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]

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. ]

[necromantiae]

You make that offer and I might show up and never leave like a cockroach.

( no, he wouldn't be that bad. but he'd definitely visit. )

How many people live there with you?

[lunchbreaks]

Two. There's Crowley and-- um, Soldat.

[ Which, if Ambrose knows any Russian, or really German, or honestly a slew of languages where this is the root, he knows his name is just soldier. And by the delivery of how he says it, it's not a name. ]

But we're trying to clear out the attic for more space.

[necromantiae]

I don't know if I've met either of them. I might have spoken to Crowley on the network but Soldat...

( he's old enough to have picked up a few words of different languages here and there so that name makes his brow furrow for a moment. )

Soldier?

[lunchbreaks]

Ah, yes. He doesn't like the network. Soldier, anyway. Crowley does. He's very good with technology.

[ Let's just breeze past the fact that Bucky doesn't have a name. ]

[necromantiae]

So, is he an actual soldier or did his parents just really hate him?

( because soldier and all. )

That's pretty unique.

[lunchbreaks]

[ Not this. ]

I think he was a prisoner of war. He only really remembers his number and rank.

[necromantiae]

Oh.

( ambrose sobers and makes a point to not joke about that anymore. )

I can't say I know what that feels like. I've been arrested and even imprisoned in some pretty terrible places but nothing like that.

[lunchbreaks]

Imprisoned? For what?

[ No offense Ambrose, but you don't seem like a criminal. ]

[necromantiae]

Oh, a number of things. Most recently, being a warlock.

( witch hunters didn't really care for his kind. )

That is actually how I ended up dying. Unfortunate turn of events.

[lunchbreaks]

Oh. My dear Ambrose, I'm so very sorry. I had rather thought we were all done with that.

[ He says, even though he hired a witch hunter. Technically, not to hunt witches... ]