(IC RP) X-Men: From Dusk Till Dawn (Ep. 1: Dusky Sets In)

[Dorjidruk]

In a flurry, Dusky opens all his bedroom windows.
Then, he grabs a cigar from a box thereof, and puts it in his mouth, while looking for his lighter.
Eventually, he sits on one of his honorable cushions, facing away from it's table, and slides his hands up his thighs to his pockets, revealing he's wearing short shorts with rainbow trim under his yukata, as he finds his hands' way into his pockets, from whence he retrieves his lighter.
Dusky quickly turns around on his cushion to the table, grabbing his cigar cutter, then cuts the lighting end of his cigar with it over the trash, then lays on his bed with an ashtray, lighting up. His right ankle is rested upon his left leg above his kneecap, both legs raised as he's laying down.
Dusky sways his legs from side to side for a moment while smoking, looking at a brochure to go to university to become a priest.
Dusky eventually gets up, quick with energy still, and relocates himself at his honorable wooden table, along with his needed ashtray, sitting half-lotus on a cushion.
He tries to read the writing on the brochure, ending up squinting at his lack of comprehension.
Ultimately, he refolds the pamphlet, and noisily slams it at a medium hardness onto the table, making his roommate jump while going to use the jukebox.
His roommate realizes there are no vinyls in the jukebox, and furrows his brows at it, "Why do we have this!? If we have no vinyls, why do we have a record player for a big cache of them!?"
Dusky takes his brochure to his roommate, "What are all these... Picture things on the paper?"
"That's writing. It says stuff. How do you not know how to read!? You're a priest! All priests do is reading!"
Dusky blushes: "Well, maybe it's not really required, and you just think we all read."
"Do you make things up to people!?"
"No. I'm trying to figure out what I don't know."
"And, what is it that you don't know? Priests are supposed to know everything!"
"Well... I don't remember. I don't remember anything."
"What's your name?"
"Dusky Turquoise."
"That's your color."
"I don't remember much, but I definitely know my name is Dusky Turquoise."
"No. That's your color. You can't be named your color. Nobody is named their color. Don't ever call people their skin color as their name."
Dusky: "So, you're sayin... I don't know my name? I swear I think my name is Dusky Turqoise."
"That can't be your name. It's your skin color."
"Well, then, I don't know what my name is."
"How are you a priest? What happened to you?"
"I have no idea. I bought these clothes, and people said I'm a priest. Then, I got a dad who is a priest. So, I decided that I am a priest. Because if my Dad is a priest, then so am I."
"That isn't how being a priest works. You don't get it from your parents. Also, he's your father in the sense that he's your priest. You're not the priest, he's the priest."
"Then, why does everyone call me a priest?"
"Because the clothes you bought, that you're wearing, are priest clothes."
"All I did was match my foot things."
His roommate looks down at Dusky's barefoot sandals, "Yes, I suppose... Those do match. I think you can't fake being a priest without going to Hell."
"I'm not faking anything. They sold me these clothes, so I wear them."
"Who sold you them?"
"I dunt know. People."
"There's no way you're telling me the truth. There's no way that you're a random stranger with amnesia that waltzed into my room. You're messing with me."
"No, I'm not. I really remember nothing. I was told this is my room. They let me pick the walls, and furniture. They let me ask for lots of windows."
"Okay. See! You aren't some random person with amnesia! You're supposed to be here!"
"But, I don't remember anything from before this."
"I guess you really have amnesia. You must have been a priest before you lost your memory. In your old life, I guess you were a priest."
"That would explain everything. Because my old life... People are helping me get back to priesting."
His roommate takes the brochure, and looks at it, "You have to redo your education! That's terrible! How old are you to have to restart school!?"
"I dunno. Should I ask someone?"
"Yeah, you should ask one of the adults around here how old you are."
"Well... I'll finish smoking this cigar thing... Then... I'll go look for someone... And, ask... But, what if I get lo-ost?"
"Don't leave the building. Just look around inside this one building, and you won't get lost."
Dusky sits there, smoking for a moment, then looks out the windows.
Dusky then asks, "What should I do while I smoke?"
"Meditate?"
"What's that?"
"Try... Sitting there... Focusing on your cigar... And, the breeze... And, the outside... And, your breathing... And, think. Of whatever you feel like thinking about. That's meditation."
"Okay."

After a moment, his roommate comments, "Man... You were married... Your wife is gonna be so upset that you're missing, and that you're with amnesia..."

Dusky makes up a beautiful girl his age named Amnesia, and a second one that must be his wife, and thinks visually about basking in the beauty of having both. This pleasurable fantasy brings him to smile noticeably. He breathes in audibly, then out, happy.

 

[Dorjidruk]

Dusky looks at his cigar ashes in the ashtray, tilting it toward him, without making a mess. He has finished his cigar.



He gets up onto his feet, frustrated again at the thought of closing all thirty-six bedroom windows he had opened earlier to smoke.
Dusky relaxes by the time he's standing upright, stretches his hands out to his sides, then raises them toward the ceiling, putting them palm to palm, before arching his back, leaning behind him, and happily screams into the stretch.
After, Dusky rests his hands on his back pockets, his elbows jutted back, and stretches his tail: first out like a spear behind him, then he curl-stretches it into a scorpion pose. When finished, he quickly stings the air in front of him with his tail tip, making a playful, "Kuhcheuh!" noise through his smiling lips.
He says, "I'll just leave them open. I'll smoke more later."
Dusky heads out of the room, all a-smiles, looking around, into his bathroom. "This is not the way."
Dusky heads back into his bedroom and then exits through the other door into an entrance room to his master bedroom. He pets a sofa cushion, then sits down, handing himself the TV remote via his tail tip, and presses the power button.
He spends a while channel surfing happily at the many channels.
Eventually, he quickly goes through channels, finding the highest numbers, which is extreme, so his eyebrows furrow in concern. "I'm going to get lost."
Dusky turns off his TV, then heads out of the room, into a hallway, happily looking around again, seeing people through their open doors as he goes. All too young to answer his question.
Eventually, Dusky finds someone older than him, he thinks, and asks, "How old am I?"
"We-ell... We're not certain," Dorji is nervous.
"Okay, well, how old do I look?"
"Ummm... I'm not suuure... Well, I wouldn't call you old, or young."
"So, I'm a middle age?"
"No! You're definitely not middle-aged! I mean... You're... Young for your age group... But, it's not like you're a child. You're definitely not a child. And, you are clearly not middle-aged. Somewhere in there is your age."
Dusky's roommate walks by with attitude: "Are you blind!? Just answer the question! He looks like he's in his twenties!"
Dorji: "Well... For reasons I cannot explain, I could not answer that question. Any better than I did. But, yes, you do look like you're in your twenties. But, that's not necessarily your age."
Dusky: "This wasn't helpful."
Dusky glares at his roommate as he walks away more.
"Okay!" Says Dusky, before turning back around, and heading back to his room.
But, upon return, Dusky gets visibly angry, and stern, ready to scorpion strike, but simultaneously calm, and reserved, holding it back. Because a girl is closing his windows, and has closed many.
She stops, and shivers into her crossed arms, "Br-r-r-r-r! It's cold out there!"
She's surprised by hands taking hold of her shoulders, and gently guiding her out of the room, while Dusky tells her, "I want those open."
She stops, and stands there for a brief moment.
She turns around, facing Dusky, "I shouldn't let you do that! You're making the house cold."
Dusky gestures toward his door, palm up, takes a deep breath, letting it out, before he speaks more, "It isn't your decision to make. They are my windows."
"You're windows!? Daaad! This old man is freezing the house!"
And, so, it begins. The rain that dropped the temperature starts pouring noisily outside, as the two start exchanging shouts to Dorji over whether or not Dusky can have his windows open.
 

[Dorjidruk]

((It's okay to do posts at the same time of occurrence as someone else's post, or that fleshes out the scene more than they initially did. This post lets you know what Dusky Turquoise is doing at this time.))

Dusky is taught by Dorji how to make jumbo hot dogs (by stove top), and fruit salad for dinner while some happy music plays from the other room at a nice volume that is audible, but not over-empowering, allowing Dorji to teach his cooking lessons.
Dusky happily does some starter dancing to the music as he's cooking, but listens to Dorji.


While dinner is finishing, Kendra teaches Dusky how to set the table.


Dorji next teaches Dusky how to serve dinner while the kids gather 'round noisily, and chaotically.


Dusky's family proceed to be eating dinner.


During dinner, there's an unexpected guest at the door, "Knock! Knock!"
But, Dusky focuses on eating, and listening to the other kids while Dorji answers the door.
Nightcrawler, clad in his X-Men suit with a priest collar sits at the table unexpected by most of the kids, causing jaws to drop, and people to go, "Whoa!"
Kurt tells Dusky, "I hear you're planing to run a wedding chapel business. Well, that requires education. And, you'll have to be baptized."
"What does that mean?"
"A baptism is where a priest washes away your sins, and brings you into God's forgiveness."
"I have no memory of any sins."
"Well, even so, you might have committed some prior to your memory problems."
"Why would I have?"
"I don't know. Maybe you were in hard times, and desperate, maybe even there was no other way to survive. Since you don't recall your past, we can't really know if you ever did anything. So, we should do a baptism to be safe."
"Okay."
"Good. Now, I know it's late, but let's pray."
Kurt leads the way in holding hands around the table, "We thank you, God, for the bounty we are about to eat that..." Kurt opens left eye at the table briefly before continuing, "We are lucky to have. Remember everyone to take this moment to be thankful for all of the tax-paid handouts that give us this meal, and for any child support paying, too. And, to be thankful to those who cooked and served the meal, and to those who set the table."
Dusky blushes at being mentioned, and does his best to be thankful.
Dusky tells Kurt: "I feel a barrier in way of feeling thankful."
Kurt: "Would you like to share?"
Dusky: "It's not on my end. It's... Something... Centered in me, repressing my effort to feel thankful."
Kurt continues: "I ask, God, that you remove the barrier within this boy that is preventing his sense of appreciation."
Dusky laughs out loud in the baritone voice of an obese man in his fifties, revealing he can shapeshift, for Dusky is a tenor.
Kurt stares at Dusky.
After a moment, Dusky quietly laughs like another obese man in his fifties with a bass voice, "Hmmhuh!" Then, he's smiling thereafter at Kurt.
Kurt: "Alright, let's eat our dinner."

Later, while the dishes are being gather into the sink by Dorji and Kendra, Kurt tells them in a whisper, "You know he's possessed."
Dorji gulps slightly audibly, then sighs louder, "Well, yes. We're aware. You see, Dusky recently passed. Because his death was announced, as is the way here, there are many criminal spirits in haunting seizing upon him, and trying to pass as his true person to go to... Well, here, instead of him. As you well remember, Nightcrawler, during crossover, everyone suffers possession because of the death announcements."
Kurt: "I see. Do they have it under control?"
Cookie: "We're fairing well. But, sometimes he gets reverse-possessed to them beating themselves to beat him, or worse. Then, they lie that he did it to them. The same old tactics they use every announced death. Also, he often feels... Touched... And, they do overtly possess his voice whenever they wish. One elderly woman shouts extreme sexual harassment out of his mouth at him while calling him names."
Kurt stares awkwardly at the dishes.
Cookie: "Somehow, his reputation as Heaven-bound preceded him quite a bit, and he suffers a horde."
Kurt: "A Catholic baptism will add to the exorcism efforts. It could help speed up the process. Also, what if his reputation is far-reaching, such as to Europe? Or, the Middle East, or Africa? I would highly recommend a baptism, so that he may be attended to by more exorcists."
Kendra: "If it won't get him punished if he loves more than God, or if it won't get him punished if he believes in free love, feel free to baptize him."
Kurt: "Then, it will be done. I needed both your approval prior, since he's still under thirty."
Kurt looks over at Dusky, while Dusky is looking at DVDs to watch.
Dusky sucks in his lips, biting them, because he can't read the DVD titles, but he soon after braves pulling out the jewels to see what the covers look like.
Dusky's right hand is stopped by Cookie from nearly slapping himself across the face from nowhere.