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Entry tags:
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- 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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Deflecting from the Lighthouse Keeper thing, or trying to. Considering how many people died the last time someone tried that.
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It's teasing. Mostly, anyway.
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Which, to be clear, are basically what Crowley runs on.
"What other things do you need to experience, now that you're free of your old role? Coffee----you tried the ice cream stand yet?"
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He takes another drink.
"Music?"
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"No," the Soldier finally says. "I don't. I want to. I feel like I should. Misty has some, on a discman. But the headphones were too wet to listen."
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"Bit of a limited selection, I'm afraid. All of my music turns to Queen after a fortnight. But I've got all of the hits on here."
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That is. That is.
Fucking amazing.
Crowley is graced by the biggest smile the Soldier has made in his presence yet, though it's focused mainly on his cell phone. There may even be finger-tapping, because that melody is extremely catchy. "What is that. Queen."
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"Only the best band your lot has ever come up with," Crowley says, holding up his mobile, where a picture of the band graces the mp3 that he's downloaded. He points to the lead singer. "Freddie Mercury. Where I got my username. Top notch. Saw him at Live Aid, absolutely stellar performance. I was up front."
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"I fucking love it." The Soldier wants it. All the time. How can it get that from the phone to its tablet.
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Crowley is on the same page as the human soldier person with wanting to give him the music. "Hang on, if you record audio with your tablet when I start up a song, you can probably get a copy. Might be a bit tinny, but at least you'll have it. I've got all the greatest hits, you can have them."
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"Start the song over," it adds. Gotta get the whole thing. And then everything after it. (Maybe Misty will want to listen. And get her own music off that discman.)
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His glass doesn't even clink when he takes a drink.
He's got all of Queen's Hits and he'll play them all as long as the human soldier person wants.
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It even uses the metal arm, now still and silent and braced at the elbow on the table, to hold the tablet as close to Crowley's phone speaker as possible without letting it move. There are some good things about having a machine grafted to your shoulder, and having a body part that will not move no matter what is one of them.
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"Next one is 'Who Wants to Live Forever'," he says. "Last one I've got."
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This one is... sadder. Not one that makes a body want to dance. But the melody is still lovely, the instruments a little more familiar somehow, and the singer's talented voice full of so much emotion. The Soldier puts its chin down on the flesh hand to listen, eyes half-shut, wondering what that must feel like. To have so much love like that, even if it was for someone who was gone.
When it's over, the Soldier says quietly, but with a lot of feeling of its own, "That was beautiful."
It doesn't say thank you, because Crowley doesn't like that, but it does untuck its hand from its chin and reach over to clasp it around Crowley's wrist in silent gratitude instead.