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f20202020-09-09 07:07 am
goldtoxicity) wrote in f20202020-09-09 07:07 am
they built paradise
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.
[ hit me up at minimoffs @ plurk or shoot me a dm if you'd like to plan something specific or something off krakoa! ]
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.
[ hit me up at minimoffs @ plurk or shoot me a dm if you'd like to plan something specific or something off krakoa! ]
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She checks behind her for anything she may accidentally sit on, and then shifts to plant herself cross-legged on the floor, clasping her hands together in her lap.]
If this is just a bad day, I'd hate to see what you might do to the room if you were really upset. [Jane says with a small, crooked smile.]
Talk to me?
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S'nothing. [ it's really not. ] You ever have one of those days where you - you just, [ a shake of his head ] you think about all your mistakes?
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[Her smile quirks wider for a moment, then she moves to put her back against the wall next to him. The state of the room isn't easy to look at, but... she might tidy it later.]
I suppose I do, sometimes. [Then she rolls her head slightly to look at him.] But I'm not carrying half the stress that you are, I'd say. Do you need a hug?
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[ he rests his head against the wall, shaking his head. ]
It's just... [ no. no. he shuts his mouth. ] a bunch of kids aren't going to be able to defend themselves if push comes to shove, s'all... I should know.
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I know. I hate thinking about it, too.
[While Jane would not want to be anywhere else - and especially not now, not when she's invested so much of her time into this place - the dangers of simply existing here as they are don't pass over her head.]
But there's something else bothering you, isn't there..?
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... Nothing we haven't all already agreed I'm on the wrong side of.
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Hmm.
[He doesn't want to talk about it (yet), and that's fine... Sometimes having those same circular arguments about things they will never agree on get so tiring.]
Can I get you some tea? Maybe help you tidy up?
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... Tea'd be nice.
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[It takes a little time, and she does briefly leave to get one of her favourite blends for him to sample, but she's placing a cup of tea in his hands soon enough and looking around the office with a soft sigh escaping her.]
What ever am I going to do with you, Josh... Is there really nothing I can do?
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[ he rakes his fingers through his hair, shutting one eye and letting out a sigh. ]
... We're running out of leash here, Jane. And goodwill.
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[She shoots him a wry smile, though the expression quicky fades and she puffs out a sigh.]
And you're right, I know. But what can we do?
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[ he knows they can't turn those kids away. that's what he wants to do - that's why he doesn't rally against them as hard as he should. ]
... There's probably a better solution than trashing my office.
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Let's have some tea, and then I'll help you to tidy up. You're not going to get anything done in this mess.