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Event - Lullaby


Lullaby

➥ For You Never Shut Your Eye

Photo of a small grassy area within an urban environment. Two men are passed out across the grass and sidewalk. There is a purple gradient filter over the photo.
(cw: supernaturally-induced sleep/fatigue, supernaturally-induced sleep disorders/somniloquy, needles/injections)

The line between waking and sleep is beginning to blur. People will find themselves sleeping far too much, but it never feels like enough. The music is growing more prevalent and persistent throughout town. The effect is still weaker within the building, but as October wears on, more and more people are affected and ADI staff are more intent than ever to find the source and also figure out how to block the effects. Characters will find themselves conscripted (between Halloween Party preparations) into assisting with building or testing anti-music and sleep devices along or with helping to try to track down the source of the music.

For those helping to build and test devices, there is an R&D lab in the basement levels of ADI that will be available. Devices native staff have been able to devise include:

  • Headphones that play different frequencies to try to cancel out the sound of the singing.
  • An armband that periodically stabs a small needle into the arm with a small dosage of adrenaline.
  • Headbands set to a constant low vibration.
The efficacy of all of these devices is… questionable, but perhaps others may have their own expertise to lend to the efforts, attempting something on a broader scale than just personal protection devices.

For those helping to track the source of the music, finding it seems to be impossible, but there is a definite pattern that characters will note as the days pass. The epicenters of the music are moving, migrating out of the graveyards and converging on ADI Headquarters. As this goes on, the building will become less and less of a safe haven, the music penetrating its walls and affecting the staff there more heavily. You might find yourself having to help a neighbor who's fallen asleep while working. Or you might not even be able to fully tell they've fallen asleep as they sleepwalk and talk almost like they're actually still conscious. Even those who have never been prone to sleepwalking and talking may find themselves affected and… far more open with what they say when in the unguarded state of semi-unconsciousness.


➥ Till the Sun Is In the Sky

A caucasian woman is lying on the floor, eyes closed. The room is dark around her with a spotlight shining on her. A secondary image of the woman, semi-transparent and wrapped in white clothes floats just above the woman on the floor. There is a purple gradient filter over the photo.
(cw: supernaturally-induced sleep/fatigue, thanatophobia, character death, death by poisoning, blood, choking, emetophobia, death by crushing)

By the 25th, some people may find waking up to be a challenge in and of itself. But they do manage to wake up. Seemingly. Perhaps the day is much like any other, heading to ADI or out around the city, grabbing coffee and- something is wrong. Something is very wrong. That cup of coffee you just drank had tasted a little different than usual. A touch of almond to it? It hits you that your throat is burning, bile and blood rising up and choking you as you hack and gasp and vomit. Your legs grow weak, you're losing control of everything, falling, dying.

And then you wake up.

Just a nightmare. Just a bizarre and horrible nightmare. You head out and… is this home? You're home! Or maybe… wait, this doesn't seem right. Have you gone somewhere else? Some things might be familiar, memories intertwined and mixing with fantastical elements, some your own, some not. You notice people you recognize, ones who might be as confused as you are. This isn't where they should be and they remember dying, too. Or seeing you die or someone else. It doesn't make sense, but somehow, they remember they had a dream they shared last night. And then something falls from above and nearly crushes you or your partner. Or maybe it does crush them, and you're suddenly looking at a dead body as the world and this nightmare that feels so very real becomes more and more hostile. Maybe something falls on you.

And then you 'wake up.'


➥ When the Blazing Sun Is Gone

Three sheet ghost halloween decorations stand in a line. There is a purple gradient filter over the photo.
(cw: supernaturally-induced sleep/fatigue, thanatophobia, character death, body horror, detailed description of painful physical transformation, description of the loss and regrowth of teeth, violence, mental status alterations, temporary power-loss, spiders)

Even with people dropping left and right thanks to the odd sleep effect taking hold, ADI staff are hellbent that their Halloween party will not be completely ruined. And on the 28th (a little before the actual holiday), everyone wakes up. Or… seems to. For those trapped in dreams, it will seem very much that they've woken up, the music has stopped, and they can actually carry on. For a few days, it even seems like things are normal. The party on the 31st is a blow-out bash. The entire first floor of ADI HQ has been transformed with decorations. The canteen is serving festive food and has set up a dance floor with holiday-appropriate music playing. Some of the offices feature additional activities, including party games like bobbing for apples in a trough that's been brought in, a guess this gross food booth, and more general party games. For a quieter time, there are also areas set up with board games and card games to play. And for some extra fun spooks a mini-haunted maze has been set up with faux spiders and webs, along with other goofy-looking monster creatures.

It's around 9 PM when the music and lights suddenly cut out. There's nothing for several seconds. Then, a voice begins to sing, filling the halls of ADI. It's a young girl's voice.

"Bye-bye, bye-bye,
Quickly you will die,
On the morning will be frost,
And you’ll go to the graveyard, the graveyard.

Grandfather will come there, too,
And he will bring the coffin.
Grandmother will come along,
Her tears, they will not soften.
Mama sings the prayer song, then,
And falls down on her knees.
Daddy takes you to the grave,
No one can hear his pleas.

Bye-bye, bye-bye,
Quickly you will die,
On the morning will be frost,
And you’ll go to the graveyard, the graveyard.


As the last notes of the song fade away, all hell breaks loose. Those who had been wearing particular sorts of costumes, ones that are more monstrous in nature, may find themselves transforming, growing, twisting, shifting. It's not a clean change, but a violent, agonizing one that cracks bones, tears and reshapes muscles and tendons, pushes out teeth to make room for new ones. Those transformed will find themselves compelled to chase, to hunt, to kill anyone they can get their claws, teeth, or other appendages on.

For those who stay themselves, it's not just their transformed friends who pose a danger, but the decorations they've set up, as well. Those fake giant spiders and webs? They're no longer fake. Neither are any of the other demonic little creatures. The goal of everything in ADI and even outside for those who manage to make it out the doors, is to remind you how very, very mortal you are. Those typically possessed of fantastic abilities will find that they have been sapped away. There's no calling on magic or innate abilities. You are mortal and you are going to die like everything mortal does.

In the chaos, characters will catch glimpses of a young girl flitting amongst the chaos, seeming unperturbed by it all. Trying to catch up to her or speak to her is fruitless, but she's there, and she's humming that song from before.


➥ When He Nothing Shines Upon

A caucasian woman has just woken up and stares grumpily at her phone. There is a purple gradient filter over the photo.
(cw: supernaturally-induced fatigue/malaise, thanatophobia)

Those who are killed at the party will find themselves waking up wherever they actually fell asleep a few hours or even days ago. If your character was one of the lucky few who somehow managed to escape the effect, you'll notice people waking up all over ADI HQ and elsewhere. There are no signs of damage on the bodies, but those who died in the dreams will find themselves feeling incredibly weak and generally ill for several hours to several days after the experience.

The music has actually stopped, and this time, it would seem you've actually woken up. Depending on how long you were passed out for, that may be a more unpleasant experience for some than others. There's a message posted from a random ADI employee's phone a few days later to the network:

Mr. S was right. This was fun! I'll have to come back next year to play with you. - Ava, the Lullaby Girl

P.S. Sorry for stealing your phone, horsegirl67. But I wanted to say, hi. C:


Unfortunately, there are no further messages and attempts to respond to the message will receive no reply for now.

But... fortunately…? All of the Halloween preparations are still up, and there's a festive party to attend if anyone actually feels keen on trying it in real life. Pam Ruan, the main organizer is bloody-minded about it now and will have her God damn Halloween party, but those who work themselves up to attend out of festive spirit or morbid curiosity will find it a distinctly muted affair that breaks early in the evening.

Happy Halloween, Gloucester!



➥ Mod Notes
  • GENERAL - Players are welcome to play NPCs for themselves when they are needed in a thread. If you need more information on general behavior for these types of NPCs, please feel free to ask! In general, the information provided in the prompt should be sufficient and you're welcome to make up any details beyond that for your specific scene. The Lullaby Girl (Ava) can be seen throughout character dreams, but they will not be able to interact with her during this event. They will either wake up or simply find that the physics of the dream are warped and she cannot be reached or there's a sheet of glass between her and the character or whatnot.

  • FOR YOU NEVER SHUT YOUR EYE (15-24 October) - Characters are welcome to develop their own devices for attempting to stop the music. Characters will have modern day technology available to them along with a few slightly more advanced electronics and tools. Please do not go too out there. This isn't Tony Stark's array of tools and the like. But characters can create additional devices to test within reason. Some of them may be more or less effective, but with how sporadic the effect is, it might be difficult to tell what's actually working or not. There can also be negative side-effects from devices, if you'd like to play those out. Characters with the appropriate magical charge may also attempt to supernaturally block the music, but this will not be condoned or facilitated by ADI. Characters searching for the source of the music will not be able to find it, just discover that it is moving. For characters who are sleep-talking, they may find themselves unusually honest. They may or may not recall conversations with other characters and all that they told them.

  • TILL THE SUN IS IN THE SKY (25-27 October) - Characters will experience repeated nightmares of dying in a shared dreamscape. They will remember every time that they die in the dreams. Feel free to get as creative and gruesome with this as you would like. These are dreams and fantastical situations that might not actually happen (e.g., a robot showing up and shooting a laser through your character) may occur. Players are welcome to introduce elements of their memories into the nightmares and mix those memories around between characters who might wind up in a dream together. Please ensure all top-levels are appropriately tagged for any and all content warnings. Add content warnings as you go along, if needed. Dying in the dreams will trigger the sense of waking up. This can be a fake wake-up or characters might actually wake for a short while and find others passed out around them.

  • WHEN THE BLAZING SUN IS GONE (28-31 October) - Again, this will be a shared dreamscape where characters will be under the illusion (at first) that all has returned to normal. For those who investigate, everything seems to be real, nothing too off, excepting the night of the Halloween party. Once the Lullaby Girl finishes her song, characters who are dressed in costumes that depict animals or other monstrous creatures may find themselves transformed into their costumes. Transformed characters may gain powers for the duration of this prompt/event related to their monstrous forms without mod approval. Go wild, kill your friends and neighbors, and generally trash everything around you. The decorations that come to life will be attempting to murder all characters, transformed or not. If characters escape into the city, they will find all of the festive decorations out there have come to life and want to kill them, as well. Death is unavoidable for this particular prompt, but it can be something swift and painless or something drawn out and horrible at player discretion. It is the only way to actually wake a character fully. Players also have the option of keeping their characters awake. They will not experience the shared dreamscape and will just be stuck with a lot of unconscious people around them for the duration of this portion of the event.

  • WHEN HE NOTHING SHINES UPON (31 October) - Ava, the Lullaby Girl, cannot be contacted or immediately located, but she will be available in future plots for interactions with characters. There is no immediate information regarding who Mr. S. is. Players may have the general sleep/death malaise last for a minimum of two hours and a maximum of three days. Regular medications for the flu can ameliorate some of the symptoms, but they will ultimately clear up on their own. Characters may wake up in whatever state players would like. Feel free to play out the effects of them having been slumped in a corridor for three days without food or water. It's going to be a bad time all around. Those who attend the real Halloween party will be thanked profusely by Pam and showered with candy. At least they'll get a few HR brownie points?

graveyounglady: (smile | amused)

[personal profile] graveyounglady 2021-10-29 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Who're you rooming with?" Even if Molly isn't interested, that's interesting gossip for Mercy. There's something to be said for this being as much a party for everyone alive as it is for the dead.

"You think they're right for each other?"
graveyounglady: (srs | hands)

[personal profile] graveyounglady 2021-10-29 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
The refusal just saves more for the other graves when she pours a bit out for them in greeting and parting. His words also bring tears to her eyes unbidden. Maybe she's just feeling overly emotional right now. "I-I really appreciate that!"

And she'll show her appreciation by glancing away so he doesn't have to see her sniffling. "We like to share gossip for the year gone by with them below for this. If-if you got anything you wanted saying? I know you're good at listening to folk, but this is more about telling, I guess."
henchgal: (side-eye)

[personal profile] henchgal 2021-10-29 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
She looks surprised when he says its to hide, but wipes that off her face quickly, not wanting him to feel bad about his needs. "Duct tape is very important. So are letter openers. And I'm pretty sure you can use WD-40 to make a flamethrower."

She follows as he starts leading away, keeping her cane at the ready.
thatsreallygreat: (pic#14991538)

[personal profile] thatsreallygreat 2021-10-29 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
Caduceus reaches to rest his hand on her back as she turns away, allowing her the privacy but wanting to affirm his presence. He's here for her, and he's glad to be. He rubs gently, then lets his hand slide away again.

"Oh, gosh. A lot of things happened to me in the last year," he says with a little grin. He looks at the grave stone. "I left my home for the first time in... well, my whole life, I think. I met some really great people. I don't think I'm very good at gossip."

He chuckles softly, thinking instead of Jester. She'd have no problem coming up with things to talk about.

"One of my friends left a--a rough relationship with an entity and took up with the Wildmother instead. It's been really great watching him grow into that relationship. Oh, I found my family. Hadn't seen any of them in a long time."
henchgal: (hm? hmmm?)

[personal profile] henchgal 2021-10-29 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
"My roommates are Tim and Malcolm--and to be clear, they're not flirting with one another. That would be weird, especially for me. But...I don't know how it's going to go for the boys. Malcolm...he's mildly self-sabotaging. And the guy Tim's into is a disaster."

She'd know. She got with Jeff first.
graveyounglady: (29)

cw: mention of character death

[personal profile] graveyounglady 2021-10-29 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
She does bite it. She bites hard enough that she's able to get a grip on him as he shoots at her shoulders first. It hurts. The bullets rip through her and she thinks she knows what it was like to be Warwick, dying to those wounds, screaming as the life had left his eyes.

But she doesn't hold on. She might not be terribly bright in this form, but she's not completely stupid, either. She grips and she attempts to slam Winter into the nearest wall to knock the gun out of his hand.
graveyounglady: (smile | gentle)

[personal profile] graveyounglady 2021-10-29 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
He really does remind her of the best parts of Colm mixed up with Papa and Mama and Granny and Ida. The best parts without the baggage of being a family she's known and disappointed.

"First time leaving home for me, as well. I been in Evergreen my whole life, letting the world come to me or reading about it in books. Finally decided to see what was out there. What made you step out?"

She's interested in the idea of someone... taking up with the Wildmother, but Mercy can be patient in the asking.
thatsreallygreat: (pic#14863937)

[personal profile] thatsreallygreat 2021-10-29 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, I'd been on my own for a long time. My family had all gone off looking for ways to save our home and turn back whatever corruption was taking over the Savalier Wood - that's where the Blooming Grove is - and I was... waiting, I guess. Wasn't sure what for until the Nein appeared. It felt like a sign, so I went with them."

He trusted the Wildmother then and he still trusts her now. He is where he is supposed to be, no matter how difficult it feels.

"I wanted to save my home and going with them seemed like the thing to do. And they seemed like they needed a lot of help."
medicative: (daily.)

[personal profile] medicative 2021-10-29 09:14 am (UTC)(link)
Harry?

[a figure out of the darkness, coming towards her, with his voice. he's a welcome sight when there's been nothing at all, only a world of ink black, and the distant howling wind. here, she looks paler, has a look that's nothing but worried on, glancing around the two of them.]

So you've gotten lost too...I'm so, so sorry.

[maybe it's her fault. maybe it's her mind being generous, casting him as a savior again, except this bone deep fear does not promise freedom, being tucked gently into bed, a safely locked door. she knows where she is, what people like her deserve - retribution is all she's earned.]
medicative: (practice.)

[personal profile] medicative 2021-10-29 09:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course."

Accepting the hand, she'll quickly fall into step, on high alert for any danger coming their way.

"May I at least have your name? I should know who I'm grateful towards."
medicative: (fluster.)

[personal profile] medicative 2021-10-29 09:14 am (UTC)(link)
[there's a moment of silence, soft breath - and then she jerks back to awareness, startled in place like ice was dropped down her back.]

Oh, goodness-

[what the hell had just happened?]
abrightboy: (thinking down)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2021-10-29 11:21 am (UTC)(link)
“I didn’t want to get away,” Malcolm admits, hands fidgeting. “I wanted to get in. But they never wanted me there.”
abrightboy: (confounded)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2021-10-29 11:23 am (UTC)(link)
He nods. “Just let me know when.” He looks over at her. “Do you want something to eat?”
abrightboy: (looks away in thought)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2021-10-29 11:25 am (UTC)(link)
“Can’t I?” Martin muses. His eyes stay on Kate while he addresses his son. “What a good example she sets for you, Malcolm. Maybe you should get to know her.”
abrightboy: (wants to help)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2021-10-29 11:50 am (UTC)(link)
Malcolm’s expression creases faintly, when Tim says he didn’t kill Harkness, in appreciation of that fact. In a lot of ways, it’s harder not to kill someone than to kill them. Especially when you have a reason to see them dead.

In response to Tim’s question, a sort of desolation crosses Malcolm’s face.

“He’s here,” he whispers.

“Yes, yes, we’ve introduced dear ol’ dad already, son, and clearly I’m here because you need me.”

“I. Do not. Need. You.” Malcolm responds in a low growl.
abrightboy: (a bit upset)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2021-10-29 12:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Martin gestures between them. “This is an interesting dynamic, here.” He gives Malcolm a knowing look. “Could this be why you didn’t show any interest in the delightful Kate?”

Malcolm rolls his eyes and looks down at the pavement.

Martin turns his attention to Neal with more interest and scrutiny.

“And what do you do? I take it you work with my boy as well.”
abrightboy: (migraine coming on)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2021-10-29 12:11 pm (UTC)(link)
The bite lands, surprising Martin, but causing him to shift, making the knee hit him in the thigh instead. White hot rage flashes in his eyes, but he smiles slightly. The knife hand, still gripping the knife, yanks it from the wound and punches Jeff in the face before his now free hand, with its little bite wound, grabs his shirt and throws him to the ground.
abrightboy: (pays attention)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2021-10-29 12:12 pm (UTC)(link)
“That’s normal enough for me, but… not like this. This is. Different,” he admits.
conning: (NealC 052)

[personal profile] conning 2021-10-29 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Neal puts a hand on Malcolm’s shoulder, both reassuring and protective.

“I do. I’m a security specialist and consultant. Malcolm and I have… similar experiences with the FBI.”
cacophonish: MOPI (scene00991)

[personal profile] cacophonish 2021-10-29 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
For an old guy, Martin can throw a punch. And he can certainly fight better than Jeff. He hits the ground, then lifts his head a little, trying to look beyond the Surgeon for any hope of rescue. There are people, that's the fucked up part. They're walking past, going about the day, indifferent to the scene playing out in the periphery. Maybe they don't notice, or maybe they just don't care.

He knows, somehow, that calling for help won't do anything. So he tries something else, another desperate gamble: he grabs this asshole by the leg and tries to yank him off balance.
henchgal: (gentle)

[personal profile] henchgal 2021-10-29 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nothing fancy. Do we still have bagels and cream cheese in the kitchen?" She grabs her cane, standing. She is the one who makes most of the meals, clearly Malcolm can't handle this without her.
sorser: (pic#15112989)

[personal profile] sorser 2021-10-29 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[He can’t help but retort in a similarly dry manner.]

Well, that’s comforting.

[A very large coffin, for whatever that means, cannot mean anything good. Stephen decides to usher in caution, however, as though it weren’t already obvious, this groaning, dreary place existing as its own ill portent.

There’s no need to keep an eye out for a lantern when Stephen raises his hand, and a circle of magic—amber and warm, contrasted to their surroundings—encircles his fingers. At least in a nightmare, or an un-reality, his magic brims, eager to be used.

Even so, the shadows they cast are long and tendril-like. There’s only so much comfort illumination can bring.]


What are we looking for?
inutilis: (✰ exCUSETH thineself--)

[personal profile] inutilis 2021-10-29 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ oh, Ciel absolutely promised Abel a bedtime story in his version of events that he made up just now, so like, look forward to more whining about that down the line,

but! for better or worse, this dog has found a different sort of bone (or have we gone full circle?), leaning an elbow on the table and regarding Ciel with A Look. this is a particular Look, in fact-- one that comes with a complimentary lifted brow, almost as if he is challenging her as he studies the woman seated with him for tea and sandwiches after a nightmare death loop fiasco as if this is simply an average Tuesday for the lot of them, ]


First of all, I'm not on the payroll by choice, I'll have you know! I don't know about you, but I don't remember signing up for some sort of... of inter-dimensional world-hopping job opportunity!! Quite the contrary, actually...! I was looking forward to going back to Rome and getting some nice r&r, for whatever it is of YOUR business. Or do you mean you don't know how I'm on the payroll at home? Because I will take EXTREME offense if you are trying to imply that I am not fit for my profession, that's just rude! Rude. Rude! So rude!

[ YEAH, PUNK!!!! yeah...!!! punk........ ]


As for the rest of that drivel...? I don't see what any of it has to do with you and your profession. Deflecting again, are you? Except I'm onto you now. [ he gestures to his eyes

he gestures to her eyes, ]


What, you have some super secret agent job you don't want me to know about? Is that it? Is that why you're so proficient with hand cuffs? Do you have some wardrobe full of alias you can whip out at a moment's notice?! What is this, some spy movie?! Come on!! Honestly...! You don't expect me to believe that, do you...?
sorser: (pic#15101375)

[personal profile] sorser 2021-10-29 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[It sure seems like Jack’s missed the point, as though the spilled coffee splattered on the ground should be of any consequence at all. Stephen’s eyes flicker down towards it, then back up at the man who appears more concerned for a broom than the fact they might be in just another dream, another nightmare beginning to fester into something awful that’s yet to spring on them, unknowing the extent of Jack’s experience.

So, no. Stephen doesn’t care about a broom right now.]


I wasn’t asking about the mess. I was asking if you brought us here. Your own head, your own past, pulling the strings of this faux reality other than my own.

[Which might make him sound a bit loopy if this was actual reality, but given all that’s just happened, no one would blame a man for questioning it.

Questions regarding Dormammu and flinging him to another version of Earth… not forgotten. But temporarily shelved until they sort this out.]


It'd be nice to know if we're about to die again.
sorser: (pic#15218266)

[personal profile] sorser 2021-10-29 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[It almost feels like a cop-out, fleeing from the past — but there is nothing there that he hasn’t gone over in his head multiple times before, nothing that hadn’t already affected him as a person that will affect him more swathed in a nightmare. As they walk, it’s hard to ignore the sound behind them, the sound of a young girl screaming for help, Stephen! Help me!, and it pains him, just as it pained him so many years before—

He wonders, later, if this dream will foist itself on him again, beyond the confines of whatever is happening now. If his mundane dreaming will begin to showcase her in them again, like they did long, long ago.

But then the environment changes. Something vast and unfathomable looms over them like before, but this time utterly different than Dormammu. Far more Euclidean than cosmic horror.

Doesn’t bode well, either way.]


No point. We’re here now. What can we expect?

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