(catchall / open)

[paraselenes]

WHO: dimitri & others
WHERE: misc.
WHEN: november!
WHAT: event stuff, etc! feel free to ask me for a starter over at my plotting comment, or just wildcard me whatever, i love wildcards
WARNINGS: will update as necessary

November Event & Tasks outside catch-all

• w/Childe
  
• w/Augustine
  
• w/Lottie
  
• w/Felix
  
• w/Fukawa
  
• w/Joonghyuk
  
• w/D

Comments

cw implied child abuse!!

[salvageable]

[ There's no response on Dokja's end because he's having trouble making out what the screen is showing at first. It looks blurry, almost distorted, like the movie that's being played isn't fully formed.

... Or like it's being seen through the eyes of someone who's just barely coming to.

And then a figure appears, face obscured but it isn't hard to tell they're a man. There's a bottle held in one hand, then a belt in the other, and Dokja's heart sinks. ]

That's... [ There's a tremble in his voice, face pale as questions run through his mind. ] —How is this possible?

[paraselenes]

[ When the picture clarifies, blearily winking into focus, it's clearly like the phones, except massive. The sound booms in all directions. And the image itself...

It's ominous, painting a clear picture even in its vagueness, but Dokja's reaction is somehow more alarming. He doesn't totally understand what's happening here, but there's a new, stern urgency in his words as he tries to speak over the audio. ]

How do we get it to stop?

[ There's a small stream of light coming from the projection room, where presumably they can do something about this? But in the meantime, the movie plays on. ]

[salvageable]

[ The shadowed figure advances and the person behind the point of view trembles in fear as the belt is raised above the man's head. A woman's cry can be heard from off-screen, a desperate plea for the man to stop, but it's no use.

Then Dimitri's voice cuts through and Dokja jerks his head toward the other man, eyes wide at the realization of having an audience, even if it's just a single person. He's had his past laid out bare for the masses to consume and ridicule him for, and that trauma rears its head now. ]

Don't look!

[ Had the Fourth Wall been with him, Dokja could have acted more rationally in this moment, but the sound of lashings, of a child pleading with his father to stop, voice not dissimilar to Dokja's own, are the only things filling his mind. ]