[OPEN] EVENT LOG: BAD MOON RISING - WEEK TWO

[asgardmods]

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! ]

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DAY 326 - SEPT 14/15 - MULTIPLE DISTRICTS

[asgardmods]

[ About an hour before sunrise on Day 326, some characters will rise from their beds and move to stand at the barrier between Gladsheim Palace and the rest of the city. Altair stands in Baldr's district, Samantha in Thor's, Desmond in Sigyn's, the Eleventh Doctor in Heimdall's, and Nevy in Freya's.

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)

[samantha_grey]

hehehe

[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.]

[true_renaissance_man]

[Leonardo was exhausted from the nightmares and the strange wanderings... so when he saw the lady standing there staring at the palace his first thought was to turn and look at the castle himself. He expected to see something. Maybe some one had painted a funny image on the wall, 'Loki was here', or 'Thor smells like fish' maybe. But it looked the same to him]

Signora? There is nothing?

[samantha_grey]

[There was no actual response. Samantha wasn't looking at him at all. Her lips were curled in a twisted sneer, almost a mixture of a grimace and the licking of the lips. She had an expectant air to her, like she was watching for something, waiting. Her lips moved, but whatever it was she was saying wasn't clear, intelligible or even remotely understandable. She'd been like this for a while.

Nope, she wasn't looking at anything new... and yet it all seemed so grotesquely funny.]

[fishdouche]

[Okay, Sam, seriously. He was not her moirail. But he also wasn't about to leave her here by herself. Out in the open with no defenses. And so when bodily dragging her away from the castle didn't work, he decided to camp out by her side, occasionally pushing at her shoulder in hopes of getting a reaction.]

Fuck, wwitch. At least be a little entertainin' if you're goin' to make me sit out here all day.

I should be sleepin'!

[samantha_grey]

Gwehahaha!

[The third push made her break into an almost sick, warped sort of laughter, very reminiscent of 'evil Sam.' She was practically cackling for a minute flat, the sound of it echoing through the streets of the district while she licked at her lips. Her lips seemed to form words, almost, but nothing intelligible.]

Altaïr | Baldr | Open

[pushesgently]

[The Master Assassin is known for being able to hide his emotions away when necessary, but never to this extent. He seems focus, almost peaceful, yet far away—except when he breaks out in hysterical laughter.

That's a little creepy.

But he settles down again, to stand and stare for hours.]

[true_renaissance_man]

[And here he had thought the lady had a creepy laugh! It was nothing compared to the sound that drew him closer to Baldr.

Haunting...

Terrifying...

It would give children nightmares!

It would give HIM nightmares... if he wasn't already having them!

It was...



ALTAIR?]


Amico, the lack of restful sleep has been difficult but you should not allow it to drive you to madness.

[pushesgently]

[There is no reaction. It's as if Altaïr does not hear him at all, and that's because he is not really here at all—somewhere deep within, perhaps, but certainly unreachable.

He does not sway at all, merely continues staring at the castle as if everything in the world that matters is inside it.]

[raffinato]

[She comes because she does not know what else to do. But she will not allow Altair to be harmed in this excursion. Leonardo said he would draw up some rope for them to use and she could only hope that would be successful. But until then...perhaps she could get through to him.

Claudia is careful in approaching, full of concern.]

Altaïr.

[pushesgently]

[Under normal circumstances, he would be glad to see Claudia and appreciative of her concern. But under normal circumstances, he wouldn't be here at all, and he wouldn't be chuckling lightly as he stared at the castle, a mild counterpart to the laughter of before.

It's utterly unlike him, and there's no sign he knows she's here.]

Desmond Miles • Sigyn • Open

[familyissues]

[ Desmond has a way of grinning that can light his face up, warm, earnest and open with a touch of cockiness skimming the surface, the common precursor to one of his lame jokes. This time the smile doesn't reach his eyes, lending it an unsettling insincerity, a puppet making faces for its master. The laughter, when it came, was worse, hollow as if everything that made him him had been neatly scooped out, the leftover shell inhabited by something that only had a vague, horrifying impression of what a laugh should sound like.

Barefoot, in little more than the track pants he'd fallen asleep in last night, he should be thoroughly incensed at having to stand out in the cool morning air freezing his ass off, but even that doesn't seem to matter. He'll stand there and laugh, or stand in silence, it means little to him. ]

[true_renaissance_man]

[He had seen the other two earlier, but then to hear the eerie laughter of a third? This one he did not recognize but he stood as the others had, leered at the castle, and uttered that unearthly laugh.

Just what was going on with these people? Insanity was not usually catching...]

You must have been in bed.

[Leonardo sighed and looked to the castle too, just to puzzle out what might be done about this, but it was very difficult to think as tired as he was. ]

You could at least use a robe?

[He expected no answer, but set to work drawing something that might give the gentleman some way to protect himself from the chill. ]

[familyissues]

[ There is no response forthcoming, though the strange laughter is dying down, replaced by the occasional toneless chuckle or two. Leo might as well be a stick of furniture to Desmond in this moment. ]

[secondborn]

[He's so tired. He hasn't been sleeping well at all, having terrible dreams that he barely remembers upon waking and then going through full days of training and practice and work all while doing his best to ignore the thoughts of violence and the whispers he knows aren't really there.

When he hears about Desmond and Altaïr though, he can't stay away, even in his exhaustion.]

Desmond. Hey. Desmond.

[He hesitates, then reaches out a hand and gently shakes the man's shoulder.]

[familyissues]

[ He offers no sign of recognition to Alastair, won't even glance at him, his eyes on the castle yet utterly empty of focus. When he's shaken Desmond doesn't resist, shifting slightly with the motion as the effort behind it warrants. ]

The Eleventh Doctor | Heimdall | Open

[comeonthensexy]

[ First thing of note is the Doctor's state of undress - he's got trousers and a shirt, but it's not tucked in, and he ought to look incredibly naked without a bowtie. And while occasionally he just acts. Weird. This is simply off.

All the more so the way he occasionally smiles.

All the more so the way he occasionally laughs.

Eleven isn't one who laughs overly much, and most often it tends to be far more... controlled. This isn't. Even if it's sometimes quiet and sometimes loud, it's always just. Involuntary. The kind that simply can't be stopped. ]

[goesagainst_thegrain]

[ It doesn't take him long to find Eleven, though he hadn't actually been looking for him. He's just taken it upon himself to check all the barriers around the castle, and lo and behold, there Eleven is in the Heimdall district.

Six approaches him, a bit cautiously. It's... disturbing to see himself blank and empty, like a doll. A doll that occasionally laughed uncontrollably. And smiled in a distinctly unsettling manner.

Fighting back a shudder, Six reaches out to grab Eleven's shoulder. ]

Snap out of it, Eleven.

[comeonthensexy]

[ There's no reaction. Well, technically not. The chuckling really can't be counted as a reaction, seeing as it hasn't been prompted by anything before. But the timing is a bit funny. ]

[true_renaissance_man]

Maledetto...

[Leonardo uttered a light curse as he walked up to the Doctor. Having found so many others out here, laughing maniacally, he should not have been surprised to locate another. ]

[comeonthensexy]

[ Sorry, what was that? Can't hear yoouuu.

For now, the Doctor's quiet, but he doesn't react at all to Leonardo's voice. ]

belated as hell

[neverymind]

[Nevy stands utterly still, except for occasionally hovering an inch off the ground and giggling manically.]

[true_renaissance_man]

[So there were five altogether. All staring at the castle, all laughing insanely. This was just terrible.

The hovering was new though! Leonardo searched around before picking up a nearby stick and running it along the ground underneath the lady's feet, just to make certain what he was seeing was actually real. It slid past easily enough. She was actually a few inches off the ground!]

Remarkable. I would ask how you could do that but I do not think you would be able to answer.

For the house/castmates, or anyone who'd have any reason to be in the Who house idk, man

[comeonthensexy]

[ The Doctor's been in and out of wakefulness since he collapsed, exhausted not only from the day but from lack of sleep during the week. So he hasn't been unconscious, merely sleeping.

It's not until the next morning he manages to push himself up into a sitting position on the couch in the living room, scrubbing his hands over his face. He can't for the life of him remember why he's suddenly so tired, and he racks his mind trying to think of when he went to bed, and why he's lying on the couch. ]

[badwolf]

[ She's been hovering since she and Six found him, in all honestly. Or as much as one can hover while still being in the same house. She's too restless of things to quite just sit next to him for however long, and much as that would be nice, if he's asleep she's certainly not going to accidentally wake him up.

She's got a cuppa in hand when she returns to check on him-- only to find him sitting up and awake once more. That's a relief. ]

How's y'head?