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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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[His voice is much kinder and no-nonsense now, as he finds a nearby boulder and tries to push Rodney towards it.
Sit before you fall over or something.
He feels terrible now, even though two seconds ago he was mad enough to throw spider-pants at him. The day has been…tough and maybe he isn’t realizing how badly they need to rest. That’s probably why they’re snapping at each other.
That and because of spiders.]
Look, it’s getting late. It’ll probably be a nice night, and hey, this spot isn’t currently trying to kill us so it should be safe. We can pitch the tent, eat some power bars for dinner, and get some sleep. You’ll feel better in the morning, and we won’t have to travel through all that crap back there in the dark.
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[Right now he doesn't think he'll ever feel better again. Or sleep. But Rodney doesn't put up a fight when John leads him over to the boulder. He might even cling to his arm a little bit because he really is freaking out and he doesn't actually believe John will sacrifice him and he hates it here.
He sits, still looking thoroughly upset.]
Could you...
[Sniffle.]
Could you get my pants?
[It's just, it's getting pretty cold without them now...]
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[He pats his arm a couple times where he’s clinging to him, before letting go to fetch Rodney’s pants.
This time he hands Rodney his pants, instead of throwing spider-laden garments at him, and then on second thought, goes to get his own because he does not want to get caught out by an Entity like this.]
Here.
[He tosses him an extra power bar. He’s really sorry?]
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He takes the power bar but he doesn't dig into it right away because he's actually lost his appetite a little there - a sign that he's really not okay.]
That sucked, John.
[There's a softness in his voice, a rawness that shows this is not whiny!McKay, this is not I-have-a-splinter!McKay. He's just upset. And tired. And really close to a breaking point.]
I mean, that whole day was a mess but that? That really sucked.
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...Rodney's not eating his power bar.
...this is bad.]
It did. It really sucked.
[He's afraid, suddenly. He doesn't know what to do with the realness, the rawness, the pain that--he was responsible for since he kept pushing them on.
The guilt tears at him and only his growing obsession stops it from turning into viable action. But just barely.]
I'm sorry I threw my pants and spiders at you.
[And because that sound a little disingenuous, he adds--]
That's the point though, these Entities? What we just went through, they were probably eatin' real good. [He grimaces.] And that's why we need to figure this out. Why we need to find everything and anything we can to beat these things. So that won't happen to us again.
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[He finally takes a tentative bite of the power bar, chewing slowly, reluctantly. It does make him feel better, the sugar and protein hitting his system almost immediately after all the stress and hardship.]
... You really think there's something in that hut?
[Because he does want to find everything and anything to beat these things. There's a part of him that doesn't need a Hunt affiliation for that.]
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[He kind of hates that there's a part of him that perks up at that, that greedily rubs its grimy little paws together. He pushes the thought away as fast as he can. Now is not the time.]
There has to be. Look how hard it was getting here.
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Fine.
[His shoulders slump with some finality, the fight going out of him.]
But you're putting up the tent.
[He huddles into his jacket, slow-chewing the power bar, brooding and definitely not moving. Not going to move a single muscle to set up camp.]
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[...wait, is he--
--he's not gonna help, is he? That is...some serious brooding.]
Yep. Putting up the tent by myself, I guess. All by myself.
[He huffs as he starts to unfurl the tent from his pack, stabbing the stakes into the ground pointedly as he works. Mumble, grumble.
At least it seems calm here. Maybe they can get a good night's rest.
They'll feel much better in the morning...]
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He digs around their supplies for an advil - maybe two - and washes them down with some water, then returns to brooding. For a while he tries to distract himself with his tablet but his head hurts too much and he puts it away again.
He really is exhausted though and before long he dozes off into an uneasy slumber.]