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[sicklysweet]

Who: Owen & people witnessing his no good very bad forced openness.
What: Sometimes dungeon run effects aren't super fun?
When: Early October.
Warnings: gazes... likely mentions of child abuse, neglect, death & violence/physical assault, suicidal ideation, mental illness, ptsd, possibly also gender identity, transphobia and homophobia?? specific cws will be in the threads but this is not going to be a fun time for anyone. yay!

If anyone wants a thread with Owen while under the effect still, I am a) still working on some more starters but b) feel free to ask for one! Or if you want one in the fallout. There won't be anything tied to the event in this post, however, so wait for me over there.

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[sicklysweet]

[Oh! Party invite. He’ll accept that, then, so he can waltz right up to Fandannyboy.]

You said you heard your sister.

[Not like he would have forgotten that. Not everyone has a memory like Owen does.]

I think the voice I was hearing might have been my mother’s.

[Owen isn’t looking at Fandaniel as he says it, but instead at the signs lined up. Keep Out, huh. Sure wish he could be doing that right now!!]

[trollophoroi]

[ That's... weird. After all this time, for Owen to wander up and share that with him? Fandaniel tilts his head, curious, and, admittedly, a little puzzled, but... ]

Ah, is that so? What was she telling you?

ok here is the cw child abuse content

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Ah, I was just hearing things like “be good and wait”, “stop crying”, “that thing is a monster”. Nothing all that strange, really, but I still can’t remember her voice, or her face, or anything about her at all.

[Is that really normal things to say…

But not remembering made it easy to dismiss all of the whispers on the islands, when it was just a stranger, but after running into Anaido and Fandaniel and everyone else… It’s gotten him to think.

And in the time between the hall of mirrors and the first appearance of the floating islands, he did some digging, even if he hates that he’s saying anything about this at all.]

I think she tried to kill me, but I’m not sure. I don’t really remember much before I entered secondary school.

[trollophoroi]

Owen, the last part is assuredly a strange thing to say to your child.

[ The other two, yeah, sure, but the last one stings of when everyone in English class learned how to say "monster" and had a fun time calling Amonster, years and years ago, because it was just sooo funny. If it had been other kids calling Owen that... maybe that would have been normal, but... ]

You think? [ He sets down one final sign and turns to face Owen fully, arms coming up to cross loosely across his chest. ] Trauma might explain a lack of memory, certainly. What happened to her?

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Is it? Interesting…

[His head tilts, but he still keeps looking away from Fandaniel. The fact this isn’t coming from a willing place is infuriating, and he grits his teeth for a moment.

But he can’t make himself stop.]

I don’t know. I was able to get records from the hospital that named me, but it seems like neither they or the police were ever able to find her. Granted, they couldn’t even find records of my birth when I was in the hospital, so it’s not surprising in the slightest. I was just a ghost of a child in almost every sense of the word.

[His hand pats his stomach for a moment, a seemingly subconscious movement.]

I don’t want to be talking about this. I’m sure you understand why I am, though.

[These stupid dungeons!!]

[trollophoroi]

[ Owen is so very lucky this is before the patch or this might be going very differently. Ah, but that's the future, not here and now, and here and now, Fandaniel listens with his head tilted slightly still, but then the reason for this unexpected honesty becomes clear. ]

I... see. Yes, I do. [ He turns, gesturing towards the @ home entrance. ] Shall we step into a guild? There's no need for any random passerby to hear you spilling your guts.

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[Honestly if Fandaniel just told him he didn’t care and for Owen to fuck off that would make him feel a lot better. He hates this. He hates talking about this, and that he has no choice, and that now there are people who know just as much about him as he does.]

…Fine.

[Just kill him. It would be more merciful. (no) (unless…?)]

[trollophoroi]

[ But then Owen would just find someone else to spew his sob story to. It may as well end with Fandaniel... unless he wanders off again, anyway. Into to the Telophoroi @ home they go, immediately greeted by Cultist Grunty with a Welcome home, masters! Hehehe~! ]

Cultist, we're going back to the kitchen. Make sure no one else bothers us, hmm?

[ And with an affirmative, Fandaniel carries on, expecting Owen to follow. ]

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[The timeline is vague, so maybe he does end up spending the night in Telophoroi.]

The kitchen?

[He shoots a glance to Fandaniel at that, but he doesn’t protest more than that linger in the entrance. If Fandaniel wants to go to the kitchen, he’ll follow. Even if he’d rather just lay on Cultist Grunty like a pathetic baby. It’s so cute…]

[trollophoroi]

Yes, the kitchen.

[ Aw, too bad. If only Owen had asked, then Fandaniel may have invited Cultist Grunty along. Once there, though, in the blatantly out-of-place cottagecore kitchen tucked away deep in the edgy metal tower, he waves Owen towards the little table to sit and sets about opening the inventory and going through it. ]

This is where I keep most of the crafting materials and unless you truly wish to keep discussing all of your darkest secrets, I may have a solution.

[sicklysweet]

[the gap moe kitchen...]

Are you going to kill me? Because this is a very elaborate setup for that.

[trollophoroi]

Aww, Owen, please. Knowing I robbed the world of your beauty forever by murdering you now would be too heavy a burden to bear!

[ Or would it? Does it matter anymore? But no, he's picking out very specific items and scrolling through the list of potions in the Alchemy screen. ]

What I will do, however, is put you to sleep for the day.

i'm sorry LA :dontfeelsogood:

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I don't think my "beauty" is nearly that vital.

[He almost sounds disappointed, but maybe that's just the exhaustion from this entire ordeal weighing on him.

Still, that won't stop Owen from being obnoxious and making things weird. If you can't handle emotional honesty, just be as awful as possible for people seeing your weaknesses.]

This sounds like a great scheme to keep my "beauty" all for yourself. Are you planning on taking advantage of this and using me however you please?

lav disintegrating into the air

[trollophoroi]

[ Fandaniel should probably feel insulted by that question. It tells him a lot about how Owen sees him if he thinks he would ever do that... or is it only the situation at hand that's making him so defensive? He has to wonder but it doesn't stop him from crafting the potion itself. ]

Please, that's no fun unless you're an active participant.

[ No real offense shows. who has the energy for that anymore? Potion popped out of his inventory and into his hand, he turns to walk over to the table regardless of whether Owen took a seat or not, and plunks it down there for the taking. ]

Besides, the effect is an aerosol. If I tried to drug you with it myself, I would be caught up in the same effect and we would both be out for the duration.

correct,

[sicklysweet]

[It's more the defensiveness and compulsive need to destroy every single relationship he has.]

An aerosol? So I could just shatter this right now and leave us both catatonic around the kitchen table.

[Not that that would accomplish much, but it's definitely all he can think about as he picks up the potion.]

...

[And then he just. Stares at it for a very long moment, with an entirely blank face. This is fine. He's fine.]

[trollophoroi]

Well, yes.

[ Too bad, so sad. Fandaniel doesn't see their relationship as enough of a threat to allow it to nosedive like he might literally every other. However, with Owen announcing that little intrusive thought about smashing the potion right here, right now, excuse him if he pulls out a chair and takes a seat.

He doesn't need to spend 24 hours bleeding from a cracked skull from landing poorly on a floor, alright? ]

You could! But might I suggest using it somewhere slightly more comfortable?

[sicklysweet]

[There’s an awkward, lingering pause, before Owen blinks.]

Heh…

[Not that this is actually funny.]

So, you still do want to take me to bed?

[owen, stop that]

[trollophoroi]

[ Is he going to keep on about this...? Really now. Fandaniel can only give Owen a look. ]

Although I can't see myself turning down a proposition from you, Owen, in this specific case, the only outcome of that I foresee is if you expect me to sleep the entire duration alongside you.

[sicklysweet]

Why not? It can't be a worse use of your time right now.

[But... he should probably ask an actually valid question? Probably.]

How long does this sleep last, anyways?

[trollophoroi]

There's no real use of my time at all at the moment, so you aren't wrong.

[ What else is there even to do? Collect, gather, stockpile, prepare. Why not sleep a day away instead? ]

Although I hope you have a particularly comfortable bed... It lasts an entire 24 hours, same as the curse.

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It’s certainly a bed.

[It’s comfortable enough to sleep on! That should be all you need, right?]

Well, that sounds like more then enough time. When I wake up, we can just pretend this never happened. Now, I’ll be on my way…

[trollophoroi]

Oh? So now I'm not sleeping with you? [ Literal. ] Ah, my poor broken heart.

[ Fandaniel puts a hand to his heart, though he won't even feign looking sad over the fact. Owen has his solution. He's free to go use it as he sees, with or without his obnoxious little guild leader. ]

But! I think I'll survive. Sleep well, Owen.

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You can do whatever you want. I didn't think you were actually serious about any of your offers...

[Why would anyone want to cancel a whole day? For Owen's sake? Yeah, right. Nobody would ever do that. It's all just been Fandaniel's... theatrics.

It's not like he has any genuine concern. Right? He's not that stupid.

Right?]

But if you want to, I won't stop you.

[He feels so incredibly awkward now, on top of the depression and traumatic past.]

[trollophoroi]

[ Yes, that's what Fandaniel would want someone to think. Surely, he wouldn't waste a day! Just sleeping! Doing nothing of any use! And yet! Up Fandaniel stands. ]

In that case, very well! I shall be your nap buddy for the evening! And morning. And afternoon?

[ Until the potion wears off, anyhow. See, this is what happens when you just don't say no thanks, Owen. ]

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…Alright.

[Well. Off to Owen’s room, then! It’s… sparse, honestly. There is a bed! With sheets, and pillows, and a comfy looking blanket…

But that’s it. The bedding is also plain white, so there’s really just… no personality to it at all.

Owen sits on the edge of the bed, flipping through his inventory to find what might be the closest he has to pajamas in all of his armor skins.]