I. ARRIVAL When the vastness of his own overwhelming ego isn't consuming him, Quentin's a lot more approachable— chill even. Not that he's apt to admit any difference between this and his regular personality.
If he took to turning Carcosa into a vacation out of sheer defiance, here his stubbornness and apathy takes a healthier turn. This place seems to want to take care of him. Who says no to that?
Find him lounging in the temple combing lazily through the memories and knowledge of people nearby to try and match some of these flowers to actual species that other's might know from their homeworld— if you've got mind powers you might feel him poking around in there. Oops. If you don't you might just be surprised this guy's voice sounds familiar to your ears, or how much he knows about your home world.*
"You're into plants, huh? It's cool. I'm more of an oceany scents kind of guy. Too many botanicals and it starts to smell like someone's grandmother went a little overboard with the potpourri tchotchkes. But whatever. Beats pet shops and sweaty rum runners I guess."
III. THE LOTUS BATHS Of course he'll be enjoying the baths. It's the closest thing this place has to a spa. The hallucinations are unexpected, but not wholly unwanted. Pathetic as it might sound, there aren't a lot of stand out pleasant memories in Quentin's life and those that are plucked from his thoughts might find most of it kind of banal- save for two incredibly alien out-of-body experiences.
Step into his visions of a quintet of quarrelsome blondes telling him how great he is. A montage of designer outfits that each make him look more impressive than the last. A girl with dark, curious eyes telling him no one understands him or a massive firey bird the incredible energizing sensation it bestows on Quentin and anyone joining him in this hallucination.
Ⅳ. NIGHTBLOOMING If you've come in search of the young villager you might instead find a scene from Alice in Wonderland— if Alice were an obnoxiously counter-culture millennial young man. Reclining on a hammock made of ethereal pink energy Quentin is surrounded by a handful of these quietly grazing creatures. Things are peaceful here and if you've got any mind-reading skills you might be able to hear his telepathic conversation with a mantis.
Quentin Quire | Marvel 616 | OTA
When the vastness of his own overwhelming ego isn't consuming him, Quentin's a lot more approachable— chill even. Not that he's apt to admit any difference between this and his regular personality.
If he took to turning Carcosa into a vacation out of sheer defiance, here his stubbornness and apathy takes a healthier turn. This place seems to want to take care of him. Who says no to that?
Find him lounging in the temple combing lazily through the memories and knowledge of people nearby to try and match some of these flowers to actual species that other's might know from their homeworld— if you've got mind powers you might feel him poking around in there. Oops. If you don't you might just be surprised this guy's voice sounds familiar to your ears, or how much he knows about your home world.*
"You're into plants, huh? It's cool. I'm more of an oceany scents kind of guy. Too many botanicals and it starts to smell like someone's grandmother went a little overboard with the potpourri tchotchkes. But whatever. Beats pet shops and sweaty rum runners I guess."
III. THE LOTUS BATHS
Of course he'll be enjoying the baths. It's the closest thing this place has to a spa. The hallucinations are unexpected, but not wholly unwanted. Pathetic as it might sound, there aren't a lot of stand out pleasant memories in Quentin's life and those that are plucked from his thoughts might find most of it kind of banal- save for two incredibly alien out-of-body experiences.
Step into his visions of a quintet of quarrelsome blondes telling him how great he is. A montage of designer outfits that each make him look more impressive than the last. A girl with dark, curious eyes telling him no one understands him or a massive firey bird the incredible energizing sensation it bestows on Quentin and anyone joining him in this hallucination.
Ⅳ. NIGHTBLOOMING
If you've come in search of the young villager you might instead find a scene from Alice in Wonderland— if Alice were an obnoxiously counter-culture millennial young man. Reclining on a hammock made of ethereal pink energy Quentin is surrounded by a handful of these quietly grazing creatures. Things are peaceful here and if you've got any mind-reading skills you might be able to hear his telepathic conversation with a mantis.