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Apocalypse How Mods ([personal profile] apocalypsehowmods) wrote in [community profile] apocalypsehowcomm2023-12-23 04:54 pm

Event - Apocalypse How


Apocalypse How

A grand, circulate ballroom done in gold and blue.
(cw: spiders, manipulation, brief physical control/restraint)

All at once, it's over. The last room–you know it is the last–and whatever lies beyond it. You and your companions or you, by yourself, open the door and find yourself faced with a grand, circular ballroom. There are too many doors leading off from it–around the walls, in the floor, in the ceiling–and they all seem to open simultaneously to reveal the other off-worlders who entered this house. The ones who are still alive, anyway.

The space you look upon must once have been host to extravagant balls and feasts… if it ever actually existed. Now, its gold and blue gleam are smothered beneath thick, ropey webbing. At the center of the room is an archway of webs along with two familiar faces: Reyes Amador and Bonnie Gale, the latter with a half-healed cut over one eye. The pair are hugging one another, but pull apart as they find their solitude broken.

Reyes flexes their fingers and for just a moment, your body is not your own. You can see faint strands connecting to each and every person to their fingertips. The spider silk simply holds people in place, rather than forcing them to do anything.

"My friends," Reyes says. "We have found it. We have done it. We have created a way to get out of this place. To get home. Thank you for coming when we called. When my Bonnie and the house called." Bonnie raises her hand awkwardly before wrapping it around Reyes' arm. "Witness now. We are ready to make this happen. I learned from someone who came to this world the same way we'll exit. I know what we must do."

They take a breath, then turn to the archway. Reyes raises the arm Bonnie isn't holding and speaks, their voice reverberating unnaturally in the space as the webs vibrate and hum and seem to draw something from everyone.

"Upon a wide and open plain, there sits a house that once was famed for fifteen windows tall and thin, designed to let intruders in. Twisting round this white-washed frame are vines and thorns and metal chain… and links that rust in dusty brown and burn and bite into the ground. Come to this house and see inside, all ups and downs and side-to-sides. And feel the things we fear the most in broken self and time and ghosts. Come here upon this hallowed ground and hear my voice, my call, my sound. Hear me now, oh, dreadful things, the blood that sings inside my veins:

"Hear me now, you things that bite,
And rot and dig and flee and fight.
And burn and hide and change and know
And bleed and fade and spin and show
A side that is not truly there
And stretch the endless, cosmic tears.
Hear me now, you things that weave
Who pull the strings to let us leave!

"Hear me–hear us. And exit!"

A deafening sound rips through the room at the same time everything is overtaken by a blindingly white light. The power holding people in place is gone, severed with the burst. When sight and hearing return, the ballroom is shaking, the webs straining and snapping in places, but at the center, in the archway, is a bright, sickly glow of deep purple energy. Bonnie is holding Reyes where they seem to have partially collapsed on her shoulder.

Reyes lifts their head. "My friends… go! We must go while we can."


➥ Mod Notes
  • GENERAL - Players may speak with Reyes, Bonnie, and/or each other here. Ultimately, they are going to have an ICly limited amount of time to make a decision about what to do. You may tag in for NPC threads until 11:59 PM Pacific Time on 8 January. Players are welcome to tag in for threads with each other beyond that!

    The choice is to stay or to leave. For those who wish to leave, they will be able to do so before anyone can stop them. If your character would choose to stay ICly, but you OOCly want them to leave, easy enough to say a friend pulled them or the power of the portal dragged them in because they were too close.

    For those who wish to stay, effort will need to be made to get out of the house before it collapses or you may find yourself dead. If your character would choose to leave ICly, but you OOCly want them to stay, easy enough to say the portal destabilized before they could get through for one reason or another. There's no fear gauntlet to face on the way out of the house. All of the Entities are pressing at the barrier to the places beyond this world that have opened up. However, it is still dangerous as the house falls down around your ears.

    A final post will be made after the results of the poll that will provide an overview of the world anyone who stays will be stepping into. For those who leave, your ending is your own to choose, whether that's another DWRP game, going back to your own reality, or going to a different reality. Regardless, if you leave, you are marked and you carry some piece of the Dread Powers with you to infect the next world you arrive in. Perhaps they get there before you or perhaps it's after, but they will be present in this new reality now, whether or not your character lives to see their rise and potential fall.

    Please be sure to vote in the OOC POLL so that we know where characters will be going to decide the endgame state. The date to respond to this poll is the same as the NPC tag-in cut off: 11:59 PM Pacific on 8 January.

ferriswheelsandfootball: (Neutral - Could be)

Sheppard | OTA

[personal profile] ferriswheelsandfootball 2023-12-24 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
[So that just happened. Sheppard's still in huntbeast form as a giant, seven-foot lynx-like creature, either unable or unwilling to turn back, and the moment he's freed from the power in the webs he snarls and starts pacing. If someone has never seen him in this form, it's definitely Sheppard's voice that comes out of the monster.

He turns to whoever's around, near him, or maybe he crosses the room to address you personally.

They don't have much time.]


I don't trust this! Do you?
bossyboiler: ((white) 30)

Kate Cordello - Original - OTA

[personal profile] bossyboiler 2023-12-25 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Kate has seen better days. Her hair is frazzled. There's blood everywhere some of which isn't hers. She's dirty and her entire face is red from crying and screaming. ]

We can't go. They just admitted that they want us to infect our own worlds. We have to stay.
worthallthis: (out of it)

Bucky/Winter - OTA

[personal profile] worthallthis 2023-12-26 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
Winter is not in the best shape. Not because he's injured, but because he's so far beyond upset he's practically unresponsive. The momentary lack of control of his own body almost goes unnoticed, and he only struggles against it blindly for the last moments of it until he's freed to slump against Rogers, catching himself on his shoulder.

He stares at the portal for a long moment in silence.

He never thought they could go back. He hasn't really wanted to. Everything he ever cared about was in Gloucester.

But. There's a world out there where Yelena isn't dead. For a moment, through the fog in his head, he's... tempted.
lowficharm: (« [Scared] NO MORE WORMS)

martin blackwood | ota, i'll match your format!

[personal profile] lowficharm 2023-12-29 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
[As soon as they all enter, as soon as he can't move, Martin feels like everything is happening in slow motion. He wasn't there when Jon did the ritual back in his England, back when he was racing home as the sky darkened and everything was going wrong and he knew everything had been too good to be true. This time he gets to see it- gets to feel it in his chest, the tears in his eyes, the knowledge that he failed.

But what opens is a portal. It's not the end of the world, not yet, but it's not better. It's not good.

And as soon as he can move, he's running full-tilt to the middle of the room and throwing his hands wide, between everyone else and the portal.]


You-- you can't! You can't go! You'll bring them with you!
ruevealing: (or your feet? ♪)

delloso de la rue | ota

[personal profile] ruevealing 2023-12-29 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
Nia's dead.

[There's a touch of ferocity mixed in with the sadness of the owlbear's tone. The blood covering their dress and feathers is red, not the color fae blood.]

Her dying wish was for all of us to know this was a trap and that we needed to leave this building immediately. She - [and Rue has no problem shooting a look over to where Bonnie is wrapped up with Reyes.] - Disguised herself as Nia to lure us all in. It was a lie from the very beginning, one the real Nia died trying to protect us from.

How are we to trust anything they say?
dangerousmind: (355)

Aelwyn Abernant | OTA

[personal profile] dangerousmind 2023-12-29 08:37 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a disturbing calmness to Aelwyn, as everyone panics and weeps and explodes with emotion, Aelwyn feels... nothing. Maybe this is what they mean when they talk about the lightless flame.

She remembers conversations with Jon, where she would arrogantly put forward her theories to the archivist and he would shoot her down as someone misunderstanding and blundering her way with preconceptions of "ways to win" or "free will."

The Spider wants her through that gate, she's sure of it, and she wants to brutalize the Spider. She wants to roast the Spider over a roaring flame and feast on it's charred flesh.]


This is the only way we can win, you know.

[There's a madness in her. How long has it been there? How long ago did she become a monster? It wasn't during her trip, when she'd committed yet another act of murder, and it wasn't even after she arrived here.

That same megalomania that brought Penelope Everpetal into an early casket has always been in Aelwyn. The fire has simply nurtured it within her.]


Reyes and Bonnie are idiots - in over their heads. But for once, the Entities are too. We can - I can lead them like pigs to the slaughter. [Her mouth twists into a grin and she laughs. She doesn't even notice the tears A relief. An ache. She'd resigned herself to giving up on it. Giving up on Adaine and... well, that's about it. Who cares about the rest of the universe in comparison to the two people she has any love left for? Mercy and the mere concept of a sister she treated with nothing but disdain.

She just has to find and kill her mama and papa.]
wewillwewill: (a-elidibus-sigil)

Cast Bar (OTA)

[personal profile] wewillwewill 2024-01-05 08:10 am (UTC)(link)
[OOC: Elidibus will be seeking to destroy or hasten the time the portal has until closing again. His actions will in no way prevent some people from escaping, etc as far as player autonomy goes even if he succeeds in cutting the timer. Think of them as giving those who want to stay OOCly but would leave ICly a reason to stay.]

Elidibus stood watching. Listening.

There had been much and more he had experienced in this house. The horrors, the fears. The... crimes he had inflicted on innocent lives under the influence of the Entities.

These were acknowledged but they must wait for just a moment. Here and now was the answer to all that had happened. Or at least... all that had been built up to. Not all the answers were here, and they never were. He could not necessarily say the decision he was coming to was the best way forward or even a good one; there really wasn't much time.

But he would make it nonetheless and deal with the consequences.

"This must not pass."

Fear had been in abundance. So it's no surprise he still has some power left to him. Wards are risen to try and prevent manipulators from stopping him, to try and aid in preventing interruption- though it is not as if concerted effort couldn't curtail or stop him.

And spellwork is gathered. A red sigil appears superimposed over his features- an instinctive message of the importance of his intentions, though something only one person on this star would probably understand or find relevant.

"Such entities must not be allowed to spread to the stars. To the realities beyond their current reach. Even if there is no other way home, I ...as Elidibus cannot stand by and allow this exodus."