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[ open ] America & Lucy catch-all!
Who: Lucy Steel Liddell (
severedheads) & whoever! || AMERICA Alfred F. Liddell (
monopolies) & whatever unfortunate soul he fails to land on
Where: Around the mansion, in the forest, wherever people are/aren't!
When: During the Fruits Basket event
Rating: PG-13 for possible dick sightings and pasty white boy ass
Summary: With memories altered, thinking they're possessed by the spirits of a Dik Dik and a Bald Eagle, Lucy tries to keep her "curse" under wraps while a fuckwit decides to be a plague on every family he has ever. Animals ensue.
The Story:
♘ Lucy
Before Wonderland replaced her memories of her husband and travels and the battle for the corpse parts with those of a cursed extended family, Lucy had still tried desperately to pretend to be ordinary. Now is no different. It seems no matter what life she lives, it'll be one fraught with danger and isolation. At least this time it's just a family curse that turns her into a tiny antelope. It could be much worse. She could be a girl with no powers trying to defend her oblivious husband (savior, mentor, best friend) from a national conspiracy to steal the corpse of Jesus, a conspiracy that goes all the way up to a super-powered President who has other powerful assassins at his bidding and way too much interest in Lucy.
Could be, but luckily she does not realize that's her reality. Lucy Liddell is just a young, unwed and not-completely-traumatized girl with a sweating problem.
The paranoia has remained in this life though. The "family" has taught her to be wary of outsiders and she doesn't want to tempt fate without very good reason. People have to be aware of the family curse--not all of her "cousins" are as cautious as she is after all--but she can pretend she's normal, if slightly flighty.
She smiles in the hall, nodding as scuttling away as though in a hurry, except she's never in a hurry because she has nowhere to be. Even around her cousins she looks jittery; maybe it's the prey instinct, be wary of everyone and everything until she's sure they're not going to attack her.
But it's the same instinct that draws her to groups, especially her extended family. Hovering quietly at the edge of meals, pretending to be busy with another task in the vicinity of others, it's a game of tug-of-war on her nerves between an innate desire to be with people and the cold hard reality that she should be solitary. And a strange sort of boldness that comes from a place inside her she can't quite identify helps her enter the kitchen, wander halls, and venture into the open air without losing her nerve and bolting.
In this life, Lucy's fleeting smiles aren't as rare. Not a regular occurrence, but hey, it's an improvement to all who've met her.
♘ America
Speaking of cousins who don't bother to keep their curse a secret, here's this piece of shit.
America (Alfred, actually, but his eyes light up and he responds positively to being called "America" because spirit of freedom bitches) doesn't try to hide who or what he is. It might even be hard to recognize that something's off about him this event, at least until he opens his mouth to bitch about how he's totally going to go out on his own and get a job one day far away from his family because that's what the spirit of freedom does! or approach girls outside the family with the ever-so-charming hey there stranger/bro/dollface I need to fly (literally) can ya help me out with a hug? no seriously I'm not hitting on you I like dick, oh and could you tape my glasses to my head? I can't see for shit even as a bird!
Because that is how you converse with people if you're Alfred.
And on those occasions where he reaches his final form but doesn't have the necessary eye wear, someone might get a massive bird crashing into/through their window, into their head, and if they're really lucky he'll stay a bird and not transform into a naked teenager while thrashing around on top of them.
His dinosaurs meander behind the God of Bald Eagles like kids who have been dragged to church by their family but are putting up with it because Sunday School gives them Capri Sun. To no one's surprise Jackson is the kid who constantly makes a fuss and complains nonstop to his mom. The complaining is irritating and constant.
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Where: Around the mansion, in the forest, wherever people are/aren't!
When: During the Fruits Basket event
Rating: PG-13 for possible dick sightings and pasty white boy ass
Summary: With memories altered, thinking they're possessed by the spirits of a Dik Dik and a Bald Eagle, Lucy tries to keep her "curse" under wraps while a fuckwit decides to be a plague on every family he has ever. Animals ensue.
The Story:
♘ Lucy
Before Wonderland replaced her memories of her husband and travels and the battle for the corpse parts with those of a cursed extended family, Lucy had still tried desperately to pretend to be ordinary. Now is no different. It seems no matter what life she lives, it'll be one fraught with danger and isolation. At least this time it's just a family curse that turns her into a tiny antelope. It could be much worse. She could be a girl with no powers trying to defend her oblivious husband (savior, mentor, best friend) from a national conspiracy to steal the corpse of Jesus, a conspiracy that goes all the way up to a super-powered President who has other powerful assassins at his bidding and way too much interest in Lucy.
Could be, but luckily she does not realize that's her reality. Lucy Liddell is just a young, unwed and not-completely-traumatized girl with a sweating problem.
The paranoia has remained in this life though. The "family" has taught her to be wary of outsiders and she doesn't want to tempt fate without very good reason. People have to be aware of the family curse--not all of her "cousins" are as cautious as she is after all--but she can pretend she's normal, if slightly flighty.
She smiles in the hall, nodding as scuttling away as though in a hurry, except she's never in a hurry because she has nowhere to be. Even around her cousins she looks jittery; maybe it's the prey instinct, be wary of everyone and everything until she's sure they're not going to attack her.
But it's the same instinct that draws her to groups, especially her extended family. Hovering quietly at the edge of meals, pretending to be busy with another task in the vicinity of others, it's a game of tug-of-war on her nerves between an innate desire to be with people and the cold hard reality that she should be solitary. And a strange sort of boldness that comes from a place inside her she can't quite identify helps her enter the kitchen, wander halls, and venture into the open air without losing her nerve and bolting.
In this life, Lucy's fleeting smiles aren't as rare. Not a regular occurrence, but hey, it's an improvement to all who've met her.
♘ America
Speaking of cousins who don't bother to keep their curse a secret, here's this piece of shit.
America (Alfred, actually, but his eyes light up and he responds positively to being called "America" because spirit of freedom bitches) doesn't try to hide who or what he is. It might even be hard to recognize that something's off about him this event, at least until he opens his mouth to bitch about how he's totally going to go out on his own and get a job one day far away from his family because that's what the spirit of freedom does! or approach girls outside the family with the ever-so-charming hey there stranger/bro/dollface I need to fly (literally) can ya help me out with a hug? no seriously I'm not hitting on you I like dick, oh and could you tape my glasses to my head? I can't see for shit even as a bird!
Because that is how you converse with people if you're Alfred.
And on those occasions where he reaches his final form but doesn't have the necessary eye wear, someone might get a massive bird crashing into/through their window, into their head, and if they're really lucky he'll stay a bird and not transform into a naked teenager while thrashing around on top of them.
His dinosaurs meander behind the God of Bald Eagles like kids who have been dragged to church by their family but are putting up with it because Sunday School gives them Capri Sun. To no one's surprise Jackson is the kid who constantly makes a fuss and complains nonstop to his mom. The complaining is irritating and constant.
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Besides, flying is pretty rad.
His head tilts again, though less severely as he asks, "Eagle thing? I must've told ya that explanation a million times, bro!"
At least he remembers being upfront about who and what he really is. Nervous at first when he first introduced himself to Daryl, afraid of judgement and hatred, but grew in self-confidence as people more often greeted him with pleasantries than disdain.
"I've got the family curse, man. Got the spirit of the eagle nestled in me. Helluva lot better than some of my cousins," he adds with an arrogant puff of his feathers. "Only bad part is that my eyes are messed up no matter what form I take, and it ain't like they make glasses specially for birds. Hoods for falconry, sure, but what good is that gonna do me?"
And then he stares at Daryl for a few awkward seconds and his thoughts are clear: I could be your falcon. A hunting team.
Except as he stares the tape holding his glasses to his head starts to slip, putting his glasses askew. First thing's first.
"Crap, could ya fix that for me?"
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"Right, don't know what I was thinkin'..." Yeah, real slick. MOVING ON. He catches that awkward stare, interpreting it exactly the way America means it... It's not a terrible idea- he's never tried that sort of hunting before and he'd be up for giving it a shot- and he's about to say as much when the glasses start to slip. That'd get on his nerves real quick; not for the first time he's glad his eyes haven't crapped out on him yet. Small miracles...
"Keep still," he says, kneeling down to assess the situation.
It's pretty grim.
"...You got feathers stuck all over this shit, this in't gonna hold up too much longer. What the hell is this, scotch tape?" Daryl disapproves. "Here--"
Leaning back on his heels, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small roll of fishing line. The Wonderland gods are smiling upon you, America, because that should have been in the tackle box.
"I'm gonna tie it, it'll hold up better."
FIX-IT FELIX MODE: ON.
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"Didn't have much else on hand! Uh, talon." Since he can't really smile at his own shitty joke, the closest he can do is open his mouth wide like he's smiling.
"Thanks! I tell ya, they don't make these things fit for beaks, and that's a real hassle when I'm--"
Because Daryl's life is perpetual misery and I never miss an opportunity to ruin situations, a dark dark cloud of smoke erupts around the eagle like a firework has gone off, instantaneous and leaving behind a naked America sitting on the dock right as Daryl gets up close. If it's any consolation he's probably getting splinters in his ass.
A few seconds pass, he blinks, and continues talking like nothing happened.
"--when I'm tryin' to land or navigate the forest. Plus it's kinda a bummer, bein' able to fly but not gettin' to see the sights. They really gotta invent bird glasses."
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Daryl stiffens when America poofs back into his actual body, the eyeful of shit he really, really did not need to see searing his brain into temporary uselessness. And then America just keeps right on talking, and Daryl's at such a loss for what to do that he just sort of... Scoots. Quickly. Jesus Christ why?
"...Couldn't have given you some god damn pants? Christ--" Awkward, they name is Daryl. He peers around the area helplessly, trying in vain to find something, anything, to neutralize this situation. Damn you for escaping into the water, tackle box...
"Least now you can see." Even if Daryl wishes he couldn't. Whyyyyy??
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That is the true vision of the world's end: zombies with strap ons.
Still, it doesn't make the current situation better. For his part America doesn't seem bothered. Partly because this is a normal occurrence in his newly envisioned life, mostly because he's a lunatic no matter what memories he has. While Daryl fights rotten peckers, America will be screaming naked in the streets of NYC about heroism while tourists and the Naked Cowboy look on.
Unaware of (or just blatantly ignoring) what Daryl is getting so wound up about, America just grins and dips his feet in the water.
"Pants don't fit on birds! Hats, maybe, but pants are a whole 'nother matter."
But like Daryl said, at least now he can see. The day is beautiful and the sky is clear and he stares out over the endless ocean horizon. He got cheated out of the bird of prey long distance vision, but he can see all the spectacular colors a human can. That's good enough for him.
"Yeah. Least now I can see. Ain't the same on the ground as in the sky though."