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CHARACTER NAME

Taryon Darrington

CIVILIAN NAME

Gary Jumbo

TEAM

Redemption

HOUSING NUMBER

005

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Comments

@hunter, (nsfw) text

[domitrix]

( hey shopping buddy. )

👅💦👨🏻FELIZ NAVIDADDY 👨🏻👅💦🧑‍🎄⁉️ARE YOU READY TO GET YOUR JINGLE BALLS ROCKED ⁉️ 🎄today we celebrate jesus first CUMMING 😩 and encourage his second 💦 🧑‍🎄prepare to be FILLED 😩 with holiday cheer😉 you’ve heard of ELF ON THE SHELF 🧝🏼‍♂️ but get ready to REARRANGE HER 🤶🏽😵‍💫 UNDER THE MANGER 🐪🍃👅 santa’s got a BIG 😮 SWEET 🍭STICKY 💧🍯 CANDY CANE 🍬to put under your tree not only is santa claus coming to town 🏘️ but he’s also PENETRATING 👉🏼👌🏼the CHIMNEY 🕳️ 💨 and CUMMING ON ME ☃️ so don’t come a KNOCKIN 🤰🏻if the sleighs a ROCKIN 🛷😩 if you’ve got the cookie 🍪👅 santa’s got the MILK 🍼💦 and santa is HUNG 🍆‼️like the ornaments ‼️on your tree 🎄❓SO ASK YOURSELF ❓will you be TOPPING 😜👆🏼your tree this year or BOTTOMING? 😋 👇🏼 send this to 1️⃣0️⃣ of your SLUTTIEST ELVES 🧝🏼‍♀️🧝🏼‍♂️👅 to receive a WHITE 🍼💦 christmas 😩🧑‍🎄 if you don’t get 1️⃣0️⃣ back get ready for santa’s 👅🪨ROCK HARD🪨👅 coal 😵‍💫

[likemybooks]

[Why is Taryon learning so much against his will?]

I thought we were just going shopping.

DELIVERY

[synfluxmods]

[ On Christmas morning, a drone visits your character's dorm room and drops a package by their door. Once they touch the package, a chip will interact with their implant and a message will be projected in their vision:

Dear Taryon Darrington,

LILITH wishes you a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. We're expecting great things for you in the coming here. Make sure you don't disappoint.

Yours Sincerely,
LILITH

Inside that package, they will find a coffee mug with the periodic table of elements on it.]

gift!

[eyescar]

[ A gift is left outside, on the doorstep! It's not much; just a small bag of candy with a note:

Merry Christmas and good luck in the New Year! - Yuji Itadori. ]

@InvalidAnswer, i'm HERE

[eyeforaneye]

You.

[ sent at 9:58 pm ]

[likemybooks]

[Ah. Him.]

Yes?

@realElanCeres, text

[gundemn]

hey you're an engineer right

[likemybooks]

I think you can call me that.

@stardust

[siffriend]

[ If that "hot or not" thing was useful for anything, it was putting names to faces and, more importantly, usernames to names.

... Of course, this could be just a bother, but--

(You do want to see Taryon's "Craft", and to show off yours. He seemed interested.

And you remembered. Staring at a piece of wood. Oh, right! You said you'd show him! Idiot. It's not like you have all the time in the world, here.) ]

craft

[ ...

Welcome, another person, to Siffrin's preferred way of starting conversations. ]

[likemybooks]

[A single word. A familiar username.

Taryon waits several minutes for a follow-up text, but nothing comes.]

What about crafts?

@stardust

[siffriend]

[ In the aftermath of it all, as they hold tight for a decision...

(... There's people you want to check on, at least a little.) ]

[likemybooks]

👍

I'm well. Are you okay over there?

@hot stuff

[emancipating]

Hi, Taryon, it's Zagreus.
Do you remember a conversation we had about shoes and certain... ingredients?
Well, I've secured some, if you've the time.

[ yeah he's being vague on purpose, but listen. the internal investigations may have died down, but he's not taking chances. ]

[likemybooks]

[Oh. Right! Taryon had to give up on constructing his own weapon, but that doesn't mean that others weren't as successful when it came to concealing their loot.]

Excellent work. I'm in training at the moment, but I'll meet you in my room in an hour. Don't mind any strange noises from the neighbors.

[No, he will not elaborate. His amourous teammates are to be ignored lest Zagreus imagine terrible things with every random bump.]

after kidnappings

[gundemn]

[ When the missing persons are being accounted for and Taryon seems to be among them... ]

you didn't happen to sleepwalk last night did you?

1/?

[gundemn]

i'll take that as a no

Hello. (In person visit) (PRE October event obviously)

[lunarchivist]

[((Hope it's ok to use this to just!! Show up in person. Hello.))]

[Since it was a bit short notice, Dan Heng does not bring a gift or payment along. Should he? He's. Well. Now that he's here, he maybe should have-

Stop. Just knock.

Taryon there's knocking on your door. If you open it, you can see a young man just...standing there. Trying not to look awkward but only mostly succeeding. He gives a small bow in greeting. There's no spear with him, at least not obviously. Perhaps it's collapsible....

...probably more of note is that he has dragon horns- antlers??- on the crown of his head, and some scales peppering his face. Not a dragonborn, but something akin to one Taryon might be familiar with.]

Hello. I'm Dan Heng. Do I have the right room?

[likemybooks]

[Taryon shoos his roombas out of his way with a gentle nudge of the foot, although that doesn't stop one from beeping insultingly at the motion. His sleeves are rolled up, being in the middle of collecting every consturction material and organizing it across his workbench and available surfaces around his room.

He brushes his fingers through his hair one last time before opening the door, smiling and this...antlered man. Well, whatever. Plenty of people back home have horns, although their faces don't necessarily resemble a human's.] Hello! Yes, this is the abode of Taryon Darrington. I would offer you something to eat, but there's not much space for us to sit down. Come in.

[He steps away, showcasing the collection of books, anime figurines, and other toys pushed aside to make room for bottles of chemicals, papers covered in notes, and random scrap he collected from bins and bargain stores.]

You...wanted me to work on your spear, right?

25th December

[queenofkur]

[ A wrapped package can be found at 's door after the Christmas Party. Unwrapping it reveals a Giant Uncle Scrooge Plushie. It's very high quality, higher quality than the one they'd found in the park... Not that he'd remember.

There is a message with the gift, written on a Christmas postcard: ]

Dear Taryon,

I hope perhaps this will stir some memories from the life you have forgotten. I remember you enjoying this character and you once shared a story with me about him. Today is the day of miracles, and it is my hope you will regain what you have lost.

Merry Christmas
-- Ereshkigal, Goddess of Death and Queen of Kûr

31st of December

[stonehearts]

( Taryon might not remember Aventurine except for seeing him around, but Aventurine still wants to get into his neighbor's good books just in case he recalls anything in the future. So in a very finely wrapped package there is: a complete set of expensive hair products from shampoo to texturizing mousse to holding spray, expensive cologne, and a gift card to a nice spa outside of LILITH. )

Mister Taryon,
While you may not remember it, we once shared a memorable dance in the desert before I knew you were a neighbor to the good Doctor. It's a shame you can't remember our neighborly adventures, but there's always a chance to make more! May the New Year bring you prosperity,
- Aventurine of Stratagems

01/01

[demandsatisfaction]

[Lilias’s gifts arrive later than is traditional, owing to an ill-timed winter cold—but after her recovery, she chooses to deliver her holiday presents in person. Tucked into a gift bag stuffed with colourful paper are boxes containing a multi-purpose pen and a magnetic wristband, along with a small bottle of pleasant, festive-looking brandy.

A small card is tucked into the bag, bearing a note in a firm, elegant hand:]

Taryon,

I hope your holidays have been as restful and enlightening as you could have wished. In Varisia, tradition dictates that winter gifts should be handmade, but I thought you might enjoy these more than anything I could put together in a timely manner. The other objects I have not tried, but I personally found the drink quite agreeable.

Best wishes,
Lilias

late gift delivery! Can be backdated to like more around New Years or something haha

[lunarchivist]

[There is a small box wrapped in paper made to mimic the starry night sky. Or a galaxy. It’s set in front of your door, whenever you may pass through. Inside is a journal! It’s got a nicely detailed cover and metal clasp.

There’s also a small note written in very careful, meticulous calligraphy.]

Happy winter holidays, Taryon.

I meant to have this delivered earlier, but I seem to have lost track of time. ((read: winter keeps knocking him out and IRL holidays were insanely busy)) Paper is harder to come by in this world but the cover of this is like from the books you lent me. I thought you might like it.

-Dan Heng

delivery; end of april.

[misclassed]

[ About a week after everyone gets home from Egypt, one of the base robots delivers a medium sized toolbox to Taryon's room at roughly five thirty in the morning.

Inside is a set of engraving tools and various knives suitable for work on bone and leather, like the kaiju materials that Taryon acquired on the trip. The edges on all the knives and chisels are razor sharp, and each is stored in its own protective leather sheath. The handles are freshly carved wood, sanded and oiled to be comfortable in the hand without risking splinters. There's also a reasonable sized ball-pein hammer, a bag of around fifty handmade rivets, and a small rivet-setting anvil.

There's no note, but a signature (村正) is visible on the underside of the striking head of the hammer, the bottom of the riveting anvil, as well as the inside of the toolbox's lid. ]

@thepaleelf; text

[sanguivorous]

Taryon, darling.

[likemybooks]

[Oh hey, it's Astarion. Wonder what he needs?



OH THAT'S RIGHT THIS IS HIS BOYFRIEND NOW.

Taryon scrambles to text him back as if Astarion could tell there was a moment of disconnect between before and this "darling."]

yes?

@thepaleelf; text

[sanguivorous]

[He wrote out this simple message hours before, but sat on it debating on sending it for so many agonizing reasons and emotional doomspiraling.

Finally, rather late at night of the day the terrible debacle with Johnny happened, he finally hits send on the hardest thing he has ever had to say:]

I'm sorry.

[likemybooks]

[Taryon has tried to sleep and wake up with renewed energy and a sudden burst of wisdom, but his thoughts refused to let him rest for more than two hours, and Taryon is groggy with a lack of sleep in the morning. Did he hear a ping from Astarion during one of his late-night fits, or was it another dream? Did he only imagine that either of them initiated the conversation, relieving him of confronting them.

He opens up his messages and scrolls through bad news following bad news of disappearances, and there it is: Astarion did reach out to him in the night, and Tary really ignored it and hoped that he could stay in bed and never see him again. What is he supposed to say when he feels guilty and angry? Shouldn't Astarion apologize to Johnny?

Gods, Tary has to tell Johnny that he messed up. This is going to be a terrible day.

He pulls up the chat and stares at the blank field for what may be five minutes. Or twenty minutes? Who knows, time is strange when operating on little sleep. And his head hurts--shit, he really did cry a bit.

After an unknown time of deliberation, he writes back.] Why did you say all that?

In person...!

[sanguivorous]

[It's chaos after Ereshkigal is defeated, and it feels like years until they return to their current to their base of operations where their beds await--well, bed now, as Taryon had invited him to stay with him, and of course Astarion agreed.

They part briefly for him to go grab what few belongings he had but, more importantly, freshen up. His body aches, he is so tired, he has bandages here pr there to cover up the deeper cuts and wounds Taryon's potions hadn't taken full care of, but they weren't necessarily bleeding.

He was...rather low, in that regard. It could become a problem if he didn't take care of it soon, but he should be fine this night. He didn't want to think about hunting for blood, he just wants to be with the human. Together, alone, in peace.

Reaching Taryon's door, he gives it a knock and cracks it open, calling in:]

Taryon...?

[likemybooks]

[Taryon gulps down the next glass of water with the vitamin supplement. After fighting through several gates and a monster while suffering Sumerian Fever, the medics demanded that he recover whatever fluids he lost and to rest. With thr majority of his wounds dressed, Taryon has been focused on rest and good.

A knock on the door, and Tary opens it expecting a nurse. His neutral, polite expression shoots into surprise and delight.] Astarion! Did you come to visit me?

One morning...

[sanguivorous]

[On a morning where Astarion and Taryon hadn't spent the night together, Taryon will wake up to one of the figures of him and Doty, all built--clearly built by someone who has never done anything like it before, but pretty well-constructed considering who had done it. It comes with a note:]

I could not track down one of the ones that talk, but I hope you like this gift nonetheless.
Yours,
Astarion

[When Taryon eventually makes his way to where all his hair care items are, he'll find a box of the figures, unopened. Another note is with it:]

I suspect you would be disappointed I already put the toy together for you, so here is one for you to tinker with.
Yours dearly,
Astarion

A date, forward dated

[sanguivorous]

[After such a harrowing kaiju fight, Astarion wanted to have a date night outside of their usual low-key times together in the base. After a little research, he found a number of bars that seemed to suit the two of them, but one of them had arcade games in them, even non-digital ones like skee-ball.

Once there, he realizes just how particularly gaudy a place it was. Lit in dim reds and purples, upholstered in animal prints, with fake gilding on every edge possible. Astarion loathes it, yet it also amuses him with its boldness. He's almost shocked it's not an arcade brothel rather than an arcade bar.

It's a large space, with an upstairs balcony full of seating, the ground floor with the busy bar, some seating, and a glorious space filled with the arcade. He looks at Taryon, honestly unsure if Taryon would be horrified or delighted by this place.]

So...? What do you think?

[likemybooks]

It's... [Every sense of taste that was taught to him from a young age recoils at the haphazard arrangement of patterns and colors. The interior designer must have had all of the funding and supplies available, then decided to use everything they got. The arcade is the best part, but any arcade makes drinking and carousing more enjoyable.]

I hope their drinks are good. [He scans one of the bar codes to open a webpage with a menu. The names of the cocktails give him even more pause.] How are any of these supposed to sound appetizing? Is it some sort of bile fascination that's supposed to draw us to them?

@kon, text.

[shadowban]

[ megumi sends a message with screenshots of this conversation attached; ]

i believe in standing up for my friends and staying true to my word. as a matter of principle, i intend to settle matters with this person in front of Revelation Room 2. if we're neighbors, i apologise for the disturbance; i'll do my best to keep things short. for non-revelation residents, i'm sending this as a heads-up in case this causes trouble for all of us.

if you're not this person, i would appreciate knowing the truth and i apologise for the disturbance. if you are this person, you're a pathetic, weak-spined coward shamelessly picking on kids who just want a safe place to live in. have a good day.

[likemybooks]

[He may not be in Room 2, but he's right next door. Apart from the noise, there's the issue of a potential fight and damage. Taryon has a lot of expensive figurines on his dresser! What if they fall and break?!]

I live right next to that room.

Can't you settle it someplace less dangerous? We're all pretty strong fighters here.

Xmas Eve

[sanguivorous]

[It was distressingly nice to be back at LILITH headquarters, their rooms quiet and familiar, no expectations to be fulfilled outside of entertaining each other.

Astarion had taken Taryon out for dinner, though only one of them had ate, and idled their time back in the cold dark, chatting, laughing, snarking once in awhile.

Once they return to the base, Astarion goes right to Taryon's dorm, which might as well be his now, too, with all his belongings that had been gathering there over the months. He removes his scarf, reaching to turn on the lights but frowns, hesitating.]

Should we light candles instead? A night like this feels like it should be more...intimate, don't you think?

Re: Xmas Eve

[likemybooks]

[After all these months, Taryon still feels rather bad for eating his fill while Astarion sustains himself with wine. It's gotten better over time, but is rather sad he can't treat his boyfriend out to expensive dishes like any decent gentleman can. Thankfully, the conversation is well worth all of that, and the vampire's actual meal comes after the restaurant.

Taryon removes his coat and rolls up his sleeves — a favorite part to offer to Astarion to feed on is his wrist, and of course this has to happen in a private area like his room. No matter what their evening plans are, it would have always ended up here.]

I won't say no to candles. I bought some new ones at the shop last week that we can use tonight.

[Whatever form of intimacy their evening will take, it has to be moody.]

delivery ( the 25th )

[photosympathies]

( Christmas is all about a jolly man in a red coat, right? So catch this one prancing past on his way to deliver gifts. Each person Vash knows and cares about gets a gift bag delivered to their door sometime Christmas day. Included in it is a three pack of festive donuts, because obviously, and as much candy as he can fit inside.

Taryon gets a fancy notebook in emerald green, as well as a hand carved pen holder with flowers patterned along it. )

Taryon,

For when you become a big shot author! Merry Christmas.

From, Vash