EVENT LOG: BURY A FRIEND

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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

[featherknives]

She does give him a suspicious look, as if she doesn't trust him (and she doesn't- she's always 50/50 with everyone), but leaves the topic be.

More importantly, she needs to start gathering energy to start focusing on her shapeshifting. It's going to be an ordeal during this hallucination infested days, but she's stubborn. And hallucinations won't win! She'll get to fly!

"Fingers crossed that she doesn't reset the village."

Speaking of, she needs to update that journal of hers. Just in case something goes horrible on this adventure.

[sauntered_downward]

"We'll stop her before she gets the chance," Crowley promises. "Maybe this time we'll actually get some answers."

Maybe, he thinks, he should do what Aziraphale would want, which is to ask the network for help. Or to tell other people about this plan. He won't, of course, but he does think about it for at least three seconds before discarding the idea.

"Start tomorrow on flying?" he offers.

[featherknives]

At least he thought about it.

She rolls her eyes and pokes his cheek, "Slow down. I'm more eager than you, trust me. But I need to do the transformation right or I might drop from the sky and die." Giver her some time to shapeshift, man. No one wants to fly more than she does and she's really looking forward to this.

"I'll come find you when I'm done. Alright?"

[sauntered_downward]

He doesn't think often. If he uses his brain every day, it could get dirty.

Crowley doesn't understand, of course. His own transformation takes seconds at most, but he gives her a nod anyway.

"Take as long as you need," he says. "We'll start on the ground anyway. Won't have you falling out of the sky right away."