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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.

Lastly, we are in need of mods! We're most in need of help for processing apps and activity. If we aren't able to get some additional mods, we will have to place a cap on applications, and we're hoping we won't have to do that. If you're interested, please send us a message over on the mod contact page. We've gotten the mod volunteers we needed so we should be all clear to proceed without an applications cap. Thank you to everyone who showed interest!
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sound and light!

[personal profile] kletva 2022-08-17 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ there was nothing normal about the quietude of this place that's stretched across the last few days.

the odd puppet show that catches her eye, draws her towards it as the scene plays out, just as some part of her second guesses, not for the first time, if this was still somehow all of her doing. that maybe this is another hex that she's drawn around herself without her knowing but her magic remains stubbornly absent no matter how hard she tries to call it back.

maybe she should be relieved that its gone, but it just makes her scared.

so when the puppet show starts, it is almost a relief to find something else strange about this place, more than it already has been.

she lingers around until her (first) watch-through finishes and she wants to move on when someone's sniffling catches her attention and has her looking around.

a boy, who seems to notice her just in turn. something softens in her expression, just a little. he's young, and lost, like everyone here. maybe that's the source of his upset?
] Are you okay? [ she offers, quietly, and not without sympathy. ]
midsommaring: (is trying to convince myself i'm alive)

[personal profile] midsommaring 2022-08-17 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
She thinks of blood splattered on stone. The mallet -- oh god had she really seen that not so long ago? At least her family had died bloodlessly, not in a sticky mess like this.

She can see shapes in the dark. Something that looks like chains, maybe. Hooks.

She doesn't want to think about it.

"Hey," she says back, squeezing Cora's hand in return. "I'm Dani. We'll be safe in here. I think. Until that thing goes away."
springgirl: (eight)

Bonefires

[personal profile] springgirl 2022-08-17 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Honestly, after all the weird violence that she's seen in this place so far... Cora isn't exactly keen on trying to be a good and helpful person again. It's nice that the fire offers safe comfort, and she's incredibly tempted to stay there and not involve herself in anything else -- no matter how much the dark figure creeps her out. But the pale person (if she could even call it that) upon the frame doesn't look like they can help themselves.

She's mortified, and the expression doesn't really change when a stranger addresses her and asks if they should help.]


Immolation-- ...you know what, I don't want to know. But if you want to try rescuing them I have to know if you can fight or not. [She gives the girl a considering look, figuring that she's at least a few years younger.] ...So?
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[personal profile] mercedis 2022-08-17 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
( his eyes narrow, and something in him worries, gnaws at the details--it's never good to go first, as though turning his back on this person might be the worst thing he can do. he doesn't know what's inside the confines of that deep red cape, doesn't even really know what the stranger looks like, and for a moment, he wants to be contrary. wants to demand that the stranger shuffle himself out the window first. he'll get his back.

but then--the size difference. it pains him, but he's pretty short compared to this guy, so it's likely meant to be something of a solace, for him to get helped up through it.

that, of course, just puts him in a worse mood. )


I don't need help. ( yes, he does. climbing onto the desk is all good and well, but no matter how strong he is, he can't haul himself up to that window without a little help. ) ...Hang on.

( it scares him, rattles him in irritation, but: he unclips the buster sword, holds it for one long moment before he turns to the stranger and, with little ceremony, lifts a foot so that he can use the stranger's hand as a boost. when he finally can get his arms folded on the windowsill, he shoves the buster sword through the opening first, hearing it clatter outside before he hoists himself through the window.

--and, of course, lands in something of an awkward roll on the cement outside, his bare arms scuffed up by the landing. )
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[personal profile] wrists 2022-08-17 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
You cannot cut my clothes apart. Even my — [ slave? damen? brother's killer? his uncle's cruelest scheme, to gift him auguste's murderer and their enemy kingdom's prince as a slave. he can't even begin to explain it to gideon. anyway, he hates damen, the damned brute. ] Even the most mentally deficient at the palace can undress a man.

[ her cloak, however, is warm, and he pulls it delicately around his shoulders as an inconvenient shiver passes through him. to be the smallest modicum of helpful, he loosens the laces at his wrist.

he finally sees that the photographs are labeled by levels of attraction, his eyes passing over the blonde princess with disinterest, moving down to those banished to the lower tiers. one catches his eye, dark hair, something severe in the expression. the one gideon points out is the same. the skeleton-maker.

laurent has seen corpses on the battlefield, on a flogging post, a detached head here and there, but he has never studied a proper skeleton up close. he's heard they populate the palace dungeons, but that was never any place for a prince.
]

There is a skeleton on your wall. [ the numbness in his arm is wearing off, replaced with a sort of burning sensation that is not pleasant to experience. ] I will require a drink.

[ laurent does not drink. he just imagines it will make this moment more bearable. ]
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[personal profile] springgirl 2022-08-17 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
"As safe as we can be in a weird, bloody room." It's bitter humor, but she's immediately grateful for the squeeze to her hand. For the way Dani gives her name in return. A small, faintly amused smile tugs at her lips before it softens. "It's... nice to meet you, Dani. Circumstances aside. I think you're doing pretty good for someone being chased by a flaming bear."

They're both panicked and scared, she knows. It's only natural to be in a situation like this. Her smile falls, but she still forces herself to keep her gaze on the woman next to her. They have to make it through this. She can't just freeze again, unable to do anything until it's too late. "There was-- ...there was something chasing me, too. But I don't know where it went. And I think there's more out there. I heard sounds coming from a few other apartments before I got out."
midsommaring: (what i want you to)

[personal profile] midsommaring 2022-08-17 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
Dani pulls Cora close, wrapping her in a tight hug she feels they both need. "We're going to make it out of this," she says, as much to herself as to Cora.

God, the idea of more -- things out there. Chasing them down. "I don't know where they came from. I just woke up to the sound of it banging on my door. And then it broke through and -- thank god you were there."
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[personal profile] guitarpicks 2022-08-17 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ they're both tactile people so the hand holding and running? that's find with eddie all around, they both fall into it.

eddie helps push that shelf over. he's not strong, no steve harrington, but he's got upper body strength and adrenaline going for him. plus, he's got more muscle on him than chrissy so he's doing the majority of the pushing. not that he minds. eddie keeps moving after that, if only because otherwise he's sure he'll have another panic attack. it's been nearly a month and it doesn't get easier. how the fuck did the kids do it?

the backroom's poorly lit and after they move the shelf, eddie scrambles around to see if he can find anything like a flashlight in the small desk or in any of the shelves that line the walls. eventually he has to give up, sits down along the wall beside chrissy and pulls his lighter out of his pocket to light it. so they have the flame between them until their eyes adjust. ]
Fuck.

I think-- I think it's okay for now. [ maybe if he says it with a bit of bravado, channeling someone other than himself, he'll believe it. he lets out a breath, reaches to wrap an arm around chrissy because there's safety in that. ]
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[personal profile] springgirl 2022-08-17 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
The hug makes her tense up immediately-- because of course it does, she can't remember the last time she let someone hug her. Asking for physical affection was letting herself be vulnerable, and she couldn't let herself have that. Not anymore. But rather than pushing her away like she normally would've... something clicks. Maybe it's because she isn't alone this time, or maybe it's because Dani is being so kind and hugging a complete stranger without hesitation. But she returns the hug instead, holding her in return. Tightly and securely.

She hears the soothing words, but she can't bring herself to respond for a few seconds. There are tears in her eyes that she's grateful Dani can't see, daring to spill down her cheeks uninterrupted. "...I don't know where they came from, either. It's like something from my nightmares just... jumped out and came to life. That doesn't sound as crazy as it should."
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[personal profile] guitarpicks 2022-08-17 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
Probably another day. [ a tattoo while high could be fun, sure, but only when the person tattooing him isn't getting their cherry popped when it comes to mary jane.

he watches gara for a moment, taps his fingers along his thigh as he thinks. ]
a d20 die and uh, a coffin. [ for two parts of his life that are important to him, that feel so out of reach right now. ]

Oh. Uh. You inhale it into your mouth, inhale again into your lungs if you haven't smoked before. Hold it for a bit and let go.
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[personal profile] guitarpicks 2022-08-17 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ while eddie is talking out loud, it's more for his own sake than anyone else. sometimes it just helps to keep the words going, to force them out of his throat as he teeters on the edge of a panic attack or his asthma threatens to overtake him. it's been happening a lot lately, here on this false paradise of an island.

eddie's talking, pushing out utterances but he doesn't expect anything or anyone to talk back even if he's in a home that could be occupied.

he's digging through a drawer and grabs on to whatever he finds there, a fork, holds it out like a weapon as he spins around at the sound of a voice.

he sees a man standing behind him looking too put together for this. too put together when eddie had let out another 'jesus christ!' and jumped, when his hand is shaking. but the question, if meant to disarm, lands because what is his middle name? eddie says the words a lot, has been repeating them like a mantra since the upside down and throughout his life. ]
Uh.

H-Harold? [ probably not but he has a vague memory of hearing that somewhere. maybe his old man in a distant memory, one where things were relatively alright and eddie hadn't been scared. that's probably not what the church would say, probably, but what does eddie know? only blasphemy, only the sort of shit that has people thinks he's dancing with the devil when he's just trying to play a game with his friends. ]
isola: 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵: 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬 (phantom regrets - iii)

[personal profile] isola 2022-08-17 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
{ The attempt to hide away a fragility reminds him of his distortion when he first started working for Jack. He hesitates, unsure of what to do. He’s never been great at having to face other’s sorrow. Irony aside. Is he reading it correctly? Will gulps.

Dani reminds Will of someone he failed. Another young girl that a world wanted to swallow up. Suddenly his hands are starting to clam into fists. His own eyes are also beginning to sting. Part of him wants to walk into the ocean. It’s more vast than the sea, has more depth. }


I’m sorry. Some things are not worth uncovering.
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[personal profile] agnitio 2022-08-17 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
Oh.

[ It is what Shalem can muster out.

Lucien is still seeking answers and fragments of the past. He cannot understand that desire. Did he not suffer enough in searching for memories of what should be forgotten?

His head drops slightly; the usual melancholy of the man radiating outward. ]


I would have thought you had changed some, but you are still the same. [ There is no admonishment in what he says. ] You're very strong. But I think --

[ He pauses. So much of themselves have been taken in coming to this strange place.

Shalem can no longer feel the ability to use his arts. His very body is different than what it was. So much is not right. So, even if Lucien were to fall prey to old memories, he would be much easier to subdue.

Even so, that is not something he wishes for nor wants. Even if it might be an easier situation to deal with, that does not mean he wishes for Lucien to suffer it yet again. ]


I think seeking out old places is an endeavor best left alone.
isola: 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵: 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 ( 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘵 ) (watch me burn - ii)

[personal profile] isola 2022-08-17 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
Some people are even more. { He is, and it remains unsaid. It’s enough for one of the shadow puppets to stop, the rest of the play still continuing how it is. This one puppet stares, a glass doll with no emotion to its core. He leans back into his seat. Is someone watching? He has to consider the possibility, has to consider all of them. It then goes back to its motions as if it never occurred. It’s startling. }

Did you see it? Out of place. { A beat. } Sorry. Self-heal? { There’s some curiosity in his tone, abide distracted. He’s not sure what to believe. Beyond the fog or anything alike. }

I used to have encephalitis. It made me see things. I thought it came back when I arrived. { His being is compelled again, meeting Abby in a crossroad and making him choose a direction. He doesn’t like making decisions. } I’m assuming it’s only physical and not mental? Your mending? If that is what you’re saying.

{ Healing and making are two different and dangerous aspects on a double edged sword. He’s known both, and someone is alluding, which puts him slightly on edge. It isn’t visible. He doesn’t think Abby will harm him, so far. Will is trying to hold to his piece of mind. He inquires for his sake. }
midsommaring: (bye i don't wanna)

[personal profile] midsommaring 2022-08-17 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
No, it's not your fault. [Dani reaches out to touch his arm briefly. Trying to reassure while she gathers herself back together. It's not his fault. It's no one's fault but her own. She should have checked in with Terri more. She should have gone over that night instead of just calling.

All her fault.

ho-ah.

She wipes at her eyes and attempts a reassuring smile. At least the corners of her mouth tilt upward, slightly.]
I um, I lost my family. A few months ago. Murder-suicide. Still a lot to process. But the more you talk about it, the easier it becomes to talk about it. To start the healing process. If I repress it, then I'm not doing anything but hurting myself.
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[personal profile] 37stitches 2022-08-17 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's hard to focus in this place, Abby thinks, and closes his eyes for a moment. Breathe in, then hold for four. Exhale. His uncle taught him that, too. Sometimes it helps when things get loud. But they're not loud now. Will's not loud at all, just talking, existing. But people are a lot, sometimes. Especially when he's sober.

But Will was nice to Jenny. So, it's probably okay. Even though Abby's telling him these things, the words out in the air and no one can take them back now. ]


I'm not crazy.

[ He says it very softly, half-muffled by Jenny's fur. ]

It's - mhmm. Physical. Or it was. I can't do it here.

[ He lifts his head, watching Will. Stricken, yet again, by the thought that someone might get hurt and he won't be able to do anything. ]

But she's here and I made her, so I don't...I don't know.
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[personal profile] solitairy 2022-08-17 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
It is because I do not remember that I strive to know. [phantom has never had the luxury of having all of his memories intact. what happened that night he debuted? so on and so forth.]

And I must know... There are secrets in this darkness but instead of yielding to me, they are now my greatest obstacle.

[then he shakes his head and looks out the window.]

A cloak of mine is in a building, a suit for work, my work for Rhodes Island. Not a trinket of childhood, but of days only recently passed.
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[personal profile] spacejuggler 2022-08-17 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[...Ah, that's--]

I am not cross with you! I am simply...

[Irida's tone is sharp when she says that much, and that's...okay, she just kind of. Breathes. Tries to school it back a bit.]

...This entire blasted world is an affront to everything I know and cherish from the vast Hisui I call my home. I do not like the idea of sitting about and twiddling my thumbs, especially without my partner here with me. I want to think of a plan to get out of here, but outside of this, it feels there is no way to properly prepare.

[...]

Do you not feel the same, in a place like this?
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[personal profile] agnitio 2022-08-17 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
And it is because I remember that I strive to forget. [ His lips press into a tiny, weary smile. Yet again, he does not denounce what is said, but only sorry that he continues to flee when he has the answers to save Phantom from his internal strife. ]

Lucien --

[ Shalem steps forward. He, for once, does not have the words of comfort or consolation to offer. The matter is something far too close to him, and he shies away from anything that would touch on old memories. ]

I fear we may be being played with, and so we should move with caution.
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[personal profile] cheerleader 2022-08-17 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Okay? [Chrissy can only repeat him, sounding skeptical. None of this is okay. His being here is terrible, especially since she feels like it's somehow her fault. These things that are chasing them are terrifying. And they're both covered in blood. She doesn't know how blood even managed to soak through the bed they were sharing.

But his arm is around her and that feels relatively safe. Even if his heart is racing the same as hers is, they at least can rely on one another. That's something, isn't it?
]

It has to be okay. I'm too tired to keep running.

[They had broken into a run after falling asleep. Much needed sleep, since insomnia seemed to bother the both of them. She had to wonder if it was staying awake to avoid nightmares for him too. But she hadn't worked up the courage to ask him yet. That didn't seem to be changing anytime soon.

She leans up against him, sighing tiredly. Everything here is exhausting. still, she turns without leaving the shelter of his arm, and moves so she can firmly press her legs against the shelf they've pushed over. She may not be strong but she has great lower body strength. If it comes down to it, she can probably push against the shelf to keep anything from getting in.
]

Are you okay? I mean, those things didn't hurt you did they?
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[personal profile] solitairy 2022-08-17 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
A defender of people, are you? [it could be inferred from context clues after all.

though phantom is not the sort to accept protection. even if he works with a myriad of people from day to day he is best deployed alone.]


In the encroaching darkness, it's best to take care and and find the light so many need to feel safe in it. Unless the dark has been your companion for so long, it is merciless.
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[personal profile] cheerleader 2022-08-17 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
[At least they're on the same page. Chrissy can smile in appreciation, laughing softly to try and dispel some of the anxiety she's feeling. It won't do to just stand around and be creeped out by the pictures that are here. They'll need to do something about it. She just isn't sure what.

Because something is powerful enough to pull them all in. Someone is definitely watching. Someone knows that this exact family picture is enough to unsettle her. And because of that, she's almost eager to get away.
]

I'm Chrissy. [She introduces herself, smiling a little more warmly. It feels strange to smile given the circumstances, but moping around isn't going to help anything ether.]

And yeah, I'll go with you. I think with how weird everything has been so far, it's better that we stick together.

[So she links her arm through Aerith's, and lets her lead the way.]

Have you been inside any of the stores yet?
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[personal profile] solitairy 2022-08-17 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
But...

[what words does he have for this man who knows well the atrocities of days past? shalem knows, phantom does not-- should he not listen? but phantom has never asked shalem what he knows, all because the man was not there when phantom's song emerged for the first time and killed so many of their friends, even his beloved children.

he breathes deep in a sigh. if he had his ears, they would have sagged.]


You wish to leave, I mustn't stop you. [but shalem wants to leave with phantom, and phantom? he is reluctant.]
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[personal profile] guitarpicks 2022-08-17 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
Think this place isn't what it's cut out to be? [ it's the sort of place that looks too good to be true, after all. is empty except for the bodies, the people, filling the space that only showed up when eddie did too. it's ominous, the sort of thing he'd put into a campaign to lull the players into a false sense of security until something struck.

so a weapon is a good idea so even if the other doesn't answer, eddie files that way.

he watches as the stubs out the spark on the photograph, takes a drag of the cigarette he's holding in his right hand. a long one, holds it for a moment and then exhales to the side. some people hate the smoke. ]
Sorry, man. [ but then he nods, thinks back to the photos in the space he'd settled in. the hellfire club, corroded coffin, his uncle, his parents. moments he hadn't photographed but that matter. ]

Yeah. A couple of my dad I wanted to burn too. [ he says after a moment, glancing down at the charred material under the other man's boot. eddie doesn't talk about his dad often, if at all, but something about this place has made him vulnerable. ] You're on to something there.
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[personal profile] guitarpicks 2022-08-17 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ eddie nods once, sharp. the flame he has going flickers and he has to shut the lid of his lighter after a moment, if only because he's not sure why it does that when there's nothing in the room with them.

it's better to be safe than sorry at what feels like the end of the world. ]
We'll wait it out here.

[ there's no need to be stupid, to try to be heroes. ] Uh? The demo-bats? [ he shakes his head. ] Nah, they didn't get me.

Those things took chunks out of Harrington back-- back home. I'm haven't become dinner yet. [ a little sardonic, laced with humor because that's easier than the ridiculousness of it all. ] Are you okay? You hit the fence and... All I saw when I woke up was blood. [ and his arm tightens around her shoulder. all eddie can think of is chrissy floating up, of her blood then. of the way she-- he shudders and cuts off that train of thought. ]