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[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.

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.

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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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[thering]

"I can keep up," he insists even though she might not have been implying otherwise. "Would much prefer if we ran for it, if I'm honest, but we might miss sommin' if we just high tail it that way." She seemed quite interested in investigating, and hell, maybe there's some merit to figuring out what all the little details add up to. It's just that-... it's been a little over a week of all the little details adding up to nothing so far, so his patience about what's happening to them in general might be starting to wear thin.

"Yes m- Jill." He manages to stop himself this time, reaching out to take her hand and lift it slightly, turning the backs of her fingers towards him instead of the traditional handshake he might reserve for other gentlemen.

"And I can take that if you like." Wouldn't be proper not to at least offer to carry the mirror. But she seems keen on turning it one way and the other. He would more likely end up being the glorified bag carrier husband standing cluelessly outside the store holding the big round shiny thing like a mannequin.

His anxiety is somewhat alleviated when they have decided on moving so he starts that way, towards the light, taking small steps backwards at first while facing her in case she does decide to unload the mirror onto him.

[torsion]

"Well, we can always come back, can't we?" Unless there's some bullshit that'll block them off. Jill doesn't know if the entrance will be blocked off or hell, even if it will be a way out when they reach it. The way that the light is up there almost feels hypnotic and confusing, like a lure. Maybe it's just her thought process that's making it so twisted to her.

Jill isn't quite offended by the gesture, but she's quick to swap into something more militaristic; fingers splaying over palm, then wrist, clasping part of his arm with her hold. There's no shake to it and it's quick.

"I'm short, but I'm not weak. I can deadlift over eight hundred pounds." It's cumbersome because of the size and shape for her, but it's not something she needs help with. Jill gives his arm a friendly knock as she carries on.

Attempting to remain in step with him in case shit hits the fan, she's careful but not slow. Her eyes try to scan through the darkness for anything that looks out of place, regardless of what it may be.

"So, Hank," She peers at him, making out features past the weight of shadows. "Don't find a lot of gents like you these days. If you don't mind me askin', what is it you do? I'm an anti-bioterrorism special ops agent."

[thering]

She lost him at anti something something agent, honestly, but at least he understands 'agent'. He's been working closely in one such team after all, even though he wouldn't personally affiliate himself with anyone other than the Earps.

Doc Holliday is many things. Gunslinger, demon hunter, poker player, dentist, most recently a father. He opts to say none of those things.

"I have done a few things, dabbled here and there, but I am currently the owner and proprietor of a saloon, in a small town where... peculiar things happen." Not very much unlike Mathias, come to think of it.

"What is this bio... anti... special terror agent?" Hopefully not in that order. "Do you investigate peculiar occurrences too?"

His steps slow as they turn a bit and approach the light source, and Doc finds himself unconsciously stepping in front of her a bit as if she needs protecting even though between the two of them he's more likely the one to need his hand held. He's not sure what they will find up ahead.

[torsion]

It's one of those things Jill doesn't know how to describe to someone else, really. Especially if they were from different times and places as has been suggested by others that she's met. She's never had to do it before now. She also doesn't want to assume someone doesn't know so it's better to start from name and go from there, especially considering someone may not be that interested.

"Yeah? Like old west shoot-em-up saloon or are we talkin' more like a tourist trap?" Or maybe it's just his vernacular. It doesn't occur to her yet he may come from somewhere lacking the same modern atmosphere that her world has.

"Sometimes," she starts, messing around with the mirror, even though it seems to have changed its course. She hopes it's not some kind of maze where they'll need to find the light and follow it by way of the mirror. The incline they're on suggests to her it's the path out -- she hopes, anyway. "It might sound hard to believe, but I guess the best way to describe what I do is I investigate, mitigate, prevent, and combat creatures created by science -- and the occasional creator behind them. Monsters, really. Back in my twenties it was all fiction, but..." She trails off, feeling the wall with her fingers. Still gloved, it's hard to say how wet or not it might be.

"I mean, let's be honest here. Anyone can say anything they want and there's no way we can truly back it up, right? We're in a hell of a situation here." Jill doesn't quite notice his shift in movement and assumes the nearness is just for the safety of both of them. Better in groups than apart, no matter what cartoons may choose as the right option. "The light never seems to get brighter."

That's the subject she chooses to change to, though it's true. It feels like they haven't gotten any nearer to it so far. Maybe it's just another trick of the town?

[thering]

"There are no tourists there. Only locals needing a place to drink." It's not really the kind of town for tourists or even for people to be driving through really. And that's probably for the better.

"I believe you. There are... most unnatural things, happening in this world." Well, not this world in particular. There might be some anomalies here and there and more questions than they have about this dark and wet place, but so far nothing has jumped out of the shadows or the fog and tried to kill them yet. It is a small but no less significant comfort.

"Let's hurry along then. Nothing to see around here, anyway." He picks up the pace a bit, but mindful of her having to manoeuvre with that bulky mirror and the floor being wet, potentially slippery. He is keen to ascend or descend or turn or go wherever the path leads even if the promise of an exit is tenuous at best, as long as they're going towards the light.

"I don't much like the feel of this place," he offers up as if that explains his desire to make haste.

[torsion]

"I see. That must be a rewarding place to have. Never stay in one place long enough with my work to be a 'local' anything, so I'm sort of envious." She laughs, more at her attempt to relate than anything. He doesn't need to know that's why, however.

"For me, it's... science. But here, I don't know. I have a hard time accepting something like 'magic,' but I'm either in a coma or this place is really playing tricks on me in ways that it probably wouldn't be able to where I'm from." She admits for the first time, almost but not quite, that magic or the idea of it unnerves her. "I want to combat what's become part of our ecosystem so the next generation won't have to. If I'm able."

It's part of the ecosystem, though, just as she says. That means you can mitigate but you can't completely remove it. It's hard for Jill to accept, but it also means she can combat it all the more efficiently.

"So far." She quickly comments, not able to fully dismiss that they may miss something. If there is something around, it's bound to take some investigating to get to. He's right about them carrying on, although she's equally as eager to dig into a mystery and solve it.

"Sorry. Hadn't meant to bother you." With her lingering, she means. They had options and perhaps it was better to actually listen to the growing dread in her body, spiraling corkscrew from throat to stomach.

Jill keeps her stride quicker and less languid. Hoping for the best.