justwantsafety: (being serious)
((a message will be added here when he figures out how to work the Dreamberry better, or cares enough to set up said message.))
justwantsafety: (Default)
((Warnings: Near-cannibalism.
Optional effects for this non-interactive take on it: Unthinking, ravenous HUNGER, and then quickly building fear and squickedness.
Notes: Interactive version of it is here. Also, he's in a chef costume thanks to the event.))



All they were was MEAT, in its eyes.... )
justwantsafety: (peeking)
Effects: Happiness and contentment. ♥ ...and then it devolves into a whole lot of confusion and doubt.


A darkened room. A view of the ceiling. Light blue paint, and spots of pale yellow, the kind that should glow in the dark, visible near the tiny slivers of the early morning sun barely peeking in over the curtains' tops, a strong yellow that turns the blue into green. The spots are stars, if anyone recognizes the patterns -- the Big Dipper, Draco, Cassiopeia, the Little Dipper with a light bulb where Polaris should be, the fixture taken out and replaced with a smaller dome just for that reason. Around the dreamer, soft sheets. Warmth. Someone else's warmth, and soft skin, a body's welcome weight on the dreamer's arm.

Don't worry, it's G-rated, just cut for length. :) )


Harley pulled the Dreamberry out from under the pillow again, now finally awake. He pushed himself up to sitting, freeing himself of his sheets, his expression somewhere between confused beyond belief and stressed out.

"Abel? Rise?" He looked over to his bedroom door, unaware that the Dreamberry had broadcast anything, not thinking about it yet as he wiped his eyes and made a halfhearted effort to brush his wild orange hair back with a hand before getting up to peek out into the hall. Confirming what house he was in, at least, he went back to the bed to sit down again, not paying any attention to how he rubbed at the faintly-glowing mark on the back of his left hand.

In a whisper to himself, obviously not expecting anyone else to hear him, "What the hell was that?"

((For those curious: the ringtone would be the Rainbow Connection. I could not resist. ♥))
justwantsafety: (being serious)
*shortly after this video went out -- as in, who knows, maybe an hour or two later, if that -- Harley makes another open video call to Somarium. He's in front of his house, wearing a fresh tee, no bloodstains on it this time, and he's in a great mood.*

Hey, everyone -- I caught a sand shark a while ago, and I have more than I can probably eat right now. And I don't have all that huge a freezer in the cellar... and some people already seem interested... so if you want to try some shark meat, Hakkai and I going to be cooking it at my house. It's really good.

*he fiddles with the Dreamberry for a second -- and a map overlays the screen to point out his cottage's location to people who're interested*

It's going to be in the back yard... and I tied my scarf up on the porch so you know it's the place. *points the camera to his front door -- indeed, a gray scarf is tied around one of the porch's railings, a splash of green paint brightly visible on the fabric.* Just come around the house and say hi, okay?



((OOC: Yes, this is backdated. Does this mean new chars joining after when it's backdated to shouldn't see it? Heck no. In fact, if you join a week after this but still feel like hopping in, that's great. Let's time paradox this, y/y? :)

Log is here! ))
justwantsafety: (neutral)
*Harley's in his kitchen, a thick book on the counter near him, and although he's washed up a bit, he's still got a bit of dust, and some blood, on his t-shirt. He looks to be unharmed, though -- it isn't his.*

*a slight frown to himself, flipping the thick book closed again as he looks up to the Dreamberry camera*

All right... This book isn't helping. Does anyone know how to cook up a sand shark, from that desert outside the city?

*guess who managed to hunt a baby sand shark thing!*
justwantsafety: (drama1)
(((Optional as always) Effects: Mild annoyance, being unimpressed with no real interest, and then he's just squicked and definitelyannoyed.
Notes: It is entirely up to you whether your character sees anything on the laptop screen at all, and to what degree they can make it out, and ditto for the sounds that go with it. (Maybe a viewer can be totally disappointed that they saw/heard nothing but lame music, despite Harley's reaction to it?) The game here is, don't name the thing that squicked Harley. Why? Because one, it's like the Room With A Thing game: you can refer to it all you want, so long as you don't get specifically descriptive enough to narrow it down. And two, I have no idea what it is yet that disturbed him, so I'm just going to leave it open. XD All I know is, it very much isn't "vanilla."

Also, Harley's missing his black Atma mark on the back of his left hand in this dream, and it's in first-person view as always. ♥

Warnings: Mild language. SFW?))

I know silicone when I see it. They're fake. )

*snuffs, peeking up confusedly from his heap of pillows and blankets, not sure what to make of any of that yet.*

....

*yeah, no comment. So lost here. And so very, very disturbed.*
justwantsafety: (._.)
((Effects: Curiosity, hunger, some mild sense of accomplishment, and a sort of warmth and fondness turning to sadness at the end, missing the big guy.
Note: First-person as usual. And the food smells will likely make someone hungry! Also, if it's in the narrative, you're free to assume your char gets that info as they watch.))


Harley was in the kitchen again. Bacon and eggs were in pans on the stovetop, one of each. He knocked an egg on the side of the pan and stuck his fingers into the crack, pulling it apart and letting the egg itself drop down onto the frying pan, where it began to turn white on the bottom, where it touched. He dropped the pieces of shell into the trash can nearby, and picked up the spatula to turn over the bacon, those browning strips of marbled meat, the smell of which was getting to him, making his stomach growl a little louder and the mark on the back of his left hand glow faintly.

Someone had been there, teaching him to do this, once. )

Harley watched as the last piece in the pan landed halfway outside it, and lifted it up to put it back inside.

"See, you're getting it already."

Noireau, now well grown, watched him calmly from where she lay, in the living room, one of her toys between her paws. Rise was still upstairs this early in the morning, probably sleeping in. The kitchen was empty, save for him. Abel's presence hadn't graced the kitchen for months now, but some part of the back of Harley's mind still half expected him to step in, to peek over at what Harley was doing, to give him that subtle smile of approval which only seemed to touch his eyes.

Harley sighed and set down the spatula, bringing his hands up to wipe the leaking -- the tears, as he always had to correct himself still -- away.
justwantsafety: (ATMA!)
((Warnings: Violence against raptors. (Don't tell PETA!) and some language. But more seriously, nothing too bad in the dream itself.
Dream Effects: Fear, fear, hunger, more fear, and then finally the thrill of kicking the living crud out of something, and being hungry. And maybe embarrassment.
Note: Like with pretty much most every dream for Harley, it's through his eyes. Other SMT-series/Persona chars will probably recognize the fire as agi-based. (Firestorm = Maragi, far as I can tell, and "Skewer" = Agi + phys. attack...) And just to clarify a detail, for those that know him, I'm putting Harley at about 5'9"-5'10"ish. Not 8'+. Haha. That's part of the puzzle here.... and I'm not defining what kind of raptors, either. Who knows, who cares.
Reminder: Comm lines are open due to the event, so THREADJACKING ENCOURAGED!))

Even the skittish can be fierce when their back is to the wall.... )

He groaned as he came to again, opening his eyes a moment after that, and pushed himself back up to sitting, slowly, carefully. His skin was back to its normal, peachy, somewhat pale hue, the black mark on the back of his hand dull and deceptively tattoo-like once more, with no trace of the orange, glowing lines anywhere. He put a hand up to his forehead to hold it a moment, and looked up at the branch that had smacked him. At a glance, it was quite likely six, maybe seven feet up off the ground.

He reached for the brown-glowing Dreamberry which had fallen out of his jeans' pocket, even as he looked around for his crossbow among the now-charred foliage.

"Oh, for crying out loud, where did that f--"

The connection was cut then, and with it, thanks to the event, the video feed.
justwantsafety: (Default)
((Dream effects: Uncertainty and a bit of confusion, mostly, but some measure of contentment, too, and embarrassment.
OR: Interactive for the event/moon phase this week. Come in and help pretty up the little pony? ♥
Style: Either. And please mark as viewing or jumping in, yes? :D ))


Harley sat, looking down at the furry, pink rug over the linoleum floor. He barely saw it, even as he lowered his nose nearly down to it, exhaling a sigh in a snuff out through his nose, almost a snort, and sulked.

Something about this just wasn't right.

Harley, Rise's bathroom, and pink bows. You know you want this. )



((And if you don't want to do the interactive thing--))

Harley blinked, and rubbed his eyes -- and then quickly looked at his hand, turning it over. It was a hand, not a hoof again. Oh good, so that was just a dream.

...

Wait, if it was a dream, then--

...

Harley hurriedly reached over to the nightstand, grabbing the Dreamberry to shut it off. Maybe not everyone had seen that?
justwantsafety: (huh?)
((first-person POV again as usual.
Dream effects: If the writing's not clear enough: satisfaction, some fondness toward the girl (she's a friend, maybe more than that) and then great amusement. ♥
For the very observant: In his dream, his left hand is very much missing that atma mark on the back of it. Also, he's not wearing a Junkyard uniform in the dream, but regular jeans and a green tee, like he's been doing in Som for a while now.))




(click HERE for full view on dA ♥ I don't want to break everyone's layout with posting the huge pic here. XD)



Harley pushed the needle through the little doll's wrist again, securing the cloth to the end of the ribbon with another careful, tiny stitch. He pulled the needle through....

Cut only because I can; visible to all )

Harley sighed, the doll's little mitt and the needle hanging down over his shins to the floor as he rubbed his eyes with his hands, trying to clear his head. He glanced at the window -- it was dark out -- and frowned. How long had he been sitting there against the side of his bed, sewing? Clearly long enough for his mind to start playing tricks on him.... ugh.

And then he noticed the Dreamberry sitting on the bed near his head was on and glowing. Yeah, gonna turn that off if no one calls first. ...wait, was it just pinkish for a second there? What.
justwantsafety: (._.)
I can't believe he ate THE WHOLE THING. :| )

He was in no hurry to wake up. The sun was already high in the sky by the time he yawned and peeked over at where his Dreamberry lay on the nightstand. The fact that it was on puzzled him a little, and he moved to reach for it, to turn it off... only to quickly realize that doing so would require moving more than he was comfortable with. He made a face and curled up again instead, and once it connected that the device's activity meant it'd broadcast what had just gone through his mind, pulled a pillow over his head. At least the mark on his hand had quit glowing.
justwantsafety: (._.)
((ooc: Technically, this is posted on the morning of Nov. 6th. Just fyi.))

Much like his previous video post, this one is pretty clearly an accident as well.

His Dreamberry is sitting on the coffee table, at a slight angle from having turned on when it fell out of his jeans' pocket. How does the viewer know this? His jeans are somewhat visible in the corner of the screen, and green fabric which must be his tee shirt is under that. Yeah, on the coffee table. Next to a good many bottles, now empty, that appear to have once contained alcoholic beverages, and a dark bottle that would probably be easily enough recognizable. There's an empty cake platter elsewhere on the table, as well as bowls now empty of all but a little puddle of once-was-ice-cream.

Naomi is asleep at one end of the couch, looking as comfortable in the cushions and pillows there as Harley looks using her lap as a pillow. While Naomi is dressed modestly for once in a turtleneck, Harley himself is apparently quite nude, save for his black shorts, with pieces of his gray Junkyard uniform strewn about, on the back of the couch, the floor, the coffee table... as are various articles of Rise's wardrobe. Rise herself is hugging onto him lightly while sprawled on top of him, looking quite lovely in a dress that she's arguably only half wearing.

Noireau is asleep on a recliner, tail twitching a little in her sleep, clearly the most innocent-looking person at what seems like it must've been one wild party the night before.
justwantsafety: (._.)
((ooc: through his eyes as usual. Because. And totally unfiltered as always~ ♥ ))

Cut for no better reason than because I can! )
justwantsafety: (Default)
*the camera jerks as it comes on, nudged from behind, which is probably what activated it.*

*the scene is of Abel's living room, from the point of view of the coffee table. On the table is the remnants of what might've once been a large cake, but is now so many crumbs, and one half-finished slice still on the platter, and a mostly-empty glass of juice. On the couch behind it, Abel's sleeping, still sitting up halfway. Doesn't look like he meant to fall asleep there, but he did, his own empty glass still in hand. And sleeping up against him, similarly dead to the world where he was sitting, is Harley, his overgrown, bright orange hair unmistakable, even though he's not wearing his Junkyard uniform... he's just wearing jeans and a green tee shirt, for a change.*

*the Dreamberry's camera moves just a little again, and there's a snuffling sound.... and then a puppy's paw beside the view as Noireau climbs up onto the coffee table and claims the last bites of the cake for herself while the two humans aren't paying enough attention to tell her otherwise.*

((I just know someone's going to misinterpret this. haha.))
justwantsafety: (drama1)
((OOC: Seen pretty much through his eyes, and visible to all. The failpony STILL hasn't figured out filters. :|

City pass payment 2/2!))


Cut for length, is all. )

The Dreamberry's screen jerked as it was moved, then showed, on its side at an angle, the morning sky with its colorful sunrise over a landscape of Espoir rooftops and streets. The sound that hadn't quite died out yet wasn't any human scream, though... more like a high-pitched squeal from an animal. More interestingly, the Dreamberry's view trembled with the sound of something heavy tumbling down the thatched roof it lay on, until it stopped with a thud on the soft grass-covered ground of the back yard, just below. The movements were too much for the device to manage to keep its odd perch for long, though, and it slides down after, the straw of the roof turning it around, and tilting the view back up, then sideways more, nearly upside down as it makes its way... probably enough to give anyone the impression of tumbling down themselves. There's a second or two in which it gives a very clear view, however, of where it's headed.

The thatched roof nearly extended down to the grass here, and a couple feet past it, was what surely took the spill, now lying there dazedly, very much not sleeping any longer, despite making no move to get back up yet. In the brief moment it's in view, it looks for all the world like a horse... an incredibly skinny one, white with black tigerstripes and wide yellow eyes, and no front legs to be seen.

And then the little device tips and flips again, skittering backwards and upside down, tumbling over itself as it bounces off the bottom of the thatching... and then bounces off the creature's stomach, earning a startled little sound. It closes when it lands in the grass, and cuts off there.
justwantsafety: (being serious)
((OOC note: it's all from his point of view, so there's not a lot of Harley himself to be seen. Picture this as being some sort of FPS game or something, and you get the idea -- hands, business end of the weapon, and whatever else happens to come into view will be described. ♥))

Unfiltered, just cut for length, even though it's not really terribly long. )

Harley stretched out where he'd been curled up under the blankets, bright orange hair more of a mess than it usually was. What started off as a warm smile faded to a confused look as he realized.... he wasn't actually sure what the heck that was about.

After rubbing his eyes and sitting up a bit more -- looks like he's taken off his gray uniform, leaving him in just in his black undershirt and shorts, to sleep -- he finally finds that the little Dreamberry's on, and reaches over to kill its connection.
justwantsafety: (drama1)
Harley regarded the small brown creature.

It didn't look threatening. It looked... soft? And it had such large eyes, and funny things on its head that flopped down. Were those its ears? He watched the way its nose twitched as it sniffed around between the rocks, looking for something.

He was pretty sure that it wouldn't be able to eat him. Couldn't be a threat. It was actually quite... what was the word? He sort of wanted to try petting it, to see if it felt how it looked. He found himself liking it more and more as he watched it. He found himself crouching down. He found himself extending a hand to the little thing, his mouth daring to form a sadly rare, honest smile.

He also found himself with the creature's teeth in his finger shortly thereafter.

He yelped, jerking his hand back and springing to his feet. "Would everything quit trying to eat me!"

With a few choice words more as it stepped after him, he sprinted away, only pausing when the building he had been near was nowhere in sight, and he was once again completely lost. Not as though he hadn't been lost before, of course, but he was lost once again, and if he couldn't find the small, furry monster that had wanted him for dinner, maybe the small, furry monster couldn't find him, either.

Or so the logic went.

Unfortunately for him, he was so intent on watching to make certain it wasn't following him, that he managed to completely neglect to watch what he was approaching, and bumped right into something else. Something vaguely resembling the first creature he'd encountered here that had tried to eat him, brown and soft and fluffy, with dark eyes, and four legs, and holy crap that was the biggest... whatever it was... he had ever seen. And it made a sound at him, a bleating one, as it lifted its head, its nose and mouth coming closer, sniffing at him...

He barely managed to choke out a scream as he turned and ran once again.



((Here, have some more fail! Laena said this kind of "dream" post was allowed -- let me know if I'm getting this wrong, please, Lae? -- so here you all go! And if everyone can conveniently forget to mention about the scarecrows, you'll get another fun bit soon too. ♥))
justwantsafety: (ATMA!)
*the video comes on with the sound of several small items falling to the ground, one of them right in front of the Dreamberry, which also fell, making it start broadcasting this moment of FAIL when it landed and popped open. It's immediately recognizable to anyone who's familiar with Junkyard wares, a standard medium-sized rations bar in its drab little wrapping, probably plastic or something, nothing flashy. Military issue, likely, certainly nothing of importance. The view beyond it shows the setting to be from the middle of a cluster of little houses in the village, with a clear shot of the fountain beyond them, not too very far away.*

*there's a sound from Harley, something of a whine, mostly just a frustrated sound as he goes about, out of view for a moment, presumably gathering back up what he dropped... and then his left hand comes into view, snagging the wrapped-up little rations bar. His skin's gone a darker, ashy sort of color, no longer its common peachy tone, and the skin just around the tattoo-like mark on the back of his hand is shining whitely at its edges, with yellowy, bright orange glowy lines spreading out away from it. He puts the bar somewhere, out of the camera's view, and then he grabs up the Dreamberry, closing it and cutting the feed again as he does.*

((Fair warning: he's really not likely to answer any tags back to this accidental post, since he probably won't get a chance to... but it was just a few seconds' clip of a random but totally identifiable location anyway. He didn't even realize it recorded anything; he hasn't been messing much with the little device enough to know it well, or how it works, or... anything. Very fail, Harley. Very fail. *sarcastic applause* :|

Edit: Just for reference, or if anyone's curious, the log that immediately follows this post is right here. ))
justwantsafety: (drama1)
Cut for nightmare content (purposely vague descriptions of violence/gore/scariness?) )

...

*Harley makes a sound, a terrified, choked little gasp as he wakes up and pushes himself up off the ground and into a sitting position, pulling his knees up in front of him. It's too dark to make out anything much, but the glow from the Dreamberry shows that his back's to a wall somewhere, perhaps in an alleyway, or inside a building, with its lights off. It's hard to tell. He's still for a second, eyes wide, and then reaches a shaking hand up to check over himself, probably for sign of injuries. There aren't any, which confuses the heck out of him. He looks around him, not sure what to make of this, and finally catches sight of the Dreamberry sitting on the ground in front of him. It takes him a second before he reaches to pick it up and look it over. He doesn't look like he's ever seen it before, but that doesn't stop him from turning it off without a word.*


((...apologies to any chars totally disturbed by a nightmare like that. ♥

...yeah, that was through his eyes, just to make it clear. *only just now realized*

Also, yes, this is his intro. He's totally confused now. YAY BRAINBREAK!))

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