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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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[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:

[sicklysweet]

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.

[sicklysweet]

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.

[sicklysweet]

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. ]

[sicklysweet]

[math.gif]

…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.]

[trollophoroi]

[ Fandaniel's just here to make it weird, man, though when he sees the inside of Owen's room he lets out a loud snort of laughter. Wow... ]

Honestly, Owen, if you had needed help crafting decor, you could have asked.

[ Though he's flipping to his own skins before taking a seat next to him in his more modern look. The boots, he'll pull off one by one and leave them to the side. ]

[sicklysweet]

Why would I decorate?

[Sorry, Fandaniel, he just lives like this.

He also settles onto something very revealing (no) for his pajamas. Nice and cozy to make sure he’s toasted alive underneath the blanket. He’ll get himself comfortable, and at least wait for Fandaniel to get settled before he tosses the potion to the floor.

Unless he’s going to keep criticizing the decor, in which case he’ll just throw it to cut him off.]

[trollophoroi]

To be more comforta... ble?

[ The decor critique ends when he turns to see the shark kigu. Oh. Wait. Why didn't he get one of those?! Ugh, whatever. He is going to get himself situated before the bottle gets thrown at least. The last thing he needs is to end up face-first on the floor for the next 24 hours.

Well, good... night? Yeah. Good night, losers. ]

[sicklysweet]

[Sorry your RNG luck is bad Fandaniel!!

Anyways.

Twenty-four hours later, Owen wakes up. He’s as disoriented as one would expect after that much sleep, and he doesn’t feel particularly rested. That’s probably the emotional exhaustion talking, because remembering everything that happened…

Blech.

It’s not helped by the aching emptiness of his stomach, but he’s slow to actually drag himself up and out of bed, pausing once upright to look for Fandaniel. He’s still there, right… Awake and alive.]

[trollophoroi]

[ Fandaniel is still there! And alive, too! But awake?

Oh, no, definitely not. He continues to sleep, curled up on one side, back to Owen, snoring gently. However, he's also Mr. Chef in Telophoroi, so if Owen wants something fresh, he's going to need to wake him up. ]

[sicklysweet]

[Rude, honestly. Owen frowns down at Fandaniel, placing a hand on his shoulder and shaking him gently. It's not much of a shake, considering Owen doesn't have much strength to him and he doesn't want Fandaniel to startle awake and like - smack him in the nose or something.]

Wake up, idiot.

[trollophoroi]

[ There's a quiet grumble at the little shake, though it'll be the words that get him to stir and shift about only enough to look at Owen without fully turning over.

But he was sleeeepiiiing. Ugh. ]

Yes, yes, I'm up, what is it?

[sicklysweet]

[Now that he's awake, he gets another shake.]

Make me breakfast.

[Not even a good morning...]

[trollophoroi]

[ It earns a quiet laugh, at least. Really now... ]

As though aiding you in your time of need and keeping you company in this abysmally plain and uncomfortable bed was not enough.

[ But he rolls over to his back and pushes himself up to sit. ]

Are you feeling better after the nap?

[ If one can call sleeping an entire 24 hours a nap. ]

[sicklysweet]

[Owen pulls his hand back, sliding out of bed.]

It’s your guild, I’m not about to barge into your kitchen and leave you in my bed. Which is perfectly comfortable, even if it’s plain.

[There’s nothing wrong with his bed!

But…]

Well, I don’t feel like spilling my guts anymore, but I am starving.

[trollophoroi]

[ Everything is wrong with this bed! Owen! ]

Well, good. I am glad my plan worked so well.

[ But once Owen is out of the way, Fandaniel follows suit, sliding out of the bed and back to his feet with a loooong stretch of his arms once he's up. ]

Mm, let's see. What are you feeling like? I made sure to stock up the guild with every foodstuff I could find.