010 » something wicked this way comes

[villagemod]

WHO: Everyone.
WHERE: ???
WHEN: Day 010
WHAT: Spooks happen. Some sanity loss may occur. (More on that next week!)
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. PM this account to have a warning added!
NOTES: Thank you so much for your patience with this! My Friday was much busier
than expected, so I'm very sorry for the lateness on getting these out to you all.

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DAY 010
“We make up horrors to help
us cope with the real ones.”
—Stephen King
The day dawns but few wake to see it. Only one, who has been exempt from the strange happenings about to unfold. She will face a day like any other, a farce of normality in an utterly abnormal universe — but she will face it alone. For none who will experience these strange happenings are to be found in the town until the next morning dawns. Each has been taken, whisked away to another layer of the town, peeled back and exposed like a raw nerve.

Mathias screams and there are none who can hear it.


THE DETAILS
Each exploration, encounter, and revelation happen separately from one another. Though some may include the same locations, none will overlap in time or space. The circumstances laid out in each prompt are exclusive to that situation — do not assume the answers someone else received will also apply to you.

Players may ask questions as they normally do for logs, but these should be kept as part of the designated thread. You may create a subthread under your header for questions, or intersperse them with your "tags". Your responses may be formatted as IC tags or as a more OOC "telling" what your character does rather than showing.

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DAY 011
All characters involved in this event will wake on the morning of Day 011 in the exact location where they began to sleep on Day 009, but they will find themselves covered in a layer of dust just as thick as that which had covered much of Mathias. The dust does not extend to their surroundings.

The memories of what they encountered or saw remain clear in their minds, no matter how impossible they might seem. Sights, sounds, smells, all may be recalled with crystalline clarity, even if they wish it were otherwise.

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[reydacted]

[ cresh. cherek. dorn. she marks her path with precision even if the letters are drawn with progressive nastiness in the dirt, telling herself it's for her to keep track and not a map to be followed. the force eludes her, so she can't be sure if kylo is stalking her through the forest. but she suspects he is. she jogs at a clipped pace in bursts, balancing the need to maintain her stamina with the need to maintain distance. physical and otherwise.

another fork ahead. she jogs to it, her mouth falling open as she comes upon it.

aurek.

with a frustrated grunt she breaks her stick and tosses it into the forest. ]

[villagemod]

It's a shot in the dark that paid off. Sort of. As Q tries to forcefully negotiate with the shelf, one wrong pull will send it toppling forward with a crack of breaking wood, possibly onto Quentin himself.

[villagemod]

The bottom of the lighthouse is empty save for the stairs that spiral upward in a way that makes one dizzy if they look for too long. The metal and stone and tile are well-cared for and clean, only a few small spots of unavoidable rust in various places along the stairs. The light from the beacon does a fairly decent job of illuminating the upper half of the staircase but John might want that lighter for the lower half.

[warfares]

So good to see that you remain the same duplicitous liar. ( he might be a little annoyed.

it's his own kriffing fault, of course. he'd allowed himself to be lulled into complacency despite every instinct he possessed railing against it. she'd lied before. beautifully, too. and fool that he was, he'd believed her.

had gone willing. )

[reydacted]

[ caught too soon. she rolls her eyes, in no mood for his sanctimony. strong words from someone who uses a false name and hid behind a mask. ]

I thought I was supposed to be the naive one. Why would I cooperate with you? You're my enemy.

[ isn't he?

either way, she decides to reject him and the path. too many twists. she sets off straight in one direction. she'll have to hit an edge eventually. ]

[warfares]

We're not at war, here.

( his jaw is aching from how tight he'd clenched it. teeth grinding along teeth.

he says it like he can make this true by sheer force of will. but, she darts away from him, running blindly into the forest, and with a growl that's more predator than man, he gives chase. )

[tinstar]

"If everyone's subconscious was screamin' at 'em, I'm sure you'd have a lotta people findin' the same." Himself included. Of course, he wasn't going to say that out loud.

"Do I get to know who 'he' is or do I gotta start guessin?"

[abrightboy]

His expression lit slightly. "Oh, would you like to guess?" he asked. A game might take his mind off of other things. "Though who he is is probably both easy to guess and far less interesting than who he is."

[reydacted]

[ she runs, trying to keep as straight of a path as she can, boots splashing through the water and doing her best to not slip on leaves of trip over woody debris.

it doesn't matter that what he says is true. because she needs it to be. on the other side of a line drawn in the sand is the only place she knows how to keep kylo. to admit differently was to admit that he still had the power to hurt her. but this bait is tempting. what is she to him here, without the galaxy dictating what they should be?

she decides there is one other acceptable solution that they could be. it's breathless, partly as she pants with her full effort to gain ground and partly because it almost has her laughing with the karmic absurdity of it. ]

No-- we're nothing here.

[tinstar]

"Not particularly, though you bitched about him makin' you what you are, so that narrows down the list. Family member, mentor or friend?"

This was going to be a very short game of 20 questions but he was willing to play as they made their way back down. Wouldn't take them much longer than that to get there - Did they spend more time walking up?

[abrightboy]

"Yes," he said cheekily. He grinned. "Technically, you're supposed to ask yes or no questions," he explained, "but I'm going to answer anyway, because I'm nothing if not flexible." A beat. "Literally and figuratively, actually." Another beat. "You probably didn't want to know that about me," he acknowledged. "A family member. But also a mentor at one time."

[waywardsister]

[ Just in case, Claire will look through the doors *behind* her, to see if anything changed about Corridor number 2. If it looks the same as before, she'll give the doors and rooms in corrdor number 3 another quick check - specifically the fifth room in which she previously found the skeleton key. Then she'll move on to the doors at the end of the hall, stell herself for another repeat of the corridor with dread in her stomach, and go through. ]

[villagemod]

Corridor 2 looks the same as before when she looks back, and there is nothing new to be found in the rooms in corridor 3. But this set of black doors is different — they are locked.

[waywardsister]

[ Not to toot her own horn, but Claire feels reasonably confident she can figure this puzze out. Locked door? Check. Key? Check. Pushing down the worry of being forever lost in an endless repetition of corridors, Claire pushes the skeleton key into the lock and tries to turn it, to see if it unlocks the double doors. ]

[villagemod]

Success! The doors open with low creaking groans, revealing a set of wooden stairs leading up to another level. There's something strange about the way this new area looks though — it doesn't match what she's already seen. Where everything before has been polished and kept perfectly clean and tidy, this area is dusty, old, and is clearly not meant to be seen by the same type of people who would stay in such elegant bedrooms.

[waywardsister]

[ Well shit - no endless corridor maze, or at least not one without its charming changes in scenery. Claire's fingers tighten around the hand mirror as she slowly takes the skeleton key out of the lock again and begings moving up the stairs. She knows by now she's unlikely to find something to fight in this place, but sue her - weapons make her feel more prepared, more in control.

She creeps up the stairs, and tries to be quiet about it - no telling, after all, what's to be found in this changed environment. ]

[tinstar]

Raylan glanced sidelong over his shoulder at Malcolm, eyebrows lifted faintly before he returned them to the steps so he didn't miss one and take them both down in a tumble.

"Sibling or parent? My money's on parent, but I was an only child." He knew there was bias there because of it.

What rules?

[abrightboy]

"I would have guessed that about you. You're very independent, very... contained." He felt a wave of vertigo and grabbed Raylan's upper arm for a moment with his free hand, then, after a moment, let go. "Parent," he answered, slightly shaken. "It was a parent."

[villagemod]

As she reaches the halfway point up the stairs, the black doors swing shut behind her. Should she try to open them, she will find them locked, and the key will not work from this side.

[tinstar]

While he wondered what Malcolm meant specifically by 'contained', the lurch had him turning a little, his closest hand coming out from his side to 'catch' Malcolm if he fell, and giving him a sturdier surface to lean on by accident.

"Only a few more levels. Thirty or so steps, maybe forty. So your daddy then. What'd he mentor you in?" Talking seemed to help Malcolm and until they were on flat ground again, Raylan would tolerate the chatty conversation. People tended to want to talk about themselves anyway, something that helped him more often than not in his job.

[waywardsister]

[ Ever one to stick to a plan - silence, in this case - Claire immediately finds herself kicking the closed door behind her with a grunt of utter frustration. She winces at the sound, then makes her way upstairs. Careful - and quite paranoid. ]

[volunteertomatoes]

It's not pretty. He hits the floor with a loud yelp, the bookshelf following soon after. It misses him by a hair---he manages to roll out of the way, even if it falls on a small piece of his hoodie, pinning him for a split second before he tugs.

Heart racing, hair a mess, Quentin sits up, half-flailing and eyes wide, adrenaline spiking. This isn't a normal dream, he thinks, or his heart wouldn't be beating out of his chest.

For someone who's got a 3.9 GPA, that wasn't very smart. He clears his throat despite no one looking, picks himself up, and looks at both the mess and what it's revealed on the wall.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm huffed a humourless laugh.

"Ostensibly? Medicine. He was a heart surgeon. But probably actually murder, if we're being honest."

He let his free hand trail along the wall, just to feel it's solidity. He didn't think Raylan would appreciate Malcolm using him for solidity any more than he already was.

[tinstar]

If a lean needed to happen, it needed to happen - Raylan wasn't above carrying him off his hip if he had to. As it was, he slowed them down.

"Murder?" His head pulled back a fraction with the question and the curl of his features towards Malcolm again, however briefly. "Hellva thing to be mentored in." The set of his brow didn't change as he looked back at the steps. "How well did you take it up?"

Was.. Malcolm on meds because he was psychotic? His suit said New York, private tailor, Raylan knew a good suit when he saw one and could list several different types so that ruled out mental institutions. They wouldn't give a tie to an inmate, no matter how much money they had.

[abrightboy]

"I took to it very well," Malcolm said freely. "Just... not in the way that he wanted. I joined the FBI. Hunted killers. I'm good at it."