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apocalypsehowcomm2021-12-10 12:25 am
lowficharm) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2021-12-10 12:25 am
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[log] don't go in there, you'll become one
Who: Martin and perhaps you!
When: December 2nd-13th
Where: Various around ADI headquarters and housing
Summary: Between the worm game and the hidden mold, everybody's starting to be a worse version of themselves. Martin, on the other hand, has had some Experiences with worms he is refusing to repeat.
Warnings: Likely spoilers for season 1 of the Magnus Archives, potential mentions of worms, holes and/or insects in skin, and maybe the brandishing of a corkscrew.
i. [adi headquarters] everybody likes to get taken for turns
[Here's the thing. If that cute little game was called anything, and I mean anything else, Martin would be all over it. Snake? Sure. Spider's Web or something equally ominous? Why not. Hell, it could be Death Spiral for all he cared, it would still be more appealing than this accursed, smiling little pixel worm now on his and everyone else's phone. It's been years since the incident with Prentiss, and arguably, he's gone through a lot more stuff since then that should have gotten him a lot worse.
And yet. That little worm sits there. Mocking him. He feels like he's going absolutely insane.
The thing is, he has absolutely no good reason at this stage to tell people not to play it. It's just a little phone game, and he's certainly not about to start infodumping all his trauma. But if he sees you in a lounge playing, or at the cafeteria, or even at a work desk, he may just slide over and caaaasually look over your shoulder at it.]
C'mon, don't-- don't wear it out, you know? Everybody's been playing that lately.
ii. [adi housing] to see how bright the fire inside of us burns
[Despite the fact that Martin tries very hard to act like a normal person, sometimes his paranoia or preparedness wins out in the face of typical calm activity. He doesn't mean to worry anyone, nor could he actually explain what he's doing without a lot of exposition, so it's better to just... be chill about it.
The 'it' in particular, however, can now be discovered by you, as you get to see Martin in the halls of the ADI housing building carrying what looks to be six or seven fire extinguishers. Where did he get them? Good question! What is he doing with them? Probably a better one! He doesn’t look as though he’s overtly trying to sneak, but he is checking his corners and cursing a little under his breath every time the metal ones hit together.
Maybe you want to help him. Or just figure out why he’s suddenly so passionate about fire safety. Or maybe you just caught him taking one out of a case in the hall. It’s fine. It’s, it’s so fine. Trust him. It’s gonna be so fine.]
iii. [just about anywhere] but all good devils masquerade under the light
[So. Things have escalated. After the announcement by Reyes, Martin has now gone into what may best be described as a little panic, and is doing less of his usual avoidance and more direct action. That is to say, if you have any visible mold or are otherwise acting weirdly (or even still just playing that horribly cursed game), you might find him cautiously approaching holding a fire extinguisher in a way that can only be described as 'armed'. The main tank is under one arm, and the nozzle is unclipped and held out ahead of him.]
Okay... look. I don't-- I don't want to hurt anybody, here, but-- you need to get to medical. Now. Or-- or I'll use this.
[You know, the fire extinguisher? He seems serious about that part, at least.]
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When: December 2nd-13th
Where: Various around ADI headquarters and housing
Summary: Between the worm game and the hidden mold, everybody's starting to be a worse version of themselves. Martin, on the other hand, has had some Experiences with worms he is refusing to repeat.
Warnings: Likely spoilers for season 1 of the Magnus Archives, potential mentions of worms, holes and/or insects in skin, and maybe the brandishing of a corkscrew.
i. [adi headquarters] everybody likes to get taken for turns
[Here's the thing. If that cute little game was called anything, and I mean anything else, Martin would be all over it. Snake? Sure. Spider's Web or something equally ominous? Why not. Hell, it could be Death Spiral for all he cared, it would still be more appealing than this accursed, smiling little pixel worm now on his and everyone else's phone. It's been years since the incident with Prentiss, and arguably, he's gone through a lot more stuff since then that should have gotten him a lot worse.
And yet. That little worm sits there. Mocking him. He feels like he's going absolutely insane.
The thing is, he has absolutely no good reason at this stage to tell people not to play it. It's just a little phone game, and he's certainly not about to start infodumping all his trauma. But if he sees you in a lounge playing, or at the cafeteria, or even at a work desk, he may just slide over and caaaasually look over your shoulder at it.]
C'mon, don't-- don't wear it out, you know? Everybody's been playing that lately.
ii. [adi housing] to see how bright the fire inside of us burns
[Despite the fact that Martin tries very hard to act like a normal person, sometimes his paranoia or preparedness wins out in the face of typical calm activity. He doesn't mean to worry anyone, nor could he actually explain what he's doing without a lot of exposition, so it's better to just... be chill about it.
The 'it' in particular, however, can now be discovered by you, as you get to see Martin in the halls of the ADI housing building carrying what looks to be six or seven fire extinguishers. Where did he get them? Good question! What is he doing with them? Probably a better one! He doesn’t look as though he’s overtly trying to sneak, but he is checking his corners and cursing a little under his breath every time the metal ones hit together.
Maybe you want to help him. Or just figure out why he’s suddenly so passionate about fire safety. Or maybe you just caught him taking one out of a case in the hall. It’s fine. It’s, it’s so fine. Trust him. It’s gonna be so fine.]
iii. [just about anywhere] but all good devils masquerade under the light
[So. Things have escalated. After the announcement by Reyes, Martin has now gone into what may best be described as a little panic, and is doing less of his usual avoidance and more direct action. That is to say, if you have any visible mold or are otherwise acting weirdly (or even still just playing that horribly cursed game), you might find him cautiously approaching holding a fire extinguisher in a way that can only be described as 'armed'. The main tank is under one arm, and the nozzle is unclipped and held out ahead of him.]
Okay... look. I don't-- I don't want to hurt anybody, here, but-- you need to get to medical. Now. Or-- or I'll use this.
[You know, the fire extinguisher? He seems serious about that part, at least.]
[ooc: If you want a specific starter, other prompt, or just want to chat about current or future plotting, hit me up via PM or at
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[As if it's going to clarify more, he waits a beat, and then speaks again.]
I, I'm talking about a lot of worms. Like, uh, like waves of them. Up to your knees in them down the hall sort of worms.
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However, that begs the question:]
Why do you think there will be waves of worms?
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Well, uhm... you know that, uh, game? That everyone is playing. I've been doing some research and nobody can find exactly where it comes from, but apparently a similar thing happened to someone online recently, a-- streamer, video person. She got really into a game and then caught a parasite and died.
[Okay that's not... perfect, but sure, it's plausible enough. Anyway.]
So a while back I had an issue in my flat with uhm, with an infestation, right? Lots of little maggoty things, and-- well, fire extinguishers worked really well! And didn't, you know, burn my flat down.
[Well that bit isn't a lie, at least.]