something, the man says, and Gorgug feels lost about what that could be. But-- ]
Yeah-- yeah. [ He'll try to be encouraging, maybe even sound like he agrees, believes in that. Just because--well, sure, the guy seems older than him, but--it seems like he could do with the belief. ] Maybe this goddess just needs to find the right person to talk to. Maybe something happened and they both got upset, and, or, sometimes, you... you just lash out and do things because you're upset, and we're stuck in the middle of that. And the god just needs a, someone like...
... a really good listener.
[ A therapist. ]
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Date: 2026-04-11 08:22 pm (UTC)[ Somehow, that sounds right... he guesses. ]
I thought gods were supposed to be like unknowable or some bullshit like that... [ Yet again, he rubs his hand over his face, seemingly forgetting the gas mask is there. He has to pause to adjust how the mask sits. ] How is it that we're supposed to help out their ... whatever ... emotional constipation?
[ Is he even thinking about this right? Or is his thinking colored by how others are being "helped" by Sleep? He feels a wave of exhaustion crash into him as his entire body slumps. ]
I don't know about you, Gorgug, but I was just a mechanic before coming here... all of this is way above my head... yet I still want to save the people here. [ Maybe that's wrong of him to think; maybe that's conceited and self-important, but it is what he wants to do. ]
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Date: 2026-04-11 08:44 pm (UTC)Gorgug couldn't even make sure to have a working crystal connection for his girlfriend. He's not the guy to help any gods.
But there's more than exhaustion for their circumstances, it seems. There's something there, blatant, Gorgug thinks, when Murphy as much states it: he wants to help people, and that's commendable. Even though he's a man turning into a fish, and Gorgug stands completely as a pile of rocks, and neither of them really seem to know much--well, Murphy probably has a reason to feel the way he does.
Gorgug just feels awkward, but he offers anyway, even awkwardly: ]
Well... you know, I think that, even without the gods and their problems, we're still people, stuck here. So I... I don't know a lot about what goes on here, but there's probably something you can do. This place looks like trash.
[ Just! An observation!
But actually, you know what: ] I heard there were monsters.
[ He suddenly remembered a Thing. ]
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Date: 2026-04-12 01:21 am (UTC)[ Murphy can't say that he's the most educated person on what's going on. He wonders if it's right that he's been just focusing on surviving and trying to help those around him - it's a nice thought but when he's asked questions, he falters a little since he doesn't know anymore. ]
Yeah... apparently they're the result of people who decide to fully devote themselves to Sleep. They're nothing short of monstrosities... usually, they're sleeping but when they get active, things get really crazy.
[ That's the best way that he can put it.
Letting out a long sigh, he wishes he could give better anything. ]
But you're right about one thing. We are all people and we're just going to figure this out together.
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Date: 2026-04-12 08:56 am (UTC)At least he's being told he's right about one thing, and that's nice. That he can appreciate. There's not a lot to appreciate when you've been turned into a stone guy, but, little things, he guesses. ]
So, I guess... us normal people, we-- what do we do here, in the meantime? We just-- do we just live here? And stay away from the crazy people.
[ Do these Sleep devotees count as cultists? Feeling like cultists, IMHO. ]
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Date: 2026-04-12 05:19 pm (UTC)[ He holds his arm out, making swirling gesture with his hand. ]
There's clues to figuring out how to get out, but ... I don't expect they'll be easy to find.
[ Until then -- ]
We're going to have to do what we can to survive and protect each other.
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Date: 2026-04-12 05:29 pm (UTC)At the very least, he doesn't mind saying with some confidence, ] I can protect people. [ ... ] I bet I can punch pretty good.
[ So he says, while turning his rocky head to look at one of his arms so that he can properly watch it move with the ease of a puppet on strings--so, not very smoothly. Still, he does get a close enough punching motion out of the arm, the tuning fork strapped around the wrist area of his hand--a flat slab of stone with no 'fingers'--flapping around wildly from the motion.
It does knock against Gorgug's rocky arm once, making a brief, if emotionally--soothing sound. ... unfortunately, the wild swinging doesn't really have the effect last for long, that even Gorgug doesn't comment on it when he looks back at Murphy (with his arm still held out, still as stone.) ]
So, do we have a dig in town we all hang out? A kind of group-- hideout?
[ Are they like a group of weird survivors, like in those dystopian games and movies?! ]
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Date: 2026-04-12 05:36 pm (UTC)[ His head tilts to the side as he replies about what's going on. There are those that know a lot more than him, and they're grabbing any pieces that they happen to find. However, Murphy doesn't know if it's enough or if they simply don't know what more is needed to have the pieces fit. ]
The overall consensus is that we have to overthrow Sleep and put others in her place. Different gods, but it seems like those gods aren't being very -- [ Shrugs. ] -- godly.
[ Letting out a frustrated sigh. ] I dunno. Punching real good will be enough, I think, to deal with those creatures - ah, Hosts - when they wake up. However, not much can be done when our senses start fighting against us.
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Date: 2026-04-12 05:43 pm (UTC)But that sure sounds like it involves shit that Gorgug knows he can't offer, so- ]
So... what do you do? Do cars still work here? [ And, because it's very relevant: ] I got my own van a couple of days ago.
[ Why don't we focus on Murphy instead? And how Gorgug knows vans now. One (1) van. ]
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Date: 2026-04-12 07:39 pm (UTC)[ He clicks his tongue yet again. ]
Siphoning gas from anything would be fine, but it wouldn't last for that long and a pain in the ass to get just for a few blocks. Fixing them up would also take some time, but theoretically, it could all work. Just not for long. As soon as the gas you have is used... that's it.
[ He holds his hands out in a surrendering position. ]
It's kind of fucked like that... people choose where they live and everything's a free for all, really... but we all try to live relatively close to each other just because of what a nuisance it is to try to get anywhere.
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Date: 2026-04-12 07:48 pm (UTC)Is the area everyone lives in close by? I don't know what to do, but, I think I still want somewhere to stay? [ ... ] I think-- Yeah, it makes sense to, like, if I still live indoors, somewhere...
[ Even if he feels pretty weird being a rock golem. ]
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Date: 2026-04-12 08:02 pm (UTC)[ He makes a circling gesture but pauses as he realizes that actually the name that Gorgug gave -- he probably doesn't know what that means. ]
I'll show you.
[ Murphy makes a face underneath his mask. He's glad that it isn't actually shown. The whole Murmur thing is something he's still getting used to, honestly. Even months of being part of it, he still just feels weird about hearing other people's voices in his head; seeing images that they want; all that bullshit.
But it's useful in this respect that he's able to reach out to Gorgug and show him on a "map" of the city about where everyone is located. He tries to imagine the map of New York and circle the area that has the most people living - which seems to be Midtown and Manhattan itself, as far as he can tell. ]
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Date: 2026-04-12 08:16 pm (UTC)A map. Gorgug stands as still as he already has been for the most part as he focuses inward, follows where Murphy leads. But then there's a feeling the older man may notice, like Gorgug trying to look around at the map, as he asks (in a voice much clearer over the Murmur, echoing the same muffled one that can be heard out loud): ]
Do you know where we are?
[ Gorgug hasn't been really paying attention to any street signs. None of them were familiar, so he quickly gave up on keeping track.
But there's a noticeable ease that Gorgug has about this form of communication, even if there's a certain curious quality coming through. ]
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Date: 2026-04-12 08:49 pm (UTC)He still remains connected to Gorgug as he shows where they are - Manhattan. They're relatively close to Central Park. He intends to go there so he can lay face up in some puddle - a desire to be close to water is eating at him, yet again. ]
Around this area, I think.
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Date: 2026-04-14 05:26 pm (UTC)[ Do the unstable people hang out anywhere, or just everywhere? ]
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Date: 2026-04-16 07:43 pm (UTC)[ He hates to admit it, but it's true. ]
I guess no more than the average city, though. [ He works his jaw back and forth as he thinks more about it. ] The subway and deep underground is absolutely -- [ A pause as he looks at Gorgug then looks away. ] -- nowhere you should be. Nowhere anyone should be. It's filled with --
[ He makes a gesture with his hands before letting them drop. ]
-- you just start go insane while you're down there along with monsters.
[ Best to put it that way. ] Anyone explain tethers to you, yet?
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Date: 2026-04-18 04:43 pm (UTC)He would ask, but the question gets put on hold for the one Murphy gives him. Tethers? ]
I don't remember the word... [ He admits-- thinking about it, with nothing changing about the face for a mask he has despite the way his voice emotes. So it's been the entire time--but then again, a mask is just a mask. ]
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Date: 2026-04-19 11:21 pm (UTC)[ He crosses his arms as he decides to explain this important bit of information for him, as well. Of course, he only keeps his arms crossed for a short second - he's already rubbing the back of his head. ]
They're ties that you create with other people. Not like ... the power of friendship or whatever, but literal psychic ties that you end up creating with another person.
[ It's the best way that he can explain it. ] They're somewhat crucial to being able to survive here. Without them, your sense of self and ability to reason starts to get all -- [ His mouth twitches underneath the mask. Somehow, he feels like he shouldn't swear so much, and pauses to think of an adequate word. ] -- messed up.
[ His eyebrows furrow. That felt a little too scrubbed a word. ]
The tethers help to, well, keep you tied to reality.
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