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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! ]

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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.]

Edited 2013-09-14 21:11 (UTC)

[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?

[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.]

Signora?

[The lack of response was unsettling. Well that and the wild laughter. It was almost like there was a grand joke being played but what was the punchline? ]

What are you doing out here?

[She began to giggle, fingers clenching and unclenching. Her eyes widened a bit and the giggles formed into snickers. It might as well have been as if the Signora wasn't even aware of his presence. She'd only been here a short while, and it was likely she might be here for a while yet.]

[UGH! Creepy laughter again!! It was enough to make him step back a pace but only for a moment. Curiosity eventually got the better of him enough that he could walk forward and tap hr on the shoulder.]

[That got a reaction, though it didn't seem to be towards him. She was laughing again, but this time a far more full bodied one and loud enough to startle most. There was no warning, and it was easily loud enough to make anybody in the area take note.

And hten it was gone, and she was sneering there, eyes narrowed and staring at the walls. The word 'soon' was on her lips in Latin over and over again.]

[Ugh Latin... Not being a man of letters he had never been given the chance to study Latin in a school but he had taught himself some of the language and 'soon' was easy enough to pick up. ]

What would be soon?

[Soon - the manic laughter might end? He hoped for that. It was very unnerving to see people acting bizarre like this.]

[The word stopped repeating, but her lips curled upwards more, revealing her fangs while she breathed a heady, almost ridiculously overplayed sort of panting. Giggles interspersed into the midst of it, and then it was just back to standing there.

She seemed capable of little else...]

[With her so entirely enthralled by the castle and her laughter there was little else he could do but observe what she was doing. Not even a touch brought her to her senses? Curious.]

I am going to look around the castle.

[She might not be able to respond, maybe she could not even understand what had been said, but he spoke anyway. He took off in a direction, paused, looked back at her and with total sincerity added...]

Do not move.

[Not that she likely could, but since the castle was such a focus he wanted to have a look around.]

[Good news! She didn't move! In fact, by the time he returned she'd be exactly where she was, doing what she'd been doing before. However, what he'd see in the process was that there had been more just like her. Five, to be exact, equidistant at points like a star around the palace, staring at it and giggling.]

[And of those five two were very good friends of his...

He was very grim faced when he returned. Deeply troubled by what he had seen the situation was only made worse by the fact he did not know what he could do about it. Making them as comfortable as possible until they were freed from what ever had a hold on them seemed to be the only thing to do. So if she needed something like a robe to protect her from the chill as Desmond had that was what he would focus his attention on.]

[She seems to be doing surprisingly well all things considered. Of course, she tended to underdress somewhat in the weather that was common to this city, and didn't seem all that bothered by it. Still, before Eridan would arrive, there were the occasional shiver. His attention would probably be noticed later, though it was doubtful she'd ever remember any of this happening.]

[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'!

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.]

[Eridan jerks back, hissing, but lets out a laugh of his own. One of relief. She was creepy, but at least she wasn't trying to kill him.]

Wwhat the fuck. Seriously, Sam, this is fucked up.

[He sighs, leaning in slightly to try and decipher the mutterings.]

[It wasn't a language he'd know, not unless he could understand Old Irish, a very very old dialect of gaellic. Worse, it was getting interspersed with Imperial Latin and Hebrew, a hodge podge of ancient languages spoken either in her magic or Hell itself. Since she was switching from word to word, deciphering meaning was next to impossible.

And worse, as he came in that close, she licked her lips again and giggled in a particularly high pitch as her eyes widened and her claws extended, then retracted.]

[Yeah.He was so not touching that with a ten-foot pole. He knew what those claws could do--especially when she wasn't in her right mind.

Taking a step back, Eridan adjusts his cape, attempting to act nonchalant and not as terrified as he really was. What if she was stuck like this forever? Or what if it got worse?

He wasn't prepared to deal with either situation. And it didn't sit well with him, having his kismesis vulnerable like this. He was the only one allowed to hurt her.]

...Fine. I guess wwe're doin' this then. But you fuckin' owwe me wwhen you're done playin' leaky think pan.

[The claws extend and retract repeatedly a few times, but on the upside, she doesn't actually seem to be attacking him. For now, she's licking her lips more and the giggling is more of an ongoing snicker. The words fade away and she just seems to be finding things amusing.

In the distance, there was a warm glow as the sun was starting to set. It was getting late, and she'd been here a while. Attempts to get her away had always resulted in just this.]

[From where he was keeping an eye on Sam, ever the semi-diligent an resentful watchdog, Eridan yawned behind his hand and turned to watch the last rays of the sun set. He'd been up all day, and for what. She hadn't done anything except for giggle and chant.]

You'd better get done wwith this insanity routine soon, harpy. I'm runnin' out a' my limited patience.

[It takes a while. His patience is going to be tried with this whole scenario. The light is gone from the sunset and it's dark by the time anything changes. She really does seem to just be giggling away and chanting repeatedly, as if she's just waiting and waiting and...

thunk.

Her body simply collapses into a heap with a single shiver, her eyes rolled back to the back of her head while she groans in exhaustion.]

[Eridan jerks awake form his light doze when she hits the ground, laughing in a mix of anxiety and relief. Now to get her out of here before any more crazy stuff happened.]

C'mon, harpy, wwake up.

[He shook her shoulders, almost gently.]

[She murmured groggily, starting to move. An arm pressed to the earth and she lifted an inch before she collapsed again. Her throat let out low gurgling sounds and she spoke in a low, thin whisper.]

I... will... shove... the... dragon... up... her... ass.

[Blink.]

Wwhat the fuck is wwrong wwith you noww.

[Eridan wasn't sure whether to laugh or help her. So he laughed for a few minutes before leaning down grab her shoulders to help Sam sit up.]

Feel like shit. [She started to get up, but it took his effort to just get her onto her rear instead of lying down. Her tail flopped very lazily and she looked over at him.] It's all real fuzzy. Do you remember what happened?

Samantha Grey | OC (Wiiiide open)

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Seriously... I love that I have this icon for scenes like this.

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