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Who: Damien Scott + YOU
What: Exploring the city/random shenanigans + Senses Fail Fear Event
Where: Around Hadriel
When: Prior to the Fear event, and then during the Fear event (different options within)
Warnings: For any threads related to the Fear event, there may be discussion of death/child death and violence

week of may 10

There's an actual moped lot here, and Damien is so fucking thrilled when he discovers it, purely by happenstance one day when he's just restless enough to do some intensive exploration of his surroundings. For him, it's like coming across buried treasure, and he can't wipe the dorky grin off his face as he approaches one of the mopeds in a sky blue color. If he were back home, he wouldn't give a moped a second glance. It's a reasonable way to get around, but just not his style at all. He's not home, though, and despite the fact that he's not going to get the speed he craves on one of these things, it still gives him some measure of freedom, and something that's just a slight reminder of home. So he takes that sky blue moped and goes for a ride, pushing it to its max speed - which isn't really that fast, but beggars can't be choosers - and every once in a while, he pops the front wheel, coming up a few inches off the ground for the span of only a few seconds, but it sends a thrill through him as he slams the wheel back down. He's laughing in pure joy, doing something he knows isn't the smartest idea, but it's still damn fun.

Later in the afternoon - and only mildly scraped up after predictably tumbling from his moped - Damien makes his way to one of the stores, rummaging around for supplies. He's gotten used to the fact that there's never really a steady inventory, but he's adaptable enough most of the time to just roll with whatever he can get. Tucked into a small pack are a few cans of beans and some canned cheese. He slings the bag over his shoulder and moves to another part of the store, eyeing some lamps and furniture. "Guess I should decorate the place a little," he murmurs softly to himself. "Whatever makes me look cool..." Yes, he's looking for just the right piece of decor to really up his coolness factor, like anyone cares what his apartment in this hellhole looks like. After a few minutes, he goes back to rummaging around for some more food. "All I'm asking is to come here one day and find a whole fucking bag of Oreos just waiting for me."

Later that same week, Damien heads back towards the city center, finding himself wandering alongside the path the river cuts through the city. He's walking carefully along, moving slow, just curious as he takes in the state of everything surrounding the path he's treading right now. At one point, he decides to climb up a tree, seeking a better vantage point. He perches on a thick tree branch, dropping some stones he's collected into the water.

fear event: week of may 14

Damien, more often than not, sleeps naked, so when he wakes up, he's in for a hell of a shock when he suddenly can't fucking see anything. "Shit, shit, shit...what the fuck," he yells just under his breath, sitting up straight in bed. As if it will actually do anything, he first just rubs at his eyes, practically rubbing them raw. Of course it's not gonna work. He's fucking blind. He gets up out of bed now, stumbling and smacking into a wall, swearing again under his breath, rubbing at a small knot already forming on his forehead. He'd tossed some clothes right on the floor, somewhere around here, so he kneels down carefully, just fumbling around until his fingers finally catch the fabric he's searching for, standing up just as carefully again and tugging his boxers and then his pants back on.

He can't find his shirt, but he honestly doesn't care right now, simply moving with slow, deliberate steps back to bed, perching on the edge and rubbing at his head again.

Where the hell did he put his device? Fuck, he can't remember. More fumbling ensues until nearly ten minutes later, he's got his device in his hands, and then it's anyone's guess if he's hitting the right buttons to communicate. That part is more muscle memory, at least, so he thinks he's talking to...someone, anyone. Whoever's listening right now.

"Anyone out there? Woke up completely fucking blind, anyone else get fucked with?"

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Cashmere trying to handle her own panic, having woken to discover that she can't hear a damn thing. Her device buzzes to indicate there's a new network post. She clicks to it and other than seeing Damien (part of him, anyway) she has no idea what he's saying other than managing to lipread the word fuck. She tries a reply anyway:

I can't hear you.

And then, belated, she realizes that something might be wrong for him too, and adds an audio message: "I can't hear you. I can't hear anything."

He doesn't respond until she speaks, and then his first utterance is just an audible groan. "Shit, I thought last month was bad."

And of course, she can't hear him, so what the fuck are they gonna do. At least he knows it's her and she knows it's him. Somehow, they're like two parts of a whole right now.

Can she lipread? He knows he'd be terrible at it, but maybe she's a step ahead. Maybe she'll know what he's saying. "Can you come here?"

He could probably make it to her, but it'd take a fucking day more than likely. But then he also tries to type it, trying to remember where each letter is based on the row:
11hheiiire

That's...the best he can do...

She's better than most at lipreading. It came in handy in the Capitol when she'd try to talk to another mentor from across a crowded party. It's been a few years, but she can figure it out.

"I can come to you." Cashmere is about 80% sure that's what he suggested. And if not? Well, maybe he's better at writing notes than he is at typing without looking. Unless he sent her a password? It could be a terrible password.

Cashmere makes a round at her house, gathering supplies that might be useful, include her gun. She wonders if he can fire a gun while blind. She hopes they won't have to find out.

Arriving at his place, she makes the decision to let herself in instead of making him stumble to the door. "Hey! I'm here. Stay where you are. I'll find you." Is she being loud? She feels like she's probably being too loud. Whatever. Room by room, knife in hand, Cashmere makes her way to Damien. Finally she finds Damien in the bedroom, and sighs with relief.

"Did you put the pants on for me?" It's a good time for a joke.

She is being super fucking loud, but he can't blame her, either. Plus, it's actually nice having the heads up as she comes in. "Keep it down you're gonna wake up the neighbors," he teases from his room, since of course she can't even hear him. But when she gets to him, he can definitely tell because she's not only louder, but he can feel just that slight shift in the floor. It's funny, the little details he's never noticed before that he's noticing now.

Standing up, he laughs, shrugging a little. "Well you know me, I'm a gentleman. The no shirt thing is just a little bonus for you, though."

He starts to walk towards her slowly, holding his hands out to navigate, to find her hands. "You okay?"

week of 5/14

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Fear Event/ week of may 14

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week of 5/10

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week of May 14th, text

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week of May 14th, audio

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week of May 10th, shops

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May 14th

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