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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.

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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Treat the book with care, Quentin. It might not appreciate being manhandled.

Shelving the books again and again does not suddenly open a mysteriously hidden passage, but when one book is shelved with a bit more force than the others, the thus as it hits the back of the shelf is... different. There's an almost hollow sound from the wood.

Holy shit.

"Oh my god."

The thunk is a tell tale sign of what he hopes is a false wall. Sure, this place is terrifying as all hell, but there's a bit of giddiness as he gently sets the book on the nearest table to pick up later.

"That was a shot in the dark." He's immediately moving to try to move the bookshelf in its entirely, first examining if it's wise to pull or push and on which end. He's going to look like an idiot, probably, but that's between him and the mysterious dream.

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.

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.

Don't worry, Quentin, no one saw that little mishap. No one alive, at any rate.

The books that were on the shelf are now scattered around and underneath it, the shelf itself slightly cracked from along the bottom and back. Behind where the shelf stood is a doorway, revealing a dark stairwell leading down.

Fillory has tricks like this, albeit always with a level of whimsy. The whimsy never turns out good, but this, at least it's sinister and Quentin can brace himself accordingly.

Secret stairwell. Quentin takes a big, deep breath and hopes that he can summon a bit of light if it gets dark. He moves down it, hand on he railing just in case.

The railing is not the most sturdy, it has clearly been around for quite some time and not well-kept. The stairway turns before long, again and again, steep stairs leading down and down. Light does not filter from the library for long, so Q will either need to create some light of his own or retreat and find something to carry to light his way before continuing.

Dark is...not good. Luckily, he knows his magic--most of it--works. That's a good backup in case his lighter isn't in his back pocket.

Gotta love chain-smoking due to excessive amounts of stress brought on by trying to repeatedly save the world and fuck it up. He'll reach for that, and if that doesn't work, then he'll go the lumos route.

His lighter is there and functions as normal!

If Q follows the stairwell down, it will be a slow few minutes of careful movement, the flame casting an eerie glow on the stone walls around him. And at the bottom, he'll find the entrance to a dark stone tunnel.

Down to the bottom it is, then, with his lighter. He'll cast one look up at what little light he sees before heading down the tunnel.

The tunnel goes on for quite some time. If Quentin follows it for as long as he can, he will eventually come across a large round mirror propped against the wall amidst a collection of smooth round stones. The mirror is old, signs of age marring the edges of its surface, and its placement seems oddly purposeful.

He feels his limbs involuntarily stiffen the moment he rounds the corner. His breath hitches, too, and he doesn't realize the amount of dread that's creeped up until now. It hits him full force, sudden and impactful, causing his jaw to tighten and his gaze to harden.

This is a dream, he tells himself. This might just be all his subconscious. Before he fully approaches the mirror, though, wary and with his guard up, he wants to make sure. It's an old trick they're taught at Brakebills--he puts his palm out and tries to poke his finger through, lighter flickering as it moves. If it's a lucid dream he can control, time will stop--if it's not, this mirror and this place is something else, and Quentin's going to have to inspect it.

He's not surprised when it doesn't work. It sets him even more on edge, and he puts one hand behind his back as he approaches it, fingers curled and ready to cast.

Regardless of what Quentin tries against the mirror, it will remain as it is, guarding its secrets and tugging at the darkest memories he carries with him. It will withstand any magic or even physical assaults he might try against it, and when he has finished with the seemingly harmless stationary object, the light he carries with him will flicker and die, darkness engulfing him—

And he will wake where he last slept, covered in a thin layer of dust.

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