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needlebomb) wrote2021-01-24 05:34 pm
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un: batman
I heard the flooding's getting pretty bad below.
Water's not safe.
I mean, obviously, but like... doubly unsafe??
Anyway - just checking up, I guess.
How're you holding out?
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i'm in the up, actually. my friend's letting me crash with him. he's got a pretty cushy contract, so. his dom doesn't mind me being here.
it hasn't been bad so far.
wet ankles. that's it.
[ he's also extremely not sure how to thank stiles for checking in on him when stiles still doesn't know about... other shit, so he doesn't, even though it does, selfishly, touch him. ]
how are you holding up?
i can try and get out, if you need it. bring you some supplies.
we've got, uh, an oil lamp? if you want an oil lamp.
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Good.
Just make sure you dodge the guards if you end up staying for a while
I guess they get kind of shitty if people hang around for too long but don't sign a contract.
Then again, maybe hell will freeze over and they'll be a little more understanding considering the current state of the city.
[ haha. joke. ]
We're good here, though.
My house is kind of elevated so we're not at a super high risk of being washed out yet
And we've got a generator, so. I appreciate it, but keep your lamp.
Is that all you've guys have got though?
We've got a few flashlights I think we could spare.
Seems kind of... insanely dangerous to use an oil lamp in the middle of a flood.
Then again, I'm not sure if that works the same way.
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besides, what are they going to do? slap on a pair of floaties and wade through the streets just so they can order me to eat someone out?
they would be miserable. that would almost make it worth it.
i think we've got a few flashlights around here somewhere. billy's probably got it covered.
but honestly, don't sweat it.
there was this one time, back when i was in the shanty town — one of the nastier pieces of shit kicked me out of my bed, because it was one of the few places under cover from the rain. the only thing that kept me dry that night was a pizza box that reeked of gasoline. zero structural integrity whatsoever.
made it through that.
pretty sure i'll make it through this, now that i have an extremely soft bed and an actual roof over my head.
mostly just wondering how many people are fucking right now.
not like there's anything else to do.
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Hate to break it to you, buddy, if you don't already know, but
Your phone tracks everywhere you go
Even if they weren't making everyone check in all the time, they'd still know where you are.
All I'm saying is don't be surprised if you get slapped with a citation a month from now for the super rebellious crime of cohabitating with a Dom you're not signed with.
No need to wade out into the water for that.
[ but anyway. that's not a fun conversation piece. ]
Probably the same amount of people that were fucking before, honestly.
It's not like anyone even blinks when something happens around here.
I'd bet money that half the people here haven't even noticed yet that the ocean's kind of
Everywhere.
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i'm okay.
[ he'll leave it at that — the guilt's eating at him too much. he very quickly moves on, running away from even reading half the concern stiles is showing him. it's not something marcus deserves, but he's too thirsty for affection to pull away from it more than this. ]
has anything like this happened before?
i mean — i know things happen all the time, but has the city ever flooded like this?
this is the kind of thing evangelists would point to as a sign of the end times, back home.
assuming they weren't too busy stealing money and being xenophobic.
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It floods once in their little book and suddenly it's the end of times, every time.
One of these days they'll get it right but pure coincidence.
Anyway.
I'm... not sure if it's happened to these extremes before
But about three? Years ago
There was a huge storm that rolled in
It rained a lot, and the streets were kind of flooded, but it wasn't so deep that you couldn't drive your car through it like it is now.
There was a bunch of other weird stuff that kind of came with the storm, some kind of festival?
I don't know, this place is big on celebrations that aren't really celebrations of anything.
TL;DR - sort of, yeah, but there's definitely been worse than flooding before. Wouldn't count this as anything even remotely close to a sign of the end of times.
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religious zealots don't tend to react to validation with shows of grace.
three years.
sometimes it's hard to process that there are people here who have been around for that long. i mean, i'm lucky — i don't have much of a home to go back to — but a lot of people do, and they might never see it again.
i guess it doesn't matter. i don't know why i'm bringing that up when we're talking about the floods.
as far as natural disasters go, this could have been worse, right? optimistic approach.
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Fortunately (?), the closest thing to religion that I've observed here is contained to a set of caves deep in the down.
Seems pretty contained.
[ briefly, stiles wonders how those people are holding up, if the flooding has made it down to them, maybe washed them out and forced them to come up to the surface, but - they also kind of really creep him out, so he stops wondering immediately.
instead, he focuses on... home. chews on the inside of his cheek for a minute, glances at derek across the room checking the seals on the floor-to-ceiling windows for any potential leakage if the water gets high enough. ]
I've been back home before.
Plenty of people go back home.
Just - sometimes they come back here again.
[ ... ]
Technically I've gone home twice
But I don't remember anything about the second time.
Kind of feels like it wasn't me.
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dude, we should stash some supplies down there. strong, natural shelter is extremely hard to come by. could be a good place to run away to if shit ever hits the fan.
except, uh... wait. religion?
wait.
do people live in the caves?
seems like a blessing, to be able to forget some of this place.
christ knows i'd give up my left hand to blank out some of the shit i've done.
[ killing. lying. actually — he shouldn't talk about this to stiles. ]
i'm glad you're here. for what it's worth.
i wouldn't have survived my first day without you.
we should drop some acid and listen to some new wave shit. after this flood clears up.
wait, your dad's a cop, right?
forget i said that.
don't do drugs.
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Don't go down into the caves.
Or if you do, stop at the springs.
The springs are fine, mostly.
But there's a group of Ex-Doms that live down there
Ex-Locals, or something.
They were opposed to the whole Dom/Sub system up here, so they all moved down into the cave and started their own community.
Only they live the exact same way, they just won't admit it.
They've got one leader down there, calls herself Domadora, which I assume you know, but if you don't, means 'tamer' in Spanish, and they all submit to her. She has everything, riches, etc., and they dress in the plainest clothes and live off of what they can find in the caves.
She's basically the Dom to like... I don't know, dozens and dozens of subs without claiming the terms.
They claim they have no rules, and that they're kind of opposed to sex? I think
But that's all they want whenever one of us goes down there.
Apparently they think that fucking someone else enough times will absolve them of their sins, whatever that means.
[ but that's enough about mysterious cave people who came out of nowhere.
stiles almost says something about how not remembering things makes him uncomfortable and anxious, so it's not as much of a blessing for him as it might be for marcus, but - that would take a lot of explaining and revisiting personal traumas that he doesn't really want to touch on right now, so he just glosses over it entirely. ]
You'd have made it.
All I did was give you a shirt.
But uh
Yeah, hahaha.
We can do that, I guess.
I mean, you can do the acid, I'll listen to the "new wave shit" and I promise not to snitch to my dad.
I'm too anxious and ADHD to do anything that alters the brain more than what Adderall already does for me.
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go down past the springs, find a new home among the sub-terranian cultists. sub-sub-terranian? either way, those are your orders and i will follow them to the letter.
you know, there's a lot to be said about how subcultures and counter-cultures born from protest end up just following the same cycle of abuse under a fresh coat of paint.
seems like a bizarre choice of occurrences to make into a universal truth across, like, literally an entire alternate dimension, or whatever, but.
i guess that's human nature.
are we in an alternate dimension? still not clear on that.
it doesn't matter, i guess.
cave people.
you did more than that. you stuck by me. made me feel better.
meant a lot. made me respect you. admire you.
don't sell yourself short.
well, maybe sell yourself short a little, if only for being straightedge.
you deserve to loosen up. get some drinks into you. weed, at least.
i mean, i won't push it, but i'm good for anything you might be willing to try should you ever change your mind.
(again, don't tell your dad).
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I'll do it, but you'll owe me so bad.
So bad. I'll remind you every time you need a favor
"Remember that one time I told you not to go mess with the cave people and you did it anyway and I had to come get you like a parent coming to collect their drunk child who meant to call a taxi but accidentally called their dad? I remember."
[ man. how lame is he gonna sound if he tells marcus he doesn't really drink, either? does he even really care what marcus thinks? ... well, yeah, he does, but not enough to make him feel pressured about what he does and doesn't do. ]
I'm loose.
[ wait. ]
Wait.
I mean, like. I'm relaxed.
Besides, someone's gotta stay clearheaded just in case you end up shirtless in a weird sex-museum tripping out of your mind again.
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i mean, not unless i lose whatever i have left of my senses and decide that, actually, joining a cult and having an orgy sounds like an amazing use of my time.
which i will never do. there are actually a pretty hefty number of orgy cults back home. one i know of by name, at least.
never been the biggest fan.
but then again, it could be a fucking sick cave. couldn't deny the privilege of joining that tamer woman if she gave me my own stalactite.
oh, i thought you were talking about your asshole.
[ just had to really make it clear that no amount of backtracking will help stiles here. ]
i was gonna say.
that boyfriend of yours must be pretty hung.
or you get around.
had no idea you were that kind of guy. learn something new every day.
all the more power to you, honestly. guess you were talking about those cave orgies because of first hand experience.
and yeah.
that's fair.
it's cool.
i don't care that you don't partake, dude.
more for me.
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Genuinely wouldn't be surprised if you called me up while knee deep in the springs.
[ and balls deep somewhere else. ]
No offense.
[ there's a significantly long pause here while stiles deliberates on whether he just wants to lean into this - dumb butthole joke, or breeze right past it. he looks at derek over the top of his phone, absently biting at his thumb nail, watches him crouch to check out the bottom seal on a window, admires the way his ass fills out his pants for a few seconds. hmm. ]
It's the first one.
Dude's packing like you wouldn't believe.
[ literally wouldn't believe it, even if stiles told him why, probably. "haha, he's thick as fuck and sometimes the base of it swells up like a balloon. talk about loose. but that's a werewolf, for you." yeah, no.
but that's really all he's going to say about his boyfriend's dick. he tries to keep the details of his sex life private, when he can help it. ]
What do you normally drink?
I'm not really that into the hard stuff, but
You know, maybe I'd have a beer.
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not really sure how to take that. i guess i deserve it? i haven't exactly shown myself to you in the best light. high and in a museum, etcetera.
but i'm not going to do anything stupid. not if i can help it.
and if i do fuck up, i'm not going to put you in danger by asking for your help. i'll just get my dick turned to stone or whatever it is that happens at cave orgies.
but no offense taken.
i think you're just saying that to gas your boyfriend up.
nobody can say "my boyfriend has a small dick" to someone who doesn't even know him and sleep easily at night.
don't worry. his secret is safe with me.
anyway, uh... drinks... i mean, anything i can get my hands on? turpentine, once.
i am okay with splitting a beer with you.
or an apple juice. if that's more your speed.
strawberry milk.
that's not an insult, by the way. i know it sounds like one because i have this whole arrogant, judgmental vibe about me.
but i can stomach strawberry milk.
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What I meant is that you're still relatively new
And sometimes it's hard to tell when something's gonna screw you over until you've already heeded the siren's call so to speak.
That being said - you can ask for my help.
There's not much that has happened here that's any more dangerous that shit I've dealt with at home, so.
[ you know, except for the time he got murdered in cold blood and still doesn't know who did it, or the details surrounding how or when it happened - but marcus doesn't need to know that. it would damage stiles' credibility as a helpful person capable of laughing in the face of danger, if he did. ]
I think you're just saying that because you want to see his dick just to see if it's true.
Not gonna happen, buddy.
It was a good try, though. Commendable manipulation attempt.
[ jokes. either way, stiles isn't gonna sit here and defend derek's super beefy megacock, because at the end of the day, what stiles knows is what's important. and marcus has no idea who derek is anyway as far as stiles knows, so who really cares. ]
Turpentine?
Isn't that toxic? Dude. Why?
Also, I'm more of a chocolate milk guy, but if strawberry is your poison, then strawberry it is.
(But for the record, I'm ok with splitting a beer too. )
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fair.
sorry for being defensive.
have you done that? "heeded the siren's call".
you don't strike me as someone who has made a lot of mistakes. least of all here. you always act like you have your head screwed on right.
what's the, uh
worst thing you've done here?
and, wow. no.
i've seen enough dick in my comparably short time here to be done with them for life.
still don't see the appeal, honestly.
and — i mean —
doubt it means much to you, seeing as i doubt this means much to anyone here, but i'm not really into the whole sleeping-with-someone-else's-partner thing.
keep that giant dick to yourself.
because it was there?
fuck, maybe you were right to talk about that siren's call shit.
i had no right to my hurt pride.
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I don't know.
Someone I know ate something that forced them to tell the truth, and I knew it, and I took the opportunity to ask them questions I didn't think they'd answer if they weren't under the influence of whatever the food was contaminated with.
[ there was... also that time in a shared dreamstate or whatever where something very similar to the nogitsune if not the nogitsune itself took over his body (again, god), and may have been a little rougher with someone stiles was very suspicious of at the time, but - that's a whole complicated mess, and not something stiles wants to explain. not when marcus thinks he's a relatively normal guy.
what else. ]
I also told someone about someone else's secret identity once after I told the first someone that I wouldn't tell anyone else?
But that was kind of - not related to the city at all.
That's about it, I think.
You learn pretty quickly not to trust a lot of things right off the bat here.
[ ... ]
That, uh
That does mean something to me actually.
[ it means a whole fucking lot. ]
Like, I get what this place is, what it requires from us, etc.
I get that - things are gonna happen, sometimes not by choice, but.
I don't know. I don't know what I'm trying to say other than that I appreciate that.
How'd you even survive that, man?
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none of those things seem comparable to reluctant orgies with cavedwellers. or even comparable to half the things i saw back home, frankly.
not that i'm trying to downplay the things you've done. guilt is a funny thing. some people feel miserable over the smallest discretions, where as some of us can ruin another person's life without committing a second thought to it.
i'm sure you had your reasons for doing what you did.
do you think you're at risk of — i don't know — what you're warning me away from?
some inevitable slip into the city's hands that leaves me in need of rescuing.
you're welcome.
i am still largely heterosexual, so please factor that in before you appreciate me too much.
but i get what you're saying.
it's something i think about a lot. that kind of... i don't know.
sharing.
i don't know.
let's stop talking about this.
maybe i didn't.
wouldn't be surprised if this was some kind of weird, sexy purgatory.
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there's another part of him, though, that's selfish. he wants marcus to like him, he likes having marcus as a friend, and stiles figures the less he knows, the less likely he is to take off. funny, how keeping secrets about the things that make him feel guilty just make him feel... guilty.
what marcus doesn't know won't hurt him (and will inevitably blow up in stiles' face later). ]
I don't think I'm exempt from it.
Some things happen here that people have no control over.
Sometimes we all wake up in an entirely different place with no warning.
Sometimes we're locked in somewhere with no way out except to fuck, or to try and wait it out and hope they're not pumping aphro through the air vents.
I've gotten pretty good at dodging the obvious set-ups
Avoiding festivals and parties, or at the very least, passing on the food and drink unless I plan to dine and dash back home with my boyfriend before anything really takes effect
But otherwise, none of us are really as powerful as we expect ourselves to be.
This place could take anyone and everyone down in a second if it really wanted to.
[ ... ]
Anyway.
I've already had the whole afterlife discussion.
Pretty sure that's not it.
Not enough dead people or people who were near death before they showed up to make it a solid hypothesis.
Besides - how long before you got dragged here was the turpentine incident?
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i don't think that's something i've dealt with. getting locked in somewhere like that.
unless you count the city as a whole. hard not to feel like a rat trapped in a amze here. might just be a me problem, though. been a pretty persistent feeling in my life.
so, uh.
hmm.
should we set up some ground rules in case we get stuck in a room together?
like, i probably won't want to eat your ass, for instance.
at least a few months.
but i was also living on the streets nearly freezing to death every night.
those last few months of my life back home could have been a hallucination, too. or part of the afterlife. or something.
i don't actually believe this, for the record.
i'm just saying shit.
alternate dimension. fuck for science. it's pretty straightforward.
as much as these things can be.
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But it's more like existing in a big box and then suddenly finding yourself in a smaller one with just enough room for a blinking, neon 'fuck or die' sign.
Except I don't think anyone's died yet for refusing to have sex.
City usually steps in before anyone can go too long without it.
[ anyway. boundaries, i guess. ]
Uh. Right.
Because you're straight.
[ that's not stiles being doubtful, this is just stiles trying to navigate what is definitely about to be an awkward conversation. this is why he's always avoided fucking his friends here. it's just - less complicated, and less uncomfortable in the long run, among other, more... monogamous reasons. ]
No but uh
Yeah. I mean - 'hey, let's not fuck' sounds like a pretty good ground rule.
[ pause. paaaaaaause. ]
That being said
Alright, I'm just gonna say it because there's no not weird way to say it so just shut up and deal with it but
Mutual masturbation seems to be the bare minimum for what counts as sex as far as
Unlocking doors or meeting quota goes, without ever having to touch someone else.
So.
[ so. name your rules, buddy. ]
Alternate dimensions are straightforward for you.
That's interesting.
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i don't think lies uses fear as a motivator. force, but not fear.
like you said. the city could ruin us, if it ever wanted to. but it hasn't done that.
so.
the fear of some unknown, unknowable punishment is probably easier to work with than the genuine, real fear that you'll die if you don't do as you're told. psychological manipulation 101.
besides, i don't know about you, but i probably couldn't get hard with a gun to my head.
[ "because you're straight", stiles says, and marcus... can't... comment, because he's not, and he's extremely aware that he's not, but he's not about to fucking say as much. he's hinted. that's enough. the mutual masturbation thing doesn't really weird him out, and if anything, it's kind of a relief. he wouldn't have considered that an option if left to his own devices. ]
i guess i'm grateful you told me that?
i would have honestly tried to fuck someone if i didn't know. like, full penetrative sex the second i was locked in a room with them. would've thought that was the only way out.
i will absolutely jerk you off if it means saving your life, man.
consider that bloodpact forged.
[ he's not sure if those are rules, but... bro move established? shit, whatever. ]
i've read comics. i don't know what to tell you.
this is some very baseline marvel shit.
well, i doubt charles xavier would ever go to an alternate universe where he has to fuck his teaching staff, but.
i don't know, maybe he would.
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[ because lies definitely does motivate people with fear - or they used to, anyway. ]
I don't think a lot of people know, to be honest.
I mean there might even be something less involved than that that counts, but this is as much as I know, personally.
I think most people just go right for it, though.
Nothing wrong with it, I'm just... not that into having sex with strangers, or people I've only met like once or twice.
[ or... with anyone who's not his boyfriend, frankly, but sometimes shit happens and he's gotta do what he's gotta do. still, anonymous sex? not really his thing. and if it's gotta happen, the less involved for him, the better. ]
But uh. Good to know.
Hypothetical problem solved.
You do me, I do you
And we never talk about it.
[ anyway. comics?? marcus, you beautiful boy. ]
Does Erik count as teaching staff?
Like - you haven't seen this yet, but in First Class, Xavier brings him to the institute to help him, but Erik also kind of ends up helping the other students, too.
Like, minimally, but I think it counts.
And those two definitely fuck. I don't care what anyone says, so.
Alternate dimensions maybe not even necessary.
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