Log; ongoing

[modern-truths.livejournal.com]

When; September 14th, night.
Rating; PG13, though will most likely grow to R.
Characters; Ichabod modern_truths, Raoul offthepigs, and Spider hedbonesoftruth.
Summary; A typical night for Ichabod quickly escalates into a surreal, drugged-up misadventure when he is paid a HOME INVASION visit by two gonzo journalists.
Log;

Sitting at his desk with his ledger open, Ichabod’s brow furrowed in mild irritation as his pen sent a huge blot of ink across the yellowed paper, completely obliterating the anatomical figure he had been diligently sketching for close to an hour. He sighed, tearing the page out before crumpling and throwing it half-heartedly at a wastepaper bin. It missed.

Damn. I’ll figure this out...

Not even bothering to properly dispose of the failed drawing, Ichabod turned to a fresh page and began anew.

He had all night to get it right.

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[hedbonesoftruth.livejournal.com]

"You have no idea how fucking persistent I can be. I will have a shaman read the Truth from the entrails of a fallen source for the right story. ... This is not that story. This is a story, though."

He turned the dial on the disruptor to 'Intestinal Drain-O' and got down to business.

"This shall be a day of Truth, officer! I'll begin: First, I lied to you. The narcotics here aren't controlled in my time and my City because we have better narcotics to worry about and keep against the law. I miss them, officer. I need them in this place. While we're being honest with each other, you should also know that I have been erect for the last hour and it's only getting worse. There is a throbbing in my pants, officer, and it needs Truth! Truth about this city. And if you're a man of the law who's as good and dedicated as you seem, then you pay attention. I need to reap the benefits of that careful observation. ... ARE YOU LISTENING?!"

Spider pressed the disruptor tight against Ichabod's gut and held the brownie an inch from the man's mouth.

"Open up. If you don't I will shoot you and you will be shitting yourself for hours. I might shoot you anyway, because it makes me laugh."

[modern-truths.livejournal.com]

Ichabod's lower lip trembled. As it were, the odds were severely against him tonight; he had no idea what that gun would do to him, and judging by Spider's colorful choice of vocabulary, it wouldn't be pleasant.

It was just a small chocolate cake. He liked chocolate. And if he ate it, answered a few questions and the like, they'd go. Simple, right?

If I'm poisoned and die, then at least I'll be able to leave this wretched City behind me.

A little positive thinking always helped, though as Ichabod reluctantly took a bite out of the brownie, pessimism and worst case scenarios were the only thing on his mind.

[offthepigs.livejournal.com]

Duke smiled, things were beginning to brighten up. He had already devoured an entire brownie himself, and it's secret ingredients were already taking hold.

That'a boy, he thought, watching Ichabod take a bite. Pleased with Spider's talent of persuasion, he grinned widely, "Now, about that drink, I'll take whatever you've got."

[hedbonesoftruth.livejournal.com]

A man bent on Truth and chocolate at the time, Spider had already put his first brownie away before interrogations began. That could explain why he was so convinced he was in the middle of a very important interview, among other misconceptions and delusions.

"How long have you been here? Do you remember the lizards? The way they fucking tasted? ..."
That wasn't right. This wasn't his City.
"Where do the people come from? Have you seen any escape?"

Duke's words finally reached him through his hallucinations as well.
"Answer for the man as well! Do you have liquor?"

[modern-truths.livejournal.com]

"N-no...I don't drink..."

His brow furrowed as he swallowed his last bite of the brownie, trying to keep focussed. Ichabod did not know if it was just stress, but he was beginning to feel unusually light-headed. He blinked twice, shaking his head slowly.

Concentrate, Crane. Concentrate...

"People come from a multitude of parallel worlds and alternate realities," He finally replied at length. "Sometimes they are able to leave the City of their own accord, though I'm not sure how. Others leave unwillingly and unexpectedly, but they usually seem to..."

...That carpet. It's very, very pretty...

"...Return fairly quickly," He finished, his voice wavering as he looked down at the carpet, his expression slightly dazed.

[offthepigs.livejournal.com]

"Figures," Duke's concentration had been scattered long before Crane's, but now, true horror was taking place.

He was feeling dizzy, looking down to find a suitable piece of carpet to sit on, he shrieked. Carpet? Looked like worms to him; millions of them.

"How do you live in such a disgusting habitat!" he shouted to Crane, almost at the top of his lungs.