Weeping May Stay for The Night

His hands ached from the cold. Or maybe it was the rubbing. But he couldn't stop. He'd been washing his hands in the church's shared dingy bathroom for twenty minutes now. But he couldn't stop. He could still smell the blood. Years and years and years and years and years later, and he could still smell the blood. He had it down to routine now, wash and scrub and rub until he couldn't stand the cold of the water anymore-cold water was always best for blood, he'd scrubbed it out of enough floors to know-and then he'd towel off and rub and scratch and then he'd want to take a step to leave.

 but he wouldn't. He'd turn back to the sink and start the process anew. Rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat and repeat and repeat and repeat and repeat and repeat and scratch and tear and then he'd realise.

Staring at his shaking hads, he'd realise the blood was his own.

He'd stay that way for a while and then he'd wring out the towel-doing his best to ignore how closely the motion mirrored the practiced action of wringing a neck-and he'd get a rag cloth and scrub the blood out of the basin.

When all was done, he'd go back downstairs with his best smile on his face and someone would ask him what took so long. He'd make a joke and they'd all laugh not ask anymore about it. He'd talk and laugh and feast as well as any of them, until all eventually succumbed to fatigue. He'd see each one as they slowly trickled out personally, the very face of hospitality, as he asked after their grandmothers and aunts.

They'd all leave happy and well fed, and then he'd turn out the lights and finally retire to his own bed.

Then he'd just lay there and stare at the ceiling for a while. He'd forgotten how to cry a long time ago-but that was okay, he didn't have anyomore tears left to shed-and he'd wait for release that never came.

 And rinse and repeat.









....Hrm, I'm not really satisfied with this one. Somethings missing, I think.

Erosion

Wall sometimes worried that, somewhere, something had gone terribly wrong. None of his friends ever seemed to remember that there was a time when they would have been more likely to raise a frothing glass of questionable liquid instead of heavy artillery at the others arrival. Humans just changed too fast for him to keep up.

He was sure Father Squid had explained the root of these sudden changes back near the beginning of  things. Back when Wall could still understand what what the old priest said sometimes. Not that Wall needed to be told how things started, he was there, and his memory ran long. Not as long as, say, Sister Alice's but still quite farther a than a human's. He wished he could just ask Sister Alice about all this; she'd been dealing living among humans far longer than he had.

But Sister Alice didn't talk much anymore.

He wished he didn't think so much, he certainly didn't used to, but here where nothing ever seemed to change; it was the only thing left for him to do. God, he missed being able to move about as freely as whatever whims took hold of him.

Oh sure, there were upsides to being a whole building now instead of just one dinky wall, he'd certainly never been more powerful, but it came at the cost his former forms mobility.

But all that paled before all the purpose he had now. No longer Shuma Gorath's annoying tag-along, or everybeings little cosmic joke, he had drive now.

Jaxx had given him direction and he would not fail. Not that he was quite sure exactly how he fit into the ex-sentinnel's plans, but he didn't anyone truly new where they stood in Jaxx's equation of the new order.

David certainly didn't. The trader was always so jumpy around Jaxx anymore. Almost like he was afraid of him. It all seemed kind of silly, but David had never been known for making sense. Why, he wouldn't Dave wouldn't even answer him, whenever the traitorder was summoned to the fortress, when he asked him whenever Dave could use the little nifty machine he'd adapted from Sine's Fictioncraft to restore him to his priror form. He'd just keep ignore him, keep his head down and keep walking. He wasn't very sure he liked David much anymore.

Shield! That was it. Or at least the answer to something. It was something Father Squid said that he could actually understand.

Yes, he would be Jax's Mausoleum of Madness and shield him from anything that would keep from finishing.....whatever it is he's been doing all this time, sitting on his throne and grinning.

It was all enough to make Wall worry, sometimes, that something had gone horribly wrong somewhere.

ONCE UPON A TIME, THERE WAS A MAN THAT DIED

Suddenly, Plot. PLOT EVERYWHERE

Hopefully they're not too intrusive. I've designed them more like side-quests, so they won't suddenly spring up unless they're being actively persued. Well except Baa Ram Ewe, which has mostly been delayed due to lack of free time.

QUESTS ACTIVATED

And Be All My Sins Remembered---Father Squid, ongoing

Broken Mold---Sister Alice, ongoing

Trauma--Dr. Albrecht, ongoing

The Hammer of Argentina---Ernesto Delgada, COMPLETED.  a little side-story to TRAUMA

BaaRamEwe---sheep, ongoing

Anyway just a little spot to complain, go WTF?! or ask about any of these so far.

EDIT: And Now, back by demand!

Talking to a Wall!!---Wall!!, definitely the least intrusive of any of these, won't start until next year.

Because one is often their harshest critic

I didn't want to clutter up a thread with this, or make it look anyomre like attention seeking behavior so I'll just put it here aways off the main path.

So. I wrote a thing for Race yer Mates.

Was it any good? Did it want to make you (want to) vomit? Too funny? Not funny enough? Not funny at all? Not serious enough? Not cohesive enough? Too mean? Not mean enough? Too short? Too long?

I guess I just want some feedback is all. Apologies in advance if this reads like 'No! I must be the center of attention!'

..And Then Father Squid was Magneto

So I suddenly realised that Father Squid's beliefs, or former anyway, mirrored another certain other mutant...But have faith! There is MUCH more to Father Squid than this one revelation. I've written out a ridiculously detailed backstory for him....The same is rapidly becoming true of Sister Alice, who I swore was going to only be a very minor character, darnit, even as I realised that even mentioning her would make this unavoidable.

Father Squid has quite the checkered past. Who knows when it'll come into the light of day, getting Father Squid to talk about himself is like getting Erebus not to eat chocolate.

CAN THE BAR POSSIBLY HANDLE THIS NEW MYSTERY?!!!!!

Probably. If all else fails, force Total Recalls down his gullet.

In other news, I continue procrastinating writing up the sheep's return.

The Dark Descent of Billy

Well, I mostly made this blog as just a one off joke, but now that everyone and their mother(don't you DARE, Goops) has one I might as well use it.

This post is mostly just to archive some info so I don't forget it.



Picture it, October 3, 2011. I was in my improvisational theatre class. All was well in the world. The current scene was a gal pleading for her friend to carpool with her so she wouldn't have to ride the bus. She wanted to avoid this guy that would always stare at her.

So then I start the next scene as that guy.

I jut out my neck and bulge my eyes as hard as I can. Back and forth with the guy I'm improv-ing with establishes "Billy"'s eyes are medical condition. There two sizes to big for the sockets. Then the guy makes the gal from the prior scene Billy's love interest. Oh and we also practice looking at someone, and then looking away. THis just ends up making Billy creepier.

Next scence Billy, the guy, and the love interest are on the school bus together. After a great deal of staring, Billy's friend trying to get him psyched up, and the occasional interruption of the grumbling bus driver: He asks her out.

And then she screams.

Flashforward: Ten years. The three find themselves on the bus again. Billy's grown out his bangs to try and make his freakish eyes less noticable. Age has made the bos driver even crankier. Billy's friend tries to psyche him up to ask The Love Interst out. Billy doesn't think he can face that rejection again. The struggle becomes a moot point as the situation is diffused by The Love Interest asking to copy his homework.

Still being a total doormat, Billy agrees.

Flashforward: Party at "Matt"'s

Billy is being generally akward and trying not to look at anyone. His friend all but drags him over to The Love Interest and her friend. We are intercepted by the party thrower, Matt.(who is also the bus driver, but that's not important!) He has THE douchebaggiest expression.

"Hello, Billy."

With as much subtle venom as I can muster.

"Hello, Matt."

Billy's friend tries to diffuse the situation by getting The Love Interest and friend involved in the conversation. Matt and Billy continue to stare at each other.

Billy's Friend suddenly professes Billy's love for The Love Interest.

Akward silence ensues. But is quickly broken by The Love Interest and Her Friend caliming to be lesbian lovers.

A brief summerization of events that do not have to directly do with Billy:

Matt becomes a body builder as part of challenge. Matt becomes so buff, he cannot articulate his limbs ebough to look at his watch. He ends up tearing a muscle. Flashforward ten years. Matt is now in a wheelchair and working at a daycare. Girl who's shoes he wouldn't tie gets him fired.

Ten Years After The Events At the Party For Billy:

Billy and The Love Interest run into each other riding a city bus.

TLI:Oh, hey! Billy.  How's life been treating you?"

Billy: Oh, fine. I'm an optometrist now. What have you been up to?"

TLI: "Oh, I'm a...dancer."(unsavory implications are risen.)

Akward Silence.

Billy: "My, you've gotten fat."

Sometime later.
Guy: "Where did you hide the body?"

Sauve!Billy:"What body?"

Guy:"Where were you the eightteenth?"

Savue!Billy:Maybe I was at the docks? Maybe I was here? Wouldn't you like to know?"

Guy: "How'd you even get on my private island? Are you a some kind of spy or something?"

Sauve!Billy(still with huge bulging eyes,): "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Police Officer": "Are you really going to deny you killed Billy?"

Guy:"...Who's Billy?"

"Police Officer":"Why'd you do it?"

Guy:"Why would you think I did this?"

"Police Officer": Didn't you have the most to gain, investing millions in his newest invention of laserdisc eye surgery?"

End Scene Enter Vocieover.(Meanwhile back at The Evil League of Evil)

"Little did he know that the Police Officer was really Final Bass, Walleye Billy's top enforcer. And that Walleye Billy, AKA Billy the Fish, AKA Chickenfingers was alive and well."