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Entry tags:
- *event log,
- *overview log,
- doc holliday (wynonna earp),
- ellie (the last of us),
- malcolm bright (prodigal son),
- raylan givens (justified),
- ~ claire novak (supernatural),
- ~ eliot waugh (the magicians),
- ~ jill valentine (resident evil),
- ~ john constantine (dc live action),
- ~ kylo ren (star wars),
- ~ number five (the umbrella academy),
- ~ quentin coldwater (the magicians),
- ~ rey (star wars),
- ~ zed martin (dc live action)
010 » something wicked this way comes
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.
RECOMMENDED ♫ Deadly Avenger "Gyuki"


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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.
RECOMMENDED ♫ Deadly Avenger "Gyuki"

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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He crouches down and sets the candle beside him, then checks to see if the box is locked or latched before lifting the lid.
Please, he thinks, let it be a stash of well aged wines.
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Retrieving the candle, Eliot picks up the knife again so he can examine it under the light of the flame.
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One moment it is a normal knife with strange symbols etched into the flat of the blade, curling spirals that at once seem to have no beginning and no end, and the next the knife is covered in cold wet blood, the thick liquid coating his hand and dripping down off the blade. The bowl is coated with it, the interior recently filled and emptied, and that red sheen on the walls is darker, shining in the light of the candle flame, almost as if...
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Eliot drops the knife. It clatters to the floor as he takes a step back, looking at his bloody hand.
Absolutely fuck this. He should have gone to the room with the papers and shit.
He feels behind him for the door frame and turns, looking for a hasty escape.
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He was smart to block the door from swinging shut, for it still stands cracked open and ready for him to pass through. As he does, he will jerk awake in the location where he last slept, covered in dust and with blood staining his hand. The mark will remain on his hand for all of day 011.