Carcosa, pt. 2

[polymods]

✖ Carcosa

Ⅰ. CARCOSA
You Are Still Here.

Another month, and you’re still in the city of Carcosa! Isn’t that just wonderful?

You still have access to the city’s temple and the High Temple.

The side effects you may have suffered from throughout the month of May are now at an end - if you had a pesky mask glued to your face the whole time it will now fall off. You might need a little moisturizer, but otherwise you’ll be just fine.

You could sit around inside the relative safety of the temples, of course, but why not get out there and explore the city some more? Come on, grumpypants!

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Ⅱ. SPEAK EASY
CW: Optional alcohol consumption.
What kind of pet shop is filled with rambunctious yahoos and hot jazz music at 1 AM? That's right - the best damn pet shop in town! Sidle up to the back door of Curly's Pet Shop and a panel will open enough to reveal a pair of eyes. "What's the password?" you'll be asked. Whatever word first comes to your mind, well, that apparently is correct because you're let in at once.

The front of the building definitely does indeed house fish and birds and kittens, but the back room is definitely not a good place to find a new animal companion; you find yourself in a crowded little room with low lighting and a small bar crammed into one corner. There's seats and some tables, and most importantly there's a band playing jazz music across from the bar.

Why not take a seat and have a drink? It's probably not paint thinner. Probably. Maybe you'll spot some of your fellow Travelers and you can sit and have a chat. Make a new friend who can hold your hair back if you party too hard.

And you better hope that the place doesn’t get raided!

Notes:
1. The drinks are all era-appropriate - you’re not getting Redbull with vodka here - and even if your character has non-human physiology they will work the same as they would on a baseline human. That’s right, your magic or your healing-factor or your vampire blood is no match for these Gin Rickeys!

2. If Curly’s does get raided while you’re there, you can run and hide or choose to engage with the police, who are armed and not too shy about opening fire if you go on the offensive. As with the rest of the regular residents of Carcosa, the officers are human and can be killed. Killing them may affect the colour grading of your Scrywatch depending on the situation. (Is it beneficial to personal growth to kill in order to save someone else, for example? You tell me!)

3. Did you want a pet from the front of the building? Well, just remember that baby turtles and alligators might SEEM like a good idea, but they grow up! Also any animal you take will not travel with you to the next island. So sorry.

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Ⅲ. EXPRESSIONISM YOURSELF
CW: Optional paranoia, hallucinations.
If you wander the streets at night, you may find yourself getting turned around. You'll find that the streets have lost their many lights, and the beautiful and delicate art deco architecture has given way to something much more stark and heavy. The buildings are block-like, but they curve in exaggerated ways that hurt the eye if looked at too long. All are in blacks and whites and greys. Nothing looks quite real, but you can walk along just fine. Probably better not to go off alone, though.


Periodically you will encounter that pesky sign of some sort painted on the walls. If you follow the sigils, you will eventually be led to a long staircase that winds down and down until it finally terminates in a large white room lit by a few electric lanterns. There's black paint there, with brushes. Maybe you're feeling creative?

Notes:
1. You’re pretty sick of this stupid sigil, aren’t you? In fact, you consider yourself QUITE the detective and have been searching after its meaning! Or maybe you played Call of Cthulhu a lot in college, you nerd!

Painting the sigil on the wall will cause you to feel disoriented and paranoid until you leave the white room. From that point on you can discover a copy of a play entitled The King In Yellow anywhere in the city you choose. Reading the first act of the play has no effect on you, however if you choose to read beyond the first line of the second act you will spend the rest of the month suffering from periodic hallucinations, often of a tall man in a pallid mask.

2. While there is no compulsion to paint, choosing to work out any of your character’s issues through art therapy can be reflected in your Scrywatch colour if it is significant enough.

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Ⅳ. AS FAR BACK AS I CAN REMEMBER, I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE A GANGSTER
CW: Optional gun violence, injury.
Art? Theatre? Music? BAH! Boring!

Maybe your tastes are a little more on the dangerous side? Whatever this island may be, it seems to offer plenty of opportunities to get into the seedy underbelly. Maybe you feel the need to steal a car, rob a bank, transport some illegal hooch for a smiling fellow in a yellow fedora. Grab your tommy guns, kids, it's time to outrun the Feds!

Naturally, you could wind up injured having all of this fun, but surely you could get some help from your fellow Travelers, either directly or by having them haul you to some sort of underground doctor. These doctors do exist, although it might take a while to get referred to one by a local.

You might also find yourself under arrest and stuck in an old-timey jail cell for a month. What fun!

Notes:
1. As was stated in the first prompt, the regular residents of Carcosa are normal humans. Killing them is possible and may affect the colour grading of your Scrywatch depending on the situation. Any weapons you find are era-appropriate.

2. You can break out of jail if you’re resourceful enough.

3. The underground doctors aren’t working in a real hospital for a reason. In fact, some of them might be less doctors and more, well. Vets.

You still jamming to that Carcosa playlist?

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Deadpool | OTA

[what_fourth_wall]

II. Speak (not so) Easily

Deadpool sat at the bar, swirling his drink around in its glass. It was gin, four fingers, neat. His mask was pulled up above his nose, revealing the travesty that was his ruined features. Somehow, in the past month, he'd gotten his hands on a red and black suit and fashioned himself a mask. Yeah, he was the real picture of a 20's era Deadpool. Did he miss his spandex? Sure. But he missed his Ryan Reynolds features more. He'd dared to hope that he'd spoofed the universe and he could look hot forever, maybe score a Blake Lively, but no.

To add insult to injury, he'd actually come here not for booze, but to see if Jeff had somehow ended up here. It was a pet shop, yeah? And he had some reward points in this game that he was hot to spend on his little buddy. Well, Gwenpool's little buddy...but she'd left the landshark with him and that made it his little buddy now. Or would, if he'd been able to find Jeff. Unfortunately, there were no landsharks at this establishment...just illegal booze. All he wanted was a little buddy that bit people up to and including him. Was that so much to ask?

So it's a much more subdued Deadpool this time around, sitting at the bar and drinking his troubles away. If you wanted something more serious with the guy, this is your chance. This booze actually works, too, which is fucking dangerous when he's in this depressive state. Weren't these supposed to be the happier toplevels, less dark, more fun? Couldn't he get anything right?

Nope.

IV. I Always Wanted a Heist Monkey

It's sometime later. Perhaps the booze (so much booze) has kicked in. Perhaps it's the monkey he found at the pet shop. Perhaps it was the contacts he made at the speakeasy who hired him on to a gang that was pulling a heist on a local jewelry shop - a gang that promised him Tommy Guns. (He sure had felt naked without any real weapons for that first month besides his own arm broken off and used as a bone shiv against zombies.). Perhaps it was some nice characters who responded to this here top level and cheered him up.

Whatever the case, a very drunk Deadpool with a monkey is serving as the muscle for some gangsters, waving two tommy guns around while leaning out of the window of a car that is rapidly speeding up to the fanciest jewelry store in town. Is he firing his guns off into the air and yell-slurring whatever pops in his mind? You betcha. Is it causing everyone to run for their lives? Yep.

Is he doing this intentionally to scare people away and reduce casualties? Well. You'll just have to draw your own conclusions there.

iv

[aviate]

Hal has no ring, but is he going to rush in and try and do something against the shooting? Absolutely. There's enough of a commotion that he's able to sneak up close by hiding behind cars and once everyone else has gotten out of the way rushes in to try and tackle this crazy drunk.

He's no Ryan Reynolds with the power of movie magic to get him out of difficult situations, but he wasn't going to do nothing.

Re: iv

[what_fourth_wall]

"Ahhhhhahahahahahaa-OOF!"

Deadpool is easily tackled once he is out of the car and shooting off his guns. If he weren't stupid drunk, it might have been harder, but his equilibrium was shot thirty ways to Sunday. He stumbles over, the guns clattering to the ground, and looks up into...his own face?

Oh no. On no. That was the face of his worst mistake ever. Well, Ryan Reynolds' worst mistake ever.

"Yoush the ME!!! You're th'sshole that delayed mah MOOOVIE!!! I shtole him from you, muverfucker, but I still hold a grush!!!"

And with that, he rolls with Hal and actually starts trying to strangle the man. Fortunately for Hal, he's entirely too drunk, and entirely too unused to being this drunk, to aim correctly. Far from cutting off his air via his throat, Deadpool instead tries to strangle Hal's face, his thumbs awkwardly pressing just under Hal's nose. Unfortunately for Hal, he's still quite strong since regeneration does things for one's strength, and it's not a very comfortable squeezing sensation.

But fortunately again, the sober Hal is likely quite good at fighting and certainly a far sight better than a sloppy Deadpool, so dislodging the merc shouldn't be hard beyond dealing with that strength.

Unfortunately again, for them both this time, the monkey is flinging poop at both of them. It really isn't the most dignified of fights at all.

[aviate]

He'd been hoping that once the guns were out of the way everything would go a lot more smoothly especially since this close it's clear he's more than a little inebriated. Except no, now there's some yelling about a movie and that is definitely the feeling of someone with above average strength squeezing his face. And to top it all off, there's poop getting flung around.

Hal doesn't have the professional training of some of his peers, but he's picked up enough to defend himself. He does his best to get his hands out of his face, but what he's really focusing on is getting a leg in position so he can force them apart. The man's drunk, he's probably not so focused on anything beyond his current actions.

[what_fourth_wall]

"IF I KILL YOUSH I GETS MOAR MOVIES!!!"

Okay, so he's being kind of a belligerent drunk at this point, but to be fair it isn't every day you're confronted with the face you wanted for YOUR movie that kept you from having that movie for a decade.

The leg works to force them apart, sending Deadpool rolling off to the side. He lands near one of his tommy guns, which he picks up and immediately starts firing in Hal's direction. The aim is extremely wild, though, and several bystanders are hit. There is the usual screaming and pandemonium that comes with people getting shot.

Welp. Looks like his Scry Watch might be shifting towards more red this month. Oops. Well, he tried.

[aviate]

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Hal doesn't get much of an opportunity to consider if the drunk guy is just yelling things or if there's something coherent in there before he's up and shooting wildly, forcing Hal to duck for cover. He swears under his breath and once again tries to summon his ring from whatever corner of the galaxy it was left in.

It doesn't work.

Right, it was going to be up to him and his wits to stop the number of civilian casualties from escalating. He peeks over the car he hid behind and shouts over, hoping to get his attention again.

"Hey, asshole! How about you pick on someone who can shoot back?"

[what_fourth_wall]

"BAD MOOOOOVIES!!!" It really makes no sense unless you're inside Deadpool's head, which is not a place anyone wants to be, and also exactly what you'd expect from someone so hammered.

Fortunately, Hal's situational awareness has him dodging and ducking in a direction that where there are less civilians to accidentally hit. Unfortunately, Deadpool does not really care about if anyone can shoot back or not.

"Thish is REVENGE, you stupid shpace lepercon!!! It's easier if you DON'T have a gun!!!" And he keeps firing. Wildly. Missing a whole lot. One of the guns jams and he just throws it at Hal before firing the one he has left. "There you can have that one. I hate you. You made me kill people."

Or at least severely hurt with bullets. Some civvies sure aren't looking great.

"Ashole." His tone is downright petulant.

[aviate]

Alright, he gets the gist that this guy knows what Hal's day job is and is holding a grudge against him. Is he some minor villain he stopped once? He doesn't know how everyone handles their Rogues gallery. There were so many things to keep track of.

"I didn't make you do anything! You were shooting before I even got here!"

Hal reaches out for the discarded with the intention of keeping it out of the way except that poop throwing monkey has made a reappearance and runs off with it. That wouldn't come back to become an issue, right? The gun was jammed.

[what_fourth_wall]

"At the SHKY!!!!!" It seemed an important distinction. And perhaps it was - you couldn't kill the sky. Normally. This game had some pretty Cthulu undertones, so maybe that was less true here.

Somewhere, the monkey is shrieking in triumph and excitement. The monkey has a gun! The monkey has a gun! But it won't fire, so the monkey pauses and just kind of bashes it on the ground.

"You're jush jealous because I have movies now and you DON'T" He pauses. "Exschept some shtupid Shneider outtake. That's rough, buddy."

IV: Pray. For. Mojo.

[kyley_b]

Kyle was just window shopping, man.

There's a nice little bookshop right next to the jewelry store. Kyle was standing on front of it, looking through the glass storefront at the books on display and wondering if he ought to go in and buy something. A novel, maybe, in case he decides to hole up in the Temples for weeks.

The approaching motor and gunfire doesn't register right away because he's just not expecting it, so he's still standing there on the sidewalk when the car speeds around the corner and bullets start flying.

"JESUS!"

AMAZING reference!!!

[what_fourth_wall]

It would appear that Kyle and Deadpool's fates are somehow intertwined here. Or perhaps that it's really quite a small world on these islands. The second is the more logical option, but at the same time these are mystical islands full of a hodgepodge of extremely unique people so...who knew. Or it could just be that Kyle was extremely unlucky.

Either way, the poor guy's pleasant afternoon is interrupted by not zombies this time, but a drunken merc going full Capone in his free time. Deadpool stumbles out of the back of the car and starts firing off his tommyguns like a lunatic. The monkey, seeing the irresponsible use of tommyguns, clambers up his side and nabs one, deciding to fire off the gun in a far less drunken fashion.

Unfortunately, it's a monkey. A heist monkey, but the point made little difference given that the distinction meant only that the monkey was currently on a heist...and had a gun.

A gun which it pointed at the first moving target it saw, shrieked, and pulled the trigger. DANCE, KYLE, DANCE!!!

"Hahahahahaahaaaa....DANCSH KYLE DANCSH!!!"

That's literally what I just said.

"Pffff....whatever...lookit him dancsching like a bad wedding electrical shlide hahahahahaha party time" and he belches loudly.

The monkey, meanwhile, has decided to compare shooting the gun to throwing its poop at the guy, trying to figure out which is more fulfilling in life.

this entire game is just Simpsons references.

[kyley_b]

Kyle is not a mutant. Kyle is not a wizard, or a supernatural creature. Kyle has no healing factor, knows no magic spells that can undo physical damage. In spite of his admittedly bizarre past, he is just a human being.

Which means that as hilarious as the situation is to Deadpool, to Kyle it's absolutely terrifying. He turns to run, only to feel a sudden pain burn its way across his tricep.

Giving up on running, he hits the ground and crawls, panting harshly, to cower behind a mailbox. Kyle clamps his hands over his ears and peeks around the edge of the mailbox just in time to get a face full of monkey shit.

Gagging, he wipes at his face, and hollers at the top of his lungs, "I'M AN INNOCENT FUCKING BYSTANDER, YOU FUCKS!"

Probably not his smartest move, considering he hears one of the mob goons climbing out of the car shout, "We got a witness! Ice him!"

it's why the game feels so much like home to me!!

[what_fourth_wall]

Poor Kyle. Also, poor Deadpool when he eventually wakes up after passing out to vaguely remember doing this to his buddy and realize he was just another Cartman to him. But mostly poor Kyle, because being shot and pooed is definitely way worse than a morose hangover. For Kyle, anyway. Deadpool is just self-centered enough to make it about him in his darkest hungover moments.

Of course, it's all fun and games until a gangster talks about icing his buddy from the beach. Now here's the true irony - if the gangsters had just used Deadpool as the spectacular distraction they'd intended, they'd be free and clear and soon to drive away with as many diamonds as they could stuff in their car. He was a very good distraction, and as evidenced by the few civilians he'd already shot by accident when dealing with Hal (Uh, we'll play some timey wimey games and pretend this fits like puzzle pieces that don't actually fully mesh? Sure. Our writer is obsessed with even the most unlikely of continuity.), ain't nobody was getting close to this robbery. The cops might try, but they'd only make Deadpool's Scrywatch bleed with crimson.

There's a beat where the world seems to pause as Deadpool's head whips around to glare at the gangster who'd called for Kyle's death. Then a bullet hole blooms on his forehead as his brains splatter out the back of his skull. Deadpool's tommy gun, pulled up faster than most could follow, smokes from the single shot. The gangsters gape. Even the monkey blinks.

"This. is. DANCE." His voice is low and menacing.

Then he turns back to the monkey and starts clapping and laughing again. The monkey...uncertainly...fires at the ground? Somehow more careful in its aim not to actually hit Kyle now?

[kyley_b]

In Deadpool's favour, he will never achieve the level of Machiavellian evil that Eric Theodore Cartman did.

The lunatic with the monkey just shot one of his own. Normally Kyle would take this as an a terrible sign, but his voice sure sounds familiar.

"Ryan Reynolds?" he yells as he ducks back behind the mailbox before the other gangsters turn on Deadpool and start firing. For all the good THAT does. With them distracted, Kyle gestures to the monkey to stop fucking firing and come over to him. The monkey shrieks and looks to Deadpool, then back at Kyle.

"C'mon, c'mere," Kyle hisses. "I've got a banana!" No he doesn't - he hates bananas - but he wants that monkey's fucking gun.

[what_fourth_wall]

"NOT ANYMOOOOOOOOOOOORE," he wails, reminded of the fact that the mask stopped working. "My facsh fell off."

At that moment, the other gangsters start firing at Deadpool. Clearly, his shooting one of them in the head had not been proper incentive to leave him the fuck alone. Or Kyle? Kyle. Leave Kyle the fuck alone. God, but he'd forgotten how hard it was to keep track of things when he was drunk. It really had been a long time.

(Really, only in flashbacks because we didn't exist before we were created as Deadpool.)

"That's too meta." He takes several bullets to the torso and one to his thigh. After all, he might have better aim than he was playing at while drunk, but dodging was still a bitch. "OW!!!! Oh for fuckshake."

Rather than firing at the gangsters in their car, he just stomps forward to their increasing astonishment. They shout, pouring yet more lead into him...or his general direction, since Tommy Guns weren't known for their extreme accuracy, but they just serve to annoy Deadpool more as is body jerks around. He gets to the car, pops the gas tank, produces a ripped hunk of cloth, stuffs it in, and lights it.

"Heh heh heh."

Ignored by Deadpool but still wanting attention, the monkey hems and haws and makes some questioning chirps before ambling over in Kyle's direction.

"Kaboom, motherfuckers."

(You...do realize you forgot to run. This is going to hurt.)

"Aw shi-" And then an incredible, deafening roar fills the street as the car explodes.

cw: animal getting hurt (oh and a person too)

[kyley_b]

"Your. Okay." Sure, why not? Anything else he was going to add is drowned out in a hail of gunfire anyway. Even if he no longer looks like Ryan Reynolds, this guy is still obviously more or less impervious to physical harm, considering that he's still kicking in spite of being shot over and over.

The monkey. The stupid fucking money. "C'mon..." Kyle cajoles, trying to sound friendly. He doesn't smile, both because he read somewhere that primates see that as a sign of aggression and because he's too busy trying not to die as bullets continue to ricochet everywhere. The monkey is finally close enough and he grabs for its gun, one long leg shooting out at the same time to kick the stupid thing away. It shrieks indignantly. Kyle doesn't give a shit.

Gun now in hand, he flattens back against the mailbox. He's about to try and aim the gun when the monkey attacks him again, and he has to get it up in front of his face to keep the little bastard from ripping his eyes out. He blinks sweat from his eyes and looks to see what Deadpool is up to.

Oh. Oh fuck.

Kyle scrambles up and starts running. The monkey, apparently also realising what's about to go down, hangs on for dear life.

Suddenly it's like a huge invisible hand has just swatted him (and his monkey passenger) and he finds himself flying through the air. He meets the pavement again a moment after, rolling onto his back because he's pretty sure he's on fire.

After a bit or rolling around he sits up, dazed and hurting pretty much everywhere.

"Fuck," he croaks.

[what_fourth_wall]

The world becomes a bright white blur. You'd think it'd be orange, or blue, because fire, but no. When your senses are so completely wiped that your brain can't process it, it's white. But if your senses are eradicated, it's black. So white is...better. Almost. Kind of. If you know that you can't die, anyway.

The gangsters are obliterated. It will be black for them. If there were any bystanders left, they are obliterated too. Black for them. Maybe red for that Scrywatch. Deadpool wasn't evil, but he fucked up a lot and in the end, evil results are evil regardless of intent. Reckless stupidity counts.

When the noise clears, there's deafening silence as the world seems to think, "well, that just happened." There's a haze in the air. Everything is shock and awe to those who aren't used to excessive violence, to those who don't perceive life as basically a cartoon.

Deadpool's eyes pop open. He glances around and notices Kyle.

"Oh hey buddy. Sorry about all of that. Guess you shouldn't drink and gangster." He frowns in disappointment. "Awww...but this means no heist. Now my heist monkey is just a regular monkey. Hey, you know what's interesting? I can't feel my hands. Or my feet. Or my chest. Or my little Deadpool. Huh."

And would you like to know why? Because Deadpool is just a head that rolled up next to Kyle and softly tapped his foot as he came to a stop.

II. Speak (not so) Easily

[quire]

"What's the matter, Pagliacci. None of these gangster's looking for a comedian?" he's so smug, but truly he wouldn't ask if he didn't think the man looked out of sorts and if nothing else he knows first hand 'pools have a pretty good instinct for the actual severity of any given situation. If this guy's given up raging against the machine, maybe he knows something the rest of them don't.

"Another idiot with a healing factor told me the liquor here really hits. Shouldn't you look happier about that?"

[what_fourth_wall]

Deadpool pauses mid-swallow to glance over at the guy who'd sidled up next to him, and his eyes widen. You can tell because somehow the mask eyeholes widen. Look, it's an unquestioned part of comic book physics, alright. Even here amongst all the real life PBs, his mask physics still stay the same.

"Pink hair...thick rimmed glasses...delightfully smug...heeey! It's my favorite Not-Xavier!!! No seriously, Xavier is 100% nefarious right now running his stupid members only fascist island." Wow. His mood roller-coastered from jovial all the way back to dark in just one piece of dialogue. Yeah, he's definitely in the vicinity of close to being hammered.

He does the classic swirling his booze around in his glass motion while he stares at it. "It's hitting, but I'm not forgetting that my face didn't stick. I got to be Ryan Reynolds for a month, and then it was taken away. And Jeff was taken away. This is a taking-away kinda place. Story of my life, my "friends" won't let me in their clubhouse so I get stuck on bargain basement Krakoa instead."

[quire]

"I know. I had a nice little niche carved out for myself on the Krakoan hit squad before I turned up here," he huffs and leans back when he doesn't trust the way Wade swirls that liquor so cavalier.

"Jeff? What do you mean Jeff was taken away? Where is it?" God help him, he loves that little landshark.

[what_fourth_wall]

"That was my niche. Which they won't let me have again. X-Fockers. Yeah, that's right, I'm comparing them to a bad Ben Stiller movie. That's how bitter I am." But he can't quite summon the energy to be mad at Quire while Quire is actually being nice to him. Besides, it wasn't his fault he got the spot they decided Deadpool wasn't qualified for.

"You know who also deports people from positions they were good at? Trump." Oh yeah. He's morose as shit. He went there.

Deadpool sighs. "I arrived here with him, but apparently that was against the rules. So he got plucked away by the mod gods. I've got to earn him back with points." He pauses. "Wait, that's right, YOU KNEW JEFF!!! Because you were a Calivenger!!!" He wails and throws his arms around Quinton, holding onto him and bawling like Quinton is the one person in the world who could understand his pain.

Drunk. A. F.

[quire]

"Hey, you don't have to tell me how fucked up the Clown Council is. I mean, Shaw? Sinister? Sure, keep your enemies close but you don't have to fucking marry them into the family," he rolls his eyes. Full of political opinions as always.

The shock of being leapt on brings out a full body cringe in Quentin. "Jesus ok, take it easy, yes. God, you're like white girl wasted— wait, what do you mean points? How do you earn points? Is that what this is about?" he points to his orange glowing Scrywatch in question, "did you see these Gods?"

[what_fourth_wall]

"Shit, after spending decades fighting it, you guys went straight Age of Apocalypse, complete with your very own baby Dark Beast and Murder Pits for the unworthy." How is he comisserating about this with someone he should be jealous of? Is Quire mind whammying him? Or is that just the booze?

The booze which has definitely pushed him to cry all over Quinton. "I AAAAMMMMMMM!!! I NEVER EXPECTED TO BE A WHITE GIRL!!!" He pauses. Oops. The points thing was pretty meta (and also the reason why Quire should never read his mind - it would fuck him up pretty royal...has he ever warned Quire about that? He probably should if he hasn't. Also, he should exit these parenthesis. Is anything more obnoxious than parenthesis that go on for-fucking-ever? Like, have you seen that in a book? You know, the parenthesis start, and then just keep going for paragraphs, and you forget they were parenthesis, and then suddenly there's the concluding parenthes...ee? And you're like wtf...ooooh, we were doing an aside this whole time. That explains the run-on sentences, which parenthesis seem to be a license to do. They were an excuse for all kinds of bad grammar actually. If Quire was reading his mind RIGHT NOW, he'd be sucked into the abyss of these parenthesis, and it would be a real bad time. Okay. We really should end them now. Like, right now. But they sure have expanded the length of this tag to make us look smart. Okay now!!)

"No," he sniffles, "I didn't. Jeff just disappeared. It was narration. If you've ever been inside Gwenny's mind, you know what I mean. Does she let you call her Gwenny? She let's ME call her Gwenny."

(Actually, she has no idea we call her Gwenny, and in point of fact this is the first time, but carry on.)

"It's always about points, man. Gamification. You gots to earn the points to have the land shark buddies. Having sweet icons of Jeff isn't good enough. Just by tagging me, you get the 'talk to a new person!!!' points. I think I get them too? I'm not sure about that part, BUT I'LL CLAIM THEM ANYWAY so thank you. You're my best friend, did you know that?"

And that's when he leans over to the side and barfs. White girl wasted, indeed.

[quire]

"Not a big fan of Gwenny myself. It's diminutive." He actually looks a little disappointed to know that scrappy little landshark isn't here to greet him, but that easily disguised as a snotty reminder that Wade should probably be a better pet-sitter.

"Wherever he is you better hope she has him or Gwen's gonna do to you what Weapon X never could."

And just like that Quentin's almost sorry he asked. Just when he thinks Deadpool might know something he doesn't he ends up sounding like the naked guy in time square who yells at people about aliens.

"I'm the best a lot of things, but you can probably keep that one," he cringes as Wade yaks up his lunch. "Dude... even Logan's holding his liquor better than you. Maybe you should take a minute. Can we get this guy a water?"

[what_fourth_wall]

Deadpool sniffles some more, and rubs at his nose through his mask. "I feel like you're hating on every name that ends in a Y though. What do you got against Jenny, man? And Sophie." He pauses. "Okay that one is an 'ie', but you know what I mean! Also Bobby, and Johnny, and Chrissy, and..." He continues to just rattle off the -ee sound names for a while.

Quinton's threat has him pausing and tilting his head to the side. "You mean fix me? I'm not sure that's quite as threatening as you think it is. Also...chica got cancelled, man. She is nowhere. Not even on a team! Me and her are benched TOGEETTTHHHHHERRRRRR!!" He starts wailing again.

Honestly, phew. He threw Quire off the scent of him knowing game breaking things. Deadpool was happy to be in this game, and he'd already pushed a few boundaries. He had no desire to break the game, and Quire was just clever enough that he might take Deadpool's insane ravings seriously.

"I'll get 'im back. Im onna mishun." Oops. There went the slurred words again. "Get lotsa points. Pull Jeff outta cancellation hell."

A water is slid Quire's way by the bartender, who is just thankful somebody is looking after the sloppy drunk. Deadpool takes it and slurps it down.

"Nuh uh. Logan's not here. Is he? I'da noticed him." He looks around. "Oh shit. I missed a Logan. Fuck me. Hey can I be on X-Force now? There's like three of us here if you count me in. We can be a legit team on these islands."