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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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no subject
She glares at him. ]
What is a police officer?
[ Her tone is icy, but it's better to ask questions than be caught in an argument. ]
no subject
( Her self-restraint is admirable, at the very least. Javert doesn't sound quite as prideful as he once would, talking about his job, but his voice is even, and it betrays none of his emotion. )
Do they truly not have such a thing where you come from?