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Thomas Zane ([personal profile] sukeltaja) wrote in [community profile] singillatim2025-01-06 01:02 pm

scene ii | ota | el topo

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. DarlingHe 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 - partakingHe'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 [plurk.com profile] whitespire or tortillasunrise on discord.]
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[personal profile] lightschampion 2025-01-14 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
No shit he's miserable. He's been miserable for thirteen years now, and maybe even a little more than that. Alan's absolutely exhausted even though he can get "proper" sleep now, because the worries never cease. Especially when one of the biggest ones lives right across the street.

For what little it's worth, at least he hasn't cracked yet. He hopes that won't happen; he doubts he can just "reset" here.

"I-- I appreciate the concern, but I..." he trails off, looking at their hands. "What, did you find a bottle of suspicious looking alcohol or something?"
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[personal profile] lightschampion 2025-01-15 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
It takes several moments for Alan's brain to even begin to comprehend a possible response to that.

"Well, you've clearly got a headstart on them," he finally says.
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[personal profile] lightschampion 2025-01-24 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
He stares at the thermos, which may as well have giant warning hazard stickers plastered all over it. Alan's not exactly a stranger to drugs, but usually stuck to the cocaine side of things; mushrooms were an unknown to him.

"This is it? And what's it even going to do to me?"

God, why is he even considering this.
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[personal profile] lightschampion 2025-01-24 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, that answers so much, but what can he expect?

"Drugs and partying is part of why I ended up in this mess to begin with," he mutters, staring down at the thermos as he takes it in his grasp. Alan, of course, doesn't remember said partying in 665. Whether it's because of the drugs and booze or the nature of the Dark Place or a little bit of both, he isn't sure.

This is such a bad idea.

"How long's this last?"
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[personal profile] lightschampion 2025-03-18 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Before opening the thermos, he glances back up at him, his gaze narrowing.

"Is this something you know or did you pick some mushrooms in a cave down the road?"

Big difference between something Zane was obviously well versed in and...whatever the hell was laying around this place.
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[personal profile] lightschampion 2025-03-19 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
As if the magical boar explanation makes it any better. Alan is about to protest again, when--

For fuck's sake. The writer scowls at Zane. On one hand, he's aware that he's getting played like a damn fiddle. On the other hand, he can't let that slide from him.

(Between Zane and Scratch, Alan knows that he's not so much following a trail of breadcrumbs but being yanked along. For better or worse. Mostly worse.)

"How much do I drink?"
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[personal profile] lightschampion 2025-03-21 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
This is a bad idea. This a terrible idea. Alan's no stranger to drugs, of course (not even a stranger to doing drugs with Zane at that), but this is one he's unfamiliar with. Weren't you supposed to have a sitter or something...?

Fuck it.

He opens the thermos, taking a big gulp, and nearly gags. It tastes more like dirt water than any kind of tea. Alan doesn't think he can stomach the whole thermos, and puts it down halfway.
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[personal profile] lightschampion 2025-04-13 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Alan grimaces, wanting more so to just toss the thing across the room than finish it. But he's already started down this road, so--

Though he's barely able to finish the thermos' contents, he does, shoving the vessel back at Zane as soon as he's done. It's clear by the look on his face that he did not enjoy the taste.

"That was fucking disgusting."