EVENT LOG: BURY A FRIEND

[inthenightmods]

EVENT LOG:
BURY A FRIEND

characters: everyone.
location: around town.
date/time: october 9-17.
content: the hallucinations begin...
warnings: psychological horror. please cw tags appropriately.

it's probably something that shouldn't be said out loud

October 9 feels like a normal day at first, save for the red lighthouse beam cutting through the darkness overhead. You know by now—or you've heard—that the lighthouse is only active during ferry arrivals and events... And there's definitely no ferry docked at the, er. Beach. The town is quiet, the forest spirits behave business-as-usual, Rastus doesn't know what's up. Whatever's going on, you'll have to figure it out for yourself.

And you will, though the hallucinations are subtle at first: objects moving when they shouldn't, people's proportions looking just a bit off, voices in an empty room, and so on. Is it just your mind playing tricks in the darkness? Might be! Will did warn you all about the effects of living without a sun and a proper day/night cycle.

As the days go on, the hallucinations are harder to ignore, no matter how much you may wish to wave them off as flukes. What's wrong with everyone's faces? When did all the howling start? Who do you hold onto when the world drops out from under you? And those hands...

While you might know it can't be real, it certainly feels real. But at least it can't last forever!

...Right?

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Comments

[knifecollecting]

[Interesting. Jo looks over his shoulder too in an effort to figure out what he's worried about.]

That's gonna be hard here.

[knifecollecting]

"You're right about that." She hasn't tried to hide it, so she won't hide it now.

"See you around."

Actually, she isn't sure if she hopes that. Jo waves and heads back the direction she came.

[originallutece]

[It does sound mad, but so does life after death, and here they both are. Rosalind regards him coldly for a few seconds, and then:]

Tell me who Geneva is. In detail, please, I haven't the time and I certainly haven't the inclination to ask you a thousand follow-up questions.

i mean same, I say not realizing i had marked this as read on accident

[primordialerebus]

[ She pulls her hand back like it was burnt, wincing in sympathy at his pain. Fuck. ]

What. What do you want me to do? How can I help???

[ She asks, voice pleading and nearly at a shout as she tries to drown out the taunting voices surrounding her like phantoms. She. She needs to be useful, even if it’s just to this one person. She can’t prove them (everyone) right.

Actually no, fuck the voices. Remember Coraline. They aren’t real. ]