[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! ]

Comments

[fishdouche]

[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.

[samantha_grey]

[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.]

[fishdouche]

[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.

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

[samantha_grey]

[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.]

[fishdouche]

[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.]

[samantha_grey]

[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.

[fishdouche]

[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.]

[samantha_grey]

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?

[fishdouche]

Yeah. I remember you fuckin' owwe me one. I'vve been sittin' here all day wwatchin' you mumble an' cackle at the castle like you got a leaky think pan.

[His anger shows just how worried he was. He frowned down at her before just sighing and hooking his arm around her shoulder and the other under her knees.]

I'm not your coddamned moirail, got it? An' you're wwalkin' part a' the wway back.

[samantha_grey]

... leaky think pan's probably about right then. [She was already trying to walk on her own, right up until the moment he unceremoniously hoisted her off of the ground. She made an indignant sound, but let it happen all the same. She was pretty sure she wouldn't be walking fast.]

You're not... but there's a bitch of a giant we both need to off for this. She's in our heads.

[fishdouche]

[He just shoots her a look, daring her to make a comment about the princess carry. He nods, jaw set firm.]

Thiazi's on top a' my fuckin' shit-list right noww. Right after you. For lettin' yourself get entangled up in this shit.

[samantha_grey]

Says the one whose think-pan's leaking like a sieve too. [She shot him a look right back, sneering at him in a 'I don't have to' sort of way.]

[fishdouche]

[Excuse you.]

I wwill fuckin' drop you, harpy. Psychotic break or not, I wwon't stand bein' insulted by you.

[samantha_grey]

[She snorted]

We're all leaking, fin-rot. You're just leaking less than most. [She hopes.] She's hitting all the city.

[fishdouche]

[He nods.]

You might be leakin', but I'm not that fuckin' wweak.

[Except that he's been violent in his own way, on edge all week like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.]

[samantha_grey]

[She leaned in to nip at his fins very lightly and breathe out over his ears.]

I'm glad both of us aren't going nuts right now.

[fishdouche]

No, just one a' us.

[He's aware of your distracting trick. And it's not going to work this time, Sam.]

So wwhat the fuck wwas this about, Sam? Wwhy's that harlot giantess only just noww startin' to take this wwar seriously?

[samantha_grey]

[Pity. She's quite distracting when she wants to be.]

Freyr, most likely. We probably pissed her the hell off by stealing him away. Take away someone's toys and they suddenly realize her home's not safe.

[fishdouche]

[He knows all about that. And if he didn't think she was literally about to fall over if he didn't hold her up, then he'd let her work her magic.]

Heh, sounds like you're not the only one prone to temper tantrums wwhen you don't get your wway.

[They're near her apartment now, and Eridan jerks his head towards the door to ask her to open it, though he doesn't seem keen on the idea of letting her down.]

[samantha_grey]

[She snorted a laugh, her tail pulling the keys from her pocket tiredly and starting the process of unlocking the door. It took a little bit, but eventually it would get open. If he wasn't letting her down, she could stomach being carried in.]

Yeah, she's brattier.

[fishdouche]

[He's not.

It's his way of saying just how worried he was about her today.]

Wwhatevver. I'vve nevver seen this Thiazi, so I'll hold off my judgements until then.

[He closes the door behind him with his shoulder, letting her flip a couple of the locks closed.]

You're not goin' to do that again, got it? I'm not your fuckin' moirail, an' I'm not lookin' after your sorry ass.

[samantha_grey]

[When enough flipped and the clicks stopped, she nodded. She could probably have tottered to the couch now, but she wasn't going to try, not just yet. Closing her eyes, she spoke in a low, resolute voice.]

I'm doing whatever I have to to get her out of my head. I'm not her fucking puppet. Don't worry about it.

[fishdouche]

Good. I put up wwith a fuckin' hell of a lot, Sam. Your other half, for example. I'm not puttin' up wwith this coddamed giantess rattlin' around in your skull.

[He huffs. Even though he's pretty sure he's almost lost Roxy, he is still reluctant to mix those categories. Bouncing back between pity and hate, fine, but not moirallegiance.

Still he carries her to the couch and sets her gently across the cushions.]

[samantha_grey]

I want both of them out. All you need to be dealing with is me. Period. I'm tired of sharing you with them. [She relaxed onto the couch and just sort of flopped languidly, sighing and closing her eyes.]

Need to build more defenses.

[fishdouche]

[That he will agree with--with a long yawn and flopping down next to her. He's exhausted after his vigil and yet unwilling to leave her to sleep.]

You an' me both. Wwe'll wwork on it... tomorrow.