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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number five »

[villagemod]

Number Five awakes to biting cold as snow falls around him in fat white tufts, piling up thickly upon the limbs of trees surrounding him. The white blanket upon the ground is unmarred by any footprints or other disturbances that might indicate how he came to be out in the forest, and the soft grey sunlight does little to illuminate this particular mystery.

In front of him is a path, determined only by the deliberate clearing of trees to the left and right, snaking through the forest in either direction. What does he do?

[fika]

( number five finds himself, once again, entirely alone.

the first inhale he takes rattles his lungs, the air around him sharp enough to sting before his breath clouds in front of him and he blinks bleary-eyed at the snow-cushioned branches above him. face a clear mask of confusion, he spins in place - searching, of course, for any sign, any indication without a single memory of coming into the forest, or it having been snowing in the first place.

for a harsh moment, the snowfall looks like ash to a mind trying to scramble for purchase - where, when, how. but it is the cold that brings him back and focuses him on the task at hand instead. survive, he thinks and his jaw creaks.

a path, ahead and behind. either a game, or a dream, or something else entirely. hands curled into white-knuckled fists, five takes another breath, rolls his neck, and takes off in a run forward, impatience and irritation a comfortable distraction in place of the rising panic.

run, boy, run. )

[villagemod]

The path continues on through the woods in a winding mess, the trees so thick that one cannot see the way they've come or the way ahead for more than a few yards. The man trapped in a boy's shell can run and run and run, but there seems to be no end in sight. Nothing can be heard in the crisp stillness of the forest save for the soft pat pat pat of snowfall.

On and on, he goes. Where it stops... nobody knows.

kylo ren, rey »

[villagemod]

These two halves wake beneath the autumn trees, the sun obscured by grey clouds that disburse a fine mist of cold rain that coats everything in a shining sheen of wet. Their clothes are coated with it, droplets clinging to their skin as the mist coalesces, and tiny pools form in the packed down leaves in shades of red, orange, and brown.

They are each on either side of a path, the ground worn down and the dirt packed in as if it has been well-traveled over time. The trees form around it, or perhaps it was formed around them, though each seem so intrinsically part of the other that it's impossible to truly say which it was.

There is no sign of the fog that has kept them from much of the forest, nor any indication of others being nearby. They are alone... together.

[reydacted]

[ she's disoriented when she wakes, curling in on her side to try and preserve her own body heat, but the rain has already stolen too much of it from her. she sits up, shivering, to find the sleeping giant has followed her yet again.

cautiously, she crawls over, leaning to check and see if his chest still moves rhythmically with his breath. confirmation that he's alive is all she needs to be satisfied for now until she turns her attention to the trees.

she wraps her arms around a trunk to attempt to deftly haul herself up the the top. her hands threaten to slip across the wet bark, but she's taken greater spills. it's more important to orient themselves... if she can. ]

[warfares]

( this is becoming an alarming habit.

kylo doesn't come away gently, in stages, but with a violent jerk and a gasp that suggests whatever he'd been dreaming of hadn't been pleasant. his eyes sweep across his surroundings, not quite seeing, not yet, before dropping to study himself, as if expecting to find ...something.

but he's whole. unblemished but for the fine sheen of water coating him. his brow furrows — how long had he been outside? how could he have not noticed? but then his attention shifts, finds rey pulling herself upright and his expression shutters. )

Why is it that whenever there's trouble I find you at the center of it?

quentin coldwater »

[villagemod]

Quentin wakes in a place that might have been a second home if it were in any other town. The library, a location he is familiar with by now, except... it's clean. There isn't a speck of dust or shard of broken glass or stray crunchy leaf in sight. The lamps on the table are all lit, as are the lanterns along the shelves, and from where he sits slumped over at a reading table, it seems as if another patron might walk in at any moment to look for their next book to read. But there is only silence echoing through the large room. And then—

Thud. The sound of a book hitting the floor further into the room, the noise jarring in the heavy quiet.

[volunteertomatoes]

He's no stranger to libraries, and while he isn't nearly as smart as Alice Quinn he still finds a huge level of comfort in them--except not when he has only a tangeantial idea of how he gots here, waking up like he's both flash-napped during studying finals and is incredibly hungover.

His head feels fine, though. Luckily. He takes in his surroundings: big, old, spooky, but recognizable. The library he'd spent his first day in, combing through books, finding a copy of Fillory and Further. It's clean now, though, and his gaze shoots to anywhere there could potentially be a clock until he hears a large thud.

"Hello?"

Probably a stupid thing to say, though Quentin's already (cautiously) moving towards the sound. There was a burned down portion of the library, wasn't there? If that book doesn't lead him to it, it's definitely on his list to check out next.

[villagemod]

There is a wooden clock mounted to the front wall that, unlike usual in Mathias, appears to be working normally. It reads the time as 5:11, and the low arc of faded sunlight streaming through the windows hints that evening is approaching.

Back and back Q will have to go to find the book, toward the far wall that he knows to hold the charred remains of shelves and unknowable tomes. Those shelves are still there, as are the many volumes of books, but they are whole. Some shelves are stacked together as normal, spines facing outward toward the reader, while others and propped by themselves with covers facing forward, as if on display for whatever reason. Rich brown leather wraps most of them, and very few have titles displayed on either spines or covers. And there on the floor is the fallen one, a thick volume with faded dull gold foil on the page edges.

john constantine »

[villagemod]

John wakes to the sound of waves crashing against rock, an angry cacophony created in time with the cold howling wind that tears at his clothes. He lays sprawled on an uneven rocky surface, the top of a cliff that cascades down into the raging ocean. Just a few yards to his left, at the end of a short outcropping of land, stands a tall lighthouse, its beacon already shining as the sun begins to set behind them, disappearing behind a sea of trees.

[hellblaze]

It might be the sound of the water, or the wind, or the mixture of both that startles him awake. He pushes himself up onto his elbows, looking around with a dazed look of confusion. He pushes himself up to his feet, stumbling against the wind. There is a less than graceful spin as he turns. His eyes are drawn up to the lighthouse and the setting sun.

Being the king of bad life choices, John turns to walk opposite of the lighthouse. His hands are buried deep in his pockets and shoulders up as the wind bites.

[villagemod]

If John ventures down to the treeline, he will find the familiar fog waiting just behind the first layer of trees, blocking the way through. The path down the cliff to the beach is a steep one and not highly recommended.

malcolm bright, raylan givens »

[villagemod]

These two lawmen awake in the damp interior of a round building. One is propped against the wall at an awkward angle, the other sprawled up the bottom stairs that spiral upward in a way that makes one dizzy if they look for too long. Everything in sight is wet — the walls, the steps, the stone floor, and from above they can hear a howling wind that slips into the building from the top and winds down to them with a bitter chill. There is rust on those metal stairs and decaying clumps of autumn leaves scattered about the floor.

There is one door that leads out of this circular room, into what appears to be a simply furnished living area for whoever kept this place running. The same grime covers the interior here as the rest of Mathias, only there is damp as well, making everything rust and molder in ways they haven’t seen here before.

[tinstar]

Raylan woke with a sharp inhale, eyes snapping open to the unfortunate sight of stairs spirling above him. He wasn't the type of man to get nightmares but that's what the view felt like. Like he'd fallen down a tower at an electrical station and was looking into the depths of oncoming insanity. The sense of wetness followed the cold that was creeping up into his bones and Raylan gingerly sat up and rubbed a hand on the back of his head, honestly expecting his hand to come back bloody. It wasn't. Just wet. Looking around, Raylan took in the door, the disrepair and... Malcolm Bright?

"Malcolm," he said, testing his voice and the strength of it before he pushed up to his feet. "What the hell," he whispered, surprised at how far such a small sound carried before it was overtaken by wind howling down at them. He saw his hat nearby, upended on the floor and would pick it up, once he knew Malcolm wasn't dead.

eliot waugh »

[villagemod]

The former High King of Fillory wakes surrounded by stone. The walls might remind him of the castle he’s so familiar with, stones carefully laid and worn even smoother by time, but that is where the familiarity ends. The hall he is in feels cold, a sense of dread drifting through like an unearthly draft, and the only illumination is from a collection of candles already pooling wax beneath them.

He is at the end of this hallway, propped against the empty dead end wall, but ahead and to his left is a door. Further on, a second door, and then a third before the end of the hallway and the double doors that stand there.

[endlessflask]

While Eliot isn’t quite sure how he got here, he’s relieved, to say the least. At least, he’s pretty sure this is Whitespire. As he stands, he wonders if this a part of the castle he’s never seen before. That must be it.

Also, it’s Dark King Times, and well Eliot might have a soft spot for Sebastian, the Dark King reputation has to seep in somewhere.

So, really, despite the fact that everything here is practically screaming SOMETHING ISN’T RIGHT, Eliot doesn’t pay it much attention. He walks purposely down the hall, passing the three doors. When he gets to the double doors at the end, he makes the move to push them open.

zed martin »

[villagemod]

Zed wakes in a dark room to find herself in a large bed with crumpled sheets and flat pillows. Tall windows allow moonlight to illuminate the room, allowing the tasteful yet elegant style to be seen. A light coating of dust has begun to accumulate on all surfaces in the room, including the long chest of drawers against one wall with a mirror attached to the back. Another mirror is mounted to the opposite wall, an oval shape, and a smaller third mirror rests on a bedside table. All the mirrors show signs of age, dark spots appearing around the edges that obscure bits of whatever they're reflecting.

There is one door to the room, unlocked, leading out to a long hall with doors on one side and tall windows on the other.

[chicartista]

Before she is even fully awake Zed knew there was something wrong. It was more than the sense of dread that had continued to pool in her stomach since she had arrived here - this was something else. Something darker. She didn't wake right away even if her mind was clawing to wake up.

When she finally woke she sat up slowly. This wasn't the room she had claimed at John's house. It wasn't like a room in the house at all. She kicked off the sheets and slowly got up. The moonlight just made everything look more eerie and wrong. The room felt old like no one had been in it for years. She knew there was no point in calling out for John. He wasn't here even if she isn't sure where here is. After the last few days she wasn't that surprised even if she was worried. Slowly she began to move around the room. Dust. Old mirrors. She reached out to touch one of them but then hesitated. Her powers may not have been working but the last thing she needed was to have a vision that would send her spiralling.

Instead, she went to the door and slowly opened it. She poked her head out before stepping out into the long hall.

"Definitely not John's house," she muttered under her breath.

doc holliday, jill valentine »

[villagemod]

When these two strangers awake, it to the sound of trickling water echoing in the darkness. Stone is all around them, water rushing over pebbles beneath their sprawled limbs, though there is oddly enough warmth in the air that they will not find themselves shivering as they had upon their arrival in Mathias. Light filters in from one direction, reflecting off the wet surfaces and providing them just enough light to see each other by.

There is no sign of how they have come to be in this place, nor any indication that others have been brought here as well. So, what now?

[thering]

Drip, drip, drip and he's in the bottom of the well all over again, a customised personal hell from which he will never escape from. Just when he started to entertain the fantasy of letting his guard down, the dark and cold and wet seizes him again like a stutter in his chest.

He startles awake, gasping for air and a smoky kind of chill fills his battered lungs. Water splashes as his hands seek purchase on the slippery pebbled ground and the only reason crippling helplessness doesn't set in straightaway is the dim light painting contours over her silhouette lying next to him.

"...wha- th-" he hurries over towards her, staying crouched low as he reaches out to touch her upper arm, give her a firm shake.

"Ma'am?"

ellie »

[villagemod]

Ellie wakes surrounded by walls of stone, carefully laid and worn ever smoother by time. There is a sense of dread that drifts through the cold hallway, like an unearthly draft that curls around her in the dead end of the hall where she lays. The only illumination is from a single lit candle amidst a collection of others that have burned down to waxy stubs.

Ahead and to her left is a door. Further on, a second door, and then a third before the end of the hallway and the double doors that stand there. There are collections of spiderwebbing along the edges of the ceiling, descending down toward the floor, and even a few that lay draped across doorways. What does she do?

[enduresurvive]

Ellie starts awake, drawn from her already restless sleep by...what? She's not really sure. It doesn't take her more than a moment to realise that she's not in her bed in the house. So here she is somewhere else.

Fuck this whole place. It's just always something, isn't it? The cold. The dark. The beach. No animals. Alternate goddamn universes. And now whatever this is.

She can't see very well, because there's just the candle. Well, okay. She climbs to her feet and goes to actually get the candle. She's not about to walk in some doorway without it, since she doesn't have anything else on her. Cobwebs don't bother or scare her, but this whole place does have her on edge. How could it not?

"Eenie, meenie, miney," she says out loud to herself before trying the knob on door number two.

claire novak »

[villagemod]

Claire wakes to find herself in a large bed with crisp sheets, plump pillows, and a strip of bright sunlight cascading into the room from tall windows. Elegantly decorated in tasteful style, the room is free from the dust that has been such a staple feature of the buildings in Mathias. There is a long chest of drawers against one wall with a mirror attached to the back, the wood dark and pristine. Another mirror is mounted to the opposite wall, an oval shape, and a smaller third mirror rests on a bedside table.

There is one door to the room, unlocked, leading out to a long hall with doors on one side and tall windows on the other.

[waywardsister]

Oh, come on...

[ Disoriented for a moment, Claire pushes herself off the bed the moment she realizes it's not the one in the boarding house room she claimed.

It's unsettling, to wake up somewhere where you didn't go to sleep.

Naturally, in the face of such an event that demonstrates her own impotence at the situation, Claire flips off the mirror on the drawers.

And those she will inspect first, opening the drawers with measured care - just in case something nasty wants to spring forth. All the while her eyes flick up to the mirrors every now and again - are they fixed, could they be turned?

Before she leaves the room, she'll be thorough - keep the surprise of too many doors a little longer. ]

REVELATIONS »

[villagemod]

[ For those experiencing personal future revelations, you are welcome to write out something about the experience and share it here. The interpretation of how your character experiences these glimpses into a future they may not live to see is up to you. ]