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EVENT LOG: FEAR ITSELF

Who: EVERYONE
What: the Fear Itself mingle log
When: Day 528-531 ( Oct. 21-28 )
Where: all across the city!
Rating: PG-13. Anything higher than that should be taken to a private log, please!

Day 528 ( Oct. 21/22 )
Not wasting a moment, Odin, Hel, and Heimdall will set out for Ginnungagap once again before dawn and the other gods will stand vigil at the city gates. The natives will filter into the streets, curious for all that news of Tyr's very existence is eye-opening for them and reverent for the prospect of a new deity among them. They will pass around candles to any that want one to hold lit for their patrons until the sunlight is high enough to blow the flames out, and then they will mill around seeking comfort in anyone around them, whether to give it or receive it in this strange time between hope and grieving.

By noon, a great rumbling will crackle across the sky like the beginnings of thunder, despite the thinly clouded skies. The air will grow heavy and acrid, almost choking to breathe, as a pressure builds across the city and across the land. Just as it begins to reach painful levels, the rumbling will finally crack as one stroke of lightning spiderwebs to fill the entire sky, backlit by the distant sound of a woman shrieking in pain or anger or agony. The scream dies down just as the light fades and the sky shifts back into blue, the clouds scattered and the pressure lifted. Either the storm has past, or it has just begun; there's no telling for now.

A few hours after that, a strong wave will wash over the city, rustling plants and loose materials, and the Travellers will feel their hearts pounding once too hard, near painfully as though they've just received a severe fright. It's similar to what happened when Freyr was resurrected, but stronger and twisted into something uncomfortable, almost nauseating. The feeling will pass in the next heartbeat and just before sundown, the three gods will return from their voyage to Ginnungagap; this time, bandages will be wrapped around Odin's head and covering his left eye, and his right middle finger will be missing to the knuckle, same as his left index when they returned from resurrecting Freyr. They will make way directly to the castle and the other gods will filter in behind them, so be sure to grab them quickly if you have any desire to speak to them before the coming storm.

By dusk, the Travellers will begin to feel a creeping sense of paranoia, as though there's someone watching them from nearby and flickering out of sight just before they can turn around to catch them in the act. Over the course of the evening, the paranoia will bud into a headache and an itch at the back of their minds, like a thought they can't shake but can't reach either. By twilight, they will start to hear indistinct whispers not unlike the start of the Dream a Little Dream event, but the name of this game is hallucinations.

This first night will begin with auditory hallucinations: as the Travellers attempt to prepare for sleep ( or after long enough of not sleeping ), the whispering a will morph into crisp, clear voices that might sound as though they're speaking over your shoulder or from behind the couch or maybe it's simply inside your head. The voices can be male or female, familiar or stranger, one or a dozen, it doesn't really matter. What matters is what they say. For this stage of the curse, you will hear these voices speaking your character's fear(s) aloud, almost taunting or goading in the clear spelling of them. The auditory hallucinations will not cease at any point throughout the night and may continue on throughout the rest of the event as you please!

Day 529 ( Oct. 23/24 )
Morning brings no relief from the strange sounds, and as the Travellers go about their day, the curse will evolve into visual hallucinations. They will imagine seeing the very thing(s) they fear happening right before their eyes, despite the fact that no such thing is happening at all. It will be like a waking dream, wherein they are conscious and aware but perceiving a different reality built around their innermost fears coming into fruition. Other characters and NPCs can be involved in these hallucinations, but they will not actually be happening; physical contact or very strong words might be able to snap someone out of their visions, or they might further fuel it. Feel free to play around with this. These hallucinations can happen as frequently / last for as long or as short / cycle between fears as you'd like, and can continue to happen until the end of the event.

The general paranoia and unease will continue to grow and the day will pass under constant headaches, like an unceasing pressure inside their heads that follows them around and flares up during any hallucinations. They will begin to feel uncomfortable in their own skin, almost dysphoric with the vague impression that something is wrong and that they themselves might just be the very thing that doesn't fit. Paired with the hallucinations of their fears coming to life, tensions will be running high and even the natives will be affected, keeping to themselves until whatever this is might pass.

Day 530 ( Oct. 25/26 )
By this day, the curse will advance to physical hallucinations. What this means is that your character's fear(s) will begin to manifest in real time, no longer a trick of the imagination but a tangible embodiment of their deep rooted fears. They will be able to interact with their imagined reality, and the hallucinations will interact right back; those witnessing your character's hallucinating will only see the character talking to air, but coming in physical contact with them will absorb them into the hallucination as well. This can be a means of breaking through the episode, or further fueling the delusion.

At this stage, the hallucinations will take on a strength of their own, and they will play to your character's fear(s) to try and draw them deeper into the delusion. They will try to convince you that this is reality, that there is no escape, and that you will end your days shrouded in this fear. These hallucinations can kill your character! They are physical, which means that even if other people can't see them, your character will very much feel the weight of them if they attack or draw you into them.

Day 531 ( Oct. 27/28 )
For the last day of this event, the curse will all come together to result in catatonic hallucinations. This stage is simple: your character will be awake but inert, incapable of moving or seeing past their delusions. They will be forced to watch their fears overwhelm them without any means of snapping out of it by themselves. If your character succumbs to this level of the curse, the only way to break the hallucination will be for someone else to talk them out of it. Again, more on this in the plot notes, as this curse is fairly complicated!

While the majority of the city is either comatose or fighting off ghosts, another wave of energy will pass through the city exactly as it had at the start of the event just before sundown. Plantlife will violently begin blooming, leaves and petals bursting into the wind and carrying across the entire city - and immediately afterwards, they will wither within seconds, shrivelling up and dying on the spot. Vines will rapidly start encroaching across the sides of buildings and across yards, thick tendrils attempting to overtake any available soil and the area around it. Rain will pick up as the city starts to feel lost beneath the general theme of decay, and as the sun is setting, a new face will be seen walking through the Gate of Fire.

Vines will sprout from his footsteps as he sweeps slowly into the city as though in a daze, the storm following him and increasing in strength the further he comes into the city. Travellers can attempt to approach him, but he will be wholly non-responsive, and the pressure in their heads from the curse's headaches will increase the closer they get to him until it becomes debilitating within arm's length.

His path will head in the direction of the castle, but before he makes even halfway there, Loki will be seen running through the streets ( followed closely behind by Thor and Heimdall ) directly towards the new arrival. He will not stop for anything, and anyone in the vicinity at the time can see him use the full force of his running start to punch this frightful stranger in the face. The blow will send him flying a few fair feet, where he will lay prone and unconscious; at this point, the curse will stop, and the three gods will drag the body into the castle without a word. Explanations will have to wait For now, there's some cleaning up to do.


[ OOC NOTES: This is the mingle log for the Fear Itself event! NPCs will be available for interaction on the first day in the log header below. Please put [OPEN/CLOSED] along with the time/location of your character in the title of your comment. Let us know if you have any questions! ]
asgardsfangs: (for you to take him)

Jormungand

[personal profile] asgardsfangs 2014-10-22 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
samantha_grey: (Running)

Closed to Regina - Morning 530 TW: Blood/Violence, fears of cannibalism

[personal profile] samantha_grey 2014-10-22 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
The last week had been utter hell. Hearing Janine's voice whispering in her ear over and over again, the blurred words of the naga threatening to come real, she'd been on edge. Visions over and over again of serpents out of the corner of her eyes had Samantha completely on edge, her body tense. Asuka had been in a state too, and by now the red-head was long past the point of suspecting it was something related to what was going on right now. She was assuming that it was an attack and retaliation from Thiazi, but that didn't matter. She'd seen her visions given flesh before, after all. It didn't matter if it was Janine.

It was just as real a danger.

So, she was trying to avoid the damned thing as the visions seemed to be getting that much more 'real,' stalking her way through a dark alley on the edge of the Baldr District. Maybe if she could find one of the others, they could help...
ka_sera_sera: (old action young action gunbelts)

Roland Deschain | OTA | any district, any day

[personal profile] ka_sera_sera 2014-10-22 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
It doesn't take Roland long to figure the shape of things. On the night of day 528 and throughout the rest his shop and his assigned group only get the briefest attention. Instead he walks the streets, trying to listen and observe to see where he might be needed.

People who seem aware enough of their surroundings may get a firm, "Pardon," as he steps into their line of sight to try and get their attention. Anyone who seems farther gone will need a little more observation before he steps in, but too many of these travelers are too dangerous to just be let alone in this state.

The large purse at his side clinks gently. The potions inside (specifically sleeping and stress reduction) are carefully packed but he moves slow and cautious anyway, aware of the weight of the sword at his back and of the heavy revolver at his side. He is hoping he won't have to use them, because striking down an ally - or even a friend - is not an experience he cares to repeat. Still, if it becomes necessary, he is ready.

After it's all over, Roland may be found behind his shop in Odin district, yanking at the vines that took over Ananael's garden when their dear lost god decided to join the city again. Every now and then he mutters under his breath, words brief and aggravated. Fucking Asgard.
splendid_solitude: (pain)

Days 528-529: Open, anywhere. Day 530: [Closed to Samantha Grey] Warning: Mentions of suicide

[personal profile] splendid_solitude 2014-10-22 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Days 528-29

Saying that this had been a bad week for the young Eva pilot was an understatement. Since the very first day of the ordeal, when she had heard the murmuring voices of some unknown personage laying in her ears missives about how she would be alone for all her life, and that even if she could connect them they would just leave her in the end...just like her mother had almost twenty years before.

By the second day, the voices had been given shape, taunting her from a short distance before turning tail and returning whence they had came. It was beginning to get to Asuka, as she wondered if that was true and if, in the end, she would be alone for the rest of her life. Normally calm, collected, and a bit cold, Asuka could not help herself but to dwell on the ill thoughts the phantoms had conjured up.

She had isolated herself at the top to avoid such a feeling, but now that she had connected to others, even if just for a short period of time, would they just leave her in time to? It made her want to break down and cry, and all that come upon Asuka would likely find her in such a state, broken, eyes glazed over, and her face stained with tears.

Day 530: [Closed to Samantha Gray]

As the hallucinations had become more and more real, Asuka had returned home to her shared apartment and stayed put for sometime. She at least felt some warmth there, some tiny feeling that maybe things would not end up as the voices had told her they would.

But even in a safe place like this, she could not hide herself from the ill thoughts for long, as they took one last final shape. A physical and all to real scene of a memory she had locked away long ago, when, as a girl of no more then 4, Asuka had walked gleefully ran to tell her mother of one of her many accomplishments, only to see the her suspended from the ceiling by a noose.

The words from back then "Won't you die with me?" echoed in Asuka's head. She didn't want to die! She didn't want to be alone! But if even her mother had abandon her, what chance did she have with other people? Asuka in that moment was as she was twenty years ago. A tiny girl, weeping at the loss of her beloved mother, and utterly convinced that she would always be alone. There was little danger of the illusion killing her outright, but her broken psyche was likely more dangerous then anything the cursed world around her could conceive.

"I don't wanna die...!" She screamed over and over.
samantha_grey: (Oh shit!)

[personal profile] samantha_grey 2014-10-23 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
Samantha's shoulder was bandaged. She'd put a poultice to it to staunch any bloodflow and avoid infection. It would work, but she'd need to track down a real healer, a magical one, when this calmed down. But, for now she would have to handle the pain and deal with it on her own. At the very least, the painful encounter she'd had earlier had finally been enough to jarr her out of the mental state she'd been in. Any further whispers and hisses were faded, weak compared to before.

Fumbling with her keys, she started to work on the locks on the door. It was right about then that she heard the screams. They dragged her mind out of the previous thoughts. She could hear Asuka within and her fumbling became frantic. Why did she have to have two separate keys to unlock the door?

Ratcheting the thing open, she hauled out her sickle, breaking the chain to make sure that the door opened. "Asuka?!? Are you in there? What's going on?" she shouted as she forced her way in and slammed the door loudly behind her.
asgardspride: (and hurricanes)

Baldr

[personal profile] asgardspride 2014-10-23 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
[He stood watch quietly, somber for once. However, if any wished to speak to him, for once he was quite visible and debatably available. His mood, however, wasn't great.]
splendid_solitude: (pain)

[personal profile] splendid_solitude 2014-10-23 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
Even with Samantha shouting so loudly from the door way, Asuka was to ingrained in the prison conjured from her own memories to respond with much more then the same repetitious phrases that the demon-girl might have heard from behind the apartment's door.

"Please don't kill me!" Asuka repeated to herself.

If Samantha came close enough to be drawn into Asuka's fear-spawned reality she would be greeted by the sight of a dark and nearly empty hospital room, no one was present in the bed at the rear of the room, but, if she looked even the smallest bit up from where Asuka cowered on the floor, she would see a women in her late twenties hanging from the ceiling, suspended by a lose noose of tied together bedsheets.

Asuka herself was a wreck in a manner few had ever seen. Speaking frantically and in a tone more similar to that of a small child then a grown women, her pained cries sounded almost if she was trying to convince herself of something.
samantha_grey: (Dusk)

[personal profile] samantha_grey 2014-10-23 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
The vision came to her as she reached out for her lover. When her fingers touched Asuka's shoulder, the whole world spun and she reeled slightly. Red eyes stared in horror at the strange, surreal and macabre scene. It tugged at her heartstrings, yanked on them painfully with the memories of when she'd thought her mother had done the same. Everyone had said that she had, the press convinced she'd died alone from depression.

"No...," she murmured before she winced and coiled her arms around Asuka, clutching her close enough to be painful, her talons digging into the woman's skin while she refused to let her go. "Nobody's going to kill you. You're safe. I'm here, Asuka."
splendid_solitude: (so done with your shit)

[personal profile] splendid_solitude 2014-10-23 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
Even with her lover so close, Asuka's mind was still in a different time and place entirely. Back when she was but a little girl, she had resolved to herself that she wouldn't rely on anyone and make for a life for herself that didn't leave any openings for anyone to leave her like her mother had.

Having to experience that horrible event again only dredged those dark feelings from the deepest depths of her psyche. Leaving Asuka in a state much like her younger self had been that fateful day.

Samantha's words were pleasant and the claws pressing into her skin painful, but the wall that Asuka had built firmly around her heart would not break easily.

"No...but, in the end, you'll just leave me to." Asuka said in a low voice, burying her face in into her knees to avoid showing any more emotion then she had to. "Everyone does. That's why I don't need anyone."
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Gon Freecss l OTA l any district (day 528 and 529)

[personal profile] freecssgonwild 2014-10-23 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
( day 528 )

It’d started with the repeated taunts, threats, and matter-of-factly claims made by someone he hadn’t heard before – yet, he could assume that it was the voice of his most hated enemy, if only by what they said. It was the same one who’d experimented on his Father’s friend so heartlessly – the same person who had killed him when Gon had left him behind. There were other voices – voices that were so familiar that he knew exactly whom they belonged to.

They’ll be just like your friend! I’ll make them a weapon, too!

Your strength wasn’t good enough before, right? What makes you think that it’s gotten any better, now?

Help! Stop them! Gon!


Something was watching him – it was making all of his already-sensitive senses drive him on edge, ears and nose alert for any smells or sounds that weren’t welcomed.

In the back of his mind, he knows that it could very well be a curse. However, the voices were distracting, and it was evident that something was bothering him.

He decides to try to track down what could be the cause of this curse. Gon can be found wandering around in various districts, a rather agitated expression on his face. Sometimes, he’ll look into the distance, but quickly turns away, slapping his face harshly to remind himself that the voices aren’t real.

( day 529 )

He continues his search.

He can see her - the cat-like woman – moving around at the corner of his eyes. It wasn’t just her. There were scattered limbs – remains of body’s that he knew all too well.

However, every time she runs after her – every time he charges after her, or attempts to go to one of his friend’s bodies, they disappear. It’s as though they were never there in the first place. After a while, he stops.

If your character finds him, it's easy for someone to tell that he's visibly tired. His head once again is snapping in different directions. His expression is distant – eyes dark and full of loathing.

It’s started to become harder to remember that what’s happening isn’t real, after all.
robosnack: (dang son you're bleeding)

529

[personal profile] robosnack 2014-10-23 08:26 am (UTC)(link)
It feels like he's watching Gon spiral and there's nothing he can do to stop it, and it hurts.

Killua himself looks just as tired and worn, just as on-edge. He's jumpy, seeing shadows, hearing voices-- But aren't they all? Not that the fact makes it easier to handle. Not that anyone's found a way to stop it yet.

But he can handle it. He can handle it, he tells himself every time his brother whispers inside his mind, voice like the razor edge of a knife just brushing his consciousness, just out of reach. It's getting harder and harder to shut it out. He's doing his best to ignore the figures lurking in the corners of his vision, to step over the intangible bodies in his path; ignore it and push through.

Gon needs him. His friend needs him. He can't-- He won't run away. No matter what Illumi whispers in the darkness when he tries to sleep and can't. He won't.

"Hey."

Killua doesn't bother to knock, ducking into Gon's room and poking his head inside to see what he's up to. He'd at least finally managed to convince Gon to come back inside for now, to take a small break. They both know his search will continue to prove fruitless, but Killua also knows he's the only one who will admit it. Still, even Gon has to understand he won't get anywhere on little sleep and even less food.

"I brought some snacks. You hungry?"
freecssgonwild: aeroport (Default)

[personal profile] freecssgonwild 2014-10-23 08:37 am (UTC)(link)
He's worried about Killua.

He knows he's not alone at this point in time in seeing and hearing things. He knows that Killua is seeing something, too. He doesn't know what. All he knows is that he wants all of this to stop. He feels restless, and nauseated, and angry - as though every time he saw that familiar monster here, that familiar loathing comes back, building inwardly and threatening to surface. He keeps looking at the corner of his eye, the whispers and sounds and images of his friends continuing to pop up.

He shakes his head, looking at his boots, sitting at the edge of his bed. His normally great appetite was completely gone.

"... Hey, Killua. Are you alright?" Slowly, he looks up, watching for a reaction.

He wonders if he should eat, if only so he could continue his search. He couldn't sit still like this, even if he wanted to - not for long.
bondsofsuffering: ([Fear] divine prank?)

Hizumi Mizushiro | Any district really | OTA

[personal profile] bondsofsuffering 2014-10-23 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Night 528]

[He can be found in the Hel Welcome Hall kitchen at a rather late hour, nursing a mug of tea. He keeps hearing things; especially unpleasant, given the voice apparently speaking those words. But he knows for certain that the owner of that voice isn't around, ergo he must be imagining it. Too bad the headache isn't really helping matters.

Still, if he spots your character, he'll make an attempt to look mildly surprised rather than generally kind of moody.
]

Ah-- you couldn't sleep either?

[Day 529]

[The voice hasn't stopped.

It's obviously wearing on him. He doesn't have the same energy as he strolls around the city, running a minor errand for the Welcome Committee. Except now, there are times when he seems to catch a glimpse of someone very familiar at his side, only to turn and find that they weren't there at all.

That is, until he looks ahead once more and finds the entire street deserted. Don't mind him freezing in place, staring at what looks like an empty road in complete shock.
]

[Day 530]

[He's faring even worse today.

Maybe it's the lack of sleep, but he just feels
exhausted. His vision blurs on occasion, and there are times when he feels breathless, if not outright faint.

What's most frightening is, they are all remarkably similar to the symptoms he might exhibit only a few years down the line. But they couldn't possibly be striking now, could they...?

Eventually, a brief dizzy spell leaves him leaned up against a wall to catch his breath. Sometimes people are around, sometimes they aren't - he's given up trying to keep track anymore. At the very least, he's mostly tuned out the voices by now, but as an unfortunate result, he's mostly tuned out anyone trying to catch his attention in general. With everything going on, you'll have to forgive him if it takes a moment to notice you.
]

-Sorry, what was that?

[Day 531]

[Eventually, he had simply collapsed - or thought he had, at any rate. Others may find him slumped on the sidewalk, eyes dull as he stares at nothing in particular. But in his mind's eye, the scene is quite different.

A sterile hospital room. He doesn't recognize it, but he doesn't really have to. Hospitals tend to have the same look about them, he's noticed. The room itself is spacious, but decidedly lacking in any personality.

It's a lonely place. And it
terrifies him.]
robosnack: (u think i look cute but i could eat you)

[personal profile] robosnack 2014-10-23 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
Shutting the door behind him, Killua comes into the room to join Gon at the edge of his bed, offering over a wrapped sandwich and some chips, hoping Gon will take them. The question seems to catch him by surprise.

"I'm okay." Better than Gon, he thinks.

Illumi climbs onto the bed behind Gon, lovingly starts pressing needles into Gon's neck, all up in a line all the way to his temple on one side. And then the next.

Killua takes a deep breath, forcing his eyes away from the space behind Gon's head to focus on his friend again. Forcing a smile to go along with the motion too.

"I'm starving. Let's eat lunch together, and then we can go back out."

Please rest, at least a little.
freecssgonwild: aeroport (Default)

[personal profile] freecssgonwild 2014-10-23 09:14 am (UTC)(link)
He doesn't believe him, but he doesn't push it.

He spots spots another disfigured body at the corner of his eye - Knuckle, it looked like it belonged to. It reminded him of Kaito - arm completely gone. Legs, too - cut off neatly.

He quickly looks away, breath shuddering, gaze hardening as his mouth presses together in a tight, thin line. It's taking a great deal of strength to remind himself that it's not real, his mind screaming at him, reminding him that it's an illusion. He's reacted to those fake corpses enough. He looks again - and it's gone. Any trace of an appetite he had was completely gone.

"--I'll stay here while you eat." His voice is tense, and quickly, he stands from where he sits, despite his words.

He doesn't want to wait too long.
Edited 2014-10-23 09:15 (UTC)