[OPEN] RV Park Party

[eirs]

WHO: Any and all OUTSIDER personnel that wants in and their respective campervan companions. Or maybe you wandered out away from your group and found this commune.
WHAT: The gang parking together at night to swap information about the things they've found in their investigations, night watches around a fire, ghost stories......? General tomfoolery in the desert where there's no one else for miles. Cooking their hunts in successes and mishaps?
WHERE: The Mojave Desert
WHEN: Mid to Late May
WARNINGS: Will be updated or tagged in the thread as needed!

Comments

[picky]

[ When she turns her head to look at Wriothesley, she seems deeply guilty and afraid, like she's about to admit to something damning. Being a prison guard, he can probably recognize looks like these—eyes wide, pupils blown, mouth pulled into a tight and wobbly line. She grips the bottom half of her clothes and breathes in deeply, forcing herself to keep his gaze. ]

It's not... You won't like hearing it. You might not like me after you do.

crawls back in here five weeks later

[frostfist]

[ It's a sudden shift, from morose to almost panicked, enough to catch him off-guard. Everyone has secrets they hide, skeletons they keep tucked away in the back of the closet, but Marcille has always seemed so open. So sincere. ]

Hey.

[ A single word, accompanied by the flat of his palm as he places it steadily between her shoulder blades. Calm down. ]

I've heard a lot over the years. [ As a prison warden. ] Some of them from people I consider myself to still be on good terms with. Why don't you try me?

grabs onto your ankles

[picky]

[ The desert night is hot, but the warmth in his hand is still soothing. With her hunched over, Wriothesley might feel the hammering of her heart against her back. She looks down in front of her again, draws her knees up against her chest, wraps her arms around them, and begins.

You're canon familiar so I'll just summarize. She leaves out parts he already knows—her father, her childhood, her age. She reveals that her deep obsession with learning magic was all for the singular purpose of finding a way to extend lifespans. She talks about being given the opportunity to do so, unleashing a terrible beast from his chains, becoming undone as it forced her desires out of her through the smallest opening in her psyche.

She felt like she was going to die. She created monsters and killed so many people in the dungeon. She threatened to change the people she cared so deeply for. They were the only ones who could bring her to accept reality as it is.

Equalizing the age of all living beings for the sake of her own loneliness was selfish; she knows that now. ]

Still...

[ She looks so exhausted and ashamed. Her eyes are glossy. ]

I... I can't help but still want to do it. I'm going to live for so long, and everyone else...