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[OPEN] EVENT LOG: BAD MOON RISING - WEEK TWO
Who: EVERYONE!
What: Bad Moon Rising: Week Two
When: Days 323-326 ( September 8-15 )
Where: All across the city.
Rating: PG-13. Anything that might go higher than that should be taken to a private log, please!
[ You've been on edge. Inexplicably, so far as you can tell in the moments after those short bouts of quick, sharp anger you've experienced in the past few days - but maybe it's simply stress from the recent attacks on the city. Perhaps some rest will help, or a nice day at Folkvang to decompress and gather yourself.
Whatever you try, though, the odd feeling of being off stubbornly lingers on. Anger is joined by discomfort, the shadows in the corners of the room just a little bit darker than usual and did you see something dart down that alley way? The hallucinations creep into every day activities, paranoia and snappishness leading to insomnia and sleep deprivation. Try as you may to ignore it, the symptoms only seem to escalate over time. Maybe it's stress. Maybe it's something else entirely.
But it's stubbornly lingering on. Perhaps some rest will help ... ]
[ OOC NOTES: This is the mingle log for Week 2 of the Bad Moon Rising event! Characters will start experiencing auditory and visual hallucinations alongside vivid violent thoughts at strange, innocuous moments. Some characters may start sleep walking and heading towards the Gate of Fog; none will make it, however, so lock your doors and keep an eye on your friends. Please put [OPEN/CLOSED] along with the time/location in your comment titles. Let us know if you have any questions or concerns! ]
What: Bad Moon Rising: Week Two
When: Days 323-326 ( September 8-15 )
Where: All across the city.
Rating: PG-13. Anything that might go higher than that should be taken to a private log, please!
[ You've been on edge. Inexplicably, so far as you can tell in the moments after those short bouts of quick, sharp anger you've experienced in the past few days - but maybe it's simply stress from the recent attacks on the city. Perhaps some rest will help, or a nice day at Folkvang to decompress and gather yourself.
Whatever you try, though, the odd feeling of being off stubbornly lingers on. Anger is joined by discomfort, the shadows in the corners of the room just a little bit darker than usual and did you see something dart down that alley way? The hallucinations creep into every day activities, paranoia and snappishness leading to insomnia and sleep deprivation. Try as you may to ignore it, the symptoms only seem to escalate over time. Maybe it's stress. Maybe it's something else entirely.
But it's stubbornly lingering on. Perhaps some rest will help ... ]
[ OOC NOTES: This is the mingle log for Week 2 of the Bad Moon Rising event! Characters will start experiencing auditory and visual hallucinations alongside vivid violent thoughts at strange, innocuous moments. Some characters may start sleep walking and heading towards the Gate of Fog; none will make it, however, so lock your doors and keep an eye on your friends. Please put [OPEN/CLOSED] along with the time/location in your comment titles. Let us know if you have any questions or concerns! ]
open. all days.
He spent the better part of his day drinking at the Roadhouse. Trying his best not to take his irritations out on Jo and Ash. When he's not there he's at the bar in Loki or walking through the city to clear his head. Not that it works.]
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His feet led him to Loki, and on into the bar. What money he had he'd rather like to keep hold of, but maybe a drink or two might help still some of his racing thoughts. The place reminded him oddly of home, of the bar he left in New York and the places he'd never see again. ]
Fucking Christ, [ Muttered to himself, as he sidled up to the bar near a guy who looked about the way Desmond felt. ]
Whatever he's having.
don't worry I didn't see anything and I'm terrible with tenses. jsyk.
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Eventually she finds herself at the Roadhouse, in search of a drink. She's not so naive to think it'll actually help, not exactly. But that's really not the point]
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So she peers into the doors of the bar, searching for a familiar face; it should be mostly dead at this hour of day, anyway, if yet barely open. ]
Any Winchesters in here?
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sorry for lack of html last night, i was on the phone but i haaaad to tag weh
I didn't even notice! NBD. <3
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or...323, the other way around. I can dates
You're alone?
[Merlin takes one of the empty chairs, dropping a red apple onto the table as he does so.]
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She decides to stop into the Roadhoue, not for any real reason other than well, it's a s good a place as any to drop by and see what's up. She looks a little out of place, but she doesn't care, she's just going to poke around until someone either tells her to quit or talks to her.]
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open. day 323.
She's sitting on a bench picking the petals off the floor for something to do to pass the time. Each petal she plucks off gets thrown to the floor. Her eyes casually taking in the people walking around both gray and traveler.]
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Still, he tried to maintain his usually sunny disposition. Staying outside, and around other people seemed to help too, which was why he was spending so much time out of Freya house.
The red haired girl looks pretty bored though, maybe like him - so he'll take a chance, kicking about at the dirt just in front of the bench.]
'cha doin'?
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day 325, Heimdall, closed
He goes to bed early tonight, hoping the extra sleep will help where wearing himself out hasn't. A few hours later he's up and moving again, but... no, he's not up, he's sleepwalking. Somehow he manages to make it out of the Welcome Hall in Sigyn unscathed and unnoticed, but at some point while he's passing through Heimdall he starts to lose whatever spatial awareness has served him so far. Just now he's knocked over a trash can, and he's probably going to bump into that post right there next.]
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But something does grab his attention, the sound of rubble and rubbish clattering to the ground and the prince suddenly turns, catching sight of a bumbling fellow down and across the streets. Curiousity prompts Hal to move closer, assuming the man had knocked over the bin somehow - and was then continuing onward, unwittingly so it would seem, straight towards ... oh dear. Amusing as it would be to watch unfold, morale get the better of him.
Hal runs to catch up, quickly slipping his hand into the crook of the stranger's elbow, and he carefully but firmly pulls so the man avoids a very unfortunate collision with street posts. ] Careful, my friend! You will find an inanimate pole most unkind when met with blunt force.
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Day 325 Closed
Perhaps...perhaps it was the glimpses of a future he had seen, after eating the apple.
He shouldn't have.
But what he had seen...the flames, the pain--
--it did not bear thinking on. No. No not now.
He had tried to sleep, but still, it would not come, leaving it difficult for him to do anything of worth.
When he finally does fall asleep, well.
How he ends up at Leonardos he would never be able to tell.
But in his sleep walking, he had found the man's room, and had started to rummage on his desk, moving to push things off the desk, as if the papers themselves had offended him.]
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A blade caught the light as the hulking figure shuffled across the floor. There was no escape, no one to help him, there was just...
CRASH!!
Something from the desk hit the ground and rolled to the edge of the bed, freeing Leonardo from the terrible dream he was having. He sat bolt upright in bed, heart throbbing away in his chest from the terror of the dream, only to see the dream was real?! There was a dark figure in the room?!
As quick as he could the lights were turned back on and he gasped at who he saw there.]
... Loras?
[A robe beside the bed was wrapped around himself before crossed the room and carefully grabbed his friend's shoulders. ]
Loras? What are you doing here?
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Open!
[Hibiki's been keeping to herself as of late. She always was slightly jumpy, but as of this week it's gotten to ridiculous levels - she seems to be startled by the smallest things these days.
Today, she's got her head down as she walks home, a bag of groceries in hand. If anyone cares to pay attention, they're all foods that can easily be eaten without utensils.]
[Night]
[In the late hours when she would normally be sleeping, she instead quietly makes her way outside. It's not exactly of her own volition; although her eyes are open, she's not truly awake, even as she shuffles out the door of the Sigyn Welcome Hall. But where could she be headed...?]
Re: Open!
Which is why, after hearing the hushed whimpers of a child and spotting Hibiki, his mind leaps to the natural (in his mind) conclusion of the girl making the noise. He's wrong.]
I beg your pardon, are you alright?
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open- Day 324- Odin
Bruce staves it off by trying to spend more time outside, where the sunlight usually makes things just a little brighter. Whether it's working or not... well, he's actually pretty sure it isn't, but that won't stop him walking the city until he wears holes in his shoes.
As for the violence, the flashes of terrible, rending anger, well. That just feels like home.]
Open | 325-326
A shade more aggression had slipped in, barely noticeable. Imagining someone's blood, an opened throat, none of it was unusual- though some of the thoughts just made him wonder if he was getting more creative. He was certainly more paranoid, or at least, that's what he assumed that edgy, suspicious feeling was. It was all rather intriguing!
Sleeping poorly was likewise a bit of a novelty, and even if he didn't mind, couldn't even remember why he was exhausted, it didn't change the effect it had on his senses. If anything, he was in an even better mood from it; there was something fun about feeling threats around every corner, never knowing if the voices were real, if the shapes in the darkness were worth keeping an eye on. People often called him insane, but Henry'd never really felt like it- yet with all these new hallucinations he wondered if there was maybe something to the words after all.
Henry could be almost anywhere when you come across him. Walking the streets in the company of crows, or inside Hel's hall. Maybe you're just passing by, hardly close- but whatever it is, something about your movement catches him off guard, and he's already stepping back, twisting around to face you, an arc of shadow homing in on your position. There's no warning in the attack, only an intent to hurt.
ota, all days
And at all times, he has one hand set firmly on the hilt of his sword, and there's a wolf the size of a German Shepherd trailing just behind him. He isn't taking any chances.]
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[Says Isaac, who almost stumbles over Grey Wind as Robb moves through the market. Upon closer inspection, it's really no wonder why he hadn't been watching where he's going- there are dark circles under his eyes, and unlike Robb, his nightmares have turned him more to exhaustion than paranoia.
Even so, he takes a short step back, lifting up his hands a little protectively when he sees the blade on Robb's belt.]
Didn't see your, uh- wolf.
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He doesn't see Robb or Grey Wind at first, sneaking two fingers beneath his shades to rub at his eyes. But then he turns and his wings mantle. Robb is in front of him and a wall is at his back; while normally he wouldn't think twice, paranoia has him on edge.]
Hey. Uh.
[His eyes flick between the direwolf and the sword.]
Nice sword.
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All week || OTA
So he spends almost all of his time outside, in the park. There are dark shadows under his eyes, his cheeks are a little more hollow than they should be, but Isaac doesn't have time to sleep. Can't go back in that tiny, cramped little apartment. He can barely stand being out here with so many people around him- can't think straight, can't even breathe...
If someone comes to close to him, expect to be physically shoved away. He needs space right now, and a lot of it.]
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Isaac? [ Scott moves closer, close enough for the puppy to jump up onto Isaac's lap and lick his face. ] No, no, bad puppy! Sorry Isaac, I'll get her off you. Come here, girl. [ Scott picks up the puppy and holds her in his arms for a moment. ]
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Day 235 OTA
Right now she's out and about, trying to distract herself from... whatever's going on, when she hears a scream coming from an alley a little further down.
She immediately sprints toward it to find out what's wrong, see if she can help...
...only to find nothing there at all.
Her shoulders slump and she looks exhausted, defeated. She rubs her head and swears softly in Italian, a string of deep profanity that comes out tiredly, like she only half means it.]
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She's wandering the city, tired and out of sorts. She can't concentrate on anything and she's going between pissed off and vaguely scared about what the hell is going on.
She sees a woman up ahead, her expression one that May understands She walks up to her, a weary smile on her face.] You okay?
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All week - Open
Except no, that's not right That's not May at all. She's not like this, she's never like this.
She breathes in, closing her eyes and trying to center herself. Okay, she's fine. She's not going to punch the next person who comes by. She's okay.]
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It isn't helping.
May will know someone's there before she sees them. There's a whiff of brimstone on the air just before a red-head rounds the corner, blinking as she comes almost face to face with someone she hasn't met before.]
Sorry...
[She is literally a bundle of live nerves.]
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DAY 326 - SEPT 14/15 - MULTIPLE DISTRICTS
They are unresponsive to outside stimuli and will not fight if approached or touched, but the moment they are released, they will simply walk back to stand at the barrier again. Occasionally, they will laugh - sometimes little bubbling giggles, others loud and shrieking hyena laughter.
About an hour after sundown, they will collapse in boneless exhaustion to the ground, suddenly aware of their surroundings again. ]
Samantha Grey | OC (Wiiiide open)
[What was better for looking extremely creepy while staring at the palace constantly, unmoving, a twisted and insane smirk on their face than a demon? Her tail lashed back and forth animatedly as she watched, the look on her face like somebody who'd seen something or knew a joke that others did not.]
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Seriously... I love that I have this icon for scenes like this.
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Altaïr | Baldr | Open
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Desmond Miles • Sigyn • Open
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The Eleventh Doctor | Heimdall | Open
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belated as hell
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For the house/castmates, or anyone who'd have any reason to be in the Who house idk, man
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Day 325 [open to everyone]
There are voices buzzing in his ears. Sometimes soft giggling, sometimes strange whispers. He owns a small dagger and for the first time there is a small urge to just stab someone with it, to sit and watch a life withering away. How long would it take for a person to bleed to death?
And every time these thoughts cross his mind he squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his hands to fists, as if it would help to ban them out. He fights everything as good as he is able to, clinging to every bit of sanity that is still left inside his mind.
Loki wanders around the Loki district, seeking something he cannot really put into words. His face looks even more pale and there are dark rings around his eyes. He is terribly tired and there are definitely shadows dancing around him, people laughing at him.]
I am going insane.
[Even his voice sounds off, not like his own.
He needs his friends, he needs someone around him. Every second spent alone ends up in him covering his ears with his hands, trying to ban the sounds out.]
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[Bruce murmurs in passing, because as much as his instincts tell him to keep walking, to not get involved, keep his nose clean, his true nature pulls through and he feels a pang at the tone of Loki's voice.]
The city is turning on itself. It makes it harder and harder to hold on, that's all. But it isn't you.
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Day 326, Evening || A Needle in a Haystack || Closed to Assassins
It doesn't make any more sense when he pushes himself up—he sees Desmond first, and then the others, and most of them look worried, tired or both. What is even going on?]
How did...
[He can't even finish the question. How did he get here? Why is he here? What's prompted those expressions?]
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What he said. [ Only he has to clear his throat before he finishes the statement, his mouth unexpectedly dry, a headache blossoming behind his eyes and adding to the sense of unexpected exhaustion he feels. ]
Is this some sort of- [ he plucks at the the robe he unknowingly got from Leo, an attempt at humor, ] -of hazing ritual?
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