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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?

mistersquirrels: (Neutral - Sus again)

[personal profile] mistersquirrels 2021-10-31 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, just like, a monster or a ghost or something."

He shrugs, casually. At this point he's really expecting there to be something.

And then there's a beat.

"You're not a monster or a ghost, right?"

He's just, he's gotta make sure?

"What? Oh no, I'm not a sir. I'm an Eric. So you can call me Eric?"
mistersquirrels: (Scared - screm)

[personal profile] mistersquirrels 2021-10-31 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, I was just--a little worried?" He laughs when Jeff pokes the side of his head, even though a vague part of him is a little worried, just for a second, that his head might fall off because that dream was so real and--

"Yeah, it's almost like--"

It's almost exactly like what he fears because it is what he fears, cutting right through the canteen door. He can see through the darkness--just the barest hint of a grimy hockey mask.

Wait, when did it get dark in here? It's like the lights are going out, a little.

"Maybe I'm still dreaming--I'm still dreaming!?" Eric can only hope he's still dreaming. He reaches out to grab Jeff's shoulder. "Are you dreaming too!?"

It hasn't occurred to him to start running just yet...
cacophonish: MOPI (scene18421)

[personal profile] cacophonish 2021-10-31 12:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm okay." His smile's wavering. Here comes reality, harshing his buzz. God, Jeff wishes he could fall under his own spells. What he wouldn't give to feel what the crowd is feeling. Instead, all he can do is pretend and play along, fueled by intoxicants instead of magic. "Are you okay?"

He casts a look over his shoulder, at the crowd, then moves away from them. He playfully bumps Eric's shoulder with his, an unspoken invitation to walk with him.

"Let's get away from here." And, once they've moved a little ways away from the crowd, Jeff can admit, "I'm-- I don't think I'm okay, actually."
cacophonish: MOPI (temp04)

[personal profile] cacophonish 2021-10-31 01:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"No!" Wait. Is he dreaming? Can they both be dreaming at the same time? Somehow, even in his terror, Jeff looks like a confused golden retriever. "I mean-- maybe?"

You know what, he doesn't want to put any dream theories to the test. Time to run. Jeff grabs Eric's arm and starts to haul ass to the opposite exit, hoping they can get out while Jason-Leatherface-whoever is still fighting with the other door.

Of course, this being a horror movie (why is it so dark in here?!) Jeff absolutely trips and falls on... nothing. He just trips. Like a sexy camp counselor.
bossyboiler: ((coral) 40)

[personal profile] bossyboiler 2021-10-31 02:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Neal has a very nice smile and Kate can't help but to smile back. The barista smiles back, writes his order down on a cup and then passes that cup onto another coworker to fill. Then it is Kate's turn to order. Miraculously, she is still awake. (What? His smile had been really nice and served as a distraction from the sleepiness.)

Kate knows what she wants but blanks when it comes time to give her order. She has forgotten the word for ice. "Caramel macchiato, on the rocks." The barista taking her order looks at Kate as though she has two heads before writing iced on the cup. "Can you add an extra shot of espresso to that, please? Thank you."

She pays for her order and then turns to Neal. "Sorry. I'm not scatterbrained usually." Because really, who orders an iced coffee drink on the rocks?
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[personal profile] bossyboiler 2021-10-31 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)
I honestly don't remember getting onto the elevator.

[ She feels awkward. Her sense of time is off. How long had she been asleep? It is definitely not safe. ]

Thank you for waking me. I'm glad you caught me before I managed to make it outside. I might have sleepwalked right into traffic.
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[personal profile] bossyboiler 2021-10-31 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"What do you people the people have transformed?" Kate asks as she finishes unwrapping the vine from her leg. The tights that she is wearing are punctured through with red and bloody marks. An individual one wouldn't be so bad but her leg is pockmarked up and down. Once done, she stands all the way up but hobbles a little.

"But I want to help." Even as she complains, she knows that Winter is right. She would be a liability. A baking sheet is not a real weapon. Kate hadn't been able to fight off three sinister squashlings. What makes her think she can fight a real monster? Bravery? No. Stubbornness? Yes.
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[personal profile] the_archivist 2021-10-31 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[It doesn't seem to care either way which path Jeff chooses. After all, there is terror either way; the terror of the familiar mob, or the terror of the unfamiliar, the apocalyptic.

It regards him with curious hunger as Jeff approaches it, and then turns a little, stepping back into the border of its own domain; the cracked and overgrown roads, empty morgue tables, and ruined cemetaries.

It's almost an invitation.]
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[personal profile] ratjesus 2021-10-31 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Woah--not saying you did.

[ Kugrash squints, confusion rippling across his face before he takes into account everything else that's been fucking weird this month. This is one of those weird things that have been happening, it's got to be. Halloween's normally a hot mess in New York, especially when you're tapped into the world of the Unsleeping City, so this is both a walk in the park and incredibly frustrating.

Where the fuck is Kingston Brown when you need him? ]


Alright, uuuh... Listen, you're sleepwalking. Sorta. [ Can the kid even understand him? ]
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[personal profile] ratjesus 2021-10-31 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good. This place is a fucking nightmare, if you ditch me to go be weird I'm probably going to lose it." It's his way of saying he cares. Kugrash doesn't think he's ready to admit that to someone he's only sort of talked to, though he's personally fairly good about talking about his feelings lately--he doesn't know how Neal will respond. Best to crack a shitty joke. Do things the Jeff Calhoun way.

He hesitates, also knowing he shouldn't ask, but curiousity gets the better of him. Kugrash rubs the back of his neck, anxious, and speaks after a moment and once he's sure Neal isn't going to topple over.

"You were dreaming, right? What about?"
conning: (NealC 176)

I - around town

[personal profile] conning 2021-10-31 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Fortunately for Jeff--fortunately for both of them, probably--Neal hasn't fallen truly asleep yet when he sees the younger man wandering off the curb. He's forcefully reminded of his own first few days, his knee-bruising rescue from being hit by a bus, and thinks Turnabout is fair play with a touch of irony before he's close enough to seize Jeff's shoulders and yank him back. A car blazes past, driver laying on the horn--and crashes into another car that just ran the light the opposite direction.

Neal stares wide-eyed at the mess, one arm still around Jeff's shoulders.

At least he feels awake for the moment.
Edited (writer, driver, technically the same thing....) 2021-10-31 17:50 (UTC)
conning: (NealC 119)

II - murder unicorn why

[personal profile] conning 2021-10-31 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Neal's instincts kick in the moment the lights go out. He's sharp, braced, tensed to respond to whatever happens next as soon as he has some clue as to what it is. The shock of what starts to happen almost knocks him mentally-off balance, but then, again, instinct.

Question the reality of it later. Take care of the immediate now.

Again he's struck by the fact that he's not running. It's a background observation, a bit of strangeness to mull over with some bad wine later. Instead he's running forward. He didn't see Jeff's transformation, but he definitely sees the creature Jeff turned into going after an ADI office drone.

He snatches a plate off the nearest table, dumps the food, and throws the plate like a discus straight at the thing's... hopefully animate head. It's styrofoam, no damage to give, but it hopefully will get the thing's attention.
conning: (NealC 089)

II - Till the Sun Is in the Sky (CW FOR... LOTS OF DEATH. Kids/gunshot/poisoning/etc.)

[personal profile] conning 2021-10-31 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Neal has given up on trying to figure out what's going on. He can't tell if he's asleep, awake, if this is part of the surrealism and magic of this place or if he's gone genuinely insane. He's found himself in the federal building more than once, working with the white collar unit as an agent, working for them as a consultant, being brought in as a witness to crimes he can't remember. He's stepped outside and been hit by a car. He's been followed into the street by Matthew Keller and shot. His coffee killed him, once, and after that he started waking up in Gloucester. In a private house, in the ADI facilities, at Bonnies.

Then dying, over and over again, sometimes in ways repetitious enough to be annoying, sometimes in ways horrible and new.

He wobbles out of the coffee shop he woke up in this time, feeling haggard, wanting to sleep inside this dream or whatever it is, not sure what would happen if he does.

This time, when he steps onto the street, he sees Thackery's witches. For a moment he doesn't think anything of them--it's that time of year--but then he sees what they're doing to a group of costumed children, the kids slowly dropping one by one. He starts running toward them before he's made the conscious decision to do it, heart in his throat.

"Hey--hey!" He doesn't know what he's going to do in getting their attention, but as long as it keeps another kid from doing down, he doesn't care.
the_archivist: (Idea)

[personal profile] the_archivist 2021-10-31 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
That seems to be a recurring problem currently.

I'd suggest locking the doors to the building but I think it might pose more risks than it solved.
conning: (NealC 006)

‘TIL THE SUN IS IN THE SKY

[personal profile] conning 2021-10-31 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Neal takes a step back from Stephen when addressed, expression dazed. He was--he was... where was he? For a second he can see Martin Whitly's face, Malcolm Bright's horror, but it's a fuzzy tangle that feels like a nightmare he's just walked himself out of.

Wouldn't be too strange, given how many times he's fallen asleep on his feet in the last week or so.

Except he's in New York, now. No--Paris? They're standing on the Promenade Plantée, which now somehow seems to run through the center of Times Square. That's not right, he knows it's not right, but he can't pin down why it's wrong, either.

"I..." He checks himself for injuries and finds he's in one of his favorite suits, a tailored Devore in deep blue. "I live here?"

He probably shouldn't sound so uncertain about that.
cacophonish: MOPI (scene01141)

[personal profile] cacophonish 2021-10-31 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
That should've been enough to jolt Jeff awake. He stares at the car wreck, though he isn't seeing it, really. He's looking at something beyond it, in another world, in his memories, on the opposite coast.

He blinks slowly as some people rush past them to see if the drivers are okay, then turns to Neal.

"Ugh. Did Dad send you?"

Congrats, Neal. He thinks you're his brother.
the_archivist: (Thinking)

G

[personal profile] the_archivist 2021-10-31 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't think anyone would be inclined to be offended. I'm rather surprised that anyone is awake right now.

[As for Jon, he's- well, feeling rather good. He knows that's not a good thing, but it's nice to feel sated. He doubts whoever had caused the dreams had intended them to become succor for the Eye and the Archivist but... well, it is what it is.]
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[personal profile] cacophonish 2021-10-31 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
What in all the glorious circles of Hell did this human just throw at it. The creature turns its seemingly lifeless head slowly, as if not entirely registering that Neal hit it with anything at all. What it does register, though, is the disrespect. Rude.

It swipes lazily at the office worker, grabbing her by the neck, before standing to its full height. Accompanied by the cacophony of an unseen band (a disorienting, deafening symphony seemingly directed straight into Neal's ears), it begins to move towards the human in long, languid strides, dragging its shrieking toy behind it.

It's in no rush. Hell's music will slow him down and steer him wrong.
conning: (NealC 053)

[personal profile] conning 2021-10-31 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
It doesn't matter, sometimes, how brave you try to be. How instinctively you move to protect someone else, throw yourself into danger, try to draw trouble away from the people around you. For most people--for almost all people--there's a moment when the scales tip between courage and fear, and that thing straightening up with the office-worker in hand is what tips Neal's scales.

He takes a half-step back, braces to run, but then his head is a battleground of instruments that shouldn't be allowed to exist. He clutches at his temples after covering his ears doesn't do a damn thing, stumbling backward, trying to keep his focus enough to bolt. But the music shreds at him, pulls on him like tentacles of molasses, and he's suddenly not sure which direction the threat is even coming from. It's coming from everywhere, really. It's coming from everywhere.

Neal catches his hip on the edge of another table and almost falls, grabbing on to the back of a chair to keep himself upright. He's prey-animal terrified, and it's driving the sense out of him.
Edited 2021-10-31 23:20 (UTC)
conning: (NealC 085)

[personal profile] conning 2021-10-31 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Neal blinks, attention drawn to Jeff. Dad? Still asleep. Jeff must still be asleep.

"What do you think," Neal says, keeping his tone neutral in a way that could be taken for sarcasm, if that's what's expected.
cacophonish: MOPI (scene82261)

[personal profile] cacophonish 2021-10-31 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Jeff snorts a little, but there's something of a smile on his face. Affection, in spite of the attitude he's giving. There's definitely the air of a little brother doing his best to seem like he can stand toe to toe with his older sibling.

"I think you sent you." He starts to walk down the sidewalk, aimless, but away from the accident, oblivious to how close he came to being broken and bloodied all over the pavement. "Miiiike. Always the hero."
Edited 2021-10-31 23:57 (UTC)
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[personal profile] inutilis 2021-10-31 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ sipping his tea, pinky out, like a dignified Albionese gentleman of great refinery and social standing, ]

Listen. You can hardly blame me if I require clarification, hm? Considering you arrested me once this evening, confessions might take multiple meanings in present company.

[ ... ]

Ah, yes, I'm quite well, thank you for noticing~! I'm not the sort who really remembers his dreams at night, so by mid-morning, I was fully absolved of whatever God-awful horrors we experienced~! Sometimes life's inconveniences turn out to be conveniences, wouldn't you say?

[ is he insinuating his swiss cheese brain leaked his memories of any nightmares right on out of his head? perhaps!!! not totally unbelievable nor implausible, is it. ]

I am a bit tired, but sleeping is one task I've always excelled at, so that isn't of any especial worry either. Not that you care, clearly. [ HMPH. ] But despite your cold and callous nature, perhaps I'll sleep even better tonight knowing you're sleeping well yourself. Maybe. Or maybe I've spiked your Sleepytime and all of this has been an elaborate excuse to make you drink the tea I've prepared? Who can say for sure.
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[personal profile] simulatio 2021-10-31 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Monika-!

[His throat closes up, not from wires, but from his own fucking inability to speak. She's just like the other stupid Phantom Thieves, self-sacrificing to a fault and completely beyond his own comprehension. Bony fingers scrabble for her again in an attempt to stop her from getting at the wires, but he grips his own wrist with his other hand in an attempt to slow it down. It means he has to bite back a scream at the alien feeling of his own bones twisting and turning to stab into his skin, but, well. A small price to pay, perhaps, as her knife slices through the wire and lets him plummet to the floor in a heap.]
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[personal profile] writetheway 2021-11-01 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
[He's on the ground now. Okay, good, except that looked like kind of a rough fall, and he ended up stabbing himself. Her voice, when she speaks, comes out rough and electronic.] Can you walk? [He didn't get stabbed in the legs, but the way he'd been tangled up, it can't have been good for any of his body. (Is she going to be deleted before she can finish? She doesn't know. At least she got him down.)]
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[personal profile] simulatio 2021-11-01 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
Can you?

[His voice comes out harsh and guttural, wheezing with pain sparking through every nerve, fraught with the terror that at any moment, the wires could take him again and rob him of his freedom and his very sense of self.

He tries to shove himself up on his good hand, realizes that somehow (dream logic) his other hand is-- intact, for the moment, enough to support his weight as he forces himself to his knees. Blood still oozes from deep cuts around his neck and wrists where he'd struggled, but he can't stay here.]


We're getting out of here, [he states, reaching for her with the opposite hand as the one that had clawed her only moments before.] Come on!

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