[exhaustion is a familiar foe. she knows it deep in her bones, packs it between the spaces of skeletal latticework, and moves on. but this grabs her, holds her like still sticky resin, and she feels the headache behind her eyes burning. it's not good enough to succumb while she still feels vulnerable, and so Emily copes by burying herself in as much work as she can do while her hands remain steady. when Medical refuses to give her more, she slips to the Research and Development wing, and continues the project she'd begun soon after arrival. the sooner it's done, the sooner it can be of use.
but hard work only drains the body further, and at a point...well. she's not sure. the world feels far away and foggy, and she's slumped in her seat in the canteen, eyes half closed. reaching out for her cup, she instead knocks it over, to where it falls and breaks on the floor. and then Emily simply...watches the coffee drip down, the reflections in the liquid. after a moment, she'll rouse herself to try to clean the mess, but it's a slow and stilted affair. that she's sleepwalking should really come as no surprise.]
waning moon. (CWs in specific headers.)
[dreams, her bane, are an abyss she slips into, falls into further and further. dark and torrential, a downpour of the soul, and she can't quite shake the feeling this was designed, that this was made to generate hope and throw it away - even the dearest dreams warp under her touch. her heart burns hot in her chest, and in the waking world she's trapped by her own blankets, silently thrashing.
to die and live and die and live again and again. it endlessly runs in her dreams, and even waking can't chase the echoes from her. but maybe, maybe -
maybe there'll be someone else there to share the burden.]
crescent moon.
[when the transformation happens, chaos breaks out. and that, Emily doesn't know how to handle except to run, to keep running, to evade capture. she can't be the bravest here, when nothing is easy, when webs trip her up and sharp teeth feel like they're at her ear. but still, she has to do something, and so it is that she finds resolve and starts to call out to the unchanged, to be a guide in a bright blue witch outfit that might bring people closer to safety. waving, trying to get their attention, hurrying to those that need help and support.
of course, not all bravery is rewarded. as much as she tries to be of help, sometimes it's just taking the monster's attention as well, and then having to try and get away, her life feeling fragile all over again. without weapons, without any special powers, all she can do is flee, and they are getting closer. closer. without help, she will be caught - she will die. and silently, in her heart, Emily prays for that help to come as she flees down the stairs. the lower levels might offer some more room to hide.]
new moon.
[after everything's subsided, Medical is humming, because of course it is. being one of the first to submit to checks and treatment, Emily is...well, to say she's doing fine is an overstatement, but she's upright and stable enough to see to things that don't require holding a scalpel, which generally means checkups and administering the right kinds of shots and treatment plans to those affected by the nightmares. treat it like the end of the flu, was the prevailing tactic, and so she has been, still managing her usual smile to anyone that walks into the department looking for help. they need comfort, care, and she can give it - better than thinking about herself.
her coworkers, though, might notice the edge of tiredness that still lingers around her, how she sits more heavily and seems to be unwilling to slow down despite it. if her time is filled, it means she won't have to think about what happened. and all the while, in free time, Emily's closing in on the solution on R&D. so close - this may not have to happen again, should she get it.]
wildcard.
[ooc: have an idea that's not covered? go ahead and hit me with it! ooc plotting is here, and I will match format of tagins.
for the second prompt, I will be writing custom dreams for different people - feel free to have the dream be as formless or settled as you like, and I'll contact you to discuss specifics.]
emily dyer | identity v | ota
[exhaustion is a familiar foe. she knows it deep in her bones, packs it between the spaces of skeletal latticework, and moves on. but this grabs her, holds her like still sticky resin, and she feels the headache behind her eyes burning. it's not good enough to succumb while she still feels vulnerable, and so Emily copes by burying herself in as much work as she can do while her hands remain steady. when Medical refuses to give her more, she slips to the Research and Development wing, and continues the project she'd begun soon after arrival. the sooner it's done, the sooner it can be of use.
but hard work only drains the body further, and at a point...well. she's not sure. the world feels far away and foggy, and she's slumped in her seat in the canteen, eyes half closed. reaching out for her cup, she instead knocks it over, to where it falls and breaks on the floor. and then Emily simply...watches the coffee drip down, the reflections in the liquid. after a moment, she'll rouse herself to try to clean the mess, but it's a slow and stilted affair. that she's sleepwalking should really come as no surprise.]
waning moon. (CWs in specific headers.)
[dreams, her bane, are an abyss she slips into, falls into further and further. dark and torrential, a downpour of the soul, and she can't quite shake the feeling this was designed, that this was made to generate hope and throw it away - even the dearest dreams warp under her touch. her heart burns hot in her chest, and in the waking world she's trapped by her own blankets, silently thrashing.
to die and live and die and live again and again. it endlessly runs in her dreams, and even waking can't chase the echoes from her. but maybe, maybe -
maybe there'll be someone else there to share the burden.]
crescent moon.
[when the transformation happens, chaos breaks out. and that, Emily doesn't know how to handle except to run, to keep running, to evade capture. she can't be the bravest here, when nothing is easy, when webs trip her up and sharp teeth feel like they're at her ear. but still, she has to do something, and so it is that she finds resolve and starts to call out to the unchanged, to be a guide in a bright blue witch outfit that might bring people closer to safety. waving, trying to get their attention, hurrying to those that need help and support.
of course, not all bravery is rewarded. as much as she tries to be of help, sometimes it's just taking the monster's attention as well, and then having to try and get away, her life feeling fragile all over again. without weapons, without any special powers, all she can do is flee, and they are getting closer. closer. without help, she will be caught - she will die. and silently, in her heart, Emily prays for that help to come as she flees down the stairs. the lower levels might offer some more room to hide.]
new moon.
[after everything's subsided, Medical is humming, because of course it is. being one of the first to submit to checks and treatment, Emily is...well, to say she's doing fine is an overstatement, but she's upright and stable enough to see to things that don't require holding a scalpel, which generally means checkups and administering the right kinds of shots and treatment plans to those affected by the nightmares. treat it like the end of the flu, was the prevailing tactic, and so she has been, still managing her usual smile to anyone that walks into the department looking for help. they need comfort, care, and she can give it - better than thinking about herself.
her coworkers, though, might notice the edge of tiredness that still lingers around her, how she sits more heavily and seems to be unwilling to slow down despite it. if her time is filled, it means she won't have to think about what happened. and all the while, in free time, Emily's closing in on the solution on R&D. so close - this may not have to happen again, should she get it.]
wildcard.
[ooc: have an idea that's not covered? go ahead and hit me with it! ooc plotting is here, and I will match format of tagins.
for the second prompt, I will be writing custom dreams for different people - feel free to have the dream be as formless or settled as you like, and I'll contact you to discuss specifics.]