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deercountry2022-12-10 06:41 pm
fogsong) wrote in deercountry2022-12-10 06:41 pm
Otherworld Log
Who: Anyone & Everyone
What: Open Log for those who want to participate in the Otherworld Player Plot (though you're free to use the player plot in your own logs)
When: December's Log
Where: All over Trench (and ever a ways outside of it)
It doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing, whether or not you're among friends or strangers, it comes for you: the fog. It rolls in so thick it muffles every sound and obscures your vision until you can see nothing but white. And then the siren begins to sound, a split-second of warning before darkness begins to descend upon you and swallow the world. You can feel the change in the air, the hairs on the back of your neck raising up, and can taste it on your lips. It tastes like rust and rot and ash.
Should you be lucky enough to have a light upon you, or see in the dark, you get to witness the world shift and corrupt right before your very eyes. Everything you see begins to fall apart. The paint on the walls chips and cracks and yellows. The wallpaper peels up, floating upward before it dissolves into nothing, revealing the bones of buildings. The carpet or the wood beneath your feet rots away and it doesn't matter what once was hidden beneath those layers, what lies beneath now is grated flooring, old tiles, battered cement, or just sheets or rusted metal. It's over in seconds and the darkness lifts and you're confronted with a Trench you've never seen before. A Trench that's been devoured and tainted.
Some may open their eyes to this place alone, others with friends or strangers by their side, but it doesn't matter who you're with, what matters is how you're going to find your way back to the Trench you know.
Exploration will prove dangerous and difficult. This Other Trench has fallen apart. The streets you're familiar with may have collapsed, forcing you to find another way around, and the buildings and shops and homes you're used to may prove impassable, doors locked or jammed or somehow blocked. Home won't be home now and might not be safe. It's the monsters, though, that make this world dangerous. They roam the streets and haunt the buildings and are drawn to every little sound you might make.
Walk fast, move quietly, and you may very well get through this.
What: Open Log for those who want to participate in the Otherworld Player Plot (though you're free to use the player plot in your own logs)
When: December's Log
Where: All over Trench (and ever a ways outside of it)
It doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing, whether or not you're among friends or strangers, it comes for you: the fog. It rolls in so thick it muffles every sound and obscures your vision until you can see nothing but white. And then the siren begins to sound, a split-second of warning before darkness begins to descend upon you and swallow the world. You can feel the change in the air, the hairs on the back of your neck raising up, and can taste it on your lips. It tastes like rust and rot and ash.
Should you be lucky enough to have a light upon you, or see in the dark, you get to witness the world shift and corrupt right before your very eyes. Everything you see begins to fall apart. The paint on the walls chips and cracks and yellows. The wallpaper peels up, floating upward before it dissolves into nothing, revealing the bones of buildings. The carpet or the wood beneath your feet rots away and it doesn't matter what once was hidden beneath those layers, what lies beneath now is grated flooring, old tiles, battered cement, or just sheets or rusted metal. It's over in seconds and the darkness lifts and you're confronted with a Trench you've never seen before. A Trench that's been devoured and tainted.
Some may open their eyes to this place alone, others with friends or strangers by their side, but it doesn't matter who you're with, what matters is how you're going to find your way back to the Trench you know.
Exploration will prove dangerous and difficult. This Other Trench has fallen apart. The streets you're familiar with may have collapsed, forcing you to find another way around, and the buildings and shops and homes you're used to may prove impassable, doors locked or jammed or somehow blocked. Home won't be home now and might not be safe. It's the monsters, though, that make this world dangerous. They roam the streets and haunt the buildings and are drawn to every little sound you might make.
Walk fast, move quietly, and you may very well get through this.
Welcome to your Otherworld.
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A rough burglary job, that's all it was. But he has that stain on his conscience from now until whenever he's permanently dead. Maybe past that, he has no idea.
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There were a lot of things she's done that will haunt her and a part of her embraces that, "It's a lesson now, Taro. One you'll carry for the rest of forever, one you may be able to pass on to someone else." For as young as she physically is, she's much more mature than she often comes across. She's led a long, tragic life and she knows better than anyone what a person learns from their tragedies and mistakes.
"You messed up but you won't make a choice like that again now."
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She's so young, but she's been through so much. "... If you ever need to talk, you can come to me, okay? I'm not going to judge you. You're a... a good friend. I know you didn't intend to get me hurt. And I want you to be able to at least go to someone when times are tough..."
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She smiles at the offer even though he can't see her face. It's a tight, pinched thing. Almost pained, "Thank you, Taro."
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He lets out a long breath, nuzzling into her shoulder. "I'm just glad you're safe. ... That's what I was worried about more, when I wasn't freaking out. Not me, but you."
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"You're a good friend, Taro, and I'm glad I've met you," and though she feels the sting of regret that she'd dragged him into that awful nightmare world, a part of her is glad for it. This gave them both the chance to shed the masks they wear around others.
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He's just tired now. The adrenaline has drained away, and he just kind of wants a nap.
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"You wanna crash here? I got an extra bed upstairs."
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He blinks slowly and pulls away slightly, looking at her.
"You don't go anywhere, okay? You need to sleep too. Don't make me turn into a big dog and pin you down."
probably a good wrap spot! they both crash and recover!