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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?

cacophonish: MISC, B&W (Default)

jeff calhoun | oc | ota

[personal profile] cacophonish 2021-10-25 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
I. For You Never Shut Your Eye
cw: somniloquy, somnambulism
It's not unusual for Jeff to seem a little disconnected from reality. Even when he's awake, he can be so out of it that he might as well be sleepwalking. And honestly, Jeff's used to blacking out, waking up in strange places, and dragging himself through the motions of living as the walls between reality and dreams rot away, so he doesn't think that much of it when it begins to happen here.

(At least, when it happens to him. It's fucking weird to see it happen to others.)

In any case, it's like he's gotten so used to this bullshit that his body decides to keep on trudging along, even as his consciousness checks out. His eyes are open, and he's moving-- hell, he's even talking, even if he doesn't always make a lot of sense-- so it's perfectly understandable if one were to just assume that Jeff's just being... well, Jeff. Loopy, dreamy Jeff.

At the ADI, he can be found setting up Halloween decorations haphazardly, sometimes sticking one right on top of another, and another, until there's a little stack of paper bats tacked to the wall. At Bonnie's, his sleepwalking takes him out into the common room, where he's sat on a couch, plucking out a song out of pure muscle memory as he stares at something that nobody else can see. But even asleep, he's still his usual friendly self, so regardless of the scenario, Jeff will speak to whoever's in the room with him.

"Hope you've got your dancing shoes ready."

Is he talking about the upcoming party? Or some cool song he's composing? Nope, neither, it's just dream nonsense talk. But if you talk back, strike up a conversation, he might have a lot more to say.

(Optionally, you can also bump into him sleepwalking out and about, around town, where he'll probably be drifting around without any sense of things, like, oncoming traffic...)


II. When the Blazing Sun Is Gone
cw: demons, gore, self harm, and body horror
He's not in much of a party mood. Too many memories of annihilation-- getting gutted, or drowning, or overdosing, or burning alive in some modern-day witch hunt-- swim around in his head. Every time he closes his eyes, he can see, smell, feel those moments again, and it makes him queasy, and dizzy, and his limbs are all noodly--

He needs a distraction. So Jeff shows up at the ADI Halloween party, decked out in a costume that's pretty much improvised on the spot. It's just a mask and a makeshift toga pulled together from a black bedsheet. He doesn't know where the mask came from, certainly doesn't remember buying it (wasn't he planning on a different costume entirely?), and he's not sure what kind of look he's even going for, but when he gets all dressed up, it tugs at some familiar thread in him.

Whatever. The whole thing's slapdash, a stupid costume that doesn't mean anything. And Jeff puts on his game face at the party; he smiles and laughs and pretends everything's okay, and maybe he even starts to feel it... until the lights cut out and the song begins, and suddenly everything erupts in vicious madness.

The bedsheet-- what was once a bedsheet, anyway-- becomes like something alive, black liquid burning into the contours of his body, becoming like a second skin, vestments fit for a demon. It feels suffocating, more like restraints than an outfit, and Jeff's trying to rip it off, but his claws (brand new, still wet from where they broke through his fingertips) are too long and sharp and cut right through to his skin. He's all blind, animal panic, tearing bleeding patterns into his arms and sides, like if he keeps at it, something, something will give. And then everything breaks and pulls and twists, all at once, and he tries to scream, but it's muffled and smothered by the mask, which knits itself into bone and flesh and swallows his humanity.

What's left, when the transformation is complete, only barely resembles a human. Its too-long legs are twisted below the knees, ending in horse's hooves, and its fingers are pulled and stretched into grotesque claws. The head is the strangest part, heavy and lifeless, as if somebody mutilated a unicorn and just shoved its head onto some poor creature's neck. But the body's very much alive, and it swipes its claws at the closest person, accompanied by the sound of pure, agonizing cacophony.

You might want to cover your ears to survive this encounter with a weird Hellraiser horse demon.


III. When He Nothing Shines
( A )
cw: emetophobia

Jeff wakes up on the floor of the canteen, and the first thing he does is dry heave some spit and bile onto the floor. There's nothing else in him, and fuck, there's nothing he can do at first, besides lay there miserably, trying not to cry. He'll be there for a little while, before he manages to gather enough strength to get up and haul his half-dead carcass back to Bonnie's. If he comes across any sleeping or sick friends, he'll do his best to help them out. Otherwise, he could probably use a hand as he tries to stay level and unaffected by everything that just happened.

He's just got to make it to Bonnie's. Then he can let go and cry his miserable, pathetic heart out.

( B )
cw: drug use, reckless behavior
In spite of everything, Jeff manage to pull himself together, put on a costume, and hit up the ADI's Halloween party. To be honest, he's not even sure if it's real, or another dream, or what. He doesn't even know if he cares anymore. And sure, maybe he's setting himself up for some kind of fucked up Wizard of Oz transformation with his costume: a witch's hat, and a cheap black slip dress, boots, and fishnet gloves, complete with red lipstick and way too much eyeliner and gold eyeshadow. It's cheap, it's tacky, and he pretends to feel like a million bucks.

Jeff's also pretty wasted by the time he shows up (fashionably late), and he's way too energetic, considering all that's happened. He seems to be in unnaturally high spirits, thanks to snorting a line as a pick-me-up before leaving Bonnie's.

Anyone who bumps into Jeff at the ADI party will find him bouncing off the walls, eager to dance, extremely chatty, and more than a little flirty, casually and cheerfully propositioning others for a meaningless hookup. He won't be around the party for too long, but while he's here, he makes his presence known.

( C )
cw: drug use, emotional manipulation
Eventually, though, Jeff will get bored with the tame ADI scene and head out on the town. If he sees a familiar face, he'll make a beeline for you and try to drag you along to a bar, or on an adventure, or-- if you seem, you know, cool-- offer you some coke.

But maybe he doesn't see your character at all. Maybe he's busy with others, singing sweet little tunes to passers by to make them lose their fucking minds, erupting in a gale of melodic laughter as people start to go a little wild, and some try to stage an impromptu bacchanalia right on the streets of Gloucester, even while breathless from their own uncontrollable sobbing or laughter.

Hey, it's Halloween. He's just keeping others in the spirit. And if he gets a little boost, scratches the itch, feels a little sated in the process, all the better. But feel free to catch him in the act and rain on his parade-- or join in.


[ OOC: If you want to get in touch or plot, you can hit me up here or on plurk ([plurk.com profile] weeyotch) / discord (weeyotch#8200)! ]
Edited 2021-10-25 13:54 (UTC)
forethinking: (1ew1tBP)

IIIB

[personal profile] forethinking 2021-10-25 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
(Ren's at this party, and boy, do they make quite a sight. Ren smiles when he sees the boy, and even though he seems way too happy for someone who had just gone through a nightmare, Ren simply blames it on the booze.

Hasn't had it. Doesn't know how it feels.

His stiletto nails poke Jeff on the shoulder.)


Hey.
cacophonish: MOPI (scene02071)

[personal profile] cacophonish 2021-10-25 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jeff startles and whips to face Ren, breaking into a bright, cheerful grin after a beat. It just takes him a moment to snap out of that kneejerk 'fight or flight' impulse, and settle back down into his groove. ]

Oh! Hey! Nice costume, almost didn't recognize you, but you look great, dude, really. How's it going?
forethinking: (byob1)

[personal profile] forethinking 2021-10-25 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
(And Jeff looks exactly how Ren expected! Bold, not a care. Suits him, really, and there's a smile on burgundy lips for it.)

I'm good-- you're alright?

(Considering The Trauma...)
cacophonish: MOPI (scene109201)

[personal profile] cacophonish 2021-10-25 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jeff shrugs, still casual and carefree, as if they didn't all just experience their own personal Nightmare(s) on Elm Street. ]

Yeah, I'm fine.

[ Which he'd be saying even if he wasn't drunk and coked out. It's his go-to lie. ]

Kinda wish I didn't come out here, though. This party's fucking dead. [ With good reason, sure, but as far as distractions go, it's turning out to be a pretty miserable one. Jeff seems to light up, though, as if struck by an idea. ] Wanna dance?
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[personal profile] forethinking 2021-10-25 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
(Suspicious, but okay. Ren does the exact same, to be fair - but not with all this chipper demeanor when he can't fake it. Maybe the other boy is a better actor than he is.

Either way, in a dress or out of it, Ren is nobody but the Gentleman Thief, so he lifts one side of his dress, bending a little as he offers to take Jeff's hand.)

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III. When He Nothing Shines - C

[personal profile] mistersquirrels 2021-10-27 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
Out on the town seems like a good idea to Eric. He kind of doesn't want to be around people but then he really, really, desperately doesn't want to be alone.

He sees a familiar face--Jeff, and he brightens. Great! Maybe he can just go over and hang out, and is he singing? That's even better, but as he gets closer he can see there's something really wrong about it all. Like, wrong with a capital W. There's someone sobbing wildly and laughing all at the same time, like they can't catch their breath, like they're laughing so hard that it's upsetting them, which doesn't make any sense? It's creepy enough that he's got a chill down his spine.

"Hey...buddy?" He sticks his hands in his jacket pocket and leans over, a little wary. "What's goin' on?"
cacophonish: MOPI (scene83341)

[personal profile] cacophonish 2021-10-27 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
It looks like there's a small gathering out on the street, the beginnings of an impromptu party. The ones lucky enough to pass by without catching enough of Jeff's song to join in just write it off as some drunken Halloween pub crawl. But it looks fun, you know, if you ignore the people in the group who are totally losing it. The rest seem to be having a good time, some singing along to a rendition of Season of the Witch without even knowing why.

It's fun. They're having fun. Even the ones who are crying are having fun. It's what Jeff tells himself, because he doesn't want to admit the truth: the only fun that he's concerned about right now is his own. So he sings, and he dances with a girl who's dressed up as an angel, who's belting out the song with him with glassy eyes and a manic grin on her face.

When he sees Eric, though, and catches that look on his face, it's like getting dunked in cold water.

Keep singing. Let him hear it, let him feel it. He can drown in joy with the rest of them, it'll be fun--

Jeff stops singing. He stands still, and the girl dances off without him. The 'party,' such as it is, has its own life now, moving on without the bard's magic.

"Hey dude." He tries to smile, in spite of the guilt worming its way into his gut. "I dunno, I just found this group and--" He gestures to the others. "Beats the office party, right?"
mistersquirrels: (Neutral - Worried)

[personal profile] mistersquirrels 2021-10-31 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
It looks like it's supposed to be fun. It's supposed to be, but it's not.

And with all the weird stuff he's seen already, he's on edge. It doesn't feel like he's dreaming anymore but you never know...

"Sure, I mean...it looks great."

Except it doesn't look great.

"Seriously, are you okay? I just...something weird is going on with that crowd, I think."
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."

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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)
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[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.
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."
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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.
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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.
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[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.
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[personal profile] cacophonish 2021-11-01 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
The creature stands there for a moment, regarding its prey. The panicked rhythm of Neal's heart pairs well with its own melody; it's something that deserves an appreciative ear. So it listens to the music, heavy, corpselike head lolling from one side, to the other.

And then the music stops, and the hand around the woman's neck squeezes sharply. It raises its arm and throws the body at Neal, as if it's nothing.

As if she was nothing.

Luckily, the creature's still Jeff on some level-- which is to say that it doesn't have the best aim. Even if it's aiming at Neal, it doesn't make a direct hit. The body skids over the table, its momentum slowed somewhat, though it could still collide with Neal if he doesn't move.

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III. WHEN HE NOTHING SHINES - C

[personal profile] inlieuofadad 2021-11-01 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Gil sees the laughter, the crying, people who clearly don't know each other clinging to each other in acts and poses that aren't decent for this weather, never mind the open. He stops before getting too close, deep suspicion and wariness keeping him from diving straight into the fray. It's not just all the bullshit from the last few weeks, or the fact that he still feels like he's recovering from the worst flu he's ever had. He assesses first in general. It's just become that much more important here.

The assessment is how he spots Jeff singing in the middle of it all, and two and two become four. Gil swears under his breath, skirting the edge of the chaos as he trying to get closer. "Jeff! Kid, what are you doing?"

One step too far. An electric giddiness washes through him, strongly enough that he almost forgets what he was doing in the first place. Gil gasps, trying to focus, raising his voice again. "Kid! Cut it the hell out!"
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[personal profile] cacophonish 2021-11-01 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
It's the raised dad voice that does it. Not the authority inherent in dad voice, but the fact that Jeff finally hears-- recognizes-- Gil over his own singing. He shuts his mouth, letting the song, the spell, die right then and there before it can weave itself into the older man.

He can't do it to somebody he knows. That part of him that knows this is all wrong twists nauseatingly at the thought. (Another part, a smaller part, is thrilled by the prospect, but he tamps it down.) It isn't enough to save anyone who's already been, you know, enchanted, but it'll stop the spread of hysterical ecstasy.

The ones who are already swept up in the spell will recover on their own, in time. Whether it's ten minutes, or an hour, they'll come down.

And Jeff, for his part, looks at Gil... and he books it, running away from the crowd, their madness, his guilt, and any disappointment or fear or disgust he's afraid he'll see in the older man.
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[personal profile] inlieuofadad 2021-11-01 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
He shudders in relief as the building feeling drops away, distracted long enough for Jeff to get a little bit of a head start. Gil growls impatiently, dragging his sorry ass into a jog that keeps Jeff in sight without putting too much pressure on an already-overtaxed body.

Christ, he needs to get to the ADI's fitness center more often if this is going to keep up.

"Jeff, I swear to God, I will just go back to Bonnie's and wait for you there."
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[personal profile] cacophonish 2021-11-01 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
The chase doesn't go for very long. Really, Jeff just reaches the end of the block, rounds the corner, then stops and slouches against the brick of some building. He hugs his arms around his middle, protective, defensive, comforting, who knows.

Fuck.

He just ran away from a cop, while dressed up as a fucking drag witch. Wait, not even a witch, because he already lost the hat. Far as anyone can see, he's just some skinny weirdo in a skimpy dress and fishnet gloves, the thick, smudged eyeliner and smeared gold shadow the only remnants of his half-assed makeup job.

(Thank god he wasn't dumb enough to try and wear heels tonight.)

This is ridiculous. He probably looks fucking deranged. Jeff looks down at himself and sniffles... and then he can't stop himself from laughing.
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conning: (NealC 103)

III. WHEN HE NOTHING SHINES - C - u tired of me yet (Cw for altered states/BACCHANALIA)

[personal profile] conning 2021-11-01 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe Neal is tired enough to be more susceptible. Maybe he's too wrung out to be as careful as he should be, particularly given... everything. Maybe he's drawn to the music, the vague sense of release it seems to carry.

Regardless of how it happens, he's close enough when Jeff starts to sing that some part of him is hooked and reeled in like an idiot fish. He even recognizes Jeff, under his ridiculous Rocky Horror witch get-up, and has a moment to connect the music to the growing euphoria swamping his thoughts before the spell embeds itself under his skin, mental alarms switching off as he lets himself go. And it's a relief, it's such a relief to feel purely, ecstatically good.

It's the kind of rush he's only ever associated with a risky score, something big going so close to wrong that the adrenaline negates the knowledge that a bullet or a long drop could be the final act. It's like that, but somehow more. He grabs the nearest person, a man close to his own age with a wedding ring, and kisses him fiercely, one hand tangling in the man's hair, the other going around his waist. He's barely coherent, the physical looping back to feed the emotional, brain fogging in a very different way than the sleep that's plagued the town for a month or more. The stranger kisses him back, and it just makes Neal feel more desperate, drawn into the growing crowd until he bumps right up against Jeff without realizing it. He's entirely lost, his own shirt half-unbuttoned, tangled up in kisses with a man whose face he hasn't seen enough of to recognize.
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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.
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I. FOR YOU NEVER SHUT YOUR EYE

[personal profile] murderology 2021-11-07 10:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ It likely doesn't seem like it, but Jerry's been keeping a close eye on those who look to be complete shells just wandering about. It's a lot of work once he realizes the number of people around who are struggling to stay awake. And for as much energy as Jerry usually has, it's tiring work! Really, really, tiring. But he manages.

When he spots Jeff stacking paper bats one on top of the other not far from himself, he casually slides on over and gestures emphatically to the stacked decorations, his voice just a touch louder than it needs to be. ]


Hey, I see what you're going for. It's like a rat king only with paper bats. Totally spooksville — nice one!

[ In fact, in a show of support, he starts to do the same with the paper bats he had been setting up. ]