[ harrowhark. you were asleep, weren't you? when you startle awake, the world around you is very, very dark.
you can hear muffled noises. the occasional clink of metal, of glass - people friendly and chatting, the sound of something being wiped down. all in all, your surroundings seem fairly normal, at the moment... at least by sound.
you realize that you've got something covering your face, though it doesn't feel like a bag or anything. you're sitting down. you know that much. right now, you know... this place is familiar to you, somehow, whatever it is.
what do you want to do? stay the way you are, vision obscured, and try to figure out where you are through your other senses? or perhaps try to figure out what's covering your face...? ]
[she wakes and takes a deep breath. her heart is pounding in panic, disorientation and fear, but she forces herself into a settled calm. she's somewhere familiar, and something is covering her face.
she will try to focus on the sound first, listen to the chatting and try to get her bearings. and as she does this, she'll reach up and carefully, casually, try to touch the thing on her face to see what it is.]
the brim of a hat...? weird. she recognizes this hat, though, the more that she's holding onto it. maybe she normally wears it somewhere that isn't on her face. ]
you heard me. it's a tuesday afternoon, and you find yourself opening your eyes from where you were sitting at your desk. faintly, in the distance, you can hear the sound of people being buzzed in and out of the front room. voices, the sound of sirens here and there. you yawn, and stretch, looking around your office. did you fall asleep in the middle of paperwork, again? it's not like you've ever really been any good at doing it. you pay people to do paperwork for you, and this is why.
when you look to your left, you find sunlight streaming in through your window, the blinds open. maybe that's what woke you up. you can vaguely see your bookshelf, your filing cabinet...
and in front of you, on your desk, is your computer, your stack of paperwork, a slim black folder, and a gun. there's even a photo frame, though it's not quite close enough for you to tell who's in the picture yet.
as far as you're concerned, this is yours. everything in it is yours. still, you're feeling kind of groggy from your nap. it almost feels like five minutes ago, you were somewhere else.
...maybe you ought to look around your office a bit...? ]
(probably not the dozing off during paperwork part, considering he does, in fact, have someone else to do this usually.)
reorienting himself, hua cheng begins the process of checking out the things listed out as being within immediate view. if the computer isn't already displaying anything, he'll wake it up to see where he left off before he had himself an accidental little nap. what's up, what was he supposed to be doing? ]
[ the computer is displaying the time. it's 9:05 AM. hua cheng realizes that he's really only been on his shift for an hour? this has been the longest hour of his life maybe. maybe he just didn't sleep well last night.
there's a document open on the computer, that has his name on it, but, nothing else. someone was procrastinating...
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It’s hot, hotter than you remember that things were a few minutes ago. that's the first thing you notice as you startle awake from your nap to the sound of a shrieking whistle. when did it get to be so goddamn hot.
you lift your head up from the sign in page, a binder in front of you, and blink at your surroundings. you find that your view is that of a little room! it's painted a bright, cheery blue - there's a counter in front of you with a binder on it, and a few other things here and there. a radio, a phone, a whistle. there's a faint, salty breeze blowing in from an open doorway, though the dark black glass is keeping things shaded and cool for you, at least. your chair squeaks as you sit back in it. there's a mirror in here somewhere, and a sink, too. maybe you could splash some water on your face...
you know that everything in this room is familiar, but right now, you can't really remember why. maybe you could take a look around? ]
He sort of... blinks, then grows immediately paranoid and unnerved when he realizes he isn't, like, at the hotel. He twists in the chair to check his blind spots, frowns at the room after.
Slowly, he carefully stands up. He will check the binder in front of him first!]
[ yuri. you were asleep before you got here, but you find yourself startling awake in a small room.
the walls in here are white, but it's not particularly unfriendly. there's a long table, a refrigerator at the end of the room - a microwave, a trash can, a few posters on the wall that are hard to read. to the right, you can see two bunk beds pressed up against the wall, with a curtain dangling over top, ready to be pulled around to obscure them in a moment. it smells like freshly brewing coffee, and... something sterile, too, though you can't put your finger on what.
... but it doesn't feel unfamiliar. there's a mirror nearby, too, and a little sink. a cheery sign above the sink informs you that you should wash your hands before you leave! good hygiene is important!
[ i immediately hate this. so does yuri because the white and the brightness of the room immediately throws him off compared to his dimly lit hotel room.
okay well. he'll look in the mirror. because yes. and then he'll give the room a check over? what's in the fridge and the trash can? ]
the fridge has... leftovers in it. people's lunches? there's a large thing of oat milk in here. trash can looks like it has paper towels, some half eaten food... so on and so forth.
maybe of more interest: when yuri looks himself over, he'll find that he's not in... well, maybe he is in his usual outfit. he's wearing a pair of pale purple scrubs! over top of that, he has a long, white coat, and a stethoscope looped around his neck.
there's also a badge on his chest. if he leans in a bit to read it, it says:
but when you come to, you find yourself in a brightly lit room. it's warm in here, warm and white. jason, you're sitting on a chair, looking up into the face of neon lights. they're bright.
a man with a bowtie is smiling at you. he's holding a long, thin microphone in his hand, and he turns his attention away from you. ]
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our first content - Mr. Jason Todd! Jason, you're here and live with us. Tell us about yourself, would you?
[ the man puts the microphone in your face.
... you know that you're... a contestant on this game show. that you've been wanting to be in it for a while. all around you are neon graphics - pink flowers, the occasional heart - and three curtains, marked 1 - 2 - 3.
you've got a headache suddenly.
but... you know who you are. you're jason todd. red hood. you were a vigilante. you just watched a girl that you have some feelings about (?) die to... a shark attack? you were in a hotel - and ... maybe you were a lifeguard? for a few minutes? it doesn't matter. you're here, now, though. brains a little scrambled, but you're here. you feel sort of woozy. there's an injury under your clothes - are you wearing a suit? - that throbs, painfully, but it doesn't seem like it's actively bleeding.
but that's not all jason feels: he will also feel a pressing sense that he has to play along. if he reveals his reality - if he's not a part of this game... then it's going to end badly. very, very, very badly.
the game show host waits, expectantly. the microphone buzzes.
who are you, jason todd? how old are you? what's your very normal career? ]
[It's so fucking bright in here, hello. He squints against the lights a little, almost feeling queasy under the headache. Or maybe it's the scorching ache over his side.
He opens his mouth, hesitates. It isn't like he's not accustomed to having all eyes on him in some way--where? Back home...? Yeah, back home. At the hotel. He's not a stranger to lying either. His eyes shift over the three curtains.]
I was a lifeguard. [Was?] Am. [If he died, does that mean he isn't a lifeguard anymore? Haha.] I guess that means... I like long walks on the beach.
[WHY DID HE MAKE THIS A DATING PROMPT. It's the pain.]
the host laughs at this joke. so does the audience! hey, did you know there's an audience? a live studio one. they seem very charmed by jason's funny sense of humor. ]
Well, let's see if that's going to help you today. Are you ready to meet your potential future?
[ the host says this, and the crowd cooes excitedly. he then dramatically gestures to the curtains! the room goes dark again, briefly, and spotlights spin wildly to the beat of a drumroll then land on curtain 1! jason can just faintly see a silhouette of a person with spiked hair. ]
Bachelor number one. Tell Jason about yourself.
[ there's an awkward pause.
a male voice says: This is stupid. I. Uh. Hi. I'm... I guess that doesn't matter. I'm a soldier. SOLDIER. I like... big swords.
the audience wolf whistles, and the host laughs. ]
There you have it! Let's hear from... bachelor number two!
[ the spotlights whirl around the room again, dizzying and bright, and this time, they land on the second curtain.
Yuri. admittedly, this really isn't your usual scene. but, after some convincing from your nosy, if lovable, friends, they agreed to get you onto this season's hottest new reality show - the dating game. you're still young, but you're a bachelor, and you've been thinking maybe it's time to settle down. you've got a great career. you're handsome. you're charming. who wouldn't want to date you, right? you've got to rely on your words, and how you answer the questions, to make jason todd fall in love with you. that shouldn't be too hard. there's a cash prize, a date, and maybe... well, it'd be nice to find love.
this is how your life has always been. you can't remember anything besides the fact that you want to be here. you've got a little bit of a headache, but it must just be from the lights.
how are you going to introduce yourself, bachelor #2? the audience, the announcer, and the handsome contestant on the other side of the curtain await. ]
[ When you open your eyes, it’s to the quiet sound of rock music, and to the sound of your car rattling along on the highway. you feel a little disoriented. maybe a little dizzy? but that's all.
there's nothing unfamiliar about this situation, besides maybe what must be a little motion sickness?, because for you, it's normal. hua cheng, you've been traveling with your younger sister harrowhark for years now. the two of you help people for a fee. it means a life that's on the road, but that's okay.
it's a life that's full of tragedy. a life that's full of drama.
but it's your life, and you wouldn't trade it for anything, right?
whatever happened before is forgotten. this is your life. you're in these old seats, and the music is playing, and you both know you're on your way to a destination that's not far away, now - an old mansion, where you'll be meeting up with a client that harrowhark found you, this week. based on a rumor, a legend, of things that go bump in the night.
it's a hunting trip. you save people. you hunt things.
that's the family business.
hasn't it always been? ]
Edited (I FORGOT YOUR SOUNDTRACK) 2022-07-05 13:51 (UTC)
well, harrow is definitely not capable of driving a car, even in this au, so she's on map duty. the music, definitely her favorite song, is playing, and the road ahead is clear. probably.]
hua cheng unfortunately is always depicted in modern AUs as being a car guy despite his depth perception, so this tracks. this is definitely the song that they both agree is great, though, so it's fine. ]
Maybe if the navigator gave better instruction. [ this is just normal sibling banter when you're both rude. but he will make sure that he doesn't miss the turn.
hopefully the presumably clear road stays clear. ]
[ as jason and yuri run to escape the demonic beast's area of effect attack, they choose the door on the right.
there's a loud shattering noise behind harrowhark and hua cheng and through a destroyed mirror, covered in blood and broken glass, come jason and yuri, literally crashing into the setting. they're treated to a wild sight.
namely, the invisible thing attacking harrow and hua cheng from before would be some kind of horrifying maybe-once-was-a-woman ghost creature. she has a chain around her neck like a collar, and chains dragging from her wrist. her eyes are vacant voids, blood streaming down her cheeks, and her white dress is covered in blood and torn to shreds.
perhaps of more interest, she is holding both hua cheng and harrow by the necks, claws pinching into their very cool outfits, both of their feet off of the floor. you can't immediately see the damage, but both of them look like they're having the very life drained out of them.
with the shatter, her head snaps to look at yuri and jason, unnaturally, wrong.
then she screams - the noise is horrible, like nails on a chalkboard - and vanishes, dropping harrow and hua cheng to the ground with a thump.
for a moment, the mansion is silent.
hi everyone!
harrow and hua cheng, you're probably feeling pretty brain scrambled right now. what a weird illusion. how's your brother? how's your sister? are you two alive? you're all each other has, after all. also - who are these chucklefucks.
yuri, jason. you know you escaped your tunnel of love, and now you're... here. wow. what the fuck. you guys know that you are not actually part of a dating game, or... whatever this is? maybe you should've taken the hotel exit.
hapi is also here. she is very, very shallowly breathing. ]
[it feels great. there's blood streaking from her eyes and mouth but what else is new. she coughs and hacks up some blood, dizzy and stumbling, feeling very hollow and lost, terrified without knowing why. but after a moment - ]
Hua Cheng!
[is he okay? she'll rush over to him, heart pounding, worried.]
[ hitting the ground like a sack of bricks, hua cheng groans, laying there for a second. his forehead presses into the floor while he tries to stop the throbbing (he cannot) and maybe will his organs back into a better state. ]
M'okay. [ he leverages himself up, spitting out his mouthful of blood to the side, before reaching out to grab the side of harrow's face. ] I'm okay. Let me see you -
[ his other hand brushes some hair out of her face. other people who? ]
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you can hear muffled noises. the occasional clink of metal, of glass - people friendly and chatting, the sound of something being wiped down. all in all, your surroundings seem fairly normal, at the moment... at least by sound.
you realize that you've got something covering your face, though it doesn't feel like a bag or anything. you're sitting down. you know that much. right now, you know... this place is familiar to you, somehow, whatever it is.
what do you want to do? stay the way you are, vision obscured, and try to figure out where you are through your other senses? or perhaps try to figure out what's covering your face...? ]
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she will try to focus on the sound first, listen to the chatting and try to get her bearings. and as she does this, she'll reach up and carefully, casually, try to touch the thing on her face to see what it is.]
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the brim of a hat...? weird. she recognizes this hat, though, the more that she's holding onto it. maybe she normally wears it somewhere that isn't on her face. ]
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wait, what?
you heard me. it's a tuesday afternoon, and you find yourself opening your eyes from where you were sitting at your desk. faintly, in the distance, you can hear the sound of people being buzzed in and out of the front room. voices, the sound of sirens here and there. you yawn, and stretch, looking around your office. did you fall asleep in the middle of paperwork, again? it's not like you've ever really been any good at doing it. you pay people to do paperwork for you, and this is why.
when you look to your left, you find sunlight streaming in through your window, the blinds open. maybe that's what woke you up. you can vaguely see your bookshelf, your filing cabinet...
and in front of you, on your desk, is your computer, your stack of paperwork, a slim black folder, and a gun. there's even a photo frame, though it's not quite close enough for you to tell who's in the picture yet.
as far as you're concerned, this is yours. everything in it is yours. still, you're feeling kind of groggy from your nap. it almost feels like five minutes ago, you were somewhere else.
...maybe you ought to look around your office a bit...? ]
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(probably not the dozing off during paperwork part, considering he does, in fact, have someone else to do this usually.)
reorienting himself, hua cheng begins the process of checking out the things listed out as being within immediate view. if the computer isn't already displaying anything, he'll wake it up to see where he left off before he had himself an accidental little nap. what's up, what was he supposed to be doing? ]
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there's a document open on the computer, that has his name on it, but, nothing else. someone was procrastinating...
anything else you'd like to check out in specific? ]
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It’s hot, hotter than you remember that things were a few minutes ago. that's the first thing you notice as you startle awake from your nap to the sound of a shrieking whistle. when did it get to be so goddamn hot.
you lift your head up from the sign in page, a binder in front of you, and blink at your surroundings. you find that your view is that of a little room! it's painted a bright, cheery blue - there's a counter in front of you with a binder on it, and a few other things here and there. a radio, a phone, a whistle. there's a faint, salty breeze blowing in from an open doorway, though the dark black glass is keeping things shaded and cool for you, at least. your chair squeaks as you sit back in it. there's a mirror in here somewhere, and a sink, too. maybe you could splash some water on your face...
you know that everything in this room is familiar, but right now, you can't really remember why. maybe you could take a look around? ]
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He sort of... blinks, then grows immediately paranoid and unnerved when he realizes he isn't, like, at the hotel. He twists in the chair to check his blind spots, frowns at the room after.
Slowly, he carefully stands up. He will check the binder in front of him first!]
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jason looks down at the binder. he will see a little puddle of drool, and then, a sign in sheet.
Jason Todd - 8:00 SHIFT
Royce Malborn - 8:00 SHIFT.
he's drooled a bit on royce's name. wow. ]
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the walls in here are white, but it's not particularly unfriendly. there's a long table, a refrigerator at the end of the room - a microwave, a trash can, a few posters on the wall that are hard to read. to the right, you can see two bunk beds pressed up against the wall, with a curtain dangling over top, ready to be pulled around to obscure them in a moment. it smells like freshly brewing coffee, and... something sterile, too, though you can't put your finger on what.
... but it doesn't feel unfamiliar. there's a mirror nearby, too, and a little sink. a cheery sign above the sink informs you that you should wash your hands before you leave! good hygiene is important!
look around? ]
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okay well. he'll look in the mirror. because yes. and then he'll give the room a check over? what's in the fridge and the trash can? ]
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the fridge has... leftovers in it. people's lunches? there's a large thing of oat milk in here. trash can looks like it has paper towels, some half eaten food... so on and so forth.
maybe of more interest: when yuri looks himself over, he'll find that he's not in... well, maybe he is in his usual outfit. he's wearing a pair of pale purple scrubs! over top of that, he has a long, white coat, and a stethoscope looped around his neck.
there's also a badge on his chest. if he leans in a bit to read it, it says:
Dr. Yuri Leclerc.
but that's not surprising, right? ]
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JASON...?
or maybe you died? you're not sure.
but when you come to, you find yourself in a brightly lit room. it's warm in here, warm and white. jason, you're sitting on a chair, looking up into the face of neon lights. they're bright.
a man with a bowtie is smiling at you. he's holding a long, thin microphone in his hand, and he turns his attention away from you. ]
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our first content - Mr. Jason Todd! Jason, you're here and live with us. Tell us about yourself, would you?
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... you know that you're... a contestant on this game show. that you've been wanting to be in it for a while. all around you are neon graphics - pink flowers, the occasional heart - and three curtains, marked 1 - 2 - 3.
you've got a headache suddenly.
but... you know who you are. you're jason todd. red hood. you were a vigilante. you just watched a girl that you have some feelings about (?) die to... a shark attack? you were in a hotel - and ... maybe you were a lifeguard? for a few minutes? it doesn't matter. you're here, now, though. brains a little scrambled, but you're here. you feel sort of woozy. there's an injury under your clothes - are you wearing a suit? - that throbs, painfully, but it doesn't seem like it's actively bleeding.
but that's not all jason feels: he will also feel a pressing sense that he has to play along. if he reveals his reality - if he's not a part of this game... then it's going to end badly. very, very, very badly.
the game show host waits, expectantly. the microphone buzzes.
who are you, jason todd? how old are you? what's your very normal career? ]
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He opens his mouth, hesitates. It isn't like he's not accustomed to having all eyes on him in some way--where? Back home...? Yeah, back home. At the hotel. He's not a stranger to lying either. His eyes shift over the three curtains.]
I was a lifeguard. [Was?] Am. [If he died, does that mean he isn't a lifeguard anymore? Haha.] I guess that means... I like long walks on the beach.
[WHY DID HE MAKE THIS A DATING PROMPT. It's the pain.]
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you know? that's fine, probably.
the host laughs at this joke. so does the audience! hey, did you know there's an audience? a live studio one. they seem very charmed by jason's funny sense of humor. ]
Well, let's see if that's going to help you today. Are you ready to meet your potential future?
[ the host says this, and the crowd cooes excitedly. he then dramatically gestures to the curtains! the room goes dark again, briefly, and spotlights spin wildly to the beat of a drumroll then land on curtain 1! jason can just faintly see a silhouette of a person with spiked hair. ]
Bachelor number one. Tell Jason about yourself.
[ there's an awkward pause.
a male voice says: This is stupid. I. Uh. Hi. I'm... I guess that doesn't matter. I'm a soldier. SOLDIER. I like... big swords.
the audience wolf whistles, and the host laughs. ]
There you have it! Let's hear from... bachelor number two!
[ the spotlights whirl around the room again, dizzying and bright, and this time, they land on the second curtain.
Yuri. admittedly, this really isn't your usual scene. but, after some convincing from your nosy, if lovable, friends, they agreed to get you onto this season's hottest new reality show - the dating game. you're still young, but you're a bachelor, and you've been thinking maybe it's time to settle down. you've got a great career. you're handsome. you're charming. who wouldn't want to date you, right? you've got to rely on your words, and how you answer the questions, to make jason todd fall in love with you. that shouldn't be too hard. there's a cash prize, a date, and maybe... well, it'd be nice to find love.
this is how your life has always been. you can't remember anything besides the fact that you want to be here. you've got a little bit of a headache, but it must just be from the lights.
how are you going to introduce yourself, bachelor #2? the audience, the announcer, and the handsome contestant on the other side of the curtain await. ]
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there's nothing unfamiliar about this situation, besides maybe what must be a little motion sickness?, because for you, it's normal. hua cheng, you've been traveling with your younger sister harrowhark for years now. the two of you help people for a fee. it means a life that's on the road, but that's okay.
it's a life that's full of tragedy. a life that's full of drama.
but it's your life, and you wouldn't trade it for anything, right?
whatever happened before is forgotten. this is your life. you're in these old seats, and the music is playing, and you both know you're on your way to a destination that's not far away, now - an old mansion, where you'll be meeting up with a client that harrowhark found you, this week. based on a rumor, a legend, of things that go bump in the night.
it's a hunting trip. you save people. you hunt things.
that's the family business.
hasn't it always been? ]
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Don't miss the turn this time.
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Maybe if the navigator gave better instruction. [ this is just normal sibling banter when you're both rude. but he will make sure that he doesn't miss the turn.
hopefully the presumably clear road stays clear. ]
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REUNITED AND IT FEELS SO GOOD...?
there's a loud shattering noise behind harrowhark and hua cheng and through a destroyed mirror, covered in blood and broken glass, come jason and yuri, literally crashing into the setting. they're treated to a wild sight.
namely, the invisible thing attacking harrow and hua cheng from before would be some kind of horrifying maybe-once-was-a-woman ghost creature. she has a chain around her neck like a collar, and chains dragging from her wrist. her eyes are vacant voids, blood streaming down her cheeks, and her white dress is covered in blood and torn to shreds.
perhaps of more interest, she is holding both hua cheng and harrow by the necks, claws pinching into their very cool outfits, both of their feet off of the floor. you can't immediately see the damage, but both of them look like they're having the very life drained out of them.
with the shatter, her head snaps to look at yuri and jason, unnaturally, wrong.
then she screams - the noise is horrible, like nails on a chalkboard - and vanishes, dropping harrow and hua cheng to the ground with a thump.
for a moment, the mansion is silent.
hi everyone!
harrow and hua cheng, you're probably feeling pretty brain scrambled right now. what a weird illusion. how's your brother? how's your sister? are you two alive? you're all each other has, after all. also - who are these chucklefucks.
yuri, jason. you know you escaped your tunnel of love, and now you're... here. wow. what the fuck. you guys know that you are not actually part of a dating game, or... whatever this is? maybe you should've taken the hotel exit.
hapi is also here. she is very, very shallowly breathing. ]
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Hua Cheng!
[is he okay? she'll rush over to him, heart pounding, worried.]
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M'okay. [ he leverages himself up, spitting out his mouthful of blood to the side, before reaching out to grab the side of harrow's face. ] I'm okay. Let me see you -
[ his other hand brushes some hair out of her face. other people who? ]
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