The full seasonal event can be read here! Below are the main seasonal items for quick reference:
1. A thread reacting to the season's weather in some ways.
2. A thread in the part of the city your character doesn't live in!
3. A thread relating to your vocation.
Of The Season
Quote
"Tell Dr. Nate that Gale sent you, and he still owes me for the mushrooms. Except that it takes you a while to reach the clinic, and by the time you do your fever is spiking, and so instead of the requisite message you instead tell the poor soul who greets you that 'A gale'a m'shrooms sent me cus'a my hands.'" - Zephyr in Oh help me, please doctor, I'm damaged
it's bad enough to see the sunlight through your seams the thread of you and hem of me it's bad enough in between
Somehow, he doesn’t expect Adam to laugh so much at his suggestion for his hair, the drugs in his system immediately turning his face red as he realizes just how stupid the hair cut is to begin with, and he runs his free hand through the already growing out crop of hair, over the insignia of the gavel. He exhales quietly to himself as he reaches out for Adam’s hand, letting his gaze flicker between him and Nate, especially with how apologetic the doctor had been moments before – even if Sunjata was a bit too out of it to fully understand what’s going on around him.
He focuses so hard on Adam’s question that Nate’s shout makes him flinch, hand squeezing Adam’s involuntarily as his gaze snaps up to meet the doctor’s face, brows stitched together in his entire confusion. He’s not following the trail that Nate sets out, and when his immediate reaction starts to subside, the young Bratena starts to chew on the inside of his cheek, still confused and silent as hje tries to figure out the words, letting go of Adam’s hand as Nate demands the attention.
“What?” He manages to croak out so incredibly unhelpfully that he can’t help but to shrink again.
This was a shit high. Adam usually liked to let himself go into the sensations of whatever subtance he'd taken, but there was so much on his mind that the urge to drift away was more of an annoyance than a welcome idea. When Nate didn't answer his question but instead shouted some bullshit about being a genius (that really, really was not what he'd call Nate right now) he went right back to his earlier frustration.
As Sunjata asked what the fuck was going on, Adam threw his hands up towards Nate. "Yeah, what? What the fuck are you on about? Right now you would be lucky for me to call you not an idiot." Nate was certainly not going to get the praise he wanted here.
"Fuck me, maybe I should just go sleep this off." Adam groaned.
(This post was last modified: 05-21-2023, 10:03 PM by Adam.)
climbing the ladder, faster and faster impending disaster goes faster, and—
Nate shrinks back, his brows furrowing but his lips not dropping out of the grin splitting his face. A desperate hand reaches out to wrap around adams wrist, too bright eyes staring up at him. “I’m not telling you. But it’s safe, and it’s good.” It’s primo, even if he can’t share it.
“Can’t leave anyway. S’not good, like this?” Nate scoffs, shifting his jaw because he can’t remember how to fully roll his eyes. “Boots ‘n shit out there.” Even if Adam was mad at him Nate couldn’t let him go out into the unknown night in his state. Pleading eyes flick towards Sunjata, silently gesturing for him to help somehow. “S’taken care of. Really.”
it's bad enough to see the sunlight through your seams the thread of you and hem of me it's bad enough in between
As Adam tacks onto the what that Sunjata has uttered – it does help him feel better in knowing that he hadn’t simply misheard something. The fact that both of them didn’t know was enough to have Sunjata leaning forward now, pulling out of his shrinking away, just to get a better look at the doctor with the DJ sat between them. But he is silent at the fact that Adam wishes to go and sleep it off, working his jaw in the idle moments of his gaze dancing between the two of them.
He does, however, catch Nate’s pleading look, and he reaches out to grab Adam’s hand again, sluggishly thanks to the high that still racks through his system. “Stay. Deal with it tomorrow.” He murmurs, when they were all sober and could figure out what the fuck was going on. And besides, it wasn’t like he didn’t trust Adam, but leaving now in the state he’s in with curfew would seem to lead to more questions, potentially. So it was better that he stayed.
And provided Adam agrees, Sunjata's blinks grow a bit sluggish, contentedly going wherever he's designated to sleep for the night, even if it were on the floor. He's not picky.
"Both of you are fucking useless." Adam sighed, but there was a softness to his words; it was hard to stay mad when his head was trying to run out of the window and into the sky. Still, he really didn't want to see either of them right now, so he stood up. "I'm gonna go smoke a cig in your room and crash." He told Nate. As he stood up, he pressed a hand to Sunjata's shoulder briefly - he didn't want to have to deal with him being there, but the guy was in a shit situation.
Wandering over to Nate's room and pulling down the rickety old bed, he tried to ride through the deepest part of his eye with a smoke and staring at the ceiling until he felt sleepy enough to rest. Him and Nate would be talking in the morning.
