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ᴀsɢᴀʀᴅ ɢᴇɴᴇsɪs ❧ mod account ([personal profile] asgardmods) wrote in [community profile] asgardmeridiem2013-09-08 08:05 pm

[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! ]
familyissues: ({ Through the open door)

[personal profile] familyissues 2013-09-16 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Desmond lapses back into silence, blank as a piece of wood, the whole exercise and Alastair's slide into temptation going without comment, without even a shred of acknowledgment for his Assassin brother. Blood leaves a streak down his arm, cutting a red line neatly between the black whorls of his sleeve tattoo. ]
secondborn: (bury my heart next to yours)

[personal profile] secondborn 2013-09-16 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Alastair swallows, still at a loss for how to clean this up.

Well. They're in Sigyn. He could just run to his room in the Welcome Hall and grab a wet cloth or something.

Probably the best thing to do.

It's not like Desmond's going anywhere.

Carefully Alastair lowers Desmond's hand, not releasing it until it's pointing at the ground so that the blood can. Properly drip off and all that. Alastair grimaces, steps back, then nods.]


Stay there, okay?

[Like he needed to say that. He huffs at his own foolishness and runs off.

A few minutes later he's back with a wet washcloth and looking for any sign of change in Desmond's face.]