Who: Tom Zane and anyone he's talked to for more than 30 seconds
What: Tom puts his holiday boar present to use. It's drugs.
When: Anywhere from december to early january
Where: Various places around the Milton area
Warnings: Heavy use of drugs, possible coercion/manipulation to use said drugs, will update accordingly


Tom asks for more than he needs not out of gluttony, but because he feels there's a necessity for it. The world is bleak and cruel, and people here don't know anything about themselves. If Zane can help with that, why not?

There's simply no point in hoarding this sort of stuff. They're all in this together, and that means Tom is going to pitch in the best way he knows how: a little party. Different from the beautiful ones they've been having, more one-on-one, far more intimate. He does his best work like that.

There's also the fact that he just enjoys having fun on psychedelics, too. That's a very big factor. It's not all cryptic poetry and mysterious motivations on his end.

i. Alan, Mr. Scratch, and Dr. Darling

He seeks those from home first. Each one of them gets a visit in their respective homes. Alan he wakes up by simply going to his room in the morning and standing directly over the foot of his bed, patiently waiting until he opens an eyes. Scratch at least gets a knock on his door before he barges in. Darling gets the softest touch out of all of them, Zane waiting until they're both settled in the evening before wordlessly grabbing research notes book out of the scientist's hands. The words are the same to all three:

"I've decided we're going to have fun."

ii. close CR

Next, he seeks those he has a connection with. He's been solidly binging by the time this happens, and he hasn't slept much for about two days. It doesn't bother him in the least. If anything, it fuels him--this is what he's used to. This feels familiar. It's nice to stop drowning and start floating, if only for a while. Who is he not to share this gift?

He brews tea out of the psychedelics, an old thermos tucked underneath his bundled up arms with each visit he makes. He's spent the better half of three or so months observing, so it's not hard to memorize the usual haunts of people he considers friends. Some he even visits in their cabins.

"I have something for you."

iii. OTA - partaking

He's been rolling for an awful long time now, but he still has a mission as well of a few doses left: he'll sidle up to anyone he deems in need of it--the sullen and the moody are definitely high on his list, but he moves to the sunnier ones, too.

The problem with this big pile of snow they're on is that everyone's broken. If this fixes it, all the better. In the community hall, outside, or any area roughly around Milton Zane can be found with a thermos, eyeing people. Staring. Deciding. With a hum, he'll get up and move towards them, delight in his eyes and a soft, mischievous smirk playing on his lips.


"Hey, man. How's it going?"

iv. OTA - observing

Tom Zane is everywhere. He is on a higher level of consciousness, fully in and attuned to his emotions. He is in a state of blissful being, feeling one with the aurora and the land and all that entails. He is art. He is inspiration. He is being. He hasn't felt like pure creation since the Dark Place.

He's calm and anchored, but it's not hard to tell he's going on a bender. Even without looking at his eyes, it's fairly obvious he hasn't had much sleep in the past week or so. He's content, and can be found doing all manner of things: he stands directly on a table in the community hall to frame something he cannot physically film. He wanders out into the wilderness nearly shirtless for the umpteenth time and doesn't seem to notice the cold. He dances. He has entire conversations with inanimate objects. He brings his camera with him absolutely everywhere during the entirety of this, making art despite having no film or power. Occasionally, he'll scribble poems in a fit of inspiration. It's also not uncommon to see him read the same page of a book over and over either, absolutely transfixed. Despite the gloom and the darkness, Tom Zane is having a grand old time.

v. wildcard

[ if you'd like a personalized starter or want to plot a little further as Zane delves into other people's psyches via hallucinogenics, don't hesitate to let me know! hit me up at whitespire or tortillasunrise on discord.]