eddie kaspbrak (
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thisavrou_log2017-12-23 03:19 am
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Semi-Open: Now all our memories, they're haunted
Who: All of the present Losers' Club (Eddie, Stan, Richie, and Bill) + The poor souls who decide to help them (Some OTA prompts inside, but mostly closed).
When: During the Future portion of the event. (Posted now for sake of time scheduling for everyone).
Where: Everywhere.
What: The Losers discover the potential futures of Stan and Eddie. Things do not end well.
Warnings: Serious IT spoilers for those not canon-familiar. HEAVY CW: Suicide, major character death, maiming of characters, canon typical horror/violence, children dealing with very mature content as per usual with this canon. Children eventually making a blood oath. Proceed with caution and consider your own comfort levels when engaging with the IT children.
OOC NOTES: Specific starters will be in the comments below. This log will be revisited multiple times to address this exact event. Scenes will be logged here for sake of organization and accessibility. If you have any questions or requests to make of myself or any of the Losers members, feel free to contact me (
clussy) Richie-mun (
calaveras) Bill-mun (
rainbowspaceship) or Stan-mun (
poetanarchy). Some open logs will be available for the boys.
When: During the Future portion of the event. (Posted now for sake of time scheduling for everyone).
Where: Everywhere.
What: The Losers discover the potential futures of Stan and Eddie. Things do not end well.
Warnings: Serious IT spoilers for those not canon-familiar. HEAVY CW: Suicide, major character death, maiming of characters, canon typical horror/violence, children dealing with very mature content as per usual with this canon. Children eventually making a blood oath. Proceed with caution and consider your own comfort levels when engaging with the IT children.
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you. -Walt Whitman, "Song of Myself" ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪ |
OOC NOTES: Specific starters will be in the comments below. This log will be revisited multiple times to address this exact event. Scenes will be logged here for sake of organization and accessibility. If you have any questions or requests to make of myself or any of the Losers members, feel free to contact me (