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

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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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[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?

[comeonthensexy]

It's...

[ He frowns deeply, slowly raising his head to look at Rose. He's... missing something, somehow. But how could he be? ]

I shouldn't be here, not on the... How did I get here?

[badwolf]

[ Now it's her turn to frown. Except ... That makes a bit of sense, doesn't it? He'd certainly been out of it. It would make sense that he didn't remember it happening, right? Yeah, of course it did. ]

Th'Doctor-- Six, and I brought you in. You were out by the Heimdall gate, I think. [ She'd been in a bit of a flurry, but she's .. fairly sure. ] It was like you were waiting for something. Or .. I wouldn't say guarding. You didn't do much beyond stare and- laugh.

[ In a really weird, creepy way. ]

[comeonthensexy]

...what?

[ He stares at Rose, uncomprehending, for a moment, and then quickly looks down at his bracelet and gets the screen open. Last he remembers it was morning of--

Oh.

That's not how the network should look like at this moment. ]

That's not right...

[badwolf]

[ She meanders a little closer, taking perch on one of the couch's armrests, a foot or so away from him. ]

You were ... out of it. Like just not there or somethin'. You weren't violent- you didn't hurt anyone. You just stood there. If we tried t'move you, you'd just go back.

[ ... ]

Six might've slapped you a time or two t'try and wake you up, in case your jaw hurts.

[comeonthensexy]

Oh.

[ And, ow, yes, it does hurt now that she mentions it. Suddenly he flinches, when he realises, and brings a hand up to his jaw. ]

How hard did he slap me? Ow.

[badwolf]

Hard enough for me t'yell at him. But you were out of it in a way that even I was thinkin' about trying to wake you up that way.

[ She leans over slightly, reaching to let the tips of her fingers ghost the line of his jaw. ]

I didn't, by the way.

[goesagainst_thegrain]

[Six emerges from the kitchen, bearing another cup of tea--this one is for Eleven, if he wants it.]

I'm rather afraid I may have let my temper get the better of me.

[That was an apology, shh. He'll sort of half-hold out the cup--if Eleven doesn't want it, he can pretend he wasn't trying to hand it to him.]

[comeonthensexy]

Don't do it again.

[ He huffs, but takes the tea, thank you very much. He'll never say no to tea. ]

So you're saying... there wasn't even the slightest bit of me in me?

[badwolf]

[ She's busy sipping at her own tea as dicks are measured things are sorted out. Sort of. ]

I wouldn't think so. It .. Not even a little bit. It looked like you, was definitely you, that body. But it was...

[ She flounders slightly, glancing at Six for help. ]

[goesagainst_thegrain]

[He snorts a little at the command, but is content to stay silent until Rose looks to him for help, and then he's only too happy to jump in.]

You appeared to be almost... possessed, really. You were certainly obeying some sort of commands, even if they were rather idiotic ones.

[Seriously, who tells anyone to stand in one spot for a whole day and giggle like some kind of crazed maniac.]

[comeonthensexy]

[ He'd be more concerned about that if it wasn't for the fact that... someone controlled him. For a whole day. That's not supposed to be possible, he's supposed to be able to resist these things, this whole time he should have been fine and he should have sorted it all out by now. And Thiazi dared--

It's hard for even him to tell how much it's just his own urge or something of whatever it is that's worming its way into their minds, but suddenly he's on his feet and that full cup gets thrown into the wall, shattering and splashing tea over the surface. ]

[badwolf]

[ She's not unused to the Doctor's sudden movements when he's angry or upset or stressed, but ... throwing things is definitely new. She'd seen him knock a few things over before (off a desk or a table, once) as his Tenth self, but ... Maybe it was just the events going on. Whatever was darkening the inhabitants of the city.

She still flinches against it, though, and for once, doesn't protest his lashing out. ]

We'll figure out what it is that's doing this- if it's just Thiazi or if it's somethin' else helping her along. But havin' a tantrum isn't going to do anyone any good.

[ Okay, maybe she's going to protest a little bit. ]

[goesagainst_thegrain]

[Six jumps a little, too. He hadn't expected that, or maybe he was just too damn tired.]

Steady on!

[Jfc, he made that tea for you, stop flinging it about.]

Breaking the china won't do anything but give us more of a mess to clear up.

[...at least they can actually do something about this one, but seriously. Stop.]

[comeonthensexy]

Quiet!

[ Thiazi got into his head. Thiazi got into his head, where no one's supposed to tread, where he's only allowed a scarce few to tread, where he only accepted one to tread without him giving permission in advance. Not just with brief little ideas of violence, with sleepwalking and sleeplessness, nothing of the sort. She got into his head, for a whole day, and he did exactly what she wanted.

And no matter how hard he tries to remember it, he can't. There's just nothing, a whole day wiped out.

He marches through the room, steps heavy no matter how determined, and kicks at the shards from the cup, a painting meets its doom as he tears it down, a chair gets violently kicked over. Because there's nothing else he can get his anger out at, no one to yell at, no one to tell off because Rose and Six aren't at fault and not even in this state can he pretend it is. He's angry at a presence that barely ever shows itself, and it needs to go somewhere. ]

[badwolf]

[ She's off the end of the couch by the time the painting hits the ground, found a surface to set her teamug (or maybe she's shoved it into Six's hands), and rounded on him by the time he's kicked the chair over. ]

Hey!

[ No, he doesn't get to ignore her either. If he tries to storm off, she's following him. He tries to shout over top, well then it's going to escalate to a screaming match, won't it? Because she gets it, she does. Losing time, having someone control every part of you for an undetermined amount of time- She knows. Not just from Asgard, but from Cassandra, too. ]

No no, you don't get t'tell me to be quiet- or him! [ She throws a gesture behind her at Six. ] What the hell are you actin' like a kid for? Because you lost a day? 'Cause she got in your head an' made you do somethin' you didn't know about? So you scream an' stomp your feet? The hell is that gonna do!?

[goesagainst_thegrain]

[He grabs her mug reflexively when it's thrust into his hands, and stares at it just a moment as if bewildered how it got there.

And... well. This is not something he can ever help. Arguing with himself usually just makes things worse, even when he's trying to help. It can only be worse with the atmosphere making everyone angry and inclined to snappishness.

So, he makes the logical decision to slip out while they're having their row, setting Rose's mug on a convenient table as he passes it with a quiet *click*. There are other things he should be doing, now that he's made sure Eleven is ok.]

[comeonthensexy]

[ Except it's more than that, really. So much more, and his mind races with all of it, and no, he won't take this. He won't get told what to do, won't get told what to feel, because all this time--

He rounds on Rose in return - doesn't get closer or anything, but turns to her, and while he might normally not scream from anger... Well, she's screaming at him, and he's more than just angry. ]

A kid? A kid?! This is acting like a kid? No, no, it's not, you don't get to tell me what it is, you don't get to tell me how much this matters, you don't get to tell me what's worth screaming and stomping my feet about! So be quiet!

[badwolf]

[ It's weird, arguing with this version of him. Nine and her had fought back in the day, ans she and Ten had squabbled (though much less often), but this version... It was like he was a child. A child with a terrifying darkness to him. And that, perhaps, was what fueled her. He was used yo getting his way, and Rose wasn't going to stand for it. His reasoning didn't factor in when it came to that. Not yet. ]

I never said it didn't matter! Who the hells gonna take you seriously when you're runnin' around worse than Tony, an' then you expect us to listen when you tell us to shut it? I don't think so!

You lost a day- deal with it later, there're bigger things that, like it or not, we've got to deal with! An' I swear to god if you tell me to be quiet one more time--

[comeonthensexy]

I didn't lose a day, Rose, I lost everything.

[ She doesn't understand, couldn't because all she's done, coming here, is gain things. She's had nothing taken from her, nothing ripped out, torn away, aside from her own life once (he knows it's not that simple, that black and white, really, that she's felt plenty of pain here but). And you can deal with that, you always can. He's done it how many times? All you've got to do is take a look at Six and it's right there.

The one you hurt the least when you die is yourself. ]

You don't get it, do you? This, [ he puts his fingers to his temples, taking a few determined steps forward, ] is all I have, this is the only thing of use. They've taken my heart, my senses, my TARDIS, everything that makes me, me. Even the things that make anything worth it, the people, come and go, tomorrow all of you can be gone and I have no control of it. I have no control of anything! If I can't even be sure of my mind, then what do I have left?

Nothing but my worthless hide!

[ He slaps his chest with both hands to punctuate the last two words that tremble with lack of breath that he sucks in between his teeth a moment later, through a twisted throat and aching lungs in place of an aching heart. He never realised his eyes started burning, doesn't know how long they've been doing it, but he refuses to let anything fall. He's not going to lose that battle, not the one against himself that is the only one he can apparently win. ]

[badwolf]

[ He's half right about that. She wouldn't quite understand what it was like. She'd been losing bits of her autonomy throughout this strange time, but an entire day? She was at least human from before arriving here. She hadn't had anything taken from her, and in truth, she had gained things. More time with the Doctor, parts of him she thought she'd lost forever, other selves of him, his past, his future. Her future. And death... Not something she'd want to think about, nor factor in. She couldn't bear the thought of him, any version of him, dying over again, with or without regeneration.

But for the moment, as he punctuates his words with emphatic movements, tapping his temples, his chest- she's silent. Because he's right and she knows he's right, even if he's going about it all wrong. He isn't the only one to have lost things here, (All you've got to do is look at Six, at Eight, and it's right there) but even then, she can't hold it against him. Rose the Hypocrite would be her title should she bear a grudge for him being even a little bit selfish.

She waits till he's done, till he's pulled back again and breathes. She can hear it in his voice, his throat, how clammed up and choked he's getting, and if there's one thing she cannot stand, it's seeing him cry. So she steps forward for his step back, moving to try and take his hand- and reach again even if he tries to pull away. This she will fight for, through the muddied waters of rage and anger that she knows now aren't hers. Not entirely. ]

Then help us stop her. You have your mind now; she doesn't have complete hold of you, so do somethin' about it. And- Don't you ever call yourself worthless again.

[ Because it doesn't matter what Thiazi is trying to influence upon everyone, now. He will not think or act like that while she's around (and otherwise, if she can help it). His opinions of himself are one thing, but ti suggest that they were fact when so many of them, when she herself, knew otherwise. Even if they stripped him to his bones, he would be so much more than worthless. ]

[comeonthensexy]

[ The anger's run straight out of him, exhausted by the outburst and leaving nothing but the tiredness he'd forgotten about and the pain that leaves him on the edge to tears. He doesn't back away further, doesn't pull his hand away when she grabs it. Instead, his chin drops, he pulls in a long, shaky breath, and crumples, leans forward until his forehead drops against her shoulder and then he closes his fingers properly around hers.

He'll stop like that, without another word. ]

[badwolf]

[ It only takes a moment, but when he slumps against her, she wraps her free hand and wraps it around him. It's instinctive, no matter what the situation. Especially when he's hurting, because there is so little she seems to be able to offer him these days. It's like somehow, despite however much she wishes otherwise, there is a part of him that just doesn't ... fit with her anymore. Not to say they aren't compatible, but there's just ... something. Something that twists left when it should twist right, concave instead of convex. Something small, almost insignificant, but enough that even she can notice it.

Maybe that's why he moves on, in the end. Because people just don't fit when they aren't ... in his life anymore. Even if that's a road of thought she's outright refusing to follow right now. ]

...S'okay, Doctor. We'll get you better, I promise.

[comeonthensexy]

[ He takes another deep breath, moves his head just enough to press his lips to her shoulder instead, almost a kiss, swallows. ]

You always do...

[badwolf]

[ The hand at his back comes once to stroke against the back of his head, settling on his neck as he shifts again, mutters against her. For the first time in many hours, she feels utterly calm, if a bit sorrowed. ]

Exactly. We won't let her do it again, alright? And- I'm sorry. I didn't mean- I know it's important. I never meant to- I never meant it wasn't.