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The City ([personal profile] citycenter) wrote in [community profile] citylogs2023-10-19 09:00 pm

EVENT: Ripples in All Directions (October 2023)





RIPPLES IN ALL DIRECTIONS.

SOMETHING DEAD THAT DOESN'T KNOW IT'S DEAD.
» THE CITY — INTRODUCTORY NOTES
Now that Halloween is just around the corner, the city is starting to come alive with seasonal cheer. You start to spot decorations scattered around the city: plastic skeletons sitting on benches, jack-o-lanterns decorating front stoops, and even a few places in the park near City Hall where the trees themselves have been decorated. It's clear that the autumn season is in full swing and the city is making the most of it.

From the morning of October 19, you also start to notice flyers hung up around the city that advertise the local university's homecoming Halloween party. They're cheerfully decorated much the same as the newsletter that was delivered to residents earlier in the month, and they're hung from light poles, pinned to bulletin boards, and occasionally fluttering on front stoops of apartment buildings. There might even be one taped to your door when you open it in the morning.

The flyer announces that the Halloween party will begin on October 22 and will run through October 31. It runs every night from sunset to midnight, and residents are encouraged to attend in costume! If they have their own costume, perhaps found at the Halloween Superstore, that's perfect—if they don't have a costume, though, one will be provided to them by the party organizers. Doesn't that just sound like fun? And the flyers really are everywhere, and that makes it hard not to take notice—but once you take notice, you really can't stop noticing.


Indeed, once you read one of the flyers, you just can't help but read the flyer every time you encounter another one. And every time you read one, you find yourself feeling a little more curious about the party being advertised. Will it be anything like the Halloween I know? you may think. Or, I don't even know what Halloween is, I wonder what it'll be like. It's not quite enough to compel you to pay a visit to the address on the flyer, which is one of the dorm buildings on the university campus, but it's definitely enough to get you thinking about Halloween. Maybe you ought to go find a costume…

But Halloween parties and costumes are not all you're thinking about. It's easy enough to write off at first, as tricks of the light or a figment of your imagination: flickers of shadow at the corner of your eye, cold spots in your apartment, creaking footsteps in your empty living room. There's nothing there when you turn your head to look, nothing there when you flick on the lightswitch to see if someone's in your house—but somehow, that doesn't reassure you.

By the evening of October 21, every resident in the city has been visited by some sort of entity haunting their house, and every resident of the city has been left a gift: a dorm room key, each differently numbered. You may find the key in your pocket, or on your bedside table, or in your favorite coffee mug.

Should you decide to attend the party, it will be up to you to decide: Is this just the City getting in the spirit of the season? Or is it something more… malevolent?



The flyers will be strewn about the city in various locations beginning on October 19. Characters who read them will find themselves feeling oddly compelled to go check out the advertised Halloween party, which will run from October 22 to October 31 between sunset and midnight. For the most part this will just feel like a sense of curiosity about the party, and astute characters may be able to pick up on the fact that they're being emotionally manipulated a bit.

Characters who choose to go can wear a costume of their choosing from the Halloween Superstore, or the City will provide one if they don't have a costume of their own yet. (Read on for more information about how characters can get their hands on a costume!)

Lastly, every character will find a dorm room key somewhere on their person before the party starts on October 22. This key may or may not correspond to a room in the dorm where the party is being held—of course, characters are not obligated to use the key, but they may want to know what's hiding behind those closed doors.

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ALL THESE GHOSTS COME STREAMING DOWN.
» THE CITY — GETTING THE PARTY STARTED
On the morning of October 22, every device in the city starts to buzz.

The screen illuminates, displaying a white page not unlike the orientation survey that welcomed you into the city. Unlike the orientation survey, though, there are no questions—only a single phrase in bold, dark text. THE GOOD OF THE MANY, it says, with a single "OK" button below.

For a minute, nothing else happens. You try to turn the device off, but the screen stays lit; you try to reboot the device, but the screen stays lit. It seems that the only way to get rid of the screen is to press the button.

…Have you done this before? Or are you having déjà vu?

At sunset that same day, the Halloween party will open for the first time. The party's entrance is located on the ground level of a large three-story dorm building in the western half of the university campus. The double doors into the building are fully decorated with folded-paper bats and ghosts, cotton batting pulled apart to make spiderwebs, and a cut-out sign that says "HAUNTED HOUSE" in bright red, dripping-blood letters. The decor looks almost… corny, hokey in a way that can't possibly be threatening. Right?

But the decorated double doors aren't the only way that residents may enter the party. Of course, the organizers would prefer that you use the front doors, but if you'd prefer not to, they have other ways of getting you inside.


After the party begins on October 22, any door in the city that you walk through has the potential to become a door into the first level of the dorm building. You may exit your apartment and find yourself standing in the darkened lobby; you may walk out of the bathroom and run right into a handful of cotton spiderwebbing. Unfortunately, there's nothing to indicate whether or not a door might lead to the party until you're through it—and once you're through it, there's no turning around. The only way out, as they say, is deeper in.

Were you wearing a costume in preparation for the party? Fantastic, you'll keep that costume on! But if you weren't wearing a costume, don't worry—the party's organizers have you covered. You look down and find that no matter what you were wearing before, you are now wearing a costume of some kind. Maybe it's one you would have chosen for yourself, or maybe it's totally not to your taste. If you truly hate it, you can try to take it off… although you may not find it easy to remove.



Once the party begins on October 22, as stated above, any door in the city has the potential to become a door that leads directly to the first level of the haunted house. Characters will not be able to tell by any means whether a door is pointed there or not; only once they're fully through the door will they realize that they're actually standing in the lobby of the decorated dorm building and not in whatever room they intended to enter. Once characters are inside, there's unfortunately no way to get out, not without making their way through the haunted house itself.

Whether a character enters the haunted house via the main double doors or through another door somewhere else in the city, they'll need to come in costume. (Their own canon clothes do not count!) If they're already wearing a costume, they can keep it on arrival; however, those who enter the haunted house costumeless will be assigned a costume at random by the city. The actual costume is up to the player's choice. It may end up being something that suits the character, or it may end up being something totally embarrassing—that's completely up to the player.

Regardless, characters will have a difficult (but not impossible) time removing the costume until they have exited the haunted house. This includes both physical difficulty (feeling as though the costume is fused to their skin, feeling physical resistance to undoing zippers/buttons, etc.) and mental difficulty (an overwhelming sense of dread or vulnerability). Characters are able to overcome both of these difficulties to remove the costume if they're dedicated enough; the clothes they were originally wearing may be still on under the costume or might be awaiting them at home when they return.

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THEY GO TO GROUND AND ROT.
» THE HAUNTED HOUSE — LEVEL 1

CONTENT WARNINGS: One image containing fake spiders, mention of spidery feelings; mention of zombies (but no images)
The ground floor of the dorm is decorated much how one might expect a haunted house at a university to be decorated. The entrance to the haunted house proper is through a tunnel of cotton spiderwebs filled with little plastic spiders, so narrow that it forces you to hunch down and squish together to get through. Although it feels claustrophobic, and you may imagine the sensation of little spider legs crawling over your body, once you make it through the tunnel it becomes clear that the spiders never actually moved. Whew!

The tunnel lets out into the first-floor dorm, a long (too long?) stretch of hallway with doors leading to rooms on either side. Some of the doors are closed and locked, but many are open, allowing you a glimpse as you pass. As you walk down the hallway, you make sure to peer into each of the rooms. Some of the doors lead to total blackness; others lead to rooms decorated like an elaborate Victorian haunted mansion, and yet others even lead to perfectly normal dorm rooms, like someone forgot to get around to decorating. And sometimes—not every time, but often enough—when you peer into one of the rooms, there's something peering back.


Most of the frights you get on the first floor come in the form of animatronics, realistic-looking ones that jump out at you as you pass and give you a fright. There's a man with a bloody knife, or a zombie with flesh hanging from its teeth, or a clown with sharp, venomous-looking fangs—they leap out of the doorways with a startling quickness, but never come close enough to touch. They just brandish their weapons, then retreat back into the room they came from as if satisfied with the scare they've given.

There are also a handful of real scare actors on the first floor as well, perhaps even some faces you recognize. They lurk in the darkened rooms and leap out with growls or shrieks, then chase you a few meters down the hall before leaving you to run away. Just like the animatronics, though, they never get close enough to touch or harm you—they just want to get your blood racing.

The rest of the scares come from paintings that abruptly change form to show a ghost's face, or candles that swoop down across your path and then move back up. And behind it all are the spooky sounds of groans and screams and tearful begging, a solemn soundtrack to your trip through the haunted house.

Oddly, you never do see a speaker. And even more oddly still, none of the rooms on the first floor match the number of the key you're holding…



The first level of the haunted house consists of fairly cheap scares, mostly relying on animatronics, voiceover tracks, and tricks of the light or optical illusions to deliver scares to the residents. Players should feel free to use their imaginations to come up with potential scares or animatronics—think something moderately more scary than Haunted Mansion but less than Halloween Horror Nights. The animatronics may feature enemies or monsters from characters' home worlds, or may be simply generic creatures you would find at a Halloween store.

In addition, the first level is also populated by characters working as scare actors. These characters may be those who attended Robby and Tsuruno's house party, or may simply be characters with a sense of humor who enjoy making other characters jump and shriek a little. Either way, these scares are harmless and non-contact. The scare actors won't harm anyone going through the haunted house, even if they do a little chasing down the hall.

Although the hallway looks oddly long and is perhaps a bit more winding than it ought to be, there doesn't seem to be anything particularly odd about the dorm building itself. Characters may, however, find that the trip through the haunted house feels shorter when they're accompanied by another.

For characters who don't wish to venture up the stairs to the second level, there is a well-hidden emergency exit tucked out of sight behind the staircase that leads upward. This is the opt-out for players who don't wish to engage with the events in the second and third levels of the dorm.

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WE WILL NOT REMAIN UNSCATHED.
» THE HAUNTED HOUSE — LEVEL 2

CONTENT WARNINGS: Generally spooky images including some ghostly ones; mention of hanging. Prompts include violence (such as mutilation) potentially leading to serious injury or death. As always, please warn appropriately!
It's once you reach the second level that you realize something has shifted.

The metal door at the end of the hallway swings shut behind you, and you immediately realize it's far too dark and far too cold. Even with your eyes wide, you can barely make out the shapes of the decorations around you; they are lit mostly by the flickering orange of electric candles and the glow of the emergency exit sign above your head. Your breath condenses into steam as you exhale, and although you rub your hands together, you can't quite seem to gain any warmth. You feel a little bit dizzy and off-kilter, and from the distance you can hear the sound of a voice murmuring in quiet, urgent tones, interrupted by brief bouts of sobbing. You try the door behind you, but it doesn't give: you are stuck here, and must make it out.

The hallway is decorated, but even the same decorations that felt corny downstairs now give this floor an air of discomfort and desperation. As you make your way down the hall, you notice that many more of the doors on this level are open, and in the sickly, dim light cast by the fake candles, you're able to catch glimpses of what's inside: shadowy figures moving in the blackness. These are creatures that seem made of the dark itself, congealed into something more or less resembling a person. There's one sitting at the desk like a good student, its too-long fingernails rasping over the surface as it scratches something into the wood. There's one sitting on the windowsill, its too-long limbs hanging out into the night. There's one hanging from the ceiling, its feet at eye level, swaying slightly in an unfelt breeze. There's one standing dead in the middle of the room and staring straight at you, its eyes two embers in its featureless head.


You lock eyes briefly and the creature starts to move: this ghost is coming after you, and this one means it. There's no animatronic rigging to stop it and pull it back into the darkness of the room, and it's no scare actor that will stop after a few meters of pursuit—no, its hands reach for you, for your hair, your throat, fingers clutching and grasping. You turn and run, but it pursues, and that voice you heard murmuring earlier is now a fever pitch of syllables behind you, half-whispered, half-screamed in a language you can't understand. The noise of it draws more ghosts out from their rooms, and they follow as you sprint down the too long, twisting length of the hallway. You can see the glow of the exit sign at the end lf the hallway, drawing closer as you madly dash for it—

And then you trip. Or maybe you're pushed, you're not sure. You hit the carpet hard and then the ghost is on you, its hands scrabbling at your throat, fingers prodding at your eyes. Of course you fight back—if you don't, you're going to die—but as you fumble blindly for something with which to beat the ghost off, you realize that this ghost has weight to it, that the fingers trying to tear out your throat aren't incorporeal and ghostly but rather the fingers of a pair of very human hands. As you blink, eyes straining in the darkness, the features of the ghost begin to resolve into those of a person.

And it is a person. It's a person you may even know, a friend of yours, a fellow resident of the City. Not a mannequin facsimile, but someone real, someone who fights you with everything in them as you struggle to break free.

Your grasping hand grips something firm, maybe a flashlight or a fire extinguisher, and you swing it as hard as you can at their head. You don't want to, this is your friend, but what choice do you have? After all—it's either them or you.



Once characters enter the second level of the haunted house, those attuned to energy flow will immediately be able to recognize this as a place full of negative ghostly energy. Characters may sneak extremely carefully and quietly through the hallways, avoiding every single ghost; they may be pursued by ghosts, but ultimately make it to the exit, beyond which the ghosts will not pursue; or they may be caught by a ghost (or "ghost") and be forced to fight for their lives.

Not all of the "ghosts" on the second level are truly ghosts. Players may opt to have their characters participate in the event as the considerably more deadly "scare actors" of the second level. Only they won't be acting: to these characters, anyone who passes by in the second-floor hallway (the "partygoer") is an absolute threat that must be dealt with immediately. Scare actor characters will be possessed by an irrepressible need to hunt down and attempt to injure or kill any partygoer or other scare actor they encounter, and can only be stopped by either death (of either the partygoer or the scare actor) or being knocked out and removed from the hallway.

These characters may also be those who attended Robby and Tsuruno's Halloween house party and ended up getting a little too in-character in a negative way (see their plotting post for more information). However, characters do not have to attend the house party in order to participate in this mechanic. Any character who enters the haunted house can become a second-floor ghost if the player so desires.

Either the scare actor or partygoer may be seriously injured or even die. If this happens to the partygoer, the haze of bloodlust will immediately lift from the scare actor and reveal to them what they've done. (If the scare actor is knocked out or dead, obviously this realization will take place after they've returned or regained consciousness.) Killing and death as a part of the October event is not subject to murder or death consequences.

If a character chooses to sneak through the second floor and avoid the ghosts, and does so by entering any of the decorated dorm rooms, they may find shorthand messages scratched into the desks, closets, or doors. These messages might just be names, familiar ones belonging to people from home, or might say things like HELP ME or ITERATION 4█ or LOOK BEHIND THE APOCALYPSES. Characters may also find small, non-magical, recognizable personal effects belonging to people from their home worlds, tucked into drawers or kicked under the bed or in some otherwise unobtrusive location, easily overlooked.

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WHEN YOU HAVE NOTHING TO SAY, SET SOMETHING ON FIRE.
» THE HAUNTED HOUSE — LEVEL 3 AND CONCLUSION
After the second level of the haunted house, the only way to go is up… assuming you survived, that is. Exhausted and battered, you make your way up the stairs—perhaps alone, perhaps with a friend, or perhaps dragging the unconscious body of your assailant-friend—and let yourself into the third-floor common area.

This is where the Halloween party is taking place! Congratulations, you made it! There's a bass-heavy soundtrack throbbing in the background, and the room is decorated once again in the cheesy Halloween decor of the entryway. A large casket full of ice holds beers and sodas, and a table in the middle of the room bears all sorts of spooky snacks: peeled-grape "eyeballs," candy corn "teeth," sour gummy worms in brownie dirt, and any other kind of snack one might imagine.


If you made it through the haunted house with a friend, you will find a letterman jacket in your favorite colors, with your name embroidered on the back, hanging on a peg on the far wall of the room. You can take it with you now, or when you go home, or you can leave it on the peg forever—it's your choice, but it is a symbol of having survived the haunted house, so it might be nice to have. Don't you think?

You may have to do this again, you realize. Now that the doors in the city occasionally open straight into the haunted house, there's no telling how many times you'll have to survive this before the Halloween party draws to its close. Maybe you do need a beer after all…

Oh, and you still don't know what dorm room that key goes to. Maybe you had better just hang onto it for now.



The topmost floor of the dorm building, the third floor, is where the "party" part of the Halloween party is taking place! The food and drink is abundant and, of course, free. There's just about any type of drink or Halloween-themed snack imaginable, so characters can help themselves. When they're through partying, there's an outside staircase that leads directly from the common room back down to ground level.

Characters who survive the haunted house in a group of two or more will find that that there is a custom-made letterman jacket with their name on the back, perfectly their size, hanging on a coat rack on the far side of the room. While wearing this jacket, characters will be less susceptible to the scares in the haunted house, and the ghosts of the second floor will not pursue them as intently (although it has no effect on scare actor characters). To any characters who are particularly sensitive to this sort of thing, the jackets do have a moderate protective effect against various negative status effects, so to speak; this effect does not diminish after the event is over. Characters can only get one jacket, their first time through the haunted house; subsequent trips through will not result in additional jackets.

The dorm room key is not a usable item during the October 2023 event, but will become usable in November and December, so characters are advised to not lose them.

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WILDCARD.
The city is by no means small, and there are plenty of things for you to see. There's no rush in exploring, so feel free to take your time looking around and peering into various nooks and crannies and alleyways—and don't worry, you're not very likely to find anything peering back.



If none of the above prompts appeal, feel free to check out the Locations and Maps pages and write your own freestyle prompt using one or many of the available locations.

This month's event headers come from "Landscape with Fruit Rot and Millipede," a poem by Richard Siken.

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perfectdevil: (lestat-26)

[personal profile] perfectdevil 2023-11-18 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lestat watches Armand seem to wilt with relief to hear of Louis' safety, so when he says such a heartfelt thing it's hardly even a surprise to Lestat's romantic heart. He knows Armand cared for Louis, he heard it in his voice despite the frustration, when Armand had seen him in that crumbling house and begged him to return to who he once was… and he knows that this place is not a balm to them like it is to himself and Louis.

He, too, has no idea what will help mend their ties, nor does he really understand the state of his own ties to Armand, but what he does know is that the idea of him not being here now is something that doesn't bear thinking about. ]


Of course I will. Once you're asleep, I'll go.

[ And maybe he will, but first he rises to his feet to shutter the windows with those heavy blinds and thick curtains, blocking out all sunlight to leave them at the mercy of their preternatural eyes and the lamp in the living room. He leaves for just a moment to retrieve a bottle of blood, and places it at the bedside, before sitting back down on the bedspread.

He moves gently, enough so that he doesn't disturb Armand too much as his eyes start to close from fatigue, and brushes a hand lovingly through his soft auburn curls. ]


Sleep, ange. You're safe now.
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[personal profile] rescinded_vow 2023-11-18 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Armand is aware of Lestat moving around, but it’s a hazy, dream like feeling. No one’s occupied this space with any sort of meaning or amount of time since he arrived here and it fills him with such a feeling of comfort that he’s a mind to weep. Tears gather at his lash line, but he’s geuninely too tired to follow through, choosing instead to curl tighter around the bear and blanket it his arms and imagine he can still smell Daniel’s cologne clinging to the soft little creature.

The eventual feeling of Lestat’s hand in his hair, comes from as if from far away and there’s a disorientating moment where the feeling is overlayed with a heavier hand, a different accent ’Sleep, Amadeo. Sleep…’ and he sighs wistfully, turning into the body next to his and closer to the touch of that hand. ]
perfectdevil: (lestat-24)

[personal profile] perfectdevil 2023-11-18 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lestat watches Armand's frame soften enough that he's sure Armand won't jostle awake, and then shifts himself to sit up against the headboard, Armand's head curled into his waist, the bear pressed up against his hip. He watches him breathe for a moment, and then leans over to switch on the little lamp at Armand's bedside, before he fishes his phone out of his pocket and video calls Louis.

Seeing his beloved's face, he smiles, but there's something apologetic lingering around his eyes. ]


Louis, forgive me for not calling sooner. I was taken to that place again, I wanted to get out as quickly as possible, but Armand was there. He was hurt, badly, by those creatures on the second floor. I patched him up and he's sleeping, he'll be fine with time — as you were — but…

[ His eyes move to the side, looking at Armand's vulnerable body pressed up against his. ]

I can't leave him like this. Please understand.
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[personal profile] deathoftheauthor 2023-11-18 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
( Louis is outside when he answers, not far from their apartment; he's been pacing the sidewalks, waiting for Lestat to return, too restless and worried to simply sit at home and wait but too weak to risk going back into that place to search for him. He's so relieved to see Lestat that he feels almost faint with it, and he has to lean against a lamppost to steady himself. But his relief quickly turns to worry, and that worry widens and redoubles on itself until Lestat tells him he isn't coming home.

Lestat's voice is weighted with more meaning than Louis can possibly pick apart, and when Lestat gazes off to the side with such tender concern, he knows without a doubt what he must be looking at. Louis looks about as pleased with the news as Lestat probably anticipated he would, but he simply nods, once, his mouth a thin line. If Armand is injured that badly, badly enough that Lestat is afraid to leave his side, it must be quite serious. Louis hadn't ever really considered the thought of Armand getting hurt — it still sounds like something he hasn't heard right, information he can't quite integrate into his reality. His stomach churns for no less than three separate reasons.
)

Is he all right? Are you? Do you need me to come? I think there's still time…
perfectdevil: (lestat-61)

[personal profile] perfectdevil 2023-11-18 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lestat can feel a trepidation winding in his chest that takes him back to when he would bark demands at Louis and give him no opportunity to argue so that he wouldn't have to wonder if he'd see him disapproving. He tries to keep his expression plain, but he can feel his eyebrows knitting a little more, an expression of obvious turmoil on his face as he watches Louis process his information. ]

I'm fine, and he will be. The wounds are large, and deep. Limbs were torn from him.

[ How to explain delicately which limbs and how fails him for the moment, so he powers past it. ]

You know where this place is, don't you? If you can make it here… I would like to see you. [ It's not like Louis was the only one experiencing worry when Lestat found himself transported to that place again, after all. ] But please don't risk anything. I want you safe.
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[personal profile] deathoftheauthor 2023-11-18 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
( Limbs? Louis' chest tightens, and his expression is very much that of a mortal blanching, fighting a wave of worry and nausea. But Lestat said he'd patched Armand up, so— then he must have put them back, yes, that's something their kind can do; Louis has never seen it done, but it had happened to Lestat's friend Nicolas, hadn't it, when Armand had taken his hands—

He lets out a heavy breath, trying to will his racing thoughts into a single direction. Focus on one task, don't get pulled into the darkness unnecessarily, you can help no one there...
)

I'll be careful. Does he need more blood? I can bring some of my bottles...
perfectdevil: (ll-23)

[personal profile] perfectdevil 2023-11-18 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lestat looks a little uncomfortable too, like he's sure he should have phrased it a little better but.. if Louis is on his way here, he can hopefully explain a little better before he falls asleep. There is at least a little time before dawn, enough for that, surely. ]

He has a refrigerator full, and the exhaustion has taken him besides. Perhaps we can do a few supply runs for him in the nights to come but-

[ He's getting ahead of himself, his worry leaking out after having been stifled for so long as he attempted to stay calm. ]

We can talk when you get here about that, can't we? Hurry, mon amour.
deathoftheauthor: (/11)

[personal profile] deathoftheauthor 2023-11-18 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
( In a way, the worry in Lestat's voice is helpful, because it gives Louis something to focus on that isn't his own emotion. Instinctively, his tone becomes reassuring, the voice he'd used to calm his younger siblings when he was still a mortal man. )

Yes, Lestat, of course. I'm on my way. I'll be there very soon, all right? I'll let myself in.

( And true to his word, once he sets off, it's only a few minutes before he arrives. He opens the door as quietly as he can, all but sneaking in and latching it behind him again. His hair is a mess and his cheeks are slightly pink and chilled from the wind; he's obviously raced here. )
perfectdevil: (ll-27)

[personal profile] perfectdevil 2023-11-18 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lestat fidgets with the phone a little once Louis has gone, his nail tapping slightly on the edge of it, mind wheeling between relief at the thought that he'll see Louis soon, that this won't be his burden to carry alone, and faint anxiety about bringing the three of them together this way. The last time hadn't been so great, after all, had it? Surely it will be different this time.

He's distracted from further wondering by the sound of Louis' unmistakeable heartbeat thundering toward them, and then the door clicking open and latching shut. ]


In here. [ He calls softly, looking to the door and helplessly smiling when he sees Louis' pinkened cheeks. ] You weren't wrong, you got here in record time.

[ It's a light attempt at a joke but it does fall a little flat what with Armand curled up against his side and the scent of congealed blood clearly lingering in the air. Lestat looks at Louis like a man might look at a compass, hoping against hope for some kind of direction to at least turn toward on his quest for answers... even though all that falls from his mouth is an honest: ]

Thank you for coming, Louis.
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[personal profile] deathoftheauthor 2023-11-18 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
( The scent of blood makes it obvious just how much Armand must have lost, and Louis feels a disconcerting mix of thirst and fear rise up in him that takes him right back to the haunted house. He makes it over to the edge of Armand's sleeping quarters and stops there, wringing his hands uncertainly as he looks down at Lestat and the slumbering, vulnerable, conspicuously undressed Armand next to him. He tries not to think of his own injury and how similar their circumstances seem; he doesn't really want to think about himself at all right now. Armand seems more or less whole, and so does Lestat, and that is enough of a relief that little else matters.

He sinks down onto one knee, meeting Lestat's eyes and extending a hand, palm up, for him to take.
)

Of course I came. I was so worried, even before you called.

Is he... ( Louis swallows. ) He'll be all right?
anthropophagite: Mine (Normal - pic#8283075)

[personal profile] anthropophagite 2023-11-18 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ... right right.

kaneki tries to relax, letting go of a small sigh, as he finally steps ahead. He pays attention to every step he takes and eventually, when nothing seems TOO dangerous, Kaneki glances over his shoulder ]


if I'm the one protecting you, does that mean I get to ask for a price? [ since Getou was offering protection for a price ]
perfectdevil: (fiftyeight)

[personal profile] perfectdevil 2023-11-18 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lestat takes the offered hand in his, lifting it to his mouth and pressing a kiss against Louis' fingertips, before he threads their fingers and lets their hold drop into his lap. ]

I believe so. That place changed him, like it did with us the first time we arrived. He was dressed like some angel or cherub, with the robe and wings. Some attempt at humour, I imagine.

[ Lestat's fingers trace back and forth over one of Louis, his eyes dropping down to the head of curls and the line of Armand's torso visible before it's shrouded by the comforter. If Louis was on his other side he'd be able to see the wounds himself, so Lestat is thankful that he has chosen to kneel beside him instead. ]

We were fighting them off, but Armand didn't have a jacket, and they overwhelmed us, separated us. I couldn't get to him, all I could do was watch while they held him down underfoot and tore the wings from his back.

[ Witnessing such an act would be horrifying enough, but to be forced to watch it happen to someone you care for... it's surely obvious, now, why Lestat looks so haunted. Watching Louis bleed out had been frightening, but at least he hadn't seen him tortured, at least he actually managed to save him before things got any worse. ]

But I shared my blood with him and he's strong. He was aware of his surroundings enough to give me directions to this place and to unlock the door with his mind, so I am sure he'll pull through given enough time.
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[personal profile] anthropophagite 2023-11-18 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ kaneki glances over his shoulder for a moment, before he looks away again ]

It's not that.[ it really isn't. Because, in the end, Kaneki is still stronger than Daniel - even if his powers aren't at 100%.

He doesn't know exactly how to admit to it, so he opts for an easy explanation ]
I'm stronger than I look.

[ it's true, he is. As strong as two men, currently. ]
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[personal profile] latersgators 2023-11-18 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"You will be!" And how can one of them feel cold and not the other if it's sort of the same body? Is Marc just trying to act tough again? He really doesn't have to - especially not around Steven, and not out here.

Steven looks decidedly less vampiric or magical without his red cloak but he's not so concerned about the state of his own outfit right now.

"What do you think the phone message meant? 'The good of the many'? It seems a wee bit profound for a-- costume party or whatever this is."
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[personal profile] scowlish 2023-11-18 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[The moment he'd seen it, everything else had gone flying out of his mind. Onni goes to the desk without thinking, without being too aware of his surroundings. It's her writing, there's no question about it, it's as if Tuuri has been here and scratched her name on the desk, in her own writing.

Onni puts his hand down and traces the scratches. They're new, fresh, as if just done, and he looks around the room, almost frantic.]


Tuuri? Tuuri?!

[She must be here somewhere. This place brings people from other worlds, who's to say they can't bring them from the past, or bring people who are dead? Who's to say she's not here, her or her spirit? All he wants is to find her.

He doesn't notice that the spirit at the window has turned, those long claws extended, to start to face him, too lost in his own grief and the moment of hope.]
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[personal profile] playing_human 2023-11-18 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Dorian gives Lestat an unamused look. It wouldn't take much to read Really? This is an observation to make right in front of your boyfriend, during a casual conversation? from his mind. Or just off his face.

But maybe it's better to just get all of this out of the way. Let Lestat catch Louis up, since they're connecting on the immortal level anyway. Fortunately, there isn't really anyone around to hear any of this, so why not?]


For now, at least. [Might as well let this cat out of the bag. Not like it isn't easily guessable.] It isn't here.
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[personal profile] justneedsomehelp 2023-11-18 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course he's freezing, but far be it for him to admit to anyone, least of all Steven. Especially when they're in some... highly questionable scenario that he's sure is going to turn south sooner or later.

"I don't know, buddy. But I don't like it." He pauses, jaw twitching. "Just stick with me, alright? Last time weird shit happened, that's when I was trapped in the mall and--"

Yeah, he's still not wanting to talk about that. "Some real creepy stuff happened."
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[personal profile] deathoftheauthor 2023-11-18 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
( Louis listens with the patient concern of someone listening to the recollection of a bad dream. He can't very well picture what Lestat is describing, it's too outlandish a thing to imagine happening to anyone, much less Armand, but he can tell Lestat was shaken by the experience, and that alone troubles him. )

How strange to think I escaped relatively unscathed.

( His voice is soft, musing; he's trying not to let himself think of why, or to feel guilt for it, or shame that such a small wound had been enough to cripple him. )

I'm certain he will. He's fortunate that you were there.
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[personal profile] scowlish 2023-11-18 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes.

[He looks back down at the photo, his sister's beautiful round face, her smile so effusive and contagious, even just in a photo. The fact she's gone is furiously unfair. He would give his life to have her back in this world. Had almost given his life to have her back in this world.

Or, rather, his own world. Not this one, this place with all the strangers from different worlds and its horrible things that happen sometimes.

For a moment, he just sits with the emotion, the desolation, the emptiness, the grief sitting just at the edges, threatening to overwhelm him to the point he can't function, the point he can't do what he needs to do to survive in this world. Even now, it's eating at his ability to keep watch in this dangerous place, keeping him from paying attention to the things around him, and that might mean his life. This emotion is dangerous, and he tries to press it down, to get it back into the box inside him that's too small to contain it.]


Especially when there were festivals in town. She wanted complicated, beautiful braids. I had to learn to make them for her.
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[personal profile] perfectdevil 2023-11-18 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lestat's eyebrows crease at that, and he snaps his focus back to Louis, fingers pressing insistently into the ones in his hold. ]

Louis, don't say such things. An inch or so above where you were hurt and it would have been your heart.

[ It kind of falls from him, to the point where even he's surprised to hear the harrowing reality fall into the air between them, and he presses his lips together as if doing so will reel it back in, will take them back to something quieter, calmer. He squeezes Louis' hand again. ]

I had to explain how the blood is slower. He was worried to hear you were hurt too. Perhaps I should have let him know.
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[personal profile] deathoftheauthor 2023-11-18 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
( Louis is surprised by the intensity of Lestat's response, but he doesn't argue. His fingers twitch, then tighten around Lestat's. Would he have died, if it had been his heart? Would that be enough? Claudia's knife had sunk into Lestat again and again, and there had been so much blood, but had the blade actually punctured his heart? And Lestat had been so close to death then that Louis had believed him truly gone.

He shakes his head.
)

No, I didn't want him to concern himself with me. You've been looking after me well enough. I'm nearly recovered, thanks to you.
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[personal profile] perfectdevil 2023-11-18 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
I think he will be concerned for you whether you want him to or not. He practically told me as much.

[ Well, the wording was certainly different, but Lestat doesn't need to explain the intricacies of that to Louis. He's sure he already knows. They had years together, after all, didn't they?

Lestat runs his thumb over the line of Louis' knuckle and then tugs very softly on his hand. ]


Will you lie up here with me? There should be enough room if you hold onto me.
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[personal profile] deathoftheauthor 2023-11-18 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
( Louis lets himself be pulled ever so slightly closer, wanting so badly to agree and yet feeling oddly as if he's intruding. He glances at the narrow space available for him, unsure. He knows that Armand wouldn't mind, likely even wants him here, and yet he feels the most terrible guilt at knowing that he wouldn't have the same longings if their positions were reversed. )

Are you certain? ( He chews at his lip. ) All right. Just for a few moments.

( He wonders if the death sleep will allow him to simply lie on the couch, when it comes. )
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[personal profile] matermali 2023-11-19 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
She must have had the most exquisite-looking braids there.

[ She leans back again to allow him some space with the memory of his sister, her hands settling in her lap while she keeps one eye on the door.

It is a sorry thing to lose someone of your blood. She was not as close with her parents as he was with his sister, but there are memories etched painfully into parts of her that can never be replaced with anything or anyone else. ]


Perhaps after we are free of this building's grasp, you can show me some of the efforts that you have put so much heart into perfecting. [ It may currently be pinned back, but her dark hair is more than long enough for braiding. ] Though, I understand if such an act would be too painful.
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patpat geto...

[personal profile] unimportant 2023-11-19 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah, that's about what she expected. It gives her no comfort or relief to share this information with someone else. Especially not the guy who carries the weight of his failure to save one of her own. A failure he was set up for from the start by Tengen. If it was only him or Gojo, she would have fought to save Riko no matter if it branded her an enemy. But she accepted she couldn't beat them both, and in doing so gave up without trying. She regrets it more and more as time goes on.

Tengen's demands have been met for a thousand years, even if it meant the sacrifice of a handful of girls to sustain their technique. All out of fear that their evolution could make them an enemy to humanity. But isn't continuing to live fueled by the history of others, their potential history, already worthy of being called an enemy?

Yuki has always thought so. If she couldn't kill Tengen, she would destroy the world they cultivated in the last thousand years. She would uproot the concept of cursed energy itself and make no place for Tengen in the new world. She can't save the vessels, so she will live for them and be their vengeance.

Carefully, knowing she's had too much, she sets her hands on the bar and uses it as an anchor to stand up. She's a little wobbly but not completely uncoordinated, and she doesn't have to step more than once to take the towel out of his hand and pad it over his bloodied palm.
]

Riko isn't there either. I don't say that to comfort you. It's just true.

[ Nothing can comfort the ugly truth so much of their foundation was built on. Yuki is different from Geto in one respect: she always knew the dark heart of Jujutsu's world because she was raised to merge with it. He was exposed to it in a thousand cuts. ]