Get your gen texts~

[1sts]

texting meme You’ve got your TFLN, you’ve got your sexting, now here’s the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old fashioned friendly texting. (Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.) instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, include preferences, a start, absolutely nothing or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat.

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[conagain]

( John softly nods, his eyes sweep the room, and he leans back for a small exhale. It’s not long till the tender comes around with their requested plates and a refill. John will take the boy’s lead, either Paul does the talking or he will - and he’s glad to know there’s something workable available to them.

Sharing stories of his world is relatively harmless, Paul sharing his own stories would be what likely draws unfriendly attention. John will first introduce the boy to music. He talks about the bands from the 70s, the 80s, and he even talks about his own beloved Mucous Membrane, they had a strong few years (as in they were able to book gigs), but that was it. They never hit it off, got big, or went anywhere, they put all their charm and luck into their single “Venus of the Hardsell” had a video out on the tube and everything, but no… it didn’t do well. John skips the details of why the band broke up, in fact, he doesn’t really delve that much into his band but instead talks about some other artists that he was fond of.

Of course, he couldn’t help but mention the Swamp Thing - there was a pile of green mush on his plate that he just assumes originated from plant life. He kept it sweet and simple: ) Got a big ol’ green guy, calls himself Swamp Thing, back home, we’re mostly on, but we got a few odds between us. Ever seen a walking, talking vegetable? Sort’a like that. A humanoid figure covered in moss, flowering buds, and the like.

Not everyone knows about him, though, not everyone knows about the magic. So happens that power on Earth comes down to money, to wealth. I imagine it’s not much different on any world.

[desertpowered]

[A tilt of the head. Swamp Thing. Sounds...distinctly alien, but John is telling the truth. If Duncan sent this man to help Paul, he trusts him to know what he's doing. He listens attentively, processing and digesting the information John gives him about his world and culture. The food is picked at, but slowly, surely disappears, washed down with the offered alcohol.]

If I ever see where you come from, I want to hear some of your music. The music here is good, but probably not what you're used to and might sound better to my ear than yours.

[A gentle warning about cultural differences. Human culture has changed a lot since John's time.]

I had money, once. That's changed. My family is a powerful one, and we made powerful enemies.

[conagain]

( John can’t help the big grin forming at Paul’s attention to the music. John loves music, a sure fire way to get John to open right up is to talk about music, to sing, to play, to explore music. He’s touched by the sentimental expression from Paul: that he might not be into what constitutes as music on this world, time, place, whatever. John’s eager to hear what Paul’s taste of music is, he could appreciate loads of different styles and kept an open mind. He liked to think so, anyway!

John takes another puff of his cigarette, a clump of ash falls from the burning cherry, right onto his chest, but he doesn’t mind (enough to notice, that is). His smile fades with the next concept broached between them. That’s the same ol’ tune on any world, innit? There’s nothing to smile about from Paul’s situation. )

Well, you made powerful friends too. ( John gestures to himself, including himself for the count even if he hasn’t shown Paul any power yet, he certainly means to! )

[desertpowered]

A good place to start.

[The curiosity is mutual, as well as ways to strengthen the bond between them and therefore the connection between their worlds. Paul is starting to have a better idea of how what Constantine does works, though it's still incomplete knowledge. The best way to learn is to keep asking questions. If Constantine can do this, he might be able to as well, with the right training and the proper know-how.]

For you to come here from where you come from, you must be powerful.

[conagain]

( John feels himself reaching out for that appreciation like a starved little babe, so eager to latch onto the warmth of the compliment and the nourishment that it does his ego. It’s not right though, it’s not in the least bit right. Paul’s a good kid, giving him something so kind to hold onto, but John’s not any bit responsible for coming out this way - least, not how he thinks Paul thinks he was.

John does suppose, however, that there’s a reason he was dragged through the wormhole as opposed to another wielder of magic. It may just be his soul was the weakest out of the bunch? John wasn’t eager to get down in the dumps about his choices derived from the instinct to survive, but his loosening grip on his morality and sometimes body may have been what done the trick! Then, perhaps, Alec might’ve come… or Richard. Ah, hell, I’m buggered to question! )

I don’t know if yeh’d like it on Earth, but I’d wager you’d like it more there than where we’re at now!

[desertpowered]

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<font face="courier"<small>[Maybe Paul sees a flicker of Gurney somewhere in Constantine, or maybe he's impressed that Duncan managed to call such a powerful ally here from the grave, all the way to an alien world and an alien time. That's strong magic, whatever happened, and strong magic is something that he can learn to wield, too. This man can call ghosts to his side and cross the depths of time and space themselves. That deserves respect.]</small>

There's a lot for us to learn about each other on both sides. I look forward to it.

[conagain]

( An easy smile spreads again on John’s face. Paul’s a curious one, and John just likes enough the sound of his own voice that he doesn’t mind offering the other just what he’s looking for. Information to feed the insatiable beast of curiosity, there are worse afflictions to be starving from, that’s for sure, and he’s glad to not be up against Mnemoth. Although, the thought of a sandworm as large as the royal palace is enough to give him second thoughts on going out of the protective waves of safety. He hasn’t quite got the confidence to persuade the worm elsewhere, should it burrow up from beneath his feet. “They know, they can feel you.”-- something like that came from Duncan, who taught John to stumble, hop, and sweat until he managed to find this tavern.

John gives the surrounding a glance before he suggests: ) If yeh finished, we can go someplace private, talk more freely.

[desertpowered]

Next time you visit, bring me some music from your world. I'll tell you what my favorites are.

[Earth won't be as immediately dangerous an environment as Arrakis, Paul's sure, but it probably has its own variety of dangers. That, and it'll be a challenge to blend into a strange culture and a strange time. But part of him relishes the challenge. He looks over the empty plates and mug, gently patting his stomach to let John know he's had his fill.]

Yes, I'm done - we can move if you think it's time.

[conagain]

( John takes the lead in the transition, from one room to the hall, to a set of endless doors. They journey, just the two of them, following the word of the bartender as to where about their room is. He’s glad there are ample rooms, and hopes for a comfortable suite with accommodations for the weary traveler. Once inside, they’ll find a dustless room (which, in all honesty, impresses John first and foremost as they’re on a planet covered in sand), with a comfortable bed, couch, table, and washroom. It’s dimly lit, warm, and comfortable enough, there are items and stations within the room that John isn’t familiar with and is likely standard in any Arrakis home. Perhaps Paul will clue him in on some of the unfamiliar.

John takes his coat off and tosses it onto the couch. First thing’s first, he inspects the washroom and finds a basin-like sink with - (because why not) plumbing and a bathtub. He wonders how they keep the sand from clogging up the plumbing, but the curious thought dissipates as soon as he walks back out into their room. He looks to Paul and gestures around them. )

Will this work?