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apocalypsehowcomm2022-12-06 01:08 pm
energyfieldgood) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2022-12-06 01:08 pm
LOG - Exploration Catch-All - Closed (for now)
Who: John Sheppard and Rodney McKay (& potential other explorers and blood river enthusiasts TBA later)
When: Dec 4th and onwards
Where: Dogtown
Summary: John and Rodney explore Dogtown and it's a bloody mess, literally, in so many ways.
Warnings: gun violence; blood; potential for severe injury/death; supernaturally induced violence/aggression; potential for violence to animals; Edit: spiders; swarms of bugs/spiders; cosmic horror; induced madness; fugue state; potential for severe injury
S2: It's quiet in this part of the woods. Strangely quiet. There doesn't appear to be anything wrong. At least until you speak or make some other notable sound. The bullets zip through the trees, with no other warning. They come from nowhere and everywhere all at once. You'll need to be quick to avoid being grazed or even more seriously hit. Probably best to stay quiet. The violence prefers the silence, it would seem. You can move to the south or the east, but directly to the southeast, the way is blocked by an enormous river made of blood. Jumping, flying, swimming, whatever is attempted seems unable to bridge the distance. And there's danger lurking beneath the thick red waters. A sea serpent that some might have caught glimpses of whilst trapped in a horrible submarine.
S3: Birds chirp merrily in this area. They chirp and chirp and chirp. The woods are alive with sound, and it's too much. It's overpowering, even for those who might be hard of hearing. The bird song fills your ears and your mind, and stopping it may become a singular purpose for those who can't mentally block it out. And if you can't find the birds? Maybe you can find something else to take out that aggression on. Or someone. You can move to the west or the east, but directly to the south, the way is blocked by an enormous river made of blood. Jumping, flying, swimming, whatever is attempted seems unable to bridge the distance. And there's danger lurking beneath the thick red waters. A sea serpent that some might have caught glimpses of whilst trapped in a horrible submarine. You think there may be some sort of building directly south, but it's hard to make out across the river.
S4: You can move to the west or the east, but directly to the south, the way is blocked by an enormous river made of blood. Jumping, flying, swimming, whatever is attempted seems unable to bridge the distance. And there's danger lurking beneath the thick red waters. A sea serpent that some might have caught glimpses of whilst trapped in a horrible submarine. You think there may be some sort of building to the southwest, but it's hard to make out across the river.
S5: To the south, the way is blocked by an enormous river made of blood. Jumping, flying, swimming, whatever is attempted seems unable to bridge the distance. And there's danger lurking beneath the thick red waters. A sea serpent that some might have caught glimpses of whilst trapped in a horrible submarine. A translucent rope bridge (Landmark #5) over the river becomes visible as you draw near. Up close, it becomes clear the bridge is made of spiderwebs. Countless tiny spiders swarm all over it, constantly repairing and rebuilding every little tear in its structure.
T4: You pass into a clearing in the forest that appears... normal, but the way home is distant. Perhaps this is a safe place to camp, if you must? Those who test those waters will find that the night brings its own horrors. Whether inside a tent or not, the stars grow visible, and they are wrong. They howl and shriek their pain. They laugh, rich and full-bellied. They whisper to you in an unfathomable language that slowly pushes you toward madness. In the morning, anyone who has rested here will find themselves in a fugue state, racing for the exit as quickly as their feet will carry them, mindless to spider bridges, to violent birdsong, to bullets that sing through the air for blood. Any supplies and collected items are left behind to hopefully be retrieved at a later date. For now you run and run and run. The stars chitter in your mind for hours after, but you understand nothing. You understand nothing.
When: Dec 4th and onwards
Where: Dogtown
Summary: John and Rodney explore Dogtown and it's a bloody mess, literally, in so many ways.
Warnings: gun violence; blood; potential for severe injury/death; supernaturally induced violence/aggression; potential for violence to animals; Edit: spiders; swarms of bugs/spiders; cosmic horror; induced madness; fugue state; potential for severe injury
S2: It's quiet in this part of the woods. Strangely quiet. There doesn't appear to be anything wrong. At least until you speak or make some other notable sound. The bullets zip through the trees, with no other warning. They come from nowhere and everywhere all at once. You'll need to be quick to avoid being grazed or even more seriously hit. Probably best to stay quiet. The violence prefers the silence, it would seem. You can move to the south or the east, but directly to the southeast, the way is blocked by an enormous river made of blood. Jumping, flying, swimming, whatever is attempted seems unable to bridge the distance. And there's danger lurking beneath the thick red waters. A sea serpent that some might have caught glimpses of whilst trapped in a horrible submarine.
S3: Birds chirp merrily in this area. They chirp and chirp and chirp. The woods are alive with sound, and it's too much. It's overpowering, even for those who might be hard of hearing. The bird song fills your ears and your mind, and stopping it may become a singular purpose for those who can't mentally block it out. And if you can't find the birds? Maybe you can find something else to take out that aggression on. Or someone. You can move to the west or the east, but directly to the south, the way is blocked by an enormous river made of blood. Jumping, flying, swimming, whatever is attempted seems unable to bridge the distance. And there's danger lurking beneath the thick red waters. A sea serpent that some might have caught glimpses of whilst trapped in a horrible submarine. You think there may be some sort of building directly south, but it's hard to make out across the river.
S4: You can move to the west or the east, but directly to the south, the way is blocked by an enormous river made of blood. Jumping, flying, swimming, whatever is attempted seems unable to bridge the distance. And there's danger lurking beneath the thick red waters. A sea serpent that some might have caught glimpses of whilst trapped in a horrible submarine. You think there may be some sort of building to the southwest, but it's hard to make out across the river.
S5: To the south, the way is blocked by an enormous river made of blood. Jumping, flying, swimming, whatever is attempted seems unable to bridge the distance. And there's danger lurking beneath the thick red waters. A sea serpent that some might have caught glimpses of whilst trapped in a horrible submarine. A translucent rope bridge (Landmark #5) over the river becomes visible as you draw near. Up close, it becomes clear the bridge is made of spiderwebs. Countless tiny spiders swarm all over it, constantly repairing and rebuilding every little tear in its structure.
T4: You pass into a clearing in the forest that appears... normal, but the way home is distant. Perhaps this is a safe place to camp, if you must? Those who test those waters will find that the night brings its own horrors. Whether inside a tent or not, the stars grow visible, and they are wrong. They howl and shriek their pain. They laugh, rich and full-bellied. They whisper to you in an unfathomable language that slowly pushes you toward madness. In the morning, anyone who has rested here will find themselves in a fugue state, racing for the exit as quickly as their feet will carry them, mindless to spider bridges, to violent birdsong, to bullets that sing through the air for blood. Any supplies and collected items are left behind to hopefully be retrieved at a later date. For now you run and run and run. The stars chitter in your mind for hours after, but you understand nothing. You understand nothing.
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[...probably.]
Look, I'll go first. Then when you see that I'm not eaten, and that it's safe, you can follow after.
[It doesn't occur to him that there is the option of not going and turning back. He has to get to the other side, has to get to the mystery building, at all costs.]
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[He rubs his arm nervously.]
How about we just come back some other time?
[Then again... he really doesn't want to walk past that bullet field...]
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[At least that's how he thinks it works. He hasn't seen the movies in awhile.]
No, we need to do this now.
[He's already starting to step onto the webs, gently pushing on it with his boot. The spiders are unhappy with this, swarming over the top of his boot and he lets go, trying to kick them off.]
...well, seems to take a little bit of weight.
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[But he's not listening, of course he isn't listening. Onto the Spider Bridge he goes. Rodney curses under his breath and slowly approaches the bridge himself, watching him apprehensively.]
Define a little bit. A little bit doesn't sound nearly enough in terms of bridge-stress-criteria!
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[An enchanted spider-bridge, how charming.
He tries to take a few more steps onto the bridge but every time he manages a pause, the spiders swarm and he backs off and back onto the shore.]
Okay--it looks like it's better at holding weight, but the spiders are fast. Gonna have to get across fast.
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[This is getting worse by the second.]
In case you somehow lost the ability to detect it, that was sarcasm!
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[He gestures wildly at the bridge.]
Look, it's our best chance, way safer than trying to swim or find a boat to take us across. I'll do it first, so in case it collapses halfway through, you can make it back. Okay?
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[Will yelling this fact help? Probably not, but he really felt like yelling it again. While gesturing just as wildly.]
Made of spiderwebs!
[He looks like he's about to stomp his foot.
It won't stop him from following behind, though. When has it ever?]
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[This is a lot of yelling and gesturing.
But he starts making his way across for real this time, hurrying a bit, to avoid more spider bites.]
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[The rest of his sentence dissolves into an exasperated groan as he watches Sheppard walk the bridge.
And, miraculously enough, it holds.
Rodney frowns, looks back over his shoulder, up ahead at Sheppard. And of course follows him onto the bridge.]
If I die, I will align myself with an Entity just to come back and say I told you so!
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[Stop distracting him, every moment he pauses that means more spider bites.
Ugh, one just went up his sleeve...he suppresses a shudder.]
Just don't look down, that's all!
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[He can't really tell him what it would be the Entity of because the spiders have decided that he is, in fact, moving too slowly and start crawling up his arms and legs.]
I just looked down! Oh God, they're everywhere!
[And then he's just gonna stumble forward, windmilling frantically, causing the bridge to sway. Going slowly and carefully just went out the window.]
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[And now the bridge is swaying. It causes him to stop and now the spiders, displeased, are trying to swarm over him now.]
Dammit, Rodney--
[He tries to take a few more steps back towards Rodney, offering his hand.
His hand.
Full of spiders.
Please take it.]
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[He has almost reached Sheppard, loud, upset noises escaping him and ready to grab his hand--
His hand.
Full of spiders.
-- it's full of spiders, moving, crawling, like a static tv except the static is spiders--
There is a high pitched yelp and he swats at it - which causes the spiders to go flying at both their faces and has him falling backwards on his back. More spiders swarm and he screams, a guttural sound full of disgust and panic as he rolls left and right on the small bridge trying to shake them off and causing it to swing even more wildly than before.]
Oh my God, they're in my pants!!
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Because there are now spiders flying through the air and onto his face.
And Rodney falls on his back and is now covered in spiders and the bridge is swaying even more—
—and they’re in his pants.
This is a disaster.]
Rodney!
[He swats at his face, spitting, frantically trying to get them off, but it’s not really helping because he’s got spiders on his hands—
—Right. There’s no point in worrying about face-spiders and spider-hands and pants-spiders if they can’t get off this bridge.
He reaches down to try and grab Rodney by the arms and yank him back up—and hopefully, forcibly and quickly drag him off of the bridge as fast as he can—]
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He's kicking off his shoes and shrugging off his jacket, shrugging off his pants, too, he doesn't care, okay, he does not care, he just needs to wipe off all the spiders that are on his legs and arms and wherever else.]
This is--
[Flail, wipe, roll.]
-- the worst day--
[Stomp, rub, wave.]
-- of my life!!
my sides will never return from orbit
--except.
There goes Rodney's pants.]
Rodney--
[Actually that's probably a good idea but he can't bear to think about all the dead spiders or worse, semi-live spiders that might be in there and--blegh. You know what, he'll just...deal with it later.]
You're being over-dramatic! Now put your pants back on before that blood river monster decides now it's a good time to get outta there and chase us!
[Words he never thought he would say ever.]
help
[Because that just happened and he is not, nor will he ever be, over that that just happened.]
That is a chance I am willing to take! In fact, I might be considering washing myself in the blood river! Washing off my sins, eight legs at a time! And you know what, if that sea monster just so happens to want a snack, at least it will put me out of my misery!
[He is. So angry. John, you do not understand, he is so angry. Standing there in his boxershorts. Waving. Yelling.]
Put my pants on? You take your pants off! Why are you still dressed! Take off your pants! I bet you're still crawling with them!
[Backing off now. You stay away from him, spider legs!]
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[This is. So. So. Angry.
Why are you just standing there in your boxershorts. This is so much yelling.]
Okay, fine! Go over there and have a little blood-bath! See if I care!
[...]
I'm not taking off my pants because you told me to!
[He probably is still crawling with them...]
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[His voice breaks in places in its high-pitched outrage.]
This is not something that needs telling! Getting spiders out of your pants isn't something that should be up for debate!
Oh God, are you one of them!? You are, aren't you! First you get a taste of my flesh and now you lured me out here to-- to-- to have your tiny little mini mes wrap me up for a late night snack!
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...spiders fall out.
This makes him want to take off his pants less.]
I didn't say I would keep them forever!? I just don't think it's safe to be pantsless right now!? What if there's a larger spider elsewhere, you're gonna run around in your underwear!?
[Wow. Wow, really!?
He throws his hands up.]
Yes. Yes, that's exactly it, you found me out! I am one of them, you've foiled my plot to lure you, specifically, to your spidery doom. I'm now going to snack on you forever.
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[Pointing. Pointing point-blank at his crotch.]
Your obvious and unappreciated sarcasm is doing nothing to appease me!
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[That's it.
He is.
So.
Done.
He's had enough of this. He starts kicking off his pants, angrily, if it would just get him to shut up about it--]
There. There, are you happy now!? Here are my pants!
[He flings them at him, spiders and all.]
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Slapping at his face and turning in frantic circles to get any potential spiders away from his mouth and hair.
You did not just.
You did not just.]
Are you kidding me--!!
[Stomping the pants? Stomping the pants.]
What is wrong with you!?
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[Gesturing. Stomping towards him equally as angrily in his boxers.]
What's wrong with you!?
[Sorry, he no longer has the patience to be a mature adult about any of this right now.]
Now, we're vulnerable. Congratulations, Rodney, if we get attacked right now? We're gonna die. In our underwear.
And someone's gonna find our bodies like this! Then again, some Entity will probably come along and eat us, so we have that to look forward to!
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