EVENT LOG: BURY A FRIEND

[inthenightmods]

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

[scarsolderthanyou]

"I've lived among groundlings before," Stone shrugs amiably. "That's what we call people who live on the ground, rather than in the sea or the sky, where I come from," he adds. "Groundlings, sealings, and skylings. But I'm used to being around a bunch of species that aren't my own. The only real weird thing is that there's so many of only one species, the humans. The rest of us are a very tiny group."

[isochrone]

Elizabeth has to smile a little bit at the naming scheme that Stone offers. "So Raksura are skylings," she echoes, and then laughs a little bit at the irony.

"I suppose you might say I'm a little bit 'skyling' myself... the city I'm from, Columbia, it flies."