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

[lunchbreaks]

Yes - Robin, the Lighthouse Keeper.

But oh, that's good. I don't think she likes me.

[necromantiae]

Why not?

( what'd you do, aziraphale? )

Get off on the wrong foot?

[lunchbreaks]

Yes, well. I doubt she is pleased after the, um.

Ferry incident, shall we say.

[necromantiae]

Oh, right.

( ambrose eyes him, eyes narrowed for a second before shaking his head. )

You tried apologizing?

[lunchbreaks]

Well, I did but. Not privately, I suppose.

I guess I'll have to apologize separately to Rastus... He's been so kind.

[necromantiae]

Privately might be a little better. Might mean a little more.

( it did in his experience, at least. )

They might not forgive you but at least you're taking the first step and trying.

[lunchbreaks]

Yes, you're right.

But perhaps... when this is done. Won't want them to think I'm imagined. Or... worse, that I'm real but my face is falling right off.

Which, is it alright right now?

[necromantiae]

It looks all right.

( he peers closer before sighing and then nodding. )

Yeah, you're all in one piece. If anything starts falling off, I'll let you know just in the rare case that it's actually happening. Wouldn't want you to walk around without your nose or something.

[lunchbreaks]

Oh, yes, that sounds quite like the plague.

I really hope this doesn't last very much longer...

[necromantiae]

I hope that as well.

( but, unlike the last time he'd been seeing things, he doesn't know a solution out of this predicament. )

Until then, maybe I'll just put myself under a sleep spell so I don't have to deal with it.

[lunchbreaks]

Oh yes, very useful. But won't you... be harmed? Even those who had not eaten before feel hunger here.

It's very... jarring.

[necromantiae]

I was trying not to think of that.

( because yes, that's true. )

I could always have someone hook me to food and water via an IV but that sounds like a lot of work. And kind of gross.

[lunchbreaks]

Probably not a good idea, no.

But I can come by with food if you don't wish to leave your house.

[necromantiae]

That's nice of you.

( he doesn't know if he's going to go through with this plan but it's nice to know someone would help keep him alive. )

It's not a full proof plan but it might be all I have.

[lunchbreaks]

Yes, quite unfortunate. But I suppose at least we have options!

[necromantiae]

You're the optimistic sort, aren't you?

( at least someone was. )

That's good. I suppose someone has to be so we don't all get bogged down in the doom and the gloom.

[lunchbreaks]

Well, won't do to just sit around and mope.

Though, possibly best to stay with other people. I imagine some of these illusions could lead to grand misunderstandings.

[necromantiae]

Yeah, that's...a good idea.

( good thing ambrose likes people anyway. )

Thanks for the pep talk.

[lunchbreaks]

Gladly, Ambrose.

Where are you headed now?

[necromantiae]

I haven't the slightest idea. Probably back to my room. That, at least, is familiar and I know there's four walls and a door that can lock.

( not that visions really follow the rules or anything. )

It'll at least give me a place to be that I can't get lost because the visions confuse me.

[lunchbreaks]

Why don't I walk you?

Do you live with people?

[necromantiae]

Feel free.

( he gestures aziraphale forward and starts walking, setting a leisurely pace. )

And no, I live alone. I'm open to roommates but no one's taken me up on it yet. Maybe I'm just too much or one person to handle.

[lunchbreaks]

Such an awful shame to live alone in a place like this. Especially right now. You'll find someone, dear.

[ He starts to follow, wanting to make sure Ambrose at least gets home safely. ]

You are always welcome in our house, should you need not to be alone.

[necromantiae]

( for some reason, the words comfort him. he doesn't know why, if he's just feeling particularly weak and out of sorts, but it's nice to hear. )

House, huh? Where do you live?

( a house was probably too much for him right now but maybe in the future. and he'd definitely take aziraphale up on his offer at some point. )

[lunchbreaks]

In the village on Miner's Castle. It's number three if you'd ever like to come visit. I'll put on some tea.

[ He offers Ambrose a smile. Poor thing, he shouldn't have to experience death and afterlife like this. None of them should. ]