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inthenightmods) wrote in logsinthenight2019-10-09 03:38 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- aziraphale (xy),
- bruce wayne (marzi),
- bucky barnes (gail),
- crowley (mj),
- daylight vis lornlit (melly),
- elektra natchios (carlee),
- elena gilbert (amy),
- eliot waugh (pytho),
- elizabeth (li),
- ignis scientia (helena),
- jason grace (erica),
- javert (rachel),
- jo harvelle (dee),
- jon snow (rachel),
- kettara bloodthirst (fade),
- kol mikaelson (jade),
- m.k. (shira),
- masaomi kida (wind),
- noctis lucis caelum (anya),
- peter parker (laura),
- prompto argentum (daimon),
- quentin coldwater (ireth),
- riku (dubsey),
- rosinante donquixote (lauren),
- stone (gail),
- vanitas (king),
- xayah (helena)
EVENT LOG: BURY A FRIEND
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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[ it didn't really sound like a great conversation, but sometimes telling a white lie is the right way to go. he knows exactly how many people are at the bonfire—two. it's easy to surmise what he had heard wasn't directed towards anyone who takes up residence in this town.
stepping out from the bonfire, he approaches quentin. ] You alright? Is the fire talking back to you?
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[Quentin says, as fear rushes cold and slippery down his spine and Julia whispers from the fire again, hope so bright in her voice it kind of makes Quentin feel like a dick for not answering.]
Of course I'm not talking to the fire, what kind of-- uh, what kind of idiot do you think I am? Talking to the fire? No, that's not. That didn't happen.
[And he tries to look affronted and insulted, but probably just looks scared and confused and very much like he's lying, heart racing in his chest as he tries to shake it off.]
I- uh, hi? Do I know you? You sound-- you sound familiar, somehow?
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I'm Kol.
[ briefly he wonders if focusing on something familiar will help. something strange is a flutter in beacon these past few days. standing near the fire has never made him feel as though it was trying to nibble him alive, and he doubts his fire talking friend makes it a point to sit near the flames and murmur to himself lines that are most definitely not written by an author.
he remains where he is, trying to appear as unimposing as possible. ] I'm almost certain we've spoken over the phone.
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[Before shaking his head, because that sentence was missing something, and it was just hard to concentrate. Not like before, not like before the hospital, no nothing like that, because this was real. Very real. The heat of the fire, the voice coming not from inside his own head but from Kol.] My name? I'm Quentin.
[But Quentin is still walking slowly, his feet moving and he's closing the distance between them. Kol's the first person he's seen for days that wasn't Eliot and Eliot looked-- strange these days. Fire in his eyes and his hair too messy. Almost like-- he cuts off his own line of thought and shakes his head.]
You mean the tablet? Maybe. I-- I talked to a lot of people. Can you-- are you one of the people who can do things? I mean, uh, not just things-things, but extraordinary things?