they built paradise

[goldtoxicity]

WHO: Joshua Foley and YOU!
WHERE: Krakoa
WHEN: ~2019 and back
WHAT: Backdated events! Before his kidnapping.
WARNINGS: nsfw here and there!

OPEN PROMPTS.

a diplomatic visit. ~ two years ago

[ this is a necessary evil. if they want to maintain their independence then they need to be non-threatening, or at least enough of an asset that allies are willing to let them be in exchange for a few favors.

no wonder scott summers lost his mind. his life is nothing but moving parts now. so little is stable and nothing feels certain - this empire is built on sand and the slightest rumble will make it fall. all of this has given him newfound respect for the mutants who had come before him, understanding them in a way he never could have back home... but still with the determination not to repeat their mistakes. if sacrifices are to be made, he intends for them to be his.

and it doesn't leave a lot of time for himself - not when he feels like he's promising parts of his soul to people, and sacrificing what's left to maintain the balance. he's tired twenty-four seven.

and it only worsens when someone docks at their harbor. he could leave this to the rest of the council, but he's always found it better to be the first one to greet a new arrival. lest they decide to try to turn the five into a four. ]

So glad you could make it, [ he says, hoping it sounds genuine. golden hands clasp the outstretched hand, his lips curved into a smile. ] Krakoa welcomes you.

beach day. ~ a year and a half ago

[ keeping krakoa running is a full time job. most of the population is too young to really care for themselves. joshua foley has gone from a largely irresponsible mess to - well, still a mess, but a mess with a ton of responsibilities. david's technology keeps him tapped into almost the entire population of the island and their health.

but sometimes? sometimes he needs none of that. he needs quiet.

the beaches are quiet during school hours. josh is sprawled out on the sand in a pair of black swim trunks, one arm folded behind his head, his eyes shut behind a pair of stylish sunglasses. when the shadow falls across his face he groans low and turns away. ]

Oh come on. I know nobody is dead or dying. [ he pushes the glasses up his face. ] Today is me time. Did we not establish this was me time?

stress. ~ a year ago

[ he doesn't remember what set him off. an article, maybe. something small to feed into growing paranoia. realizing that there's yet another person now on krakoa that shouldn't be. something small, something that he can't catch, and he knows there's no point in having that fight because they've had that fight and he can't justify it.

and so his office is in shambles. his fingers tangled in his hair, eyes clenched shut as he breathes hard. ]

Fuck!

[ he sinks slowly down the wall, gritting his teeth. he hears the door open. ]

Not the time!

WILDCARD.

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Comments

[helpdesk_hero]

[They're making a list of people that might well die for Krakoa. Thanks. He hates it. And the illness is only rising in his stomach. At least both of them hate this so much.]

The Resistance. They have a vested interest against White Tower and why would they not sneak members amid our faction? Besides, it's not like anyone outside of the council and that family knows what Allison can do, that we try and prevent that very issue. Failing that, put it at Eden's feet. They've been insanely squirrelly this last year.

[David rubs at his forehead as he says all of this.]

It wouldn't be perfect, but I can believably falsify any electronic trail we need. Stark is one of the few that would be able to tell the differences, and even he would have trouble with that if I created the records and then destroyed them a touch.

[goldtoxicity]

A lot of members of the Resistance are also batshit crazy.

[ he would just really rather not dip his toe into that. that seems to be a nightmare waiting to happen. the lack of cohesion, the split cell groups, the -

the list goes on really. he doesn't trust anyone with their eyes on expansion, either. ]

What's - what's the one that doesn't stay put. Something something before law?

[helpdesk_hero]

Equality Before Law. They're a strange one. Very strange. There's... There's also something else, Josh. Another way we can spin it. There's a new sort of imPort it seems.

[Geez this is a weird thing to be bringing up.]

We both know Kaneki's reputation with the Tower before he brought you here, right? I've spoken with him. He's not the same. He's so... broken. Grieving over what he has or may have done. And when I spoke to him, he told me he isn't from here. He's from another version of this world. ImPorted form being an imPort in another world just like this, that didn't fall apart. He just woke up in this Kaneki's body.

[Which means not only does Krakoa now have a potential threat from the inside, but they could even have an excuse for Hargreeves working for a Black Op squad.]

[goldtoxicity]

Are we sure this isn't just some brainwashing gone wrong?

[ he doesn't put it past the tower. ]

[helpdesk_hero]

You should speak with Luther about the young man. I think they worked together once. It's... Josh, if it's brainwashing it's deep. We should ask Judd to look at him.

[He hates asking it. But Judd would give it to them. For them. For this place. God he hates it so much.]

We're worse than Scott, aren't we?

[goldtoxicity]

No.

[ he glances down at his hands. feeling wither's fingers locked between them, hearing his final pleas for mercy. ]

Because I'll go out myself before I put a child on that team.

[helpdesk_hero]

I'd sooner shoot myself than do that. Which of course means it's important the youths don't know. Because some MIGHT offer. And I will not allow it.

[goldtoxicity]

No one will know. Just the Council and whoever we bring in.

[ and that will be it. ]

[helpdesk_hero]

Jane will probably raise hell. I don't know about Rimuru.

[Allison will probably accept it.]

[goldtoxicity]

Rim's pissed. So's Jane.

[ which is an understatement. their little island was rocked by his kidnapping. ]

They got me because I was distracted by some guy. [ 'some guy'. its wrong and he knows it. kavinsky's been trying to contact him and he hasn't reached out. ] It won't happen again. But they know it can be done, which means I have to change everything.

We should look into modifying the amplifiers. I can try to project my death powers out of the dome.

[helpdesk_hero]

[Rim had been with David on wanting to make White Tower pay for taking Josh. And that before it was confirmed. The mention of 'some guy' earns a less than impressed look.

But what really gets David's attention is that statement. And David shakes his head.]

No. No, we are not going Necrosha. I refuse.

[goldtoxicity]

I'm not suggesting Necrosha.

[ he looks equally unimpressed. some part of that cool guy edge dropping as he reaches up to shove his hair out of his face. ]

If I have to, I'll make the island uninhabitable by anyone I haven't personally altered.

[helpdesk_hero]

Thereby killing everyone who comes here through the Gates as new arrivals to this world. That's too much, Josh. We're not there yet.

[They might be soon. He'll work the theory. But he will likely insist on being hte one to make the choice on whether to flip that switch. It's one that can't be unflipped.]

[goldtoxicity]

We're not there yet and we need to be prepared for when we are.

[ flatly. ]

We need plans. Contingencies. A hell of a lot more than we had going for us before.

[helpdesk_hero]

We need allies. I know the idea doesn't please you, but this is the Synod. Maybe it's time we show White Tower that their paranoia has only encouraged what they feared.

[goldtoxicity]

We need allies that aren't going to cannibalize us once they overthrow the White Tower.

[ sharply. he knows, david, he knows. ]

The batshit cultists up North might be a good bet. I think they want to be left alone as badly as we do. Equality Before All. Olin Vale. [ a grimace ] House of M.

[helpdesk_hero]

[David winces at the reference.]

I have no clue what Fucking compelled that woman to that name, but I loathe it. I'd hate to work with them, even if we need allies. If we must make overtures, can Jane do it? I can't stand to see that woman.

[goldtoxicity]

Allison might be a good choice. Family's a House of M thing, and if there's one thing Allison's all about, its family.

[ he closes his eyes, tapping a finger against his lip thoughtfully. ]

If Olin Vale is real, then Rim'd be the best fit for that... I don't trust them as far as I can throw them, but if we need it, the Imperium's there... Jane can talk to them. I'd probably mesh well with EBA. [ he glances at david from under long white lashes. ] Which leaves you with the frosty nutters.

[helpdesk_hero]

[Don't you DARE try and give him that look white telling him he's got to deal with the fucking cult.]

Why can't Rim speak with the crazies? Or is the fact that I put up with you for so long that makes you think I'm equipped to it.

[goldtoxicity]

Rim is a magical slime being who is very calm and soothing to easily scared things. And Kylo Ren is a fridge-shaped human with a manservant who focuses a lot on, like, decorum and junk.

[ that might be the most josh-ish he's sounded since david walked through the doors. ]

[helpdesk_hero]

[Decorum and junk are things David hates, thanks.]

Literally nothing equips any of us for that situation. Hell, even alt-evil-President-me wasn't big on fucking decorum.

[Or was that it? Was that why he gets the crazies.]

[goldtoxicity]

Yeah, but you've absorbed enough of it to get by. [ he gestures towards himself. ] I mean, I can try.

[helpdesk_hero]

[Yeah, and put their healer in the potential hands of a cult? Pass.]

Fine. I'll deal with the fucking space-dork. But I want Judd nearby while I do it. I don't trust the Koolaid drinkers not to fuck with my head.

[goldtoxicity]

Aren't you always yelling at me for being rude? [ as if he wasn't just calling them frosty nuts. ]

[helpdesk_hero]

Fridge-shaped human. Frosty nutters? Don't judge my word choice when you're bad too.

[David sighs and reaches up to rub at his temples.]

Most of this will have to go down at the Synod itself. Which will mean our movements are more obvious than we'd like.