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untilldeath ([personal profile] untilldeath) wrote in [community profile] cultor2025-10-18 04:52 pm

The Blue Note 'Residence'

WHO: Ivan, Till, Sunny, Noah + Guests/Visitors?
WHAT: Catch-all for home base shenanigans through the month
WHEN: All Month
WHERE: Blue Note Jazz Club

[Catch-all for all things Blue Note Jazz Club Residents related and any visitors or guests they might have/get?]
sadpoem: Sunny (m77)

[personal profile] sadpoem 2025-10-19 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Sunny blinks. It's not what he's expecting. He'd been expecting to lie down for another nap, practically all he's been doing for... Well. Four years or more, now...

[But Till has other ideas. He's all dressed up to venture into the city, which makes Sunny nervous. Normally he ends up outside, rather than chooses to go. The addition of Ivan doesn't encourage him, though he supposes they'll be well protected.

[At any rate, he's really not in a position to argue (ever), so...he simply stands there, pink fingers picking off skin from each other while he waits for Till to lead them out, for Ivan to arrive, whatever happens first.]
snaggletooth: (pic#17990685)

[personal profile] snaggletooth 2025-10-19 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
I finished putting everything on!

[ Ivan calls out to Till, who'd left him in the back with a task to complete.

In a moment, he appears looking like—like... while this is a reference he'd never understand, he looks like when Bugs Bunny tried to disguise himself from Elmer Fudd on Saturday mornings.

He's wearing a bright, bright red, full-length raincoat, the hood already placed over his head. Atop said hood, he has a women's wide-brimmed hat with a cloth bow, floral print lining the inside, his eyes hidden by reflective sunglasses just underneath. As he approaches the two he'd kept waiting, it also becomes clear that the thing in his hand is an unopened umbrella, just as much of a color mismatch to the ensemble as each other individual piece.

Ivan's new sun safety uniform, as put together by Till.
]

Well? Let's hope this works.
sadpoem: Sunny (35B)

[personal profile] sadpoem 2025-10-19 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
[It's...

[Funny. Ivan proudly parades, Till can't keep from laughing, Sunny's shoulder is clutched. In that moment, they all feel like old friends, on the verge of having fun. Sunny doesn't laugh, and he doesn't smile - he never laughs, and he never, ever smiles, but...

[Despite everything, he feels momentarily light. He wishes Lortel could see them all getting along. Would he ever see them again if he actually woke up from this nightmare?

[Sunny gives Ivan a silent thumbs up.]
snaggletooth: (pic#18116083)

[personal profile] snaggletooth 2025-10-19 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ Till is not subtle, as very, very sincerely as he is trying to be. Sunny's total impassiveness only makes the taller boy stand out more in all of his shuddering glory, blowing partial raspberries into the back of his hand.

Ivan pokes him in the stomach with the point of his umbrella.
]

Pull yourself together, Till. ♪ You have to lead the way, you know.

[ Unbothered, refreshed. Sing-song. Yes, he knows that this is to get Sunny to go somewhere that isn't back to bed; even so, since when has Till come to him with a surprise? ]

Neither of us know what you're planning, remember?
sadpoem: Sunny (m97)

[personal profile] sadpoem 2025-10-19 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Sunny wastes the sunlight hours sleeping just as much as he wastes the nighttime hours, so really, he shouldn't be picky about being somewhere dark. That's not even to mention the months they spent in total darkness.

[But Sunny can help. He's conjured his little sun a hundred times by now. It's still about the only thing he can do of his own volition.

[Sunny waits for Till to lead the way, then...waits for Ivan to follow. He doesn't necessarily want the bug behind him, even if it would keep him safer...]
snaggletooth: (pic#18116208)

[personal profile] snaggletooth 2025-10-19 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Actually, Ivan wanders to the front of the building first after reading what Till has to say. He needs to test the new... equipment that was so thoughtfully provided. And it takes him the longest to use a door by far.

The umbrella's tines unfurl with a classic fwoomph as he sticks it through first, then cautiously levels it over his head as he takes his first click-clacking steps into the sunlight. Right away, that same ominous feeling creeps up, like that bright yellow orb is the eye of something that might swoop down from the sky.

But his desire to flee isn't as immediately intense.




He finishes making his exit.
]

And you're sure our Sunny is going to like it?
sadpoem: Sunny (2D)

this is so cute sdlfskdfj crying hard

[personal profile] sadpoem 2025-10-19 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
['Our Sunny,' Ivan says, and that sensation rushes up again. They're old friends. He's their Sunny.

[After that, the dread creeps in. If he belongs to someone, he's not sure he wants it to be Ivan. Their tether strangely twinges. He doesn't feel one with Till, though he wishes he did... He's such a kind person, always "speaking" with Sunny the only way Sunny can speak.

[Vandalism. How daring. Sunny feels a little thrill, something between anxiety and excitement. He has to think about it a minute... It's not like anyone is here to get them in trouble.

[Eventually, he...shrugs. Not in an uncaring way - more so a, "Whatever you say."]
snaggletooth: (pic#17898069)

[personal profile] snaggletooth 2025-10-19 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The close timing of everything causes Ivan to realize something.

( Till in his head sharing a private word. The tug on his other, other line, like it anxiously wishes it would snap. )

He's never tried to communicate with Sunny in that way, no... not that he can remember? Would it be of use? Would it be more of the same...? While they wait for Till to take his lead, he looks at silent little Sunny curiously, watching for his reaction.
]

Hello. [ He keeps out other noise, picking out soft words and placing them in a vacuum. ] I'd uninvite myself for you. But it was Till's idea.

[ Till's ideas are important. ]
sadpoem: Sunny (63B)

[personal profile] sadpoem 2025-10-19 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ivan's words creep up their tether, into Sunny's throat instead of his ears. It makes his eyes go slightly wide, and he turns to look at Ivan as the group starts walking, Till in the lead.

[He knows how this works, how people communicate, sometimes even without their masks (in Sunny's case, a blindfold). It's when they tether that they can "talk" just like this, but Sunny...

[He still has nothing to say. No words are returned, but he reaches over and grips one of Ivan's buggish hands, only long enough to let him know he's there. He shakes his head. He doesn't want him uninvited. That would be mean...

[That's what passes through the murmur, their tether, the most. Sunny doesn't want to be mean.

[That, and...bafflingly, perhaps shockingly, some feeling of safety that only Ivan can bring, hidden beneath thin layers of fear for the same man. It makes little sense to Sunny, probably less to Ivan...

[He's sorry.]
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[personal profile] snaggletooth 2025-10-19 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Don't go...?

That's one interpretation, and the one he supposes he'll go with in honor of the togetherness Till is hoping to inspire. He lightly clenches and unclenches his hand around the lingering sensation of it being held.

They're all on the move now. That isn't the problem itself. The problem is that he's the only one who can speak out loud. And what a nuisance he'd be to try to make conversation, cause Till to have to stall again and again to write something.

So he doesn't.

He just hums a little, albeit nothing familiar. Idle melody made up on the spot.
]
sadpoem: Sunny (m33)

[personal profile] sadpoem 2025-10-20 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Sunny doesn't mind the quiet walk, nor Ivan's humming. It doesn't unsettle him the way it might in the dark. He moves his head just slightly back and forth as they make their way through the city streets, all the way to the station. Sunny hesitates at the entrance.

[It does look awfully dark inside...]
snaggletooth: (pic#17995473)

[personal profile] snaggletooth 2025-10-21 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ivan's hand settles on Till's shoulder, his hold firm for a few seconds. Stay, it says without saying.

It's so bright out here and so black in there, it looks like a divide between dimensions. However, Ivan is volunteering himself to go first. He knows where he's most comfortable. He'll head through once he's sure the others won't.

His eyes adjust quickly. Right away, he doesn't need his shaded glasses any longer and clips them to the color of the coat. A single long tunnel extends for something like fifty feet, featureless except for a set of silvery railings in the distance, implying that past them is a set of stairs heading down. He worries what may be beyond them from the stories he's heard on the Murmur.

That said, he won't doubt his senses. They say there's nothing alive here that's larger than a bug.

When he's sure, he whistles with his fingers to his lips.
]
sadpoem: Sunny (94)

nothing larger than a bug, huh?

[personal profile] sadpoem 2025-10-21 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Ivan sends a signal, Till brings light. Sunny is still uneasy in the black tunnel, but he can see Till's writing clearly, as well as the colors on the spraypaint bottles. He's never used one before, never particularly suspected to, but...it's a little neat. He picks up a purple can and experimentally sprays a dot on the nearest wall. A little chill thrills through him, and he bounces once on his feet.]
snaggletooth: (pic#17899639)

LISTEN....

[personal profile] snaggletooth 2025-10-21 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ Pretty.

The soft illumination that Till provides for them, familiar enough that it doesn't fill him with primordial fear. Even that part of his brain recognizes that the source of this light is safe.

Snatching the incoming can out of the air, he immediately begins to inspect it, almost making the amateur mistake of touching the nozzle while it's pointed at him. This is that stuff Till used to make his first "costume" for the stage, Ivan remembers. Did he toss him a blue-colored one on purpose...? It's fitting. It's what runs through his veins now.

Ivan is not an artist. At all. Seeing Sunny start to experiment however, he elects to follow his example, starting on a large shaky heart.

He'll figure out what he's brave enough to put inside of it later.
]
Edited (i forgot i was called out) 2025-10-21 02:50 (UTC)
sadpoem: Sunny (22B)

[personal profile] sadpoem 2025-10-23 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Sometimes, Till almost reminds Sunny of Kel, so enthusiastic, so encouraging, eager to help, and kind. Sunny's not sure what he'd paint to make Kel proud, and he's not sure what he'll pain to make Till proud, but he'll have to think of something. For a moment, he's quiet, rolling the can around in his hands, considering.

[He starts with a cloud.]
offseers: (Rest Spot)

( daily life )

[personal profile] offseers 2025-10-23 08:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ noah —

keeps himself busy. whether it's hunting or cleaning or cooking. these are patterns he's used to. in the colony, out of the colony, you have to look after each other. look out for each other. it's not simply a matter of care or concern. it's a matter of survival.

he doesn't bring up lortel. he doesn't need to. he doesn't want to. right now, he's tired of perpetual grief. ironic, considering his life. his standing. his calling.

but noah is tired. time ticks away. ]

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