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In the Night Moderators ([personal profile] inthenightmods) wrote in [community profile] logsinthenight2019-10-09 03:38 pm

EVENT LOG: BURY A FRIEND


EVENT LOG:
BURY A FRIEND


characters: everyone.
location: around town.
date/time: october 9-17.
content: the hallucinations begin...
warnings: psychological horror. please cw tags appropriately.

it's probably something that shouldn't be said out loud

October 9 feels like a normal day at first, save for the red lighthouse beam cutting through the darkness overhead. You know by now—or you've heard—that the lighthouse is only active during ferry arrivals and events... And there's definitely no ferry docked at the, er. Beach. The town is quiet, the forest spirits behave business-as-usual, Rastus doesn't know what's up. Whatever's going on, you'll have to figure it out for yourself.

And you will, though the hallucinations are subtle at first: objects moving when they shouldn't, people's proportions looking just a bit off, voices in an empty room, and so on. Is it just your mind playing tricks in the darkness? Might be! Will did warn you all about the effects of living without a sun and a proper day/night cycle.

As the days go on, the hallucinations are harder to ignore, no matter how much you may wish to wave them off as flukes. What's wrong with everyone's faces? When did all the howling start? Who do you hold onto when the world drops out from under you? And those hands...

While you might know it can't be real, it certainly feels real. But at least it can't last forever!

...Right?

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sauntered_downward: (wing)

OTA

[personal profile] sauntered_downward 2019-10-10 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
October 15 The Cabins One responder only

Crowley leaves the cabin after his discussion with the human soldier person. He'd spent the last week entirely isolated, more or less licking his wounds and trying to pretend that he wasn't entirely at fault for what happened with the ferry, because that's how adults handle a situation like this. But after the human soldier person's reaction, he decides it's time to see what's going on.

That's when he sees him. There are coworkers you never want to see, and then there are the coworkers you have when you're in Hell. Crowley has some coworkers he's not fond of, and then there's Hastur. With slimy skin, rotting flesh, and a frog planted squarely on his head, the Duke of Hell is absolutely the last person Crowley wants to deal with here in this town. But there he is, and Crowley can see him, just at the edge of the woods.

"Shitshitshitshitshit----"

He can't run, not with his leg. But he also knows he can't possibly beat Hastur at a one on one fight, not with his powers so diminished.

He extends his wings and turns, ready to flee.



October 16 I - Bonfire OTA

Hell is a very distinctive place. There's a certain smell to it, first of all. Like everything is dying or rotting or worse. Crowley usually stayed in the upper levels, where everything was more like a really terrible office building, though he occasionally ventured to the level of Hell that was like your average Denny's for lunch.

Here, standing in front of the Bonfire, he can see another level entirely. He's been to these levels before. The deeper levels, the darker levels. The ones full of flame and misfortune and pure, unmitigated torture. People are writhing in the flames, he can see them, he can smell them burning.

"So, that's it, then?" he says, horrified, dropping back somewhere to sit. "Purgatory over, my side's been picked for me?"



October 16 II - The Cabins Closed to Aziraphale

He should not be putting as much weight on his leg as he has been. He knows this, but it's hard. What with all of the weird shit going on lately, it's especially hard. Still, time to go home, have Aziraphale carry him up to bed, and just lay there. He'll just stay in the cabin forever, he thinks. The human soldier person has no fear now, he can take care of getting them food or whatever.

He pulls open the door only to find the cabin ablaze. Everything is burning. The couch, the walls, the table. The flames lick up the side of the stairs and go up to the second floor. It's not regular fire, Crowley can feel it. It's Hellfire.

"Aziraphale!" Crowley runs into the cabin. His leg gives out under him immediately and he falls. He drags his leg, pulling himself into the flame. "Aziraphale!"

No. No, this can't happen! It can't happen here, not like this.


October 17 - The "Beach" Where the Dock Used to Be OTA

Crowley shouldn't be here. He shouldn't be out. But he can see it, he can see the ferry sinking. He knew it would be here, and he limped his way over to watch it sink again. Only this time, people are on it, everyone is going under. Aziraphale is on it. The human soldier person is on it. Everyone's going under.

He knows it's not real, but it looks so real. Everyone's seeing stuff like this, too. Everyone's affected.

He can see all of the hands, coming out of the woods. He sneers at them.

"We are all really fucked."
featherknives: (far below)

October 17th

[personal profile] featherknives 2019-10-11 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
Snap out of it, snap out of it, snap out of it- there are no hands, she's sure. Whatever this trickery is, it's not real and she shouldn't be falling for it. Xayah stumbles through the forest and out on the road that leads to the docks. The feeling of being chased, stranged cold hands gripping on her shoulder and wanting to pull her back won't vanish, but she knows it's not real. And she's giving her best not to give in to that madness.

She trips and falls a few times until she reaches the docks and suddenly everything's quiet, except the water moving slowly. She can see Crowley several feet away and briefly wonders if the presence of another person cut through the illusion she was having. Shuddering, she pulls her cloak tighter around her and sneaks her way to him.

"Hey, smartass. You shouldn't be out of bed," she looks at his leg. She understands the urge to get up and move around but he really shouldn't.
sauntered_downward: (wing 2.0)

[personal profile] sauntered_downward 2019-10-11 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
He turns to her and his eyes are really wide behind his sunglasses. He's seen some weird shit in Hell. Really weird, really bizarre. Really terrible. But this? This is absolutely nuts, and it's all over the place. He looks back at the water and yep, still there, still sinking under the water. Still not real even though it looks incredibly real. His wings twitch wanting to go out there and save his friends.

He takes a step towards Xayah and half falls onto her in order to get the weight off his leg.

"What the fuck is going on around here?" he says. "This place----everything we're seeing!"
featherknives: (in the night)

[personal profile] featherknives 2019-10-11 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
This time she's not injured and she quickly steps up to holds up his weight, shifting his hand over her shoulder and keeping him up. For a short gal, she has some strength in her body. His words seem to chase off the feeling of being hunted down (Like an Animal the voice had said before), but now she's hyper-focused on him.

"I have no idea, but you need to get it together. This is not real. Whatever you're seeing or hearing! Got it?"

Although it's hard to convince someone else when you yourself don't believe in it.
sauntered_downward: ([eyes] angry yell)

[personal profile] sauntered_downward 2019-10-11 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
And just like that, Crowley snaps out of it. Because instantly, he's not afraid, he's furious.

"It's her. It's that Lighthouse Keeper person. She's doing this to us. Making us afraid!"

He spins to face the Lighthouse and flips it the V sign. Second time in as many days he's done that. "Well, fuck you! You can't scare me off!" Nevermind how pants-wettingly terrified he was about thirty seconds ago.

He turns back to Xayah. "This has to be retribution for the ferry. She's taking it out on the town."
featherknives: (Ionians never learn.)

[personal profile] featherknives 2019-10-11 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
She's relieved to see that some sense of reason is back into him but she still has a feeling he'll act out in a very, very dumb way. This is messing with their heads and everyone's prone to making bad decisions now.

"Whether it's her or no, you won't fix anything by going after her. At least not yet!" She should put a leash on him or something...

"I don't know," she looks up at him, a contemplative frown on her face. "There are records that people went insane and at each other. Perhaps this is the reason why."

"If she really is taking it out on town, like you say, no one will take it lightly and everyone will charge at the Lighthouse. Which will result in a reset, and there's no benefit in it for her." She would have to reset the town and with Ferry gone, no new souls can come in.

Xayah's lips slowly stretch into a smirk, "The more I think about it, I think you cornered her with sinking the Ferry."
sauntered_downward: ([eyes] Oh!)

[personal profile] sauntered_downward 2019-10-11 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
"No one will fight her," Crowley says. "No, everyone's afraid of being reset. They don't want to be turned off again, they don't want to die." He points at himself. "I don't want to die either, that's not what I'm saying."

He thinks about what she's saying, about sinking the Ferry and cornering the Lighthouse Keeper. Is she right? Have they finally gotten an advantage?

A hand appears right next to Crowley, causing him to nearly leap back out of Xayah's grip. No, it doesn't feel like they have much of an advantage at all, actually.
featherknives: (I'm not joking anymore)

[personal profile] featherknives 2019-10-11 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
At least he's starting to get it. That they aren't fighting her because they don't want to, but because they don't want to die, probably worse death than the initial one.
The advantage is- there are no new souls to get here to be trapped. The disadvantage- no food or supplies. If that's the case, winter will be unforgivable and they'll have to travel very deep in the forest in search of anything to help them.

She almost falls over when Crowley leaps, but her feet dig into the ground and somehow she retains balance.

"Another one, huh?" She's not even mad now. This is really fucking them all up. Looking around frantically, she can't come up with an idea where they could go to hide but this isn't like running away from the physical enemy. "What the fuck do we do..." her eyes go wide as several pale hands start to creep their way from the dark lake.
sauntered_downward: (wing)

[personal profile] sauntered_downward 2019-10-11 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"We get away from them," he says. He can't see the ones she can, but he can see all of the ones around him, all of the ones coming from the woods. There are so many. So many, coming for them.

"We can fly, get away," he suggests. He looks out to the ferry. It looks solid enough, even as it's sinking. He could land them there for a while. It doesn't look like there's any hands by the ferry. Aziraphale could help.

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lunchbreaks: (Default)

lmk if this is cool

[personal profile] lunchbreaks 2019-10-11 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Aziraphale is just reading upstairs in his room when he hears Crowley yelling for him, and he runs down to greet him, panicked look in his eyes. Except, his eyes are a pale milky white, and his sclera are blue; his hair is wild and zig-zagged instead of in soft curls, lips stained a bruise purple in the center, skin sickly grey, crumbling like torn paper.

"Crowley? Crowley, what's wrong?" he asks, reaching for his friend, letting Crowley use him as a crutch. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?" he asks, trying to observe him for wounds.

There's a shift in his hair, and spectral moths scatter towards the flames before disappearing into mirage.

Aziraphale sees none of this, naturally.
sauntered_downward: ([eyes] show me a great plan)

100% - I don't have an icon to express how distraught he is

[personal profile] sauntered_downward 2019-10-11 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Crowley's terror exists on several levels.

Firstly, his best friend is very clearly dead. If the fact that he looks dead didn't fully give that away, the fact that he's standing in the middle of Hellfire does.

Secondly, his best friend is also very clearly a standing, discorporated shell of himself, still trying to talk to him. Asking him what's wrong like the whole house isn't totally crumbling around them and he isn't dead.

"Aziraphale!" His cry comes out as a sort of sob of anguish. This is mostly in relation to the first part of his terror, because Aziraphale is dead, and there could be nothing more terrifying than Aziraphale being dead.

"What the fuck!" he cries out, as well. This is mostly in relation to the second part of his terror, because for absolutely seriously what is going on here? How can this happen to Aziraphale?
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[personal profile] lunchbreaks 2019-10-12 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
Aziraphale, who currently has maggots crawling out of the corner of his mouth, puts his hands on his hips and frowns at Crowley. "There's no need to resort to that kind of language, now will you kindly explain what is going on?"

There might be a maggot crawling out of the corner of his eye, which causes his skin to sag sallowly around the socket.

Not only does Aziraphale seem dead, he seems, well. Quite demonic, actually. How else could he be standing in Hellfire? "And do come sit down, Crowley, you're making your leg worse."
sauntered_downward: ([eyes] show me a great plan)

[personal profile] sauntered_downward 2019-10-12 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
Did Aziraphale Fall?

The only thing more terrifying than the thought of Aziraphale dying is the thought of Aziraphale Falling. Of suddenly losing his angelic nature. And there would be only one reason Aziraphale would fall---because of Crowley. Aziraphale wouldn't fall because of himself, he's too good.

"No, Aziraphale, no!" he cries out. He can feel tears pricking his eyes, threatening to turn into full sobs. This is everything he could've feared happening right now.
lunchbreaks: (i'm just a poor boy)

[personal profile] lunchbreaks 2019-10-12 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Crowley--!" Crowley crying is honestly one of the scariest things to ever happen to Aziraphale. He reaches out to steady his friend at once. "What's wrong, you have to tell me, dear, use your words."

"Are you hurt? Have you been hurt? Talk to me, Crowley!" he exclaims, trying to check him for further injuries.
sauntered_downward: ([eyes] is that a spot?)

[personal profile] sauntered_downward 2019-10-12 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
Crowley immediately scrambles backwards, dragging his leg with him. As much as he wants to be there for Aziraphale, if Aziraphale did Fall, the angel is terrifying right now. He's falling apart, maggots are falling out of him. He looks like a shambling, walking corpse, still talking to him with that soft, kind voice.

"You're dead, Aziraphale, you're dead!" he shouts. "And now you're----you're----" He stops in his sobbing to make a confused face. "What the fuck is happening to you?"

At this point, the burning second floor falls down near him. Crowley cries out and leaps forward to pull Aziraphale out of the way. Dead or not, he's not going to have his best friend crushed by burning wood.
lunchbreaks: (dinner at the ritz we'll meet at 9)

[personal profile] lunchbreaks 2019-10-12 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Darling, yes, that is rather the point, we are both dead, now will you please start making sense, I'm really worried about--"

But then he gets cut short as Crowley pulls him aside, and his eyes go wide like saucers. "I--" Oh, well, he is really rather close.

From here, Crowley might see that Aziraphale's nose is now sliding slowly down his face, and feathers start to grow where features have melted. He's gaining a demonic affect. "Crowley, what's going on?" he asks, craning his neck. Craning, craning so far that it turns all the way around.

If Aziraphale seems a bit owlish, it seems that a totem has chosen him, same as a snake chose Crowley.
sauntered_downward: ([eyes] Oh!)

[personal profile] sauntered_downward 2019-10-12 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Demons are, in general, pretty terrifying things. Crowley, being a bit on the softer side, hasn't been terrifying in a very long time. But Hastur, Ligur, all of them, very terrifying. And Aziraphale, right now, is completely terrifying. His head spins around, feathers sprouting out of his face, and it's absolutely everything in Crowley not to shove him away in complete fear.

Falling is a horrible, horrific experience. And if Aziraphale has Fallen, then Crowley has to pull through his terror and be there for his friend, he has to.

"You Fell----Aziraphale----you Fell and----"

Did Aziraphale die? Did Aziraphale Fall? Crowley can't pull himself together enough to work it out.

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worthallthis: (startled)

October 15, I gave up on resisting

[personal profile] worthallthis 2019-10-12 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
The Soldier hadn't gotten far when it hears the door, Crowley coming out of the cabin. It looks over its shoulder, checking on him, because-- well, it's not the Soldier's job anymore, but it's still what it wants to do.

The expression on Crowley's face has it spinning around and trotting back towards him, stopping only when Crowley suddenly sprouts wings.

(What the fuck. That is so fucking neat.)

Short and sharp, to catch his attention before he takes off, the Soldier says, "Crowley!"
sauntered_downward: (wing 2.0)

Resistance is Futile!!!

[personal profile] sauntered_downward 2019-10-12 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
Crowley turns to see the human soldier person. Oh, no. Hastur will spot him quickly and no matter what the human soldier person believes, he's still just a person, just a human. Basically putty in the Duke of Hell's hands.

"Get over here!" he shouts, waving him over. "I can't get to you, get to me!"

He can get them both away, and fast.
worthallthis: (looking around)

[personal profile] worthallthis 2019-10-12 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
The Soldier pulls out one of its guns, but it does continue over to the now-winged demon. Looking around, even though the Sergeant just wants to get a better look at those wings. It doesn't see anything dangerous. At the moment, it doesn't even have any hallucinations itself.

"Crowley, what are you seeing."
sauntered_downward: (wing 2.0)

[personal profile] sauntered_downward 2019-10-13 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
"It's----one of the Dukes of Hell," he says. "There aren't any good ones, I'm afraid. But this one is particularly bad, you don't want to mess with him and I have no idea how he got here."

He gives his wings an experimental flap to see if he can get air without catching the Duke's attention.

"Come on, I'll fly you away from here, we can get back before he sees us."
worthallthis: (tactical)

[personal profile] worthallthis 2019-10-13 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
Looking around, the Soldier doesn't see anyone. Or anything, really.

Actually, not true, it sees a pair of hands beckoning them towards the forest, but when it ignores them, eyes skimming past, they both make a rude gesture at it. "Where is he. This Duke of Hell. Point him out for me."

Maybe it will make Crowley less jumpy if the Soldier shoots this Duke of Hell he's seeing. Because it's definitely a hallucination. Poor Crowley, it'd been really relieved to hear he hadn't been effected....
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"There," Crowley says, pointing out to the darkness. "He hasn't seen us yet, but he will. He can smell me. He knows I'm here."

In that moment, Hastur turns to face him, black eyes staring straight through him.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" Crowley calls out, and he makes fire appear in his hand. It won't do much to actually stop Hastur, but it'll slow him down. The light that should've appeared with the fire isn't there, but it's still hot, still damaging.
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"It's all right, Crowley. If he's here, he can be hurt, same as you." Following Crowley's pointing and gaze, and where he appears to be ready to aim his fire, the Soldier smoothly aims its gun and fires a small spread of three evenly placed bullets in a pattern that should make it impossible not to "hit" the "Duke of Hell". It's probably stupid to waste bullets on this, but it's only three. And he has more for this gun. And it might make Crowley feel better.
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Crowley watches the bullets shoot through Hastur. The Duke scowls, and stars to move towards them.

"Nope," Crowley says. "Nope, they didn't do anything to him. I got weaker here, he got stronger. We need to run."

He takes a step back and cries out when he steps on his broken leg. This damn thing is never going to heal.

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