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revivalproject2023-06-09 05:27 pm
playingtough) wrote in revivalproject2023-06-09 05:27 pm
Calibrations ◊ The Chain by Fleetwood Mac
WHO: Billy Hargrove & open
WHERE: Billy’s Calibration Room
WHAT: Calibrations event
WHEN: June 10 - July 10
WARNINGS: Memories are marked with CW/TW to help out
Mingle Post: Runaway by Bon Jovi
It’s a living room. A simple living room filled with 80s aesthetic of a Californian home. Except…
It’s broken. There’s large fissure that breaks the room into two halves and Billy sits on a worn couch that straddles it. There are framed pictures on the wall, but in each of them, the woman’s face has been torn or cut out. There’s holes in the wall the size of a grown man’s fist. There are lines like thin black veins jagged over some of the walls before they fade off.
On a coffee table in front of Billy, are a simple set of Chevy car keys with a metal California keychain attached to the ring. There's a glass enclosure over them, preventing someone from just grabbing them. To keep Billy from grabbing them.
No running from this, not for him.
On each of the four walls, there’s one open door. Thick fog rolling in different hues of red, with ashy flakes of grey, keep anyone from seeing what’s beyond the door’s frame. Things can be heard though. At one door, a plate smashing [cw: domestic abuse]; another has the sound of the ocean’s surf; door number three has no sounds but there’s heat, like a freshly opened sauna; and the last one has a telephone’s dial tone [cw: abandonment/child abuse].
He looks up at the... visitor and his blue eyes harden. “You shouldn’t be here.” But it's clear the guest can't leave the way they magically appeared.
WHERE: Billy’s Calibration Room
WHAT: Calibrations event
WHEN: June 10 - July 10
WARNINGS: Memories are marked with CW/TW to help out
Mingle Post: Runaway by Bon Jovi
It’s a living room. A simple living room filled with 80s aesthetic of a Californian home. Except…
It’s broken. There’s large fissure that breaks the room into two halves and Billy sits on a worn couch that straddles it. There are framed pictures on the wall, but in each of them, the woman’s face has been torn or cut out. There’s holes in the wall the size of a grown man’s fist. There are lines like thin black veins jagged over some of the walls before they fade off.
On a coffee table in front of Billy, are a simple set of Chevy car keys with a metal California keychain attached to the ring. There's a glass enclosure over them, preventing someone from just grabbing them. To keep Billy from grabbing them.
No running from this, not for him.
On each of the four walls, there’s one open door. Thick fog rolling in different hues of red, with ashy flakes of grey, keep anyone from seeing what’s beyond the door’s frame. Things can be heard though. At one door, a plate smashing [cw: domestic abuse]; another has the sound of the ocean’s surf; door number three has no sounds but there’s heat, like a freshly opened sauna; and the last one has a telephone’s dial tone [cw: abandonment/child abuse].
He looks up at the... visitor and his blue eyes harden. “You shouldn’t be here.” But it's clear the guest can't leave the way they magically appeared.
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The pacing takes him near Reeve, and he rounds on the older man. "I'm not afraid of anything! You got that old man?! Don't talk about shit you know nothing about!"
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There's a huff like an angered bull, gaze fixed hard on Reeve. "Damn right you're sorry, or I would've made you sorry, dick." All said with that echoing voice. A boy almost a man growing up to be an replica of the father that scared him.
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He's just too tired for all of this.
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Any noise of Neil is drowned out by the roar of her engine, scaring off anything of his father, as the wall holding the sauna door falls open. The Camaro sits, driver door open and ready for her driver. A spotlight shines over her, like all the memories did on specific items, and rock music can be heard from her speakers. When Reeve gets into the car and snaps the door shut, the dream is drowned out in music and headlights. The Camaro moves on its own, driving Reeve away from the broken house and back to the realm of awakening.