reality check, the seminar A lot of this sounds like a bunch of bunk. Lucid dreaming? That can't be a thing. There's no way that can be a thing. But Hickey attends the seminar anyway, loitering in the back of the room, listening, very much being that shitty kid who doesn't want to pay attention to the speaker. He is obviously not giving this his entire focus and needs to be poked and nudged and reminded to pay attention more often than not.
It's when they're finished that Hickey decides to bother someone. The nearest person to him gets a nod before he asks,
"You don't really believe this stuff, right? It sounds fake even for our line of work."
reality check, dream 1 possible cws for cannibalism, paranoia, body horror, gore You're alone.
You're entirely alone.
The wide expanse of the Arctic lies in front of you, cold biting your lungs, rocks biting into your flesh. This place wants you dead—you can feel it. The hunger is biting, a creation of it's own, something that lives inside you and threatens to take you whole. This is a hunger that you've never experienced before and that you never hope to experience again. But there's also something here, creeping, pushing into you, you can feel it's breath on your neck and yet you are somehow entirely alone.
Or almost alone. Because Hickey's also there. In the middle of the expanse of nothing, like a beacon in the darkness, are some tents. There's a table set up with silverware and plates, good china, positioned in a way that it's almost a mockery of civilization. And there's a naked body lying face down on the middle of the table.
"You know what you'll have to do," Hickey points out. "It's easy. Easier than people realize. You just have to...ignore your morals for a moment."
Should have paid more attention in that lucid dreaming seminar, dipshit.
Cornelius Hickey | The Terror | open!
A lot of this sounds like a bunch of bunk. Lucid dreaming? That can't be a thing. There's no way that can be a thing. But Hickey attends the seminar anyway, loitering in the back of the room, listening, very much being that shitty kid who doesn't want to pay attention to the speaker. He is obviously not giving this his entire focus and needs to be poked and nudged and reminded to pay attention more often than not.
It's when they're finished that Hickey decides to bother someone. The nearest person to him gets a nod before he asks,
"You don't really believe this stuff, right? It sounds fake even for our line of work."
reality check, dream 1
possible cws for cannibalism, paranoia, body horror, gore
You're alone.
You're entirely alone.
The wide expanse of the Arctic lies in front of you, cold biting your lungs, rocks biting into your flesh. This place wants you dead—you can feel it. The hunger is biting, a creation of it's own, something that lives inside you and threatens to take you whole. This is a hunger that you've never experienced before and that you never hope to experience again. But there's also something here, creeping, pushing into you, you can feel it's breath on your neck and yet you are somehow entirely alone.
Or almost alone. Because Hickey's also there. In the middle of the expanse of nothing, like a beacon in the darkness, are some tents. There's a table set up with silverware and plates, good china, positioned in a way that it's almost a mockery of civilization. And there's a naked body lying face down on the middle of the table.
"You know what you'll have to do," Hickey points out. "It's easy. Easier than people realize. You just have to...ignore your morals for a moment."
Should have paid more attention in that lucid dreaming seminar, dipshit.