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logsinthenight2019-10-09 03:38 pm
inthenightmods) wrote in logsinthenight2019-10-09 03:38 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- 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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[it's not disinterest that makes Quentin's gaze slide slowly to the left of Jon's face, but there's just something about the way the firelight flickers over the ground that catches his attention for a few seconds. Maybe almost like hands, like Jon said, but he can't be sure.
Whatever it is, it's unsettling and fear churns in his guts like a herd of sick butterflies. He clutches his book tighter to his chest, the title probably visible as
"The Magicians" by Lev Grossman.]
That's how I feel about most of this place? That it's maybe not real? But, I remember dying, so. That's that.