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TDM #1

TDM #1: AUGUST
I. ARRIVAL
Upon arrival, characters awaken in one of the main plazas of the town, lying on the paving stones around a central fountain. It is a bright sunny day and very hot, so you'll quickly want to find some shade. A light breeze brings the scent of the sea, but there are no cries of sea birds to be heard.

The buildings of the plaza are all medieval stone construction, but they all have modern awnings and glass fronts. Tables out front display tourist wares: little plastic statuettes, postcards, t-shirts. Among these, it's easy to identify Greek lettering, Greek gods, photos of Athens and Crete. Predominant among the souvenirs are items marked with the name Rhodos.

But there are no vendors selling their wares. Even if characters wander into the shops, they are all empty as if their owners just stepped away for a moment. Lights are on, and some of the larger and nicer shops even have the whirr of air conditioning. Food stands waft the aroma of freshly grilled kebabs, and a gelato cart is cold to the touch and the ice cream inside is frosty and delicious.

The plaza where you arrive is set on a slope, and the direction of the sea breeze and the faint sound of waves against a shore indicates pretty strongly that down-slope is the direction of the sea. But looking down the slope from the main plaza, you can see an open archway in a tall stone wall, and beyond it is nothing but mist. Despite the clear sunny day in the plaza, the mist is a dense fog with barely three feet of visibility. If you enter it, you can see your own arms in front of you, but nothing beyond that. The breeze has gone still and the waves no longer sound so much like waves--the sound is warped through the mist so that it almost sounds like sobbing. After about five minutes of determined walking across what feels like flat ground with no other landmarks, you find yourself back at the archway.

Housing can easily be scavenged. Doors are unlocked and the interiors are clean and welcoming, beds freshly made, as if it is a hotel that's been prepared for you rather than anyone's personal residence. And yet, once you've settled upon a place to live, you start to find little signs that you have lived here all along. The photographs on the wall (which weren't there when you first arrived) depict you and your family and friends, even if you came from a world without photography. Upon arrival, you have only the clothing you are wearing, but within a day the closet begins to fill with familiar outfits from home, and within the first week you may find up to five of your own possessions around your new residence.

Note: Wardrobe is limited to what you can reasonably fit inside a non-walk-in apartment closet, what your character would reasonably wear and possess in canon, or what can be scavenged around town. There are two very small clothing boutiques where you can find most basics and a few cute outfits. For starting possessions two may be weapons or magical items, but you may have an additional three mundane items. All other personal items can only be obtained through regains or events.
II. SOUND AND LIGHT
The first few days in your new home are relatively uneventful. The days are hot and sunny and the nights are warm beneath a dazzling starry sky.

After not quite a week, the noises of a spectacle will lead characters to a small gate in one of the outer walls with steps leading down into the outer moat. The fog surrounding the city walls has drawn back for just this one little area, revealing an open air theater butting up against the castle wall. A path leads away from the theater on either side, but if you walk into the mist on either side you will promptly find yourself walking out of the mist on the opposite side, as if you'd circumnavigated the entire moat in just a few steps. Behind the theater is another high stone wall. Centuries of weathering has added rough footholds and handholds, but it would be a dangerous climb without equipment. Trees grow from the top of the wall, sticking limbs out of the wall of mist and clawing roots into the stones at the top, loosening them so that they're ready to slip at a touch.

The play that is projected onto the wall features shadow puppets, colored lights, and canned soundtrack special effects like the clop of horses hooves or the burst of trumpets. There is no dialogue or narration, so the story can only be roughly pieced together: there is a king and a queen, then a betrayal that leads to the king's murder. Later, the king and the queen appear again, participating in a ritual which seems to involve human sacrifice, a war and a triumphal procession, and then another betrayal and the king is murdered again.

The story repeats three times every night before shutting itself off. The first performance starts at twilight, and each repetition lasts about twenty minutes. Characters who watch it repeatedly will get the sense that it's slightly different each time, but the whole thing is complicated and confusing without any narration or dialogue to provide context, so characters will struggle to pin down how it's different. A slide projector is set up at the top of the amphitheater, with a pair of old speakers on either side of it. If slides are removed from the projector, they show only blank, uncolored plastic. If something is placed in front of the projector light, the scene is projected onto that object. The projector can be turned off, unplugged, or smashed. No matter what is done to it, as soon as no one is actively watching it, it is restored to an undamaged status and resumes playing.

After watching an entire repetition of the performance, some characters may be overcome by a fit of weeping. Tears roll down your cheeks and you can't seem to catch your breath. Despair clutches at your heart, colored by your own personal sorrows, and the weeping can only be stopped by receiving an embrace.

Others may find that the performance inspires them to reminisce. No matter how secretive you might normally be, you find yourself turning to whoever is sitting near you and telling them a story from your past, something that makes you nostalgic or regretful.
III. INTO THE FOG
CONTENT WARNING: Cruelty and violence against (monster) dogs

After the characters have been in Rhodos for about three weeks, a heavy fog rolls into town. Unlike the mist that surrounds the city, the fog smells of smoke. Visibility is reduced to a mere ten or fifteen feet.

The electricity goes out, and shops are no longer replenished. Food may still be scavenged, but the food in shops and restaurants will slowly rot and may run out. Battery operated items will continue to work as long as the batteries still have a charge. Running water inside the houses continues to work, but it is sluggish and smells stale, leaving an unpleasant film on the skin.

While out on the streets of the town, characters will begin to encounter the monster dogs of Rhodos. The sound of a dragging chain precedes them, and then the hazy outline of a dog comes into view. It's walking oddly, however, with a sort of staggering limp, and the sound of the chain is underlaid by a low, feral growl. Furless gray skin peels away in patches to reveal bloody muscle. The heavy iron collar around the neck is studded with long black screws, the ends of which pierce the skin of the neck. Hazy eyes are clouded with decomposition, and yet that doesn't seem to prevent the dog from making its way straight toward you.

The dogs are not very fast, nor very smart. They can be outpaced at a brisk walk, and they will lose track of any character who gets more than twenty feet away or behind a closed door. But they are vicious. If you get within a few feet, they will lunge at you and attempt to bite. If two or three of them manage to corner you in a blind alley, you could be in real trouble.

In addition to the dogs, characters will begin to catch glimpses of Manifestations, both their own or those of others. At first you might just catch a glimpse of them through a break in the fog, but after a day or two they can be spotted standing outside of apartment windows and staring in. In either case, they will not approach or attack characters unless you're foolish enough to get within six feet of them. Then, they will attack, and they will pursue at a fast walk until they lose track of you in the fog.
IV. WAKING UP TO A NIGHTMARE
CONTENT WARNING: Blood imagery

On the 28th, characters are awakened by the sound of their front doors being smashed in. It's your own smashing door that awakens you, but you can hear more distant sounds of destruction from the other apartments nearby.

As you scramble out of your bed, you find that the homey, quilted bedding has been soaked through with blood, and it's sagging in the middle with the outline of a human body. But before you have a chance to properly react to that horror, your Manifestation is coming through your bedroom door — more than one of them, if you were sharing that bed with anyone.

You will have to fight or dodge in order to get out of the room. Your Manifestation is out for your blood. You can do damage to it, creating deep wounds and heavy bruises, causing it to stagger and slow for a moment, but no matter how much damage you do it keeps coming for you. Sooner or later, you will need to run.

When you make it out into the streets, you'll find that the entire world has changed. Heavy darkness fills the city, and no stars are visible in the sky. A few lights glow despite the lack of electricity, but they only provide a sickly, red-tinted light. Streets are slick with something that looks like blood, and the stone walls in many places have been transformed into metal or grate. Through the grate, you can catch glimpses of black metal hooks and gory, dripping meat that looks human in origin.

There is no palatable food or water. Anything you have saved has rotted or changed unnaturally into what looks like rotting flesh or lumps of bile. Liquid has turned into blood or black water. The only mercy is that symptoms of hunger, thirst and fatigue stabilize after 24 hours and don't get any worse. Don't worry, it won't be the dehydration that kills you here.

Your Manifestation pursues you tirelessly, and the monster dogs are faster, smarter, and moving in packs. Your home is no longer safe, and staying on the streets is deadly.
V. THE BONFIRE
CONTENT WARNING: Body horror, immolation

Sooner or later, you find your way to the bonfire in the middle of the fountain square. There is no longer water in the fountain. Instead, the whole thing towers with flame, fueled by a viscous black substance in the basin.

A tall man stands by the fountain, gazing into the flames as if he is supervising. His suit is true black, fathomless black, while his skin is a dark red-black like the newly formed crust upon a lava flow. His eyes are black pools reflecting the flames. He takes no interest in any approaching characters, and will not respond to any questions. The only thing that will draw his attention to you is an attempted attack. If you try it, your blow lands, but he doesn't seem to take any damage. His head turns toward you and he considers you for a moment, as if he finds it intriguing that you would attempt such a thing. Then he returns his attention to the fire.

The dogs and the Manifestations will not pursue you into the circle of light cast by the bonfire. You can find a sort of respite here.

Time passes. It feels like days, though there is no way to mark the passage of time. The Dark Figure continues to supervise the bonfire.

At last, your attention is drawn to a sort of commotion approaching down one of the main streets that feeds into the plaza. You hear a rattling of metal, and a sort of gibbering moan. The bonfire illuminates first upon a pale, faceless figure which seems to writhe as it approaches, hovering above the paving stones. As it grows closer, you see that the figure is lashed to a square metal frame and bound with strips of barbed wire. Veiled figures on either side bear it forward, and the Dark Figure turns to watch it approach.

The figure upon the frame has no face and no mouth with which to make its agonized moans, but it continues nonetheless. It has limbs but no hands or feet, each limb ending in smooth stumps.

If no one interferes, the Handmaidens carry the frame forward and place it upon the fire.

The Handmaidens can be attacked, and hurt. They cry out indignantly at any attack, and recoil. They will not fight back, but they also will not be discouraged from their task by anything less than persistent violence.

If the pale figure on the frame is rescued by the player characters, it flails and gibbers helplessly, continuing to moan. If the pale figure is consigned to the flames, it begins to scream, and continues screaming for several minutes until the flame finally overcomes it.

In either situation, you begin to cough. Blood spills from your mouth, dribbling down your chin and spattering upon your clothing. But then the droplets begin to slither into letters, forming words that spell out your deepest guilt, in the words you yourself would use to describe it. No attempt to wipe the words away or cover them will prevent their legibility. The blood shines through whatever covers it, catching the firelight so that those around you can clearly read the words.

The Dark Figure and his Handmaidens made their exit while you were coughing. You are left alone with the other Tourists around you, your guilt, and whatever remains of the pale figure upon the frame.
SUMMARY
Arrival: August 1
Sound and Light: August 5-20
Into the Fog: August 21-27
Waking Up to a Nightmare: August 28-30
The Bonfire: August 31

Welcome to Rhodos! Going forward, events will take place in two parts. The Normal World part of the event posted on the 5th of each month, and it will be a lighter event both in terms of length and thematic content. TDMs will be bi-monthly and will feature an event element or elements for the Normal World which in-game characters may also play with on their own log posts. The sections on Fog and Nightmare worlds for the TDM will generally be the same every month, allowing players to test drive those elements if they'd like, but not including spoilers for the second part of that month's event. The second part of the event will be posted on the 20th of each month, covering events occurring through both the Fog and Nightmare cycles.

Test drive memes are considered game canon.

This won't always be the case, but for the nerds among you who are enjoying this sometimes-accurate tour of Rhodes, all location images in this TDM and housing are accurate to Rhodes.

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[personal profile] cheerleader 2022-08-15 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
[It doesn't fall into place who she's speaking to until after she hears her name. She's heard him say it before in the past, in the halls at school or in passing at a party. They weren't ever really friends, but she'd call him friends with Jason.]

Steve Harrington?

[Blinking, she's bewildered by the fact that he's here too. Of course, her current wide eyed state probably has more to do with the shadow puppet play she's just watched than seeing him. There's something about it that makes her want to stay and watch more, to try and figure out what it is and the message it's meant to be sending them.

Of course, she can hear the panic and edge of something close to guilt in his voice. And that's enough to snap her attention fully onto him. Her ponytail sways when she does, and for a moment it might seem like they're back at one of the parties they used to attend. Because she offers him a smile, and even with as tired as it is, it's still bright enough to show that she's happy to see him.
]

Oh my god. Steve!

[Of course, she's moving forward to briefly hug him. Because it's a big deal to find someone from home in a place like this.]

If we've both seen this more than once, how have we not run into each other before now?
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[personal profile] warbeast 2022-08-15 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ he. should that not be a husband? but asura keeps the thought to himself. it's none of his business what lovers wish to call each other. there is so little joy to be found in this existence, who is he to comment on what others have carved out for themselves? he focuses instead on the topic, now leaning in with elbows propped on the table's edge to study chonghua's face. ]

Oh? If Hell could not contain him, I can think of few other words. It's not a condemnation. Down in the Abyss, they took me as their king.

[ asura's eyes catch the light just right as he fixes chonghua with his gaze, their depths glinting red. ]

I should like to meet anyone that even Hell cannot hold back.
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[personal profile] sunmon 2022-08-15 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Light. We need light.

[ she fumbles against the wall, gets herself back to her feet. her wrist hurts like hell, but that's something to worry about later, when nothing is trying to kill them. she gropes along the wall towards the doorway. it puts the monsters squarely between them, but it'll be worth it in the end, she tells herself, even as the volcra lunges for eddie.

it'll be worth it because there's a lamp in here, and if there's one thing that volcra hate —

she flicks on the light switch. it hisses and wails, flinching away and flapping out through the window.
]
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[personal profile] accredit 2022-08-15 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ there aren't many experiences that surprise him. he's lived most of his life on the battlefield, and so he was more than accustomed to the gruesome and dark sides of war. but, he would decisively state that his prior knowledge and whatever undertakings he had previous to all of this... didn't exactly assist in explaining anything of this place. normally, when summoned, they retained a certain level of know-how about a time and place, and here? he's not sure if any of that was applicable.

hence, he's made a mental note to be a little more on-guard. but, despite that firm resolution on his end, it doesn't stop him from exploring. hence, he ends up right behind aerith in the archway. he practices some caution not to startle, as he speaks.
] I'd say probably not.

But, there's only way to see for sure. [ is he suggesting the take a look? yeah, pretty much, but he does seem confident in spite of having zero answers. ]
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[personal profile] wrists 2022-08-15 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ where's the universe where he can sit around with his books and make bitchy remarks to passerby while other people attend him? honestly he'd like to go back to That.

at least they have this breeding thing in common.
]

I've been told by the strong Vaskian women of our neighboring kingdom that my cow eyes and particular stature would breed weak stock. [ if pretty ones. unfortunately, they do not value pretty ones. fortunately, he doesn't wish to breed at all. ] I am not made in miniature. They are just large women.

So necromancers are highly coveted people. They are like nobles, except they have actual value.

[ what if he likes war? the answer: yes. anyway. ]

It would be a boon if she were here. [ just to restate this very obvious fact, as he cuts down another dead dog. perhaps she has heard this many times, the lauding of necromancers over her own kind. it's something he's intimately familiar with in his own way, never able to live up to auguste's splendor — laurent has always been less liked, more petty, less honorable. auguste had simply been good in a way that laurent is not. and auguste had loved him, despite his sharp edges, in a way that no one else ever has.

harrowhark nonagesimus. laurent doubts she is as bad as gideon says.

he can just about make out the archway in the shroud of the mist, and he fleetingly wishes for a horse. he steps beside gideon.
]

The dogs are worse in the plaza. Run with me, and lead the way to your lodgings. If your speed is as good as your swordsmanship, we can outrun them.
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[personal profile] cheerleader 2022-08-15 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
[She hadn't meant to leave him and run. Sleep is hard to come by, but it's easier to manage in small doses with Eddie there. They stick together whenever they can, and she thinks he probably sleeps less than she does because he's keeping watch. But even he has to sleep sometime.

The series of events that transpire after she takes off at a run aren't really anyone's fault. But by the time he catches up to her, she's so caught up in a panic that she can't really tell it's him. All she feels is terror, and it isn't until she hears him saying his name that she's able to snap out of it enough that she blinks over at him.
]

Eddie?

[It feels no different than the day in the woods he had scared her in the middle of her seeing something. And the fact that she's still in the exact same place mentally doesn't feel great. In fact, it feels like she's a liability to him. That doesn't stop her from stepping forward to briefly hug him though. It's a sign that she's alright. Or as alright as she's ever going to be.]

Where are we supposed to go?

[Is there anywhere that's safe here? She's doubting that. But her hand still finds his, and she takes off in a hurry. They've got to find somewhere to lay low.]
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[personal profile] seaboard 2022-08-15 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ As it happens, she'd been raised around more than enough animals, to find it all familiar. Or perhaps little brothers and sisters who were always too young pretending they were too old. It often presented the same. The recoil, lack of contact and yet offering in want of it, whilst pretending that they didn't care one way or another. When Farfalee was younger, it often ran the same risk of getting bitten as one of the livestock dogs.

So she offers the same in a way. She makes no comment, knowing it would not be wanted. It was always easier if they could pretend it wasn't happening, even when they wanted it so much. Her arm looped around his shoulder and guided him against her side. Tucking him against the side of her neck where - she is warm from the sunshine of the day, and the sturdy linen of her dress is soft. There are no sharp lines, no threats, just comfort from someone not so worried and concerned. There she carefully ran her fingers against the back of his head in a soothing gesture.

He was not alone. There were things that could happen from tears that did not end in catastrophe.
]

Perhaps. If it comes to that. We cannot know their will. What their plan is. Why they have brought us here. I am sure it will show itself in time. But best to see to this, now.

[ To her mind, it is the workings of the Spirit, quite plainly. Everything pointed to it. The lack of consistency, presenting something that seemed like humanity might understand and yet missing details that should make it truly so. Revealing and hiding parts of the world. It struck her as one of her dreams, sent from the Sea-Father. It revealed much, caused stronger feelings, yet never made much sense if to be explained.

To it, she is simply patient. Just as she is with him now.

And if that is lonely, hurting, to her too, it is as much for her benefit as his, to hold someone, anyone at all. She had children, a husband, people all around her all her life, this emptiness gave her no comfort. Made her want, just as much, even a shred of connection.
]
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[personal profile] seaboard 2022-08-15 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ Painfully, again, like a children's game of darting your fingers across a flame, when you know it will burn, you know it will hurt, you know, you know, you know - she looks at him again. ]

He is my brother. One of them. I have many siblings.
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[personal profile] midsommaring 2022-08-15 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you. [She fumbles for a moment, but her hand finds the woman's hand. Takes it, squeezes it. As though she could draw strength from it, perhaps.]

It's why I can't seem to stop watching. No matter how horrible it is. I just... keep watching it play through.
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[personal profile] warbeast 2022-08-15 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ the singing surprises him, enough that he gives a noticeable jolt where he lays. she is so tender with him, and he does not begin to understand why. he has given her nothing, offered her nothing. he could be any other man and she would not know the difference. she does not understand that there is a monster in her bed, a killer, a demon, a brute. he is tamed and tethered for the moment, but that may not hold true.

he can see how she could have come to be so tattered.

his eyes flutter shut as he listens to the foreign song, mind wandering back through the years. his mother once sang to him. he remembers how she held him, how she smelled of hearth and home. he can feel where she is turned towards him, so carefully maintaining propriety between them.

he has no time or patience for it. he sighs, heavily, and then he wordlessly thrusts his arm beneath her neck, around her shoulders, and pulls her to rest in against his chest. his eyes do not open, and he does not otherwise stir. ]


If you keep giving without taking anything in return, you'll disappear.

[ his breaths slow, tension ebbing out of his body with his next words. ]

You are safe with me, Gilia. I can't promise you'll always be safe from me, but you are safe with me.

Rest. And sing, if it pleases you. But rest.
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[personal profile] springgirl 2022-08-15 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
The bear shrieking is a horrible, awful sound -- one that she wishes she could block out and never hear again. A silly thought, considering. Whatever she's feeling now has to be nothing compared to what the complete stranger next to her is going through. But she hears the words and understands, and her chest tightens painfully. She can almost hear those words coming from herself, guilt and grief mingling together. But she somehow manages to keep steady, focusing on getting the both of them away.

Cora catches her when she stumbles, giving her what she hopes is a reassuring squeeze. "Look, I don't know what you're talking about and I won't ask -- but what happened to who you lost is not your fault." It never is. "And right now you have to focus on moving so that thing doesn't get you--" A task seemingly easier said than done, if the bear's persistent footsteps are anything to go by. God, she doesn't even know this woman's name and here she is anyway.

Something makes her look back too, watching as the flames consume what was already such a nightmare. "Fuck off, ugly-- if you come any closer I'll drive this knife through your skull!" It's filled with venom and anger, born out of contempt for the creature and out of protectiveness for a complete stranger.
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[personal profile] shurajodo 2022-08-15 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
People suck. I wanna go home.

( He looks over Yuki's hands, then, and his wrists. Pale. )

Huh. Where'd yer dead point go?
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[personal profile] shurajodo 2022-08-15 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Ears?

( He nearly laughs at the question. )

I know it ain't a thing where I come from. Gonna show me a card trick?
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[personal profile] distastes 2022-08-15 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ were the world itself not a spectacle, dipped in the abyssal colors of war and strife, the fight for the creature's freedom may have drawn a more robust effort. but those are gathered here by the fire's light are hunted to the very precipice of their own minds and bodies, subject to exhaustion, to horror. and even the few rounds he'd fired at the handmaidens from what ammunition he'd had left in his pistol did not deter their march. only the sound of it struck the air, more punctuated than a storm, more shortlived. only the image bound to its own pyre wails into the night, hemmed by the roar of flame, the coughing and retching.

chonghua can't attend to them all, but the woman nearest to him draws his attention with the slew of words that materialize on the ground before her. quietly, he kneels so as to block some of them out, taking his coat and draping it across her frame. soon it will smell of smoke, but its insides still harbor the scent of rain and cedar.
]

It won't burn forever.
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[personal profile] shurajodo 2022-08-15 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
What would ya want? I dunno how the fuck that stuff's gonna affect me so we either do it now or some other day.

( Enter: work mode. But not for long; he takes the joint. )

... 'm new at this.
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[personal profile] midsommaring 2022-08-15 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe if we -- if we find another --" She catches sight of one of the grates on the wall. It's almost too dark to see what's inside, and she's blind with panic anyway.

"Help me?" she asks, tugging at the grate to try and get it loose. "It's too small for the bear, but it's big enough for us. If we can get in -- "
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[personal profile] cheerleader 2022-08-15 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Chrissy takes no issue with staying close to someone here. It's smart to keep close to someone. In fact, she wishes they had taken on a few more to sit and lay with them. The more eyes the better, even if she's pretty sure more warm bodies is just a bigger liability in the end.

Or maybe it's just always her role to be the liability, as she manages to soundly fall asleep. Her nightmares still bother her, but she restlessly sleeps through them. It's only the tugging that causes her to stir. Her eyes abruptly open wide, lips parted in a silent scream that's never vocalized.

Too terrified to do anything at first, it takes Alina ushering her out of bed for her legs to feel like they work. They're trembling along with the rest of her, because the flying monster isn't alone. Behind it is something that looks remarkably like the thing that hunted her down and killed her back in Hawkins. Eddie calls it Vecna.

Chrissy doesn't care what it's called. She just knows they have to get away. Her hand reaches out for Alina's, and together they move swiftly and silently through the room. Leading the way to the window, she gestures for Alina to climb through first. And the second it's clear, she's practically leaping out of it, falling into a heap on the ground.

There's no time to care about that, no time to worry about scrapes or bruises. A hand is offered and she's hoisted to her feet, before they take off running through the fog.
]

You know what that flying monster was, right?

[Because if Alina doesn't, she's perfectly fine saying it's some kind of hellbat and leaving it at that.]
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[personal profile] smokes 2022-08-15 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ someone noticing him McLosing it? truly the only thing he needs is to die of embarrassment. he doesn't cry?? he's not the crying kind of person. he's the "i'll hold all my feelings here forever and then one day i'll die" kind of person. which is why, instead of leaping to "i am feeling a strong emotion", he really just wants to believe that he's dying. that's a more logical train of thought. ]

No, I — I dunno. [ he catches his breath for a minute. or tries to. ] I think I'm — I had a panic attack? I dunno. I started thinking about ... it reminded me of my dad, and...
smokes: (you need blood)

[personal profile] smokes 2022-08-15 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ alex's new galaxy brain plan is to cough blood on himself to make the words (on his clothes which were definitely on his clothes the whole time because i know how to read) go away. spoilers: it doesn't help.

he does that a break from his apparent death throes, however, to answer the person moving towards him. ]


Been better, been worse... [ one more cough. okay yeah. there we go. ] Fuck this shit. If it's hell, it's not even a very good one. You okay?
smokes: (if you wanna be profound)

a blood red sea

[personal profile] smokes 2022-08-15 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ alex has an aversion to the beach under normal circumstances — sand gets everywhere, he burns like a lobster — here, whatever passes for the beach is cooler in comparison. unsettling, but cooler. if he's going to go outside, he might as well be here.

he's deep in his own thoughts (mostly variations on "where the fuck am i" with breaks to wonder what's past all the fog) until he hears another person. an attractive person, in a hot professor kind of way. can't ignore that.

clad in black and with a light accent that says "new england", he asks ]


Why'd you think you were gonna die at sea? You a sailor or something?
cheerleader: (chrissy19)

into the fog

[personal profile] cheerleader 2022-08-15 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh my god, she's about to die. Again.

That's the only thing Chrissy can think as she shines a flashlight, and winds up taking pretty quick notice of a gun barrel looking right back at her. She's absolutely terrified as it is, and that doesn't do much more beyond make her tremble a little more. Which of course, causes the flashlight to shake in her hand. It dances along the thick fog for a moment as she curses under her breath and fumbles with the light.

Eventually she gets it off, but now she's feeling a little more on edge. Her tiptoeing toward the other girl is done cautiously, with Chrissy holding the flashlight like she can use it as a bludgeoning weapon.

It's only when she gets in closer that she can really make out the shape of the person that's just held her at gunpoint, and she's left awestruck as it sinks in just who it is.
]

Nancy? Nancy Wheeler?

[They're not really friends, but they used to run in the same circle back when Nancy was with Steve. It feels like forever ago now, but it couldn't have been more than a year or so ago. Still, it's another life for Chrissy. Everything back in Hawkins feels like she's detached from it, but she's at least able to sound relieved that she's found a relatively familiar face.

Only...

She's startled by the sight of Nancy like this. But she guesses it's no better than the blood and grime she's covered in on the outside, or the trauma and mental scars she has tucked away on the inside. So she smiles, something small and filled with understanding.

If it's not this place that's putting them on edge, it must be the things going on back home, right? Not that Chrissy knows anyone else is aware of the things she's seen and experienced. But plenty of other weird things have happened, and a girl can't be too safe out there. So Chrissy holds up both of her hands to show she's unarmed, and drops the flashlight in the process.
]

It's really you, isn't it? [There's a pause before she shifts her attention toward the gun.] And where did you find that?

[Because she's thinking she would very much like to have one too, please.]
vacat: (pic#15595285)

[personal profile] vacat 2022-08-15 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
Sick? ( he sounds amused by the thought. ) That would be a fun experience.

( he seems satisfied with her answer though, not particularly interested in the notion of making a tiny human girl carry a large dog for him. so instead, he sheathes his blade and bends down to pick the mutt up by its now lopsided neck. )

There is only one way to find out, so I will test it out first. ( he is more than happy to be the guinea pig. ) We're running out of food, have you noticed? ( supplies are limited and some of the food have started to show signs of rot. ) I don't plan to starve.
vacat: (pic#15595293)

[personal profile] vacat 2022-08-15 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
It's meat. ( he rolls the canine over with his foot. ) Leaving it would be a waste.

( he didn't accidentally kill the dog just to let somebody else have at it. )

I need a giant bag so I can bring it home with me. With some extras. ( because obviously one isn't enough. )
vacat: (pic#15595305)

[personal profile] vacat 2022-08-15 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
( it was an accident!!!

pisces stares at the boy for an unbearably long moment, his hollowed eyes eerie from within the depths of the hood. he seems to be deep in thought, but eventually, he nods his head.
) You're right. I should get my own. Except— ( he holds up a finger. ) I don't know where to find one. I need a big bag.

( he stretches out his arms indicatively. ) Like this big. It's important. ( he points at the kid's backpack. ) Where did you get that? Is there a bags store around here? Do they have them in the size I want?
springgirl: (eleven)

[personal profile] springgirl 2022-08-15 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
[It's a sad laugh, sure -- but it's something, so Cora decides to take it. She even makes a face when he admits to not being too crazy about Shakespeare, feigning offense just for a moment before amusement takes its place. She'll be the first to admit that it isn't for everyone, even when it just happens to be her strongest passion.]

Fair enough. I thought it was-- I don't know, I liked it. If you know enough it sounds like poetry, almost. [...Now isn't the time to unleash her love for theater on some poor, unsuspecting stranger. But it's comforting to know that her efforts aren't going to waste.] I guess it just depends on the person. And anyway, I still understand it better than what I just saw.

[She watches him carefully, gaze studying the way he tries to brush off his tears off with another laugh.]

...It's nice to meet you, Steve. Weird, depressing play aside. I, uh... really won't hold the crying thing against you if we meet again after this. If you were worried at all.