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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
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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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Instead of answering, Raylan gave him a flat, dry and unimpressed look.

"Look, you can lie to anyone else you want but I'm from Harlan, Kentucky. We know a thing or two about addicts. Granted, they're on opioids but most pharmaceuticals are now." One hand gestured out, index and thumb fingers coming together as he moved. Kentucky had an opium problem and had for years, directly caused by big Pharma. That was a different piece of fat for Raylan to chew over. "You ain't the first I've seen in the throes of detox.

Though somehow, Malcolm managed to make it not look as terrible as some Raylan had seen. The composure of him was something of note.

Raylan gestured towards the single door option they had available to them. "You first."

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Malcolm held his gaze for a moment, then moved through the door, leading them back into the living quarters.

Suddenly he heard a familiar chirping sound and he frowned, looking around.

"Sunshine?"

He spotted her, his eyes widening before she took off and swooped... right out the open door. He stared at the door.

"Was that there before?"

He'd been ransacking the place, but Raylan hadn't.

Did he see sunshine? Raylan stepped in behind him, eyes finding the door with him.

"No the hell it was not," Raylan said in a cold calm voice that only barely hid the flush of frustration in him as he moved around Malcolm and strode angrily towards the door, stepping halfway out to glare at the sight before storming back in and through to the stairs start.

"THIS IS GODDAMN BULLSHIT," he hollered with an accusatory finger at the lighthouse, accent drawing back out as he projected it. He turned and strode back into the living quarters. "Let's get the hell outta here, fuck this lighthouse."

It didn't matter that he didn't know how, exactly, to get back to the town. Out was out and he could deal with the forest in a fucking minute.

He didn't see sunshine; it was still grey outside, but he did see Sunshine.

When Raylan stalked back to the stairs, Malcolm followed to the doorway of the living quarters, watching with some interest as Raylan processed the situation in his way.

"If they're manipulating the environment, then there's at least some degree to which it's contrived," Malcolm pointed out, almost jogging to keep up with Raylan's long-legged stride out onto the path.

The outside is indeed outside this mysteriously appearing door. There is the cliff they were able to see from the top of the lighthouse, the ocean below, the treeline of the forest. There is no clear path to follow.

There wasn't a clear path to be seen but that didn't change Raylan's stride or the surity of it as he made his way towards the forest.

"What other way is there where that kinda shit happens," Raylan said over his shoulder, one finger gesturing uselessly towards the ground. He did not like games one bit. "But there's no way that's just some trap door we sprung while we were upstairs. There was no handle, no hinge to hide." It made no sense and that only pissed him off more.

"We got a lotta walkin' to do, so we might wanna save our breath. Looks to be about a mile, maybe two, depending on how big this out cropin' really is."

Malcolm looked at him sidelong. "Are you suggesting I'm asthmatic or do you just want me to shut up?" he asked, keeping an eye on Raylan's expression. "I'm not the former and I can't usually do the latter." He paused, gesturing like he wasn't sure it was that was or the other way around and then nodded. "Yeah, that's right." He waved his hand. "I always get those mixed up," he remarked.

"I was kinda hopin' the latter," he replied honestly. "I wanna get as much ground under and behind us as possible. Just in case this place decides to make us spend three days wandering in the goddamned trees like fools."

"Has that sort of thing happened here?" Malcolm asked curiously. "We could see the town from the lighthouse. We should be able to go there."

"Like I shoulda been able to get through rain, or there shoulda been a door in that damn wall," he retorted. "I don't trust this place, not a single inch of it."

For all his anger, Raylan's voice didn't rise much, just darkened in its stern intensity, eyes a little wider and wilder than normal, jaw tense as he strode towards and into the treeline.

Malcolm managed to keep up with his stride, one arm across his abdomen where the pain tended to ebb and flow but never went away. Like his head. Both were throbbing in the exertion. Maybe suggesting he could keep up this pace was ambitious, but he didn't want to lose the lanky cowboy, so he kept moving at the hurried gait he needed to to stay at his side as they entered the trees.

As they enter the treeline, there is a sound behind them, something eerie and indescribable, that will cause both men to turn back toward the lighthouse. Strangely, the beacon is now turned on, rotating in the slowly dimming light, and as it turns toward them, a dark figure is illuminated from behind. They have this view for only a brief moment before suddenly a wave of fog engulfs them from behind.

The men will wake in their respective last sleeping places, covered in a layer of dust.

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I.. assume the outside is outside the door, correct us if I'm wrong!

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