logsinthenight | 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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[ For Elizabeth's first few weeks in Beacon, this was definitely the worst one yet. The hallucinations grip her even in her room at the Invincible, making her stumble out into the hall to try and escape them. The reassuring press of a warm mug in her hands jerks her out of its thrall with a soft, pained sound and she clings to it, literally and figuratively. ]

I-- I...

[ She tries to get her staccato heartbeat under control. ]

They're... getting worse. They're so real...

_{[He waits until he's confident she has a firm hold and her jittering isn't simply going to send the drink falling from loose fingers.]}

They're not.

_{[Of that, he's sure. Far more than sure than he'd be if these visions were invading so deep in they were rewriting the validity of their memories. Only oneself and the other people present could confirm the truth of a memory. These aren't that--these are lies more easily spotted and rooted out.]}

Just focus on this. This is real--the rest is just this place messing with your head.

[ Elizabeth shoots him a grateful look for the concern and tries to steady her nerves. Raising the mug to her lips she takes a small drink, letting the warmth suffuse her. ]

I should be better able to tell what's... an illusion and what's not.

_{[Although he catches the glance, he opts not to acknowledge it. His relationship with gratitude is a tumultuous one; best to ignore and carry on. He takes a step back, crossing his arms.

She doesn't look quite so much like she's about to go tripping down the stairs and break her neck, so that's at least an improvement on the way she'd come rushing out of one of the rooms.]}

No sense blaming yourself. This place doesn't play by any normal rules.

_{[M.K. had been in Beacon when it'd treated them to a graveyard with their own headstones and the chance to live through the memories of each other's last moments. If whatever power at work can do that, what can't it do?

A tilt of his head betrays the question before he even asks it.]}

... What did you see?

[ Elizabeth likes to think she doesn't play by any normal rules either, given what she can do, but that's not something she's keen to share. In any case, she does understand M.K.'s words and what he means by them, and takes the reassurance with quiet appreciation. ]

I saw my... a creature. Called Songbird.

But it wasn't just sight, it was sound too...

_{["My"...? The aborted thought hides a story behind it, he suspects. He can't help but think these mind games to be not unlike the Mirror Chamber, reflecting things from deep inside each of them, for good or ill.

He'd also suspect more for ill. He's experienced for himself the spirits' powers to twist the senses. Fearing this is their doing keeps him on edge.]}

Songbird?

_{[It's a quaint, peaceful-sounding name next to the distress it's inspired.]}

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