citylogs | [open] october catchall;

WHO: cyno (

cashewlater) & YOU!
WHAT: october prompts including tdm prompts and a network option!
WHERE: all over the place!!
WHEN: all month.
WARNINGS: some body horror and probably violence, will update as necessary!

green tea; monster within me -

[ realistically, and logically, cyno knows full well that you shouldn't drink strange tea provided to you by an ominous garden in a city like this, where psychological horrors seem to wait behind every door, ready to haunt you. but i'm a sucker for body horror, and cyno feels drawn to the tea as if in a dream, his body moving to take a seat before he even has the chance to think it through. one sip of green tea is all it takes.

with a sharp gasp, cyno leaps back, his cup crashing to the cobblestones, shattering immediately, but a broken cup is the last of his worries. cyno begins to change. his bones warp with sickening wet cracks, his body stretching, face elongating into a snout filled with sharp teeth. pale white fur sprouts from his skin, his hands and feet developing claws and pads, a tail whipping free of his spine, spattering blood against the table and chairs. by the time the transformation is finished, cyno is on all fours, part man, mostly jackal, his fur streaked with blood, his scarlet eyes wide and wild with pain and barely restrained bloodlust.

he turns toward you, hackles raised, a deep, dangerous growl rolling in his chest as he lowers his body to attack. ]

spilled tea; plant whispers -

[ okay so, that wasn't fun.

somehow, gossipy flowers are even less fun. cyno will take the body horror, thanks. he's here to gather samples for his partner, carefully plucking leaves and flower heads and tucking them away into his canvas bag, when suddenly, there's a voice - several voices, all whispering to him as he passes. the flowers turn their heave heads toward him, and it almost seems as if.. they're smiling. a shiver skips down his spine. ]

Abandoned child.. poor child.. who could love you?

So much blood on your hands, little jackal.

Will you place yourself upon the scales as well, in the end? Will your heart weigh heavy?

network; getting to know you -

[ hi, it's a video! here's cyno, in an oversized black hoodie, sitting in what appears to be an apartment. he's frowning, but it's difficult to tell if he's upset or if this is just his usual face. ]

.. hey. I'm Gener- err.. I'm Cyno. I've been here a little while now, but I've never introduced myself. I'd say it's good to meet you, but circumstances being what they are..

Mm. What's.. "Halloween"?

wildcard;

[ cyno can easily be found around the city, checking out new places, working out at the gym, taking meals, snooping around the costume store etc.. hit me up with anything you like!! if you'd like a custom prompt just let me know! ]

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Ah.

[ yeah, he definitely needed to solve that mystery. he'd wonder if it was just a coincidence, but.. it seems to be working here, too. the flowers are quiet, and unmoving. ]

I will. I can do it right now, I suppose. [ with his free hand, he pulls out his phone and begins thumbing a message to tighnari. ] These things are very useful.

They're convenient. [Multifunctional in ways beyond the Akasha Terminal, and more importantly not capable of stealing their dreams and trapping them in slumber.

That they know of.

Anyway Tighnari probably doesn't have any bodies buried in his backyard but it's good to have a warning.] If we could understand more about the way they're connected to each other, the concept of the interface is already familiar. It'd be better than dusk birds.

[ that they know of.

also how kind of you to assume that of tighnari.. cyno sure doesn't. ]

It would. Keeping in touch like this is very convenient. [ he pockets the phone again. ] Something we can look into when we're home again.

[Alhaitham just has high opinions of what a Good Guy Tighnari is.]

Perhaps it will finally justify more funding to Kshahrewar.

[ oh he's definitely a good guy. anyone he killed would absolutely deserve it, 100%. but that fox is still definitely capable of murder. ]

Heh, I'll let Kaveh know.

No need. He'll probably be the one submitting the proposal. [Along with dozens of other infrastructure upgrades provided this place won't memory wipe them.]

How many cuttings are you getting from this part?

I was planning to take a flower head and a leaf from each one I can manage, but that might be difficult with only one hand. [ a beat. ] Do you think they're sentient? Would cutting into them be cruel?

[ are they gonna feel pain? or keep whispering creepy things when the head is cut off?? ]

[Alhaitham's eyes slide over to Cyno's bag.] ... Isn't it a bit late to be asking that question?

[He's already started. The ethics probably should have been considered ahead of time.] I don't think it's anything more than the same kind of illusion that occurred in the mall. But I have no way of proving it.

These are from the non-speaking plants. At least, they weren't speaking at the time.

[ so it, you know, didn't dawn on him that there'd be any speaking involved at all?? ]

Though I know there is some evidence that plants feel distressed when they're cut into, it's yet to be fully proved.

Every living creature has some way to recognize when it's threatened. [The word "distressed" isn't wrong, although it's true it'll lend most people to think as if they have some form of sentience.] But I wouldn't think too hard about it. This behavior is too pointed to our private thoughts to be an indication of any free will of thought.

A fair point.

[ cyno glances toward the nearest flower again.. and summarily lops off its head with his knife, bending to lift it from the ground. ]

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