The Pathologic Round-Robin Story Collab!

[maximumhusky]

OKAY. This is a Round-Robin type of collaborative fiction! Continue writing where one person left off, but feel free to continue in your own manner. Make long entries, short entries, serious entries, comedic entries, etc., Collaborate with others to create a grand, cohesive story, or hijack it to make your own masterpiece! WARNING: All posts are canon.

Preferably make posts anonymously out of tradition, but I guess there's no harm in being logged in if you have an account?

LINKS:

Pathologic Prompt Meme: https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/825.html
Pathologic Round-Robin: https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/654.html
Pathologic Kink Meme (nsfw): https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/1201.html
Contact me here if you have any questions!: https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/1347.html

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Daniil Dankovsky, high king of the goths in the Capital, sat on a bench. He noticed an egg on the ground, and picked it up.

[(Anonymous)]

There is a stillness in the Theatre when Yulia finds her way there, to sit down, surveying the stage from the side parquet. It seems strangely empty now, without the corpses and the hospital beds and the smell of blood permeating the air. It's strange, she keeps expecting a reprise of the ending song, but the play seems to have ended, despite Yulia's intuition.

From behind her, she hears the click-clack of heeled shoes and a cane tapping along the floor, and she turns around to see Mark Immortell join her at the stage.

"Are you auditioning for the next play?" he asks, a mysterious smile curving along his lips.

[(Anonymous)]

Once a year, Khan brings libations to the edge of town, where the endless chasm extends over the Gorkhon, to where the Polyhedron once stood. He can't support it now, not while he's politically bethrothed to Capella, of course, but nobody can stop what he does in his private moments. He still dreams of it, of its endless corridors, of the happy memories he'd perceived there. He still dreams of running through it's corridors, chasing his friends and finding a place of joy that was untenable in the real world.

Everybody wakes up from their dreams eventually.

This year, however, his libations process is different, because already at the edge of the Gorkhon, legs dangling down over the bridge, large doctor's bag behind him, is Bachelor Dankovsky, looking older and more tired since the last time Khan had seen him, almost five years ago, in the height of the Plague.

"Didn't you would come back." Khan says, shoving his hands into his pockets.

[(Anonymous)]

Artemy loves his children. But sometimes they can be absolutely patently ridiculous. He blames Notkin for encouraging this behaviour.

"Get down from the ceiling so I can get you all washed up." Artemy says, to Murky, quite firmly.

"No!" shouts Murky, clinging to the back of her large vulture, the half-soul she had chosen. "I'm going to fly."

[maximumhusky( as admin)]

Currently we are experiencing a large influx of troll posts from the incest shippers, so I have disabled anonymous posts from being immediately visible without being verified first. Posters with dreamwidth accounts can still post immediately however. I ask for your patience during this time as the kink meme is experiencing attacks.

We are accepting moderator applications if you'd like to help the kink meme return to normal operation sooner, but otherwise rest assured that things are being handled. Just wanted to provide an explanation for why your anonymous posts don't display right away. Thank you for your patience.