querulus | Expiation

heard the latest buzz? something bad is suppose to happen soon.

[By the time she gets to his room, Quentin's already kicked off his own shoes and is leaning casually against the headboard of his bed with his arms behind his head. It's pretty sparsely furnished and decorated since he just moved in two nights ago: basically just a bed (queen size, obviously. You expect Quentin to sleep on a twin bed? Like a peasant??), a trunk, a box used as a makeshift nightstand, and a mirror propped against a wall. Other than that, there's some clothes scattered haphazardly around the floor. Quentin is not a tidy person.]

I know a version of Summers from my universe. It's a long story. But mutants stick together, so here I am.

[He scowls. Ugh, talking about any version of Cyclops is a hell of a mood killer. In an attempt to get some of said mood back, he waves a hand to lend some telekinetic help with Jinx's boot buckles, since she's a little encumbered by her bad hand. What would you do without him?]

Now are we gonna talk about Scott "stick in the mud" Summers all day or are you gonna come over here?

[Silco had made certain to ignore the public post for two days before coming to this. He was not interested in a public call out, so he'd set the terms of engagement.]

You requested a private audience. If you're looking for a job, there are applications at each of the three establishments I'm currently caretaking. If you're keen to discuss other matters, by all means, go on.

[So unlike the previous nights, where Scott has been outwardly angry and telling Quentin to just piss off, he's a lot more subdued when he comes home in the late evening. All of that anger seems to have just evaporated, but the mutant is clearly still upset, just quiet and visibly shaken too in some ways. Honestly, he looks like he might cry, which is why he's heading straight towards his room without greeting his housemate, if he so happens to be sitting on the couch or whatever.

Or Quentin can come bother him in his room when Scott hasn't emerged from it for hours.]

DIRECTED TO: QUENTIN QUIRE
LISTED CRIME: VANDALISM

The Council has selected you for sentencing to atone for the above-listed crime. You are directed to turn yourself in within two (2) hours of receiving this message, or you will be forcibly detained. You are to meet the Council's representative outside of City Hall in order to respond to this summons.

Respectfully,
Jerry

[ After witnessing Quentin showing up in Jinx's post, Ragna wastes no time contacting the guy himself, albeit in a private manner. The girl is having a tough time as it is, so there's no reason to get her involved in this. ]

ok shitface
where are you
we've gotta talk

( there's dead air on the other side of quentin's charm, it sounds as if someone is trying to reach him or speak, but only for it to cut off completely. but then a few seconds later, the dead air is back......... then off again. is someone playing around with their charm or just being horribly indecisive? well either way, the awkward silence finally vanishes with whoever it was never saying a word. it was probably some dummy or a "wrong number". )

(perhaps the habit of not thinking he can do anything at any time is something manjiro could work on. he didn't text scott, didn't announce he was coming in any way, he just magically expected the boy to be here, and if he weren't, he'd let himself in and take a nice, fat nap on his bed until he did.

those were the plans, either way. he doesn't knock, instead, his slurred accent hits the door as we calls out:)

Summers, open up. We're gonna ride in the forest. Summeeeeeeeeers. Summers.

A little birdie told me that you can't access the part of your brain where the A.I. is. You doing okay?

[she packed all of her necessary essentials in her duffle bag, her café is being supervised by one of her crew, ekko's apartment is spic and span enough, and she left both vi and ragna a voicemail about her departure to the oasis. all seems to be in order except for one little thing. and that thing is the treehouse. a place (for some unknown reason jinx couldn't begin to comprehend) she had been maintaining for approximately for almost a little over a year now, and even tried to build some sort of cooling/heating unit to keep it comfortable to live in during the seasons.

the bluenette wouldn't mind continuing with the cleanliness, doing so practically became a daily routine for her now. but with this particular mission, she will be gone for several weeks, and anything could happen to that treehouse within that timeframe. and with quentin being in aldrip again, it would make a lot more sense to hand it back over. he did built the place, after all, and she knows the silence of the forest can help him with the constant thoughts that flow around the city.

and although jinx had rehearsed this exact moment in her head countless times, the crow continues to perch on a tree branch with her eyes fixating apprehensively over scott's home. just when was the last time she visited this place anyway? ... she can't seem to recall, and just observing the residence like this feels like she went back in time somehow. the teenager works her lips for a moment before she huffs out a frustrating groan, forcing her body to evacuate out of the tree, and paces her way to the home. this needs to get done, she has a job to do, and she can't just hide away and waste time.]

[she thinks that, but when she meets face to face with the front door, the anxiety swells in her throat again. so this is it. he is right behind this door... or maybe there's an off chance scott will answer, and she can hand him the key, then bolt out of there. ... but that's cowardly, and jinx is not a chicken. all she has to remember is to stick to the plan, say what she needs to say, and keep her mind racing through unimportant things. not that quentin would enter or read her mind without permission, but... she wants this to go as smooth as possible. adjusting her strap bag, she taps the front door with her knuckle, a little diddy kind of knock before she casts her gaze elsewhere in her surroundings, then down to her boots to kick a rock or two. just... anything to keep her busy while she waits for an answer.]

Edited 2024-11-08 05:15 (UTC)

quire.

( in truth, this is mostly a check-in now that everything's working again and quote-unquote back to normal, but he's disinclined to say that it's a check-in because—

quentin. and it's not like they know each other like that. )

on a scale of 1 to just a day in the life, how often does things like "world plunging into darkness" happen here?

[ Root ambles up to the ~~boy band~~ mutant house and stands on the sidewalk. She's cutely holding hands with Shaw, who's about half a foot shorter than her, and in Shaw's other hand is a leather leash leading to a dog, a sleek Belgian Malinois. ]

One second, I can see if he's here.

[ She means telepathically, of course. She proceeds to think loudly but not too loudly, tone like she's calling into the house. ]

Quentin! You here? I brought a friend. Please stay out her head, though 🤞

[ Can you think in emojis? Root's gonna try! ]

(good time for quentin to arrive at the spider-house - peter is making a very nice snack for himself for the time being. his braincells have burned out at stem, so he should probably take a break, watch a shit movie, enjoy popcorn and the bowls of guacamole and chili he made.

the tingle doesn't tingle - quentin is not a threat, but he can hear him approaching even before he comes to the door.)

Hey, man. Came for the smell?

(because damn it smells nice!!!)

[You wake up in a courtroom. You’re not really sure how you got here, just that you’re here. There’s Jerry, sitting at the judges box. For some he might be new, and others he might be familiar or semi-familiar. He scrutinizes you, and then motions to the jury box. There’s a plaque that’s sitting on the outside that says “Council”, but there’s no one sitting there. Everything looks clean and maintained, but there’s no one in the courtroom but you and Jerry.

Weird.]

You are charged with vandalism in loyalty to a friend.

[There’s something about his expression that makes you think that he might’ve already made up his mind…]

The Council has found you Guilty of this. In order to repent and further your rehabilitation, you have been tasked to bring in one of your close friends for Sentencing to receive punishment for your crime in your stead. If there is no action taken, there will be consequences.

[You wake up back in your bed. You remember everything – Jerry, the jury box, the words he spoke to you. Maybe you remember the words he spoke more vividly than anything else.

However you decide to proceed… there will be consequences.]

[ooc: you have until January 10th to submit your Sentencing HERE Even if your character doesn’t proceed with the Sentencing, you must comment on the NPC inbox for your penalty.

Also, there are effects for ignoring this Sentencing. The longer that it takes them to complete their Sentencing, the more paranoid they may feel, especially with close friends. They may even wish that they want to cause bodily harm to them. If you have any questions about Sentencing, please direct it to the Mod Contact post.]

Edited (jenni reminded me about the vandalism bit oops) 2024-12-17 15:33 (UTC)

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