acatalepsy_logs | [OPEN] Well. That Didn't Go Quite As Planned

Who: EVERYONE
Where: The Temple of Beginnings
When: Immediately After The End.
Rating: PG-13, may vary by thread
What: You fall, you pick yourself back up and you move on. Or at least, you try.

Fished Out Of Water
One minute, you are witnessing the fabric of an entire world implode as it is literally ripped apart by powers unknown. The next, that tell-tale twist somewhere beneath your sternum, before you are bodily YANKED away from Akvos, away from the ocean and the Queen and the King and the Princess.

And land back on (mostly) solid, dry ground.

Welcome back to the Temple of Beginnings. Don't worry, there's no hurry for you to get back up just yet.

Hey, Howya Doin'?
Once you do get back up, now is the time to be taking stock of the situation - yours, your friends, and even those new merfolk neighbours (who may need a hand getting their fins back into the water). There is also the missing members of the Circle to consider: people who disappeared on the journey to Akvos, and those who never made it back..

(There's also that small matter with a certain 'witchess-san' that may be a cause for concern to some more than others.)

Whatever the case, it's a lot to process right now. Take the time you have, because you don't know if it'll be enough for what you need.

[[ OOC: Here's an open post for threads reacting to the end of the Akvos world hop. Feel free to use the above prompts, and/or make your own! ]]

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[He’s quiet, thinking, calculating, LED spinning in circles. The mood in the air stutters and staggers, then lowers into something below the doldrums. Connor frowns, brow knitting, then casts his look out towards the lake again. Fingers clasp against a rock next to him, curling gently around it, before he tosses it out into the lake, wordlessly, a mirror of his previous gesture. It lacks the same velocity, the same perfect arc through the air, instead landing with a subdued entry into the water.]

…It’s fine, Lieutenant. It might have been unfair of me to put those expectations on you, anyway.

[He thought to come here to make him feel better, to maybe make the both of them feel more grounded. Maybe that was a mistake.]

Would it be all right for me to sit here for a few minutes?

[The sound of a rock plopping into the water makes Hank blink his eyes back open, a little startled. Or - he can't really reach 'startled'. It's hard to get there, under the weight of everything else. But he didn't expect it, anyway, that gesture. It's a gesture with meaning to it, maybe, Connor doing that now when it felt like he'd dismissed it earlier.

It takes Hank a second to put what that meaning probably is into words: Connor acknowledging that tossing that dumb little rock's the closest thing to help that he's gonna fucking get. Cause Hank's not going to help him. Cause he'd expected Hank to help him, earlier, when he'd said all that about throwing dumb little rocks in the first place. And now he doesn't.

He came to Hank with expectations.]

Yeah.

[Hank clears his throat, like there's some phantom itch he's got to clear out, like that's why that word had a big old crack in it. He looks away from Connor again, swallows. The corners of his mouth twist oddly, unsteady, and he throws an arm over his eyes and he takes a deep, slow breath.]

Sorry.

[OPEN] Well. That Didn't Go Quite As Planned

connor is the healthier option

no wonder hank and connor have so much trouble getting along then