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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?

inutilis: (☼ good news everyone~!)

[personal profile] inutilis 2021-11-12 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, well, I just assumed we would be doing this off the clock, though I suppose breaktime could work too... it's up to you, hm? Since you're the one who would be making tea and cookies, right? Right, right~!

[ a decisive nod to himself, before Abel's footsteps begin to slow as they reach the 'fork in the road' - left taking him toward A block, and the path ahead leading to the next buildings over. ]


Ah-- Officer Sister, it looks like this is where we say goodnight...! --Please make sure to get some good rest tonight, alright? All joking aside, I really do mean it...! I'll be checking up on you come morning, so you better not have dark circles under those eyes, okay?!
inutilis: (✞ but...)

[personal profile] inutilis 2021-11-12 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, at least there's that, but... what about at home?

[ Ren working himself to an early grave, please!! he's far too young to be a workaholic and toiling away his youth!! ]

[personal profile] septieme 2021-11-12 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[he's really not gonna let up with that "Officer Sister" nonsense to the very end tonight huh... smh. At least this should be the "last" time he sees her in habit, for better or worse. Starting tomorrow, it'll be back to Office Lady™!]

That's true. Well, we could always hash out the details some other day, yes? It's indeed getting late and has been quite a week, so goodnight and please rest well too, Father. I'll... maybe see you during lunch break, sometimes? I don't believe I've ever caught you at the office any earlier, so 'morning' may be a stretch?

[...just pointing that out, could be just a coincidence too, 🧐]
cacophonish: MOPI (scene17191)

[personal profile] cacophonish 2021-11-12 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
He follows Gil into the elevator, leaning back against the wall as he crosses his arms around himself. Now that they're inside, in air conditioning, he can feel goosebumps prickling over his exposed skin. Fuck... Jeff hopes Gil's got an extra pair of sweatpants or something. He's so ready to get out of this costume. His fingers curl near his own hip bone, suddenly more aware than ever of the coke he's got stashed in his underwear.

Fuck. He's taking drugs into a cop's apartment. In the ADI housing complex, which has got, like, fucking surveillance shit everywhere.

He swallows, trying not to let his nerves show.

"So you... you don't think it's ever too late for someone to be a..." He hesitates, before finding the right word. "A worthwhile person."

Not good. Just better than garbage.
inutilis: (☼ sunshine.)

[personal profile] inutilis 2021-11-12 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll be more than happy to see you at lunchtime~!

[ he is not confirming nor denying,

...thank you, MA'M,

but Abel is taking a few steps down the sidewalk leading toward the A block, waving his hand in amiable farewell toward Ciel as he makes his departure. ]


Please take care, Ciel. Okay?

[ it must be that pesky lighting-- but for just a glimpse, maybe there is something much more sincere and earnest in his eyes as he bids her adieu; a real concern, maybe. a hope she'll get some much needed rest at long last.

then it's gone, because Abel is settling his hands in his pockets, and ambling away. ]

[personal profile] septieme 2021-11-12 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[...sussy...]

You too~!

[With a wave of her own, she turns her back to him to continue her way to C block. Maybe she too appeared less... gremlin-esque as they go their separate direction, after all the grief she's caused him tonight? But considering that his steps don't look particularly heavy, maybe none of that was a big deal after all?

...Play w/u some other time, adopted puppy c: Odds are, neither of them will sleep too poorly tonight.]
cacophonish: MISC, B&W (Default)

[personal profile] cacophonish 2021-11-13 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
Neal stumbling like that might have just saved Malcolm's life. The creature zeroes in on him, taking long, easy strides to make up the distance in what seems like no time at all. It stands over him, head lolled to one side, gazing down at him, before lowering itself down into an animalistic crouch, right over Neal.

One hand, with too-long fingers, grabs him by the chin and holds him in place, while it lowers its head to... inspect him? The horn comes precariously close to his eye, before its attention shifts lower, to his chest. The fearful drumming of the heart, and the inhale-exhale of the lungs with each panicky breath, make such beautiful music together. It turns its head, and rests it, right below his ribs, as if listening.

It seems entranced, not that it'll do anyone any good. The cacophony continues, keeping anyone nearby from making heads or tails of their surroundings. For the moment, it's just the two of them.

Until the music stops. And that's when Neal will feel something pierce into his gut, and tear and make a messy exit, before the demon lifts its head again, its horn slick and wet.

It only regards him for one more moment, with its dead, disinterested gaze, before wandering away to find other prey.
sorser: (pic#15101363)

[personal profile] sorser 2021-11-13 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
It’s almost comical how the skeleton falls apart once it (literally) loses its head. Cartoonish, laughable, if only this were a situation worth laughing at.

Instead, another skeleton is taking this moment to attack, and instead of standing idly by, Stephen lurches down to pick up a femur bone, and rises back up, wielding it like a club and knocking its skull clean off.

It collapses into a pile of bolts at their feet. Stephen winces—the nerves in his hands like fire—and drops the skeleton bone.

“That’s a new one.”
cacophonish: MOPI (scene25981)

NO NEVER

[personal profile] cacophonish 2021-11-13 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
Isn't it wonderful? It's the best fucking feeling in the world. To float free and uninhibited, purely in the moment, wholly consumed by joy and ecstasy--

God, Jeff wishes he could experience the effects of his own spells. All he's got is the last dregs of his high coursing through his system and the taste of cheap booze on his tongue. But if he dances with them (the small crowd, his unknowing acolytes) and keeps on singing, keeps their spirits spinning in ecstasy, then maybe he can shut his brain off and try to lose himself, too.

Go with the flow, you know?

He's laughing, singing, spinning and dancing with a stranger whose makeup is running from tears (She isn't crying anymore. She's happy, so happy, and she can't even remember why she had been crying in the first place.) and he's pretty sure if he keeps this up, he can float away from memories (nightmares, not memories) of being stabbed and chased and ripped apart.

(Or worse, memories of being the one to do the stabbing and chasing and ripping--)

Someone bumps him, and Jeff laughs and looks aside at them and that's when the universe gives him and his attempt at forgetting all his nightmares a huge middle finger.

Jeff stops singing, even as the girl hangs off of him, swaying to the song still playing out in her head (in everyone's but Jeff's), giggling and kissing at his neck. Neal may be swept up in his magic with the rest of them, but all Jeff can see when he looks at him is fear, and all he can hear is racing heartbeats, and he smells blood and adrenaline and-- fuck, he's going to be sick.
cacophonish: MOPI (scene17251)

[personal profile] cacophonish 2021-11-13 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
Jeff rubs the side of his neck, grimacing at the notion of talking about it. "I dunno. I mean, what's there to talk about? We all went through the same thing, right?" So it's not like Jeff's going through anything special here. His reaction, partying and pulling people into his spells, in some desperate bid to wash the fear and guilt away, is just... what, another example of Jeff Calhoun being his own brand of fuck up.

"That crowd just seemed, um. Happy, you know?" Because Jeff made them feel that way. He's just going to leave that part out. "So I-- I thought if I joined in, I could... feel that way, too."
conning: (NealC 053)

CW GORE

[personal profile] conning 2021-11-13 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
He manages a few steps back, trying to force his voice to work, trying to tell Malcolm to run even though the music is still clawing at them. Then that thing is holding on to him, and anything coherent is blocked by the emptiness of immaculate panic.

It lasts forever, the moment between it taking his chin and the moment Neal feels a stabbing agony that turns into an odd, throbbing not-quite-numbness. It's a little like his mind has short-circuited at the pain. He staggers again when the monster lets him go, looking down at his midsection with horrified fascination at the red-black tide starting to melt outward from...

That's intestine, isn't it? Neal moves to touch it, shock making his ears ring, but he stumbles and falls flat on his back, head cracking against the floor hard enough that he sees sparks. Rosewood, he thinks absently. Rosewood and jasper, interesting combination of reds.
inlieuofadad: (GA_217)

[personal profile] inlieuofadad 2021-11-13 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
"They're more my family than they've ever been yours," Gil snarls out. "Last warning, Surgeon."

If he calls Martin that, if he disconnects him from his name, the prospect of shooting Malcolm's father in front of him doesn't turn his stomach quite as much. That's what he tells himself, at least.

Still, he backs up, one hand behind him, gently pushing Malcolm away from Martin as he moves.
inlieuofadad: (GA_60)

[personal profile] inlieuofadad 2021-11-13 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
Gil knows junkies, and he knows kids, and he knows the nerves that come when you toss the two together in front of figures of authority. He's not going to broach that subject, not yet. Policework is patience. And there's a lot of work to do, here.

"No," he says softly. The elevator chimes again a moment later, and Gil puts an arm around Jeff's shoulders again, drawing him to the front door of his shared apartment and hoping that no one else is home at the moment. He hasn't seen Yuri in a while, which is worrying, but he can only deal with one thing at a time.

And, mercifully, the place is quiet and empty. "Get in the bathroom and clean up. I've got some gym gear you can wear. Clean. I promise. I'm not sharing my underwear, though, and you're not going to keep on whatever nasty pair you've abused for the past day. I'm sure you're not unfamiliar with going commando."
abrightboy: (OH NO)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2021-11-13 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
Malcolm stumbles back a couple of steps, but he sees Martin's face, the bloodthirsty look, the determination in the set of Gil's shoulders. This only ends in blood if it continues to escalate.

"Gil," he says, reaching forward to tug on his jacket. "Gil, no. No, no, no. Let's go. Let's go."
abrightboy: (terrified)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2021-11-13 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
Malcolm feels like he's drowning in syrup, but suddenly the effect lifts and... Neal is bleeding out on the floor.

Malcolm's eyes widen and he rushes over, skidding into Neal on his knees to put pressure uselessly on the wound with both hands.

"Just breathe. Just breathe. Just breathe," he keeps saying under his breath like a prayer.
conning: (NealC 155)

[personal profile] conning 2021-11-13 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
Neal can't tell what's worse, the fact that he can't seem to keep air in his lungs or the fact that his extremities are starting to tingle. He makes a hoarse noise that's almost, almost a laugh.

"Can't say I'm a fan of the real thing." There's no context for the statement. It's hard to say if it's made in delirium or for his own amusement. Neal lifts his head enough to see Malcolm's blood-smeared hands pushing down on the puddle of gore at his abdomen before he has to relax again.

"It's okay," he tells Malcolm softly, though it's more by virtue of the fact that it's getting harder and harder to breathe than because he intends it to be quiet. He coughs, once, then in a fit, pain ripping through him again as he sputters and half-chokes on blood. "S'okay."

Borrowed time, he thinks, imagining Rebecca's death-pale face. He swallows, or tries to, and it's a mouthful of copper.

"It's not," he says, voice weaker, a new kind of panic reaching him through the fog that's starting to close in. "It's not, it's not, it's not--"
abrightboy: (a little despair)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2021-11-13 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
It's not okay, is all Malcolm's mind screams. How could this happen on ADI's property?

"Just..."

His voice trails off. He has no suggestions. Neal's gone; it's only a matter of how many minutes. Malcolm knows too much about how humans die to pretend otherwise.
Edited 2021-11-13 03:08 (UTC)
conning: (NealC 048)

[personal profile] conning 2021-11-13 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
“Tell me to stay,” Neal sputters, disoriented and fearful enough to think that the warmth flowing down his temples is blood, too, not tears. “Tell me to stay. Please.”

He wants to hear it. From someone, even if it’s not someone he knows well.
abrightboy: (thoughtful)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2021-11-13 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
“Stay,” Malcolm whispers. “Stay. We haven’t had any time.”
lesbeau: (« [Thoughtful] am i the leader now?)

[personal profile] lesbeau 2021-11-13 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Alright, well that puts her in a better mood, because the mental image of him doing all of that and then falling on his face is absolutely choice. Beau snickers as she brushes some dirt from her own top at the mental image of it all.]

Yeah, see, that should have worked. No one should be able to knock you out when you're screaming fuck unless it's with poison or something.

[To be totally fair, she's pretty used to mysterious voices loudly cursing, so she probably didn't even register it on the radar of stuff that Could be happening to her.]

Really thought I fuckin' had it this time. It's gotta be some kind of magic bullshit they keep telling us not to do.
worthallthis: (startled)

[personal profile] worthallthis 2021-11-13 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
He's pushing his way warily out of... a broom closet? He's got his rifle in hand again, and he looks ashen. And maybe a little hollower in the cheeks.

He stops short and steps hastily back a good couple feet (back into one of the mop handles, in fact) when she bumps into him, expression for a fleeting moment actually afraid. He's not wearing his mask, it's dangling from his belt, so Kate might actually catch it before he forcibly smooths it back down to nothing. "Kate."
worthallthis: (told you so)

[personal profile] worthallthis 2021-11-13 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
"I had to rescue someone from pumpkins, earlier," B says grimly, kicking more bones out of the way. Scattering them, just in case they can somehow pull themselves back together. "Had to shoot Kyle from accounting because he was a yellow. Wolf. Thing." Technically he was some kind of weird werehyena, but Winter's lexicon of animal names is pretty sorely lacking these days. "So walking bones. Not that weird."
lesbeau: (« [Protest] OH COME ON)

you got that fancy coding

[personal profile] lesbeau 2021-11-13 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Beau can't actually look at this thing since the voice is coming from everywhere and nowhere, but she still manages to look vaguely upwards, even if it means nothing.]

You know being in pain forever is boring, that's why we're asking. Is it gonna be fun for you to watch us sit here and like, groan or whatever until we die? What's the point??

[Yes, this is what she's worrying about, because... well, why not? What else is she possibly going to do? She did actually out-talk the last cosmic horror she faced, at least for a little while, so... who knows. She brings her attention back over to Jack, as if looking for backup.]

I mean, you probably did, but what the hell else are we going to do. What's this guy's deal anyway? If he won't say it himself. Themselves? Gender is fake, anyway.
lesbeau: (« [Smirk] yeah that was kinda dope)

[personal profile] lesbeau 2021-11-13 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
eh if i'm going to die i'd want it to be somewhere exotic. anybody can have a seizure in their house or whatever. not that i want to die but i did almost get eaten by a dragon once and that was pretty cool.
aelwyn_aberration: (Default)

[personal profile] aelwyn_aberration 2021-11-13 09:13 am (UTC)(link)
I knew a dragon once. He sucked. My sister killed him using an artifact I gave her, so I take partial credit.

I think the solution is to simply not die. But personally I'm not much of an outdoors person.

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