No tears, please. It's a waste of good suffering.

[reddosmod]

NOVEMBER 2021 EVENT

IMAGE DESCRIPTORS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE
Prompt One
[Image One: Red mushrooms with white spots growing rapidly.]
[Image Two: Mushrooms on log with morning mist. ] Within Prompt: Orange mushrooms walking on small, greenfeet. Jellyfish-like mushroom with mini-mushrooms growing on top. Vine-like mushrooms with clear heads. Blue mushrooms.

Prompt Two
[Image One: Corpse pinned to chainlink fence with man standing in front.]
[Image Two: Limbless, headless, semi-naked bloody bodies wiggling in walls.]

Prompt Three
[Image One: Disfigured humanoid with skin stretched over eyes and chattering, exposed teeth.]
[Image Two: Large organ-like structure pulsating with a human head attached on top via metal contraption.]

[NAVIGATION]

Prompt 1 • Prompt 2 • Prompt 3 • Plotting • Newsletter

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MUSHABOOMING

WHEN: Month of November
WHERE: Everywhere
CONTENT WARNINGS: Poisonous mushrooms that induce paralysis and suffocation and violent hallucinations.

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Come November, Trench is flourishing with a wide variety of mushrooms. Mushrooms can be found growing in the woods, around your house, and maybe even on your house if you're especially lucky...Or unlucky, depending on the type of mushroom.

The mushroom is considered to be arguably the most important food source in Trench. It's the easiest to find and grow, and one of the easiest to harvest. It's a dependable source of protein and can fill people up. They are filled with vitamins that directly help your blood and heart health and can help keep your digestive system on track. But not everyone is a mushroom farmer and most Trenchies wind up foraging for their own mushrooms. Woven baskets are sold just about everywhere to help forage. Omens are extremely good at scenting out edible mushrooms.

The following edible mushrooms can be found/grown throughout Trench: button, portobello, cremini, oyster, chanterelle, porcini, black trumpets, morels, enoki, shimeji, shiitake, and giant puffballs. If you are extremely lucky, you might even find rare truffles. Truffles can be exchanged for highly valuable goods such as magnificent jewels and specialized weapons. Or you can keep the truffles to yourself and use them in a nice dish.

It is said there are hundreds of unique species of mushrooms to Trench. The following mushrooms are permanent features in Trench and can be found most commonly during Bone Season:

WALKING TERRORS

These parasitic mushrooms seem to "walk" around the forest floor. Arcane scholars have determined that their motion is actually just a natural response to stimuli in the environment and helps the fungi to spread its spores onto living hosts. Once you have been exposed to a cloud of these spores, you will immediately begin to hallucinate the world around you warping into a terrifying hellscape. Some say that Walking Terrors have driven people to beasthood in a matter of minutes. But there is a huge benefit to finding Walking Terrors: their caps, once dried and crushed down, are an ample treatment option for corruption. The tricky part is actually getting them. Covering your entire body, head to toe, completely is one way of avoiding the spores and probably the easiest way. Does anyone have a hazmat suit? Another option is knowing a darkblood or someone with similar abilities who can manipulate the direction of the spores in the air by pushing them away. Once the caps have been removed from the rest of the mushroom, the spores seem to lose their nightmarish quality and, at most, will just make you sneeze.


FLOATERS

These mushrooms come out exclusively at night and float lazily through the air. They bob and bump around, their tentacles searching for something to cling to and settle on. They mostly search for tree branches but have been known to accidentally cling to animals and people. The tentacles paralyze any sentient being it lands on. The good thing is that the cap and the little mushrooms on top are completely harmless to touch so if you have a buddy around, they can pull them off with no problem. You'll regain the ability to move your body a few seconds after the tentacles have been removed. The paralytic quality of these tentacles do not impact vilebloods. These mushrooms dried out and cooked are said to amplify electric abilities in coldbloods for a short moment of time. They can also be used to enchant an item with paralytic properties.


WEEPERS

These rare mushrooms can pop up just about anywhere. Only one grows every hundred feet or so and they don't get any bigger than a penny. Weepers are highly sought after since they have been known to greatly reduce corruption. Consuming a Weeper raw will immediately calm someone down, get rid of any current anxiety, wash away depression and paranoia, and clear the mind of hallucinations. Weepers can sharpen the mind and help increase focus. The effect lasts for days and sometimes even weeks. It isn't a permanent cure but it sure beats having a panic attack. Weepers can be collected and saved indefinitely. There are no other uses for them than mental relief, and they must be consumed raw. Cooking a Weeper will get rid of its healing properties - but it does add great flavor to a dish! If a mentally stable person eats them, there will be no effect.


BLUE CHEEKS

These radiant mushrooms grow in clusters on healthy trees and seem to thrive among vegetation. You might find Blue Cheeks in your own garden. They are certainly pretty, but you don't want to eat these. They will cause you to slowly suffocate - even if you don't typically need to "breathe" in the traditional way. It's an agonizing way to go. Your body will start to experience micro-seizures as it locks up, your throat slowly closing up, lungs squeezing inward. It will begin to feel like someone is sitting on your chest and there will be no relief. Your cheeks start to turn blue. Most who eat Blue Cheeks wind up dead, but if someone forcibly makes you vomit shortly after consuming a Blue Cheek, you may be able to survive. Some harvest Blue Cheeks and smash them up to coat their weapons in the jelly-like substance. This substance causes the same effect but must be used while the Blue Cheek jam is still wet. It will stay wet for an hour.

THE SLEEPER FARM

WHEN: Month of November
WHERE: Everywhere + The Sleeper Farm
CONTENT WARNINGS: Kidnapping, claustrophobia, harvesting blood/organs, imprisonment, temporary nerf of powers, blood sacrifice, brief amnesia, confusion, loss of time, breathing in blood, treatment of humanoids(?) like livestock, themes of meat markets, themes of torture, mutilated corpses, mutilating injuries.

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The blood pollution is thick this month and the more a Sleeper is exposed, the more a Sleeper will find themselves falling into a strange stupor. You seem to forget what you were doing, where you are, what time it is. You will find it increasingly difficult to use your blood powers. Some may lose their new abilities entirely. It's like trying to wake up from a deep dream, everything's sluggish and hazy.

Then you blink. That's all. Maybe you went to sleep or wash your face. When you open your eyes again, you're somewhere else entirely and have no recollection of how you got there. Your body has a deep ache, you're filthy, hungry, and feel like it's somehow been days. You have nothing on you except a drab red jumpsuit. No shoes. No Omni. No weapons.

THE STALLS: 1st FLOOR

If you're lucky, you wake up in a stall with another Sleeper (or more). You can hear and feel the dull vibration of heavy machinery chugging around you; you can smell oil and something thick and musty fermenting.

You are in some way restrained upon waking, whether through shackles to the wall, one another, or some other means. Whatever put you here doesn't want you to escape. You can barely access your powers (for now), but maybe you can find help in nearby Sleepers.

Once you escape, you almost wish you had stayed in your stall. The stalls are the only thing that's farmlike about the Sleeper Farm. It's an architectural masterpiece of steel pistons gyrating, metal staircases heading in every direction, steam-powered doors that exhale open upon an approach. Oil drips continually from above, like filthy rainfall, but every now and then, so does blood of all kind. Never enough to detect the source immediately though.

Your only real option left is to...explore. And this metal palace is huge. You will find various tools for construction around: wrenches, hammers, saws, nails, anything you'd find at a hardware store. You could come across workboots, protective gloves, helmets with lights. The metal around you is boiling hot, and if you're not careful, getting burns is all too easy. You can hear something banging around above. You may even see movement through metal slots of humanoids rushing away. Then you start to find the source of the blood...

STORAGE: 2-9th Floors

Sleepers have been strung up in various locations. Maybe they are ones you recognize, maybe they are you (if you're unlucky enough to wake up like that), or maybe they are completely foreign to you, maimed beyond recognition. Many have been pinned up and mutilated in some way, whether fully skinned and bled dry, or body parts removed, skin carved into. Some have buckets beneath them to collect blood while others seem to have been decoratively destroyed. There is no saving some, but there is saving many. Some might have only just been strung up, still alive, still fully intact, and without any harm done just yet...But no matter what, most won't remember how they got there.

The further you go, the more bodies you come across. Some bodies have been rolled up into bags and tossed into empty rooms in piles. The floor is slick with blood, and the metal maze becomes increasingly complex with tighter turns and thicker blood pollution. It becomes difficult to breathe without ingesting in some kind of blood - but on the other hand...Your powers begin to work because of it. You can start to feel it coming back to you. You can feel yourself slowly start to regain your strength. Which is probably for the best, since you're not out of this hell just yet.

BLOOD HARVEST: 10th Floor

You enter a perfect, circular room built out of pure bloodstone from the different blood types, neatly flushed together in a mesmerizing display of artistry and architecture. At the center of a room is an enormous golden statue of The Tower, hands held out with palms open.

Filling the palms of the statue and surrounding the base of the Tower are hundreds of organs, perfectly intact, given to the statue in sacrifice. The miraculous thing, however, is the fact that most of the organs still seem to be functioning - or at the very least, they aren't rotting the way they should be. It isn't something one wishes to look at for too long.

More importantly, are the five doors that represent the five different blood types. Each door is made from the same gray wood, but with a single bloodstone in the center. Beyond the door is where you come to discover the true horror of where you are.

You're in a Sleeper Farm. Sleepers have been organized by blood types into a vast room. Some cannot be saved, opened up on tables, their organs already carved out and given over to the sacrifice. Others are still alive, but hooked up to tubes, their blood being pumped into vats kept in the ceiling. More disturbingly are the bodies of Sleepers that barely look like Sleepers at all anymore - they have been stripped so thoroughly of everything, left like hunks of meat on hooks. There are fires stoked towards the back, with shelves of jars with blood vials and bloodstones.

It's probably time to wonder who did this to you. Who brought you to this place?

And probably how the hell you get out.

QUICK FACTS

1. To avoid this prompt, you can simply handwave your character getting lucky or Wearing a gas mask and full facial/bodily coverage to help keep the likelihood of blood pollution impact lower.

2. If characters don't have eyes, any variation of vulnerability will count (ie; turning away from something, putting on headphones, etc).

3. Characters cannot have their Omni or any other item in this prompt except items they find along the way. They can still summon their Omens. Omens can help guide Sleepers, and provide communication. One can use Omens to transmit messages to the Network. However, characters cannot find their way to this location from outside. This is a by-chance location.

4. You can choose your character's level of restraint (muzzles/handcuffs/etc) and how easily they can escape them (maybe the shackles can be broken apart with enough strength or you need a nearby key).

5. Those whose Patron is the Tower will be able to more easily navigate the Sleeper Farm and figure out its continually moving parts. They may get a "telepathic" swaying by the Tower to go in the right direction. They will also instinctively know that they are inside the Tower's body in some way.

6. Characters can wake up in any part of the Tower and experience this prompt multiple times.

7. To get out, one must sacrifice some sort of blood or an organ directly to the Tower whether their own or someone else's. This will transport a Sleeper back into town in a random location. Alternatively: Moon Presence will be saving Sleepers by "pulling" them out of this place at random. It will feel a lot like traveling through the lamps, but Sleepers will realize it's the Moon Presence instead. She will place them back in their homes. This can be done at any time.

8. This prompt is meant to go hand-in-hand with the third prompt, but it is not required to engage with both.

BLOOD CRAZED ZEALOTS

WHEN: Month of November
WHERE: ???? Everywhere and the Sleeper Farm
CONTENT WARNINGS: Severe disorientation, psychological horror, paradoxical horror, feelings of being trapped/lost, Cenobites/beings with extreme bodily modifications, themes of mental and physical torture.

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You are not alone in the Sleeper Farm, and someone powerful has brought you here. It wasn't the Tower though. It was someone obsessed with the Tower. Or...obsessed with blood.

They lurk throughout Trench, never letting themselves be known until they want to be known. They abduct Sleepers in the blink of an eye, masters of reality-bending and experts of blood abilities.

Meet the Blood-Crazed Zealots.

Or, as you will come to learn through various interactions, ancient Sleepers who have been exposed to blood pollution for far too long and who have been completely corrupt by it. These are masters of their blood magic, darkblood magicians who can snap their fingers and rip a Sleeper off the streets. Palebloods who can make you forget who you are, where you are. Vilebloods who have mastered the exact skill of extracting blood and harvesting it for bloodstones and sacrifices. Warmbloods who have gladly given their bodies up to power the Tower. Coldbloods who keep the metal machinery of the Sleeper Farm running perfectly.

These are the Sleepers who learned to survive in a different way, Sleepers who learned to cohesively blend their skills together to not only survive but excel. Most have completely disfigured themselves, claiming it to be an act of religious commitment to the "Patron Pthumerians that guide us."

The Blood Crazed Zealots believe that they must continually sacrifice Sleepers to the Tower primarily in order to keep the city of Trench strong against corruption. And the thing is...They technically aren't wrong. The Bone Season is when Trench becomes the weakest, so the Blood Crazed Zealots work overtime to get the blood pumping into the streets.

These beings are naturally sadistic, uninterested in compassion. Yet they show the potential for what Sleepers could learn, and if you're clever enough, you may even be able to get a Blood Crazed Zealot to pause and teach you a thing about your own blood type. They are ruthless and powerful, but far from irrational or stupid. Corrupt they may be, senseless they are not.

Some of you may wake up to one of these creatures torturing you or torturing a friend. You may catch them in the streets of Trench, turning a corner, and that may be your chance to follow them into the Sleeper Farm by stepping into the black holes they leave in their wake when teleporting.

The Blood Crazed Zealots can summon hooks from nowhere and snare you in their traps. They can get extremely creative and oftentimes will enjoy dragging out the agony. They know how to drain Sleepers of their blood and their powers...So how is one to even combat one of these?

Use their own game against them, of course. Blood is power and you might as well use yours. Blood Crazed Zealots are tied to their word and obey the law of the blood. If you create a blood oath with one of these Blood Crazed Zealots that's just clever enough, you may be able to protect yourself and a few others. But be careful. Blood oaths with Blood Crazed Zealots can have loopholes. Ask to be set free and they might let your body go, but keep your mind to drive you insane.

Despite their power, they are still limited in what they can do. They can't be everywhere at once, and one can hide from them. They can even be killed if a Sleeper properly regains their strength.

QUICK FACTS

1. You can create your own variation of a Blood Crazed Zealot. Their general concept is inspired by cenobites, but the general concept is a humanoid-being who looks like they have sacrificed a good deal of their body.

2. They will communicate this information openly to Sleepers who ask about it as well as tell Sleepers about other lore and facts about blood types/the Pthumerians.

3. Their powers are based on regular blood type powers (ie; a coldblood BCZ could torture people with electricity.) Some are much weaker than others.

4. They would not accept a new Sleeper who wanted to become "one of them" since they are created after decades of exposure to blood pollution.

5. People can run into these both in the Sleeper Farm and in Trench. One could convince a Blood Crazed Zealot to bring them to the Sleeper Farm in order to save others.

CODING

Comments

Huntress (Helena Bertinelli) | Birds of Prey | OTA

[crossbow_killer]

I. The Sleeper Farm: Storage

[Goddammit. Goddammit. The hooks dig into her back with a searing pain, curved deep through skin and muscle to hold her aloft. It's an awful, excruciating feeling, and the worst is she can't get herself off of them.

Helena curses as she writhes, each new movement only making the pain worse, until she spots a fellow Trench resident. Immediately, her eyes snap to the other person there, and she calls out:] Hey! Hey! Please, help me down!

II. Blood Crazed Zealots

[She's not in a position to fight. The injuries are still deep in her muscle, and she's lost a lot of blood. What she needs is to heal, to rest, to bandage herself.

But she can't not intervene, not when she sees two of those crazed lunatics trying to grab another person to torture. As soon as she spots it, she's running towards them, grabbing the other Trenchie and trying to pull them away.]

Stop it! Get the fuck off!

I

[onekindsoul]

[Ruby had managed to escape from her cell and was trying to keep a low profile until she found something to help her defend others and escape herself. But she hears the call from Helena and she can't ignore someone suffering like this.

Her heart aches as she slips in closer and she gets a better look at her situation.]

It's okay. I'm here. I'm here.

We're getting you out of here.

[And don't mind her as she glances around the room to find some way to lower the chains holding her up.]

Jezebel Disraeli | Godchild/The Cain Saga | OTA

[delilahs_death]

I. The Sleeper Farm: The Stalls

[He wakes up with his hands bound together, chained to a post in the wall above his head. It takes him a moment to realize what must be happening, his eyes adjusting slowly without his glasses to aid him.

Hmm. Well. This was an unpleasant scenario.

Still, his voice was calm enough when he spotted a blurry shape that was, he assumed, another resident of the Trench.]

Hello there. You wouldn't mind helping me out with a bit of trouble, would you?

II. The Sleeper Farm: Blood Harvest

[There are bodies strewn everywhere, blood staining the ground, and sharp tools of torture all around them. Jezebel is calm as he walks through the scenery, his expression restrained and thoughtful. He does not seem uneasy, but he is careful not to step on any corpses all the same.

His voice is quiet when he starts to speak.]

I've seen rooms like this before. Blood was valuable back home, much as it is here.

I wonder what they were using it for.

The Stalls

[possessum]

( It's probably fortunate that it's not Peter who finds Jezebel hung up there in the stalls. He'd try to help, of course, but Peter (unsurprisingly) isn't capable of keeping it together very well in this place.

Which is why when he ends up taken here yet again, it's the other one who's immediately finding control, and the demon is not happy to be here. This time, he'd woken up in a room upstairs with a hook in his side, where they'd been bleeding him a little. The demon managed to get off from it and wrap the wound with a piece of fabric, but he's still bleeding as he makes his way back down to where he knows the stalls are, to make sure Luna hasn't been taken here again. It isn't the young witch he finds in his search, but— someone else who's familiar.

He immediately moves to help Jezebel, reaching up to try to undo the bindings. )

Doctor...! I will help you.

riz, beastars | ota

[sideeffect]

i. mushabooming

[ riz has already done his fair share of mushroom collection - still, he doesn't want to pass the opportunity by while fungi appears so plentiful.

the bear loiters outside an edge of the woods, crouching to pluck, with perhaps surprising delicateness, a mushroom from the ground. it's something he stashes away into a soft cloth bag. after some moments, should there be anyone near (provided they haven't been spooked by the sight of him), he gives a nod toward the forest, and pipes up, ]

It might be safer to travel in pairs.

[ -- he doesn't really think this is necessary. even wild bears wouldn't travel in packs, let alone someone prone to solitude as he's been. but sometimes, sometimes, a carnivore's instincts for protecting another might well up when he least expects it. so riz's head has tipped, and thus inquisitively, ]

What do you think?

ii. the first floor

( cw: oncoming panic attacks, uncomfortable animal imagery, cannibalistic-esque thoughts, & all associated with the sleeper farm )

[ here, especially, it feels easy to lose track of time.

he isn't sure how long he's been here. a few hours? a day at most? has he been here before? -- if he has, nothing about it seems familiar, and he curses himself for having taken his strength inhibitors the night prior. now would be the time to be at full bodily strength. despite this, riz has managed to break the cuffs they'd locked around his paws. the chains still hang limply from his wrists. the other issue would be the thick, steel muzzle locked about his head - it's sturdy, tightly fit, even if some of its bars do appear bent. ]

[ his clothes are streaked with blood and dirt, and his fur is matted with it, that of which hides bruises and deep cuts, and burns; for a moment, with whoever else happens to have been or entered into the area, the room appears free of any captors. riz shuffles about, breaking open drawers, shifting through debris. the smell of blood and flesh in other, unseen areas clogs the air, overbearing and distracting. he swallows. after a moment, riz speaks, his low rumble of a voice verging on panicked, ]

I.. can't find any key...

[ in some strange, twisted way, riz isn't sure if he should try to take the muzzle off. ]

iii. wildcard

( ooc: for prompt ii, i am easygoing whether and where any key can be found, whether the muzzle can be taken off by brute force or another method, etc. otherwise! feel free to plot with me through PM or at kirbies. ty! )

1. mushrooming!

[brokebitchmountain]

[ Zhongli might step forward with arms crossed as Riz proposes that question. There's a silent nod from him as he looks back over towards his newfound companion.

If Riz's completely inhuman look fazes the archon he makes little effort to show it as he begins to speak. ] Traveling in pairs in any situation that requires going into the depths of a forest is never a bad idea. It will be easier to forage and find things with the extra pair of eyes. Let us be on alert for anything strange and should we need assistance the summoning of our omens to seek one another out would be beneficial as well.

Nancy Wheeler | Stranger Things

[findingtruth]

Mushabooming

[Nancy walks along a dirt-covered cobblestone path, a notebook and pen clutched closely to her chest. While others forage and collect mushrooms, Nancy studies, searching for some of Trench’s more unique mushroom species. Alongside her walks her omen, who seems endlessly alert and observant. The cat keeps close to Nancy most of the time but occasionally trots ahead of her, usually to bring Nancy’s attention to one of Trench’s strange mushrooms. The cat, at one stage, circles a cluster of weepers and touches them with her paw.]

Is this one safe?

[Nancy asks, and the cat stares up at her, paw still sitting upon the cluster. The omen answers by patting the mushrooms with her paw again, very pointedly.

Later, the pair encounter some blue cheeks growing at the base of a tree, and Nancy immediately notes the pretty, blue coloring. Nancy crouches down to get a closer look, and her omen immediately pushes herself between Nancy and the mushroom, swatting her leg with her paw.]

Hey!

[The cat swats her again, lashing out several times.]

Okay. [Swat.] Okay, Daisy. I’ll leave it alone. Don’t worry.

[Daisy sits, staring up at her with large, judgemental eyes. At least she’s stopped hitting Nancy with her paw. Nancy stands and turns to see a Sleeper close by.]

Don't touch the blue ones.

The Sleeper Farm

A. The Stalls: 1st floor [[CW: Skin trauma, blood, kidnapping, restraints]]
[Nancy opens her eyes to the sound of heavy machinery and the thick smell of oil lingering in the stale air. There’s another smell accompanying it that she can’t put her finger on, but it’s foul and stomach-churning. Her entire body aches, and her head feels heavy, and it doesn’t take her long to realize that she’s been restrained with rope. Nancy has enough sense to remain silent, but a sickening fog of fear begins to spread through her. She wriggles her arms, but the rope bound around her wrists is tied tightly, and she can feel a burning pull in her shoulder blades and neck from having her arms tied behind her back.

After a fair amount of struggling, she manages to loosen the rope, and eventually, it falls to the ground. She stands, looking down at her skin – there are angry, red rope marks around her wrists and patches of darker red, where blood has begun to pool under her skin.

She stands, gritting her teeth, and walks out of the stall, eyes widening at the sight before her. She sees steel and oil and hears a strange, repetitive banging noise upstairs. Nancy notices a hammer nearby and grabs it, looking up in time to see another Sleeper, looking as lost as she feels. She grips the hammer in one hand and, after making eye contact, uses the other to point to the door up ahead. She wants the Sleeper to accompany her. She wants to get out of here, but not without helping anyone stuck in this strange place.]

B. Storage: 2-9th Floors [[CW: Death, mutilation, face/body trauma, blood]]

[She finds her way to the upper floors, clutching her hammer tightly. She wishes she had her gun, but she’ll have to make do with what she’s got. She sees maimed and mutilated bodies lying in pools of thick blood, their chests torn open, limbs removed, and faces smashed in. She chokes back a cry of horror and tries not to look, but the grotesque images are already etched in her mind. Nancy takes deep breaths, placing her hand over her mouth.

She sees movement, and her attention is drawn to an unharmed Sleeper, strung up and still alive. Without hesitation, she races towards them and begins to assess their potential injuries.]

Hey. [She whispers, placing a hand on their shoulder.] Hey. Stay still. I’m getting you out of here, okay?

Mushabooming

[subject_013]

[A small weasel Omen with white-flecked brown fur bounds through the leaf mold, sniffing at a cluster of red capped mushrooms before calling over their shoulder, in a Cockney accent - think a less exaggerated version of Dick Van Dyke's accent in 'Mary Poppins'. "Oyy! Boss, found some purty red ones.' the Omen calls. Then darting a look at Nancy adds, 'Got a youngster lookin' for info, too.']

One moment.

[The words, spoken by a deep voice with a polite British accent, comes from somewhere above. A tall man in a rough black wool suit drops from a nearby tree, landing on his feet in a heap of fallen leaves, then straightens up, dropping some shelf mushrooms into a basket nestled in the roots of another tree.]

Puzzled by some of the local fungi? I might be of assistance.

Atsushi Nakajima | Bungo Stray Dogs

[undermoonlight]

(A) Foraging for Knowledge... and Mushrooms!

[Atsushi is among the many who choose to forage for mushrooms that season. He's not quite sure what to make with them yet, but some food is better than no food. The problem initially being that he knows almost nothing about mushrooms or foraging in general... Fortunately, humanity has a solution for ignorance.

He's easy to find in places where mushrooms grow, often kneeling by the various growths. Hanging off one arm is a woven basket. Held in the other hand is a field guide, which he borrowed from the archive. Atsushi flips through the pages, comparing the images to the mushroom that he's found.]

That one is... enoki? Really? [He gently pokes it, bracing himself for a disaster... but this one doesn't paralyze him. Atsushi sighs.] What kind of world am I in that I'm afraid of mushrooms? Ugh...

[His tiger senses help him sense a presence behind him. Atsushi turns to look over his shoulder, tense for a moment... then sighs.] Oh. Hello. S-Sorry. [For what? Being paranoid?]

(B) Sleeper Farm | Rescues

[On his first run through the sleeper farmer, Atsushi had been rescued by the Moon Presence. He had the opportunity to rest and a blessing to count, but he couldn't bring himself to do either. Instead, anger simmered inside of him. He'd eventually had enough of sitting around and hoping everyone would be alright, and taken matters into his own hands. After forcing one of the BCZs to bring him back, Atsushi once again found himself in the Sleeper Farm. But this time, he wasn't going to be a victim.

He backtracked to the stalls, checking each one for captives. Each time he crossed paths with someone, his irritability seemed to spike. He quietly slips into the stalls one by one, carefully slides the doors behind him, and slowly approaches whoever has been captured in there.]

Hey. Are you awake?

(C) Tired Tiger (Trench, Sleeper Farm mentions)

[There are many downsides to being a heroic fool. Like throwing yourself into dangerous situations, over and over, because your body regenerates and you don't care about your wellbeing anyway. The mental fatigue is another issue entirely. Atsushi can't shake the images from his mind or mute the pained voices in his head. Every time he rescues someone, he's left feeling guilty for not saving everyone. Kunikida's wisdom rings in his head too, reminding him that he can't save everyone.

But he has to try, right?

Yet, the Moon Presence whisks him away to safety once again. Atsushi goes from trying to rescue people to sitting up in his bed, safe and sound. He's up in a flash and rushing out the front door, driven less by logic and more by rage.]

Hey! I'm not done there yet-- [But he's also tired. And hurt. Not even the Tiger can fully keep up with healing him anymore. In his haste, Atsushi trips and takes a nose dive into the dirt. Too stubborn to take the hint, he begins trying to stand again.]

... I'm not done yet. There are still people there, dammit..!

c | cw: corruption, blood.

[deathrespect]

( Samatoki isn't well himself.

He's in the same boat; he'd never consider himself a hero, but something about the whole Sleeper Farm thing just snapped something in him.

Samatoki watches Atsushi faceplant onto the ground, and he's quick to shoot forward and offer a hand.

He's bleeding pale blood from his nose, eyes reddened. He wipes at his face quickly. )

Ah. Hey. You all right?

( He's tense. Clearly unwell. But stable at the moment. )

Lucille Sharpe | Crimson Peak

[blackmothwings]

The Sleeper Farm

A. 1st Floor [[CW: Restraints, kidnapping, reference to asylums]]
[She awakens to the feeling of cold metal clamped around her wrists and to the sound of heavy machinery coming from every direction. She doesn’t know where she is or how she got here, but she knows she has to get out. Her body hurts, every muscle and joint aching and protesting against movement. She feels like she hasn’t bathed in days.

She grows increasingly agitated by the second. Restraints remind her of a time, long ago, where she’d been forced to endure a terrible place of screams and abuse. She’d been restrained many times during that painful chapter of her life, made to feel powerless and vulnerable. Memories of that place claw their way to the surface, and she has to close her eyes for a moment.

Has to breathe.

Luckily for Lucille, her bobby pins are still in her hair, so she awkwardly reaches up and grabs for one. Strands of dark, chestnut-colored hair flutter down and dangle over her eye, but it doesn't seem to bother her. She carefully slides the bobby pin into the lock and wiggles it around. Eventually, the handcuffs spring open, and she cautiously sets them down.

She stands, steps out of the stall, and immediately begins to assess her surroundings. She sees thick droplets of oil falling from the roof and splashing on the floor. She sees metal staircases and a table full of tools. She quickly grabs a saw from the table and returns to the stalls, searching each one. Afraid of finding someone she cares for.

She finds a fellow Sleeper, and regardless of who they are, she moves over to them to help. Despite the situation, she’s calm and composed. Any fear and discomfort present in Lucille are expertly suppressed and muffled, banned from rearing their heads. She’s spent years keeping her emotions in check, finding ways to stay calm in terrible circumstances. This is no different for her.]

I shall free you, but you must be quiet.

B. Storage [[CW: Gore, reference to murder, death, corpses]]
[Death and gore do not faze Lucille. Upon seeing such grotesque sights, a normal person might feel sick to the stomach. They might express fear and horror -- normal reactions to horrific situations. But Lucille isn’t normal. Lucille has killed and maimed in the past, and so gore and blood no longer turn her stomach. She looks at the corpses with ease, observing the various degrees of mutilation with a stony-faced expression. If a fellow Sleeper happens to be accompanying her, she looks over her shoulder at them.]

We’d best tread carefully. Whoever did this is most likely present.

[The corpses may not bother her, but she is concerned over potentially meeting the person – or creature – responsible for this macabre display. Forever the survivalist, she knows they have to stay on full alert, so they don’t meet similar fates.

If she stumbles across a living Sleeper dangling among the dead, she’ll use her saw to cut them down.]

I need you to be silent. [She says firmly while sawing at the rope.] I don’t wish to attract attention.

Blood Crazed Zealots

A. [Closed to Close CR] [[CW: Torture, kidnapping, blood, violence]]
[ She has caught glimpses of them while trapped in the Sleeper Farm, torturing people in brutal, stomach-churning ways. They’re ruthless and cold – and she recognizes herself in them. In their methods. She, too, is capable of being that monstrous, of drawing out pain and agony for as long as possible. She, too, has carried on with her terrible tasks, undisturbed by the cries and desperate pleas of her poor victims. The Zealots don’t frighten her. Monsters recognize other monsters with ease, after all.

She sees unfamiliar faces and silently passes them by. She isn’t about to challenge a Blood Crazed Zealot for someone she doesn’t know. After all, would they help her if the roles were reversed?

But then she sees someone that she does recognize. Someone she cares about. The Zealot hasn’t started their torture yet, but they have a tray of sharp, unpleasant tools standing on a table nearby, ready for use. Seeing her friend there stirs up feelings of horror and rage -- rare feelings for someone like Lucille. She can feel her blood beginning to boil, her heart racing, and she needs to intervene. No one harms her friends. She’s always vowed to do anything in her power to protect them from harm.

Violence against her friends is, in her mind, violence against her as well. She’d promised herself never to kill needlessly, but she knows she’ll never be able to stifle the monster forever. Not when her dear ones are involved. So she lurks in the shadows, holding a wrench in her hand. And like a wild animal stalking her prey, she creeps forward, eyes on her victim…]

B. [[CW: Blood, murder, stabbing, face trauma]]
[Perhaps you’re unlucky enough to find Lucille in Trench, standing over the body of a Blood Crazed Zealot, her hands and clothes smeared with green blood. The knife clenched in Lucille’s hand, and the stab wounds to the Zealot’s face and chest tell an obvious story.

She breathes heavily, wearing a proud and accomplished face. She hears footsteps and looks over her shoulder, meeting the Sleeper’s eye. She’s usually so secretive about her murders and would normally attack the witness on the spot to protect her secret. But the Zealots are monsters, deserving of punishment. Surely it’s justified this time.]

You can stand there and stare, you can run, or you can make yourself useful.

[She says, a little too calmly for someone who has just stabbed the crap out of someone. She nonchalantly picks up a dirty, stained sack, and places the opening near the dead Zealot's head. She isn't exactly hiding what she's planning to do, here.]

But if you’re here to chastise me, then you’d best save your breath.

farm, B2

[unsheathedfromreality]

["Living" is perhaps a misnomer in Illarion's case: He's not.

But on waking gagged and pinioned, feet bound to the floor and arms so high above his head he's certain a shoulder's about to dislocate if he moves it at all, he knew outside rescue was a better bet than trying to free himself.

So he's kept his eyes open and his head on a swivel for anyone moving through his hallway. Not that he could see anyone, but it will distinguish him from the non-mobile corpses.

The person who does come to his eventual rescue is not the one he would have expected, but he'll take her; he's a life-long example that the small and unassuming could do far more than anyone expected of them.

Besides, she's chosen to approach him while all the rest of his out-self is visible; most would see a monster. That counted for something. He's quick to close his eyes--all of them, on his face and amongst his plumage--before inclining his head in mute assent. He'll be quiet; just get him down.]

Faolan | The Bridei Chronicles | Vileblood | OTA!

[reticence]

MUSHABOOMING -- foraging or rescuing ota!!
Faolan is no stranger to foraging in the woods. As soon as the mushrooms had begun to spring up around the city (and once he's determined that they are indeed safe to ingest -- he'd already had enough trouble with food the last month already) Faolan is out with a basket, on the hunt for more.

He had not expected 'hunt' to be quite so literal a description for it, though.

The object in front of him looks like a mushroom, though it seems to be floating mid-air. It's the tendrils that are dangling underneath the -- creature? Is it a creature, if it looks like a mushroom? It is moving about, and he's certainly never seen a mushroom do that, but then again he's seen far stranger things happen in the Trench. In any case, it's the tendrils it dangles below itself that he is most concerned about. He doesn't have to be an expert in the wildlife here to understand that tentacles usually spell trouble.

Trouble that seems to be headed directly your way...

"Look out!"

THE SLEEPER FARM (Floor 1)
((ooc: For Faolan's sake I'm trying to keep his experiences as positive-leaning as I can in this. He has spent time in a torture prison before and there is potential for PTSD triggers that I am trying to avoid -- so long as he isn't the one in danger we should be okay so if you need rescuing, he's your man!!))

Faolan wakes to a dull throbbing ache in his head and his shoulders, both alerting him that something is not right here. He immediately realizes the latter is because his arms are both tied behind his back as he opens his eyes to find himself lying sideways on the hard stone floor of -- a cell? Certainly some sort of small chamber.

He pushes himself up as best he can, given his lack of leverage, and purses his lips as he notices that not only are his boots gone, but so is the dagger that he normally keeps within his boot as well. This would be easier with a knife, though he supposes it wouldn't be the first time he's escaped from bondage without one...

Pushing himself unsteadily to his feet, he makes an attempt to look around the place for some piece of detritus that might make this easier than his bare hands working the knots behind his back, which is when he realizes he is not, in fact, alone.

"Are you alive?"

WILDCARD
((ooc: i am open to wildcard ideas! here is my thread for faolan on the plotting post, just come chat with me there! c: ))

MUSHABOOMING

[demonicbeauty]

Ariadne rather enjoyed gathering mushrooms. Back in Valeria, she would sometimes slip out to the forest with the healers and their pigs to dig for truffles. Always eager to prove her worth, she would try to compete with the pigs, to make it clear that she was the better, that she was the champion.

Of course, she'd outgrown that competitive side somewhat.

But certainly not her love of foraging.

So far, she'd been out almost five days in a row, filling up her baskets with everything she could find that she recognized, although she gave a wide berth to the unfamiliar species. Wisely so, considering the fact that one was rising up behind her, into the air.

She was actually reaching for what looked like a morel when the Floater unexpected dropped down onto her. Of course, she hadn't detected its scent on the wind, because it was just a mushroom. And she hadn't heard it coming. It was all so fast. One moment, she was just going about her day, the next she was sprawled face-first in the dirt, unable to move. Her hair spread out around her like a spider with its legs all akimbo.

Zhongli (Genshin Impact) - Darkblood - OTA

[brokebitchmountain]

Mushabooming 🍄

[ If you see a gorgeous, giant, dragon flying through the sky a man will be seen riding cupped in the dragon's claw. It's only when something is spotted that the dragon lets out an audible grumble and dips down low to the ground so that Zhongli might land with little effort to the ground beneath him. He'll look back at Exuvia with a silent nod, turning towards anyone who is also in the race to hunt for these mushrooms, before he looks towards Trenchwood. ] There seems to be a good deal of these prized mushrooms within the woods. If you are seeking them as well, perhaps we might venture in together?

[ Says the random mysterious man with his large dragon that just hovers behind him, amber reptilian eyes aglow with curiosity. ] It seems they are worth quite a significant amount in terms of trade. Perhaps we might be able to find a rare one or two. Though I am no expert in the field, there are bound to be some within this forest.

Blood Crazed Zealots 🩸

[ The zealot's attacks upon the general Sleeper populace do not go unnoticed by Zhongli. As a god who was once the protector and overseer of his people these attacks instinctively make him want to try and protect those Sleepers who cannot defend themselves. So it's at some point during the night when Zhongli is tailing one of them only to lose the zealot when it steps into its portal. There's an annoyed look from the ex-geo archon but that annoyance turns to surprise as the portal erupts from behind him and the zealot comes screaming through it, ready to attack and take Zhongl prisoner. There's the sound of the cracking of rock, loud enough to draw attention to the abandoned alley way that Zhongli and the zealot are currently fighting in. Zhongli's eyes are aglow with pure geo energy as the rock encircles the zealot but to no avail. He is hit with a force that sends him crashing into the wall of the surrounding building as a pained gasp escapes him, he'll fall to one knee as he looks back up at the zealot, darkblood dripping down the side of his face.

That's when those chains with the hooks come into play and there's an audible yell of pain from Zhongli as he'll be hanging in the air via those hooks. A little help would be appreciated?? ]

Wildcard;

[ If you'd like to do sleeper farm things lmk and we can hash something out via discord @ levantholos#4601 or on plurk @ pathogenic ]

Mushabooming

[sparkknight]

[Klee happily hums as she outside foraging for mushrooms and perhaps other things when she spots the dragon overhead and stares. It's so big. Almost as big as the dragon she once rode on thanks to Master Tone Deaf Bard. She blinks as a man steps down from the dragon's claw. She blinks as it takes a few seconds to understand what the fancy dressed man is asking before she nods]

Uhuh! Klee is looking for some mushrooms, but I don't mind if you help Mister! I know about all sorts of mushrooms. So Klee can help. Oh um just be careful of the walking one and floatie ones they're mean.

[She fidget in place before saying the next thing] Um, Mister I like your dragon! He's really big.

Kyle Broflovski | South Park (CRAU) | Darkblood | OTA

[kyley_b]

[All events take place after the 17th of November.]

I: There is a secret song at the center of the world...
CW: possible violent hallucinations in comments

Kyle has somehow appointed himself as "guy who’ll drop by with a casserole." His mother would be so proud. As such, he works to keep a decent supply of foodstuffs in his pantry and in his little garden. Noticing how many mushrooms grow in Trench, particularly in November, he has started growing mushroom picking fairly regularly, and has constructed a mushroom log in his backyard so that he can grow his own.

Besides the edibles, Kyle is particularly interested in two mushrooms this month: the Weepers and the Walking Terrors.

Harvesting the Terrors is dangerous, but Kyle had been told by some other Arcane Scholars that they were capable of treating corruption and they are more common than the Weepers. As such, it seems like a wise thing to have on hand, and so he’s determined to get some.

Boots, gloves, a thick face mask, goggles and a hat he’d wear anyway and he figures he’s set to try.

Even though his easily recognisable hair is covered up, he’s easy enough to spot by the orca whale that floats serenely through the air around him, when he’s in the woods. He won’t say no to company, or if you’re having a rough time because you touched a fungus you shouldn’t have he might be able to help.


II. ...And its sound is like razors through flesh.
CW: Cenobites/beings with extreme bodily modifications, themes of mental and physical torture, mention of violent death.

Kyle is intimately acquainted with what the Blood Crazed Zealots can do. He’s just not sure how they do it.

You can find him in the Archive, reading up on the Zealots or poring over books with titles like Penumbrae, Lux Haeresis, the Afflicted Mirror. His notebook is overflowing with scraps of paper, and he looks like he hasn’t been sleeping as much as he should.

You can also find him on the street. He isn’t looking for a Zealot, exactly, but when he sees one he doesn’t run.

Maybe you need help yourself, or maybe you’re just curious as to what kind of lunatic would square his skinny shoulders and start following one of these mutilated monsters.


III: Wildcard!

(Because you know I'm up for anything. )

I

[klawful]

Karkat was dressed for success in the field of mushroom hunting. Or at least he figured he was. In any case, he was ready to learn more about foraging and had found Kyle's location swiftly once he had left his cave. They hadn't exactly agreed on a time or place, but Karkat put two and two together and it doesn't take long at all for him to do that.

He's standing on a fallen tree nearby, hand on hip, sickle in the other, and he's staring around.

"Tonight's a good night for killing the shit out of a bunch of fungus," he states as an opener. Sorry if you haven't noticed him yet, Kyle. What is a normal greeting anyway?

samatoki aohitsugi | hypnosis mic (slumscape crau) | OTA.

[deathrespect]

( november catch-all and event prompts HERE. event things in the comments! )

levi ackerman | attack on titan | ota.

[venatik]

( here is his catch-all with event prompts in the comments. my plurk is vandalisto if you'd like to plot something out! )

Albert Wesker / Resident Evil (Deerington CRAU) / Vileblood / OTA

[subject_013]

"You wanna hear about the deal I'm making?"

Melius Senyan {The Dragonborn} | Skyrim | OTA

[fusrodaaaah]

ONWARD TO MUSHROOMS | around town
2) FLOATERS pt 1
[Melius Senyan is good at many things. Like screaming. Swimming. And alchemy. Apparently, he's also a fairly decent climber. As evidenced by the fact the Argonian is up on a lamp post. Why the hell is he up there?]

[He's harvesting the mushroom caps off one of the Floaters.]

[The creature's tentacles are wrapped around a flower pot below, anchoring it gently where it floats. It appears oblivious to what the Argonian is doing to the smaller mushrooms on its "head". If you happen across such a weird scene, the lizard in question will look down...]

[And wave.]

Did... did you want... some?


1) FLOATERS pt 2
[ ... not as planned. ]

[Everything had been going just fine. But, typically, something went and startled the Argonian. Rather than doing the normal, rational thing and staying still, he'd jumped. He'd jumped, lost his balance on the lamp...]

[And dropped straight into the waiting tentacles of the Floater. Not only is he immediately frozen in place, even unable to blink, but he's frozen in place... flat on his face. This is incredibly embarrassing.]

3) TASTE TESTS...
[Somewhere - probably the boardwalk - there is a table. And on this table are dozens of mushrooms. From puffballs to blue cheeks. They're all arranged in neat little piles, all of them being scrutinized by pale reptilian eyes.]

[He picks up one of the little Weepers. Squinting at it.]

Oh. New...

[He's never seen this kind before. So... clearly... that means it's time to lick the mushroom.]

[Well, at least it's not blue cheeks. Not yet anyway.]


COOKING IT UP | the beach
[A small camp has been set up on the beach. Near the boardwalk. The tent opening faces away from the ocean, cutting down on the amount of wind blowing inside. A fire is going, with a pot happily boiling away over it. Sheltered in the tent is a huge basket of mushrooms - almost every edible variety in Trench. Even more are hanging over the fire, drying.]

[Oh, and there's an alchemy table in one corner of the site. Also covered in mushrooms. With some of the more... poisonous varieties too. Please do not eat those.]

[Who even lives here?? Stick around for a moment or two longer, and an actual lizard man will appear, dragging another basket along behind him. This one piled with seaweed. He actually startles, but then, somehow, miraculously, calms down.]

Oh, sorry. I um. Didn't see you. Did you need something?

[That is remarkably smooth coming from Melius. Buddy you ok there?]

Floaters II : The Revengening

[meds4sale]

[ There have been a number of remarks from people over the centuries that someone ought to put a bell on the Medicine Seller. He is not, by nature, a particularly noisy creature, so it is not by any malice that he winds up startling the Argonian.

The hard landing has him wince in sympathy, moreso because it is right into the tendrils of the floaters and their paralytic poison. He's been there and it's every bit as embarrassing as it looks. ]

Ah, my apologies. Just a moment, I will get them off you.

eames || inception (au/crau) || darkblood

[falsify]

THE SLEEPER FARM (event CWs, potentially related trauma to do with imprisonment, having his power taken, being used for blood/magic.)

STORAGE (locked to Faolan)

[Coming to is, uh. Unpleasant. Eames comes to in an agony he probably hasn't felt in centuries; not just the pain of being strung up by his wrists, but the acute pains of being carved set in before he's even fully aware of his situation, and he shouts with the shock and the pain.]

[ The place stinks too; various kinds of blood, something that registers to his mind less as flesh and more as meat, and it occurs to him some of it may even be carved from his own body when he looks down. Can't see much, but he can see where skin has been flayed from his chest, where it seems almost as though someone got bored cutting into his shoulder. There's probably more, but he doesn't care to know. Not right now. Smears on his body of something thick, blue-black in colour that he doesn't understand is his own blood for a long while because not once has he seen it settle on the skin since he arrived. More familiar with the way it leaves his body like snowfall, as plenty still does. ]

[ In short: He's having a bad time. ]

STORAGE (Open)

[ Somehow — we don't need to get into the logistics — Eames has gotten separated from his would-be rescuer, and while he might be concerned, he doesn't let it deter him. Keep going forward, keep going up. That's what's important. Faolan will manage. ]

[ His body is a mess, a blood-slick mockery of itself, and Eames moves slow and laboured through the tower. A black fox walks alongside him, or occasionally darts ahead and comes back moments later, but aside from Eames' heavy breaths and groans of pain they move in relative silence. It can't do much when he slips on the floor, or has to take a break against a wall, but his Omen stops and waits with concerned eyes every time. ]

[ The further up he gets though, it affords him a little of his strength. There's a slow trickle into him of his powers as he ascends, and his magic comes back in fits and spurts. It's unsteady — sometimes a brief flicker of a glamour that makes him look like he's fine, sometimes blood congeals and metal decays and ages under his hands — but it's something, right? ]

BLOOD HARVEST (Open to the first response)

[ Give him a sec, okay. ]

[ He staggers in, and somehow this sight manages to be a surprise. The more of this he takes in, the more confused and angry he gets. Eames moves to the first door to his left, pushing it open with no small amount of effort, wondering if this will be some clue as to the way out. Which it unfortunately isn't. ]

[ It doesn't show much in his own body language aside from the pinch of his brow, but his Omen's fur stands on end and its ears pin back as it stalks around the central chamber. ]

What the fuck.

BLOOD CRAZED ZEALOTS (Open)

[ it's simple, okay? see a zealot, kill a zealot. unless anybody can give him a good reason not to, because Eames sure as hell has no interest striking up a conversation unprompted. ]

WILDCARD

[ as you like, i'm open and easy. permisions & plotting. ]

BLOOD CRAZED ZEALOTS

[oldhound]

Oh, nice one, mate. Pretty sure I heard bones splintering there.

[ John crows it appreciatively as he swans up with his hands stuffed in his trouser pockets. He might have a smirk on his face but it is absolutely devoid of its usual mirth. No, the eyes are cold as they watch the Zealot that Eames has at his mercy currently. His eyebrows go up as he stops then looks between them. ]

Having fun with your little friend? Don't stop on my account.

cayde-6 || destiny (crau) || coldblood

[exorion]

SLEEPER FARM; STALLS

[ Okay, it's simple. No need to get into it. Cayde is in decent condition, hasn't been hurt at all, but he has been shackled and muzzled. The second he sees someone whose attention he can get, Cayde rattles the chains behind his back, and he has a lot to say but it's unintelligible. ]

[ Fine, fine ]

[ He huffs and glances down in frustration, and after a moment a black rattlesnake slithers up to whoever he's trying to communicate with. Just gets right in their face. Sorry if you're afraid of snakes pal. ]

He wants to know if you can help him out here. [ A beat, and then an extremely put-upon: ] Buddy.

BLOOD CRAZED ZEALOTS; RETURN TO THE TOWER EDITION

[ Cornering this guy was... It felt too easy, honestly. At this point Cayde's seen what these guys can do, and this zealot doesn't particularly seem concerned by being "cornered," even by a robot with a gun pointed at his face. Whatever they have to say, the voice is too soft to carry — they seem to have been having a conversation — but Cayde's response is clear enough to be heard without straining. ]

Tell you what. [ Despite the situation, his posture and his tone are perfectly casual and relaxed. Even when his little polyhedral friend floating by his head turns her gaze to him and gives a soft, "Cayde..." that he brushes off. ] You send me back, let me look around, and I'll give you blood.

[ obviously they've been at this a while, because the zealot seems satisfied with this and a portal opens ]

[ hey there random eavesdropper, wanna come with? ]

THE SLEEPER FARM 2.0, NOW WITH GUNS

[ Are you stuck? Having a bad time? Never fear, Cayde's here. This place still seems to sap his powers somewhat, but he has a gun and he's here to help. ]

[ Long story short, he's traversing this place and getting as many people free as he can. And for the low, low fee of also being here too, that can include you! ]

WILDCARD

[ come at me brother, i'm ready. permissions and plotting. ]

BLOOD CRAZED ZEALOTS; RETURN TO THE TOWER EDITION

[oldhound]

Ohh, what naughty business have I stumbled on here? Back alley deals with ill-mannered sorts?

[ John swans up, unbothered by the state of it all or letting on the fact that he was eavesdropping. Doesn't matter to him, he knows where this one wants to go and he's keen to go back and get his hands dirty properly now. A wry look. ]

Tell you what, mate. You do this bastard's head in and I'll take you there myself. No muss, no fuss. [ A nod to the Zealot. ] I just need a little something off him. Before or after, doesn't much matter.

And then you've not got to worry about this one trying to put a hook through your back.

shouto todoroki | my hero academia | paleblood

[swellter]

i. Mushabooming

a. Mushroom Harvest

[ Autumn finds the youngest Todoroki roaming through the woods in search of edible delights. With an already sizeable amount of truffles spilling from his bag and a few not so edible varieties, he’s ready to call an end to their excursions. Ahead of him, his omen – Kizu – leads the way with Shouto not too far away. At one point, the snow leopard’s head snaps up scenting something in the air and without a second glance his way, the juvenile bounds off leaving him to play catch up.

Deep in the forest, you might feel a prickle of unease. Up above, something is watching you. If you look around, you might catch sight of a wildcat with its blue eyes trained on you, as if waiting to pounce. But don’t worry, she doesn’t bite. ]


b. Walking Terrors

[ Walking upwind, he comes upon the floating hellscape none the wiser. The spores coalescence around him landing on exposed skin making him cough. He brings a hand up to ward off the floating spores only to catch sight of six figures up ahead, robed in black. They stand in a circle, and he catches a chant of some sort, or is that someone calling out to him? He doesn’t get the chance to find out because something dark spews out from their very being amassing into a singular entity. At the center of darkness above the robed figures, a tentacle rips out, slamming against the ground forcing Shouto to jump away or risk being hit.

Unaware of his condition, he watches as a floating squid emerges from the storm of darkness, its limbs slamming all around him, the barbed end of its suckers searching for blood. On instinct, Shouto slams his right foot down and a giant, glacier-like wave of ice warps into existence rippling towards the giant squid and slamming right past it like it's not there. Strange.

Now would be a good time for someone to knock sense into him before he ends up using his left side and burning the forest to the ground under the guide of hallucinogenic mushrooms. ]


ii. Sleeper Farm

[ His head spins, the feeling of falling prominent in his mind as he pulls himself from the dredges of sleep and blinks himself awake, vaguely remembering walking through town. He brings up a hand to rub at his eyes, and a heavy-set feeling centers around his wrist before the sound of clinking metal makes itself known.

He stills, breath held inside his lungs as his eyes adjust to the waking world and he finds himself in the upside. Years of training push down the surge of panic threatening to crack through his calm facade. Breathing out a shaky exhale, he manages to calm his racing thoughts and focuses on what he can do. Once he's wrapped his mind around the fact that he's shackled to a wall, he freezes his restraints, and with a sharp snap of his wrist, they shatter in a spray of frozen metal. Limbs still not fully capable, Shouto hits the ground. His knees make first contact, and his hands splay out to catch himself.

Body feeling jittery after his extended sleep, it takes the young hero in training a few moments to get back to his feet. When he finally rises, he startles when he catches sight of another figure chained up across the room from him and quickly makes his way to them. ]

Are you okay?

[ He stumbles forward, limbs not quite at full capacity, but he never stops, mismatched eyes trained on the figure ahead. He will not leave them here. ]


iii. Blood Crazed Zealots

[ The grotesque walk the streets of Trench abducting Sleepers from their beds, the streets, anywhere they find them. When Shouto comes across one of the Zealots with a sacrifice already in hand, he moves on instinct, sending a wave of ice to encase the thing where it stands. He frees the would-be victim but before he can see her off, a metal hook slams against the ice freeing the Zealot from its frozen prison. ]

Get out of here!

[ He urges the freed victim as he encases himself in fire, burning brightly, he engages the creature. Waves of ice and fire mark his location drawing other zealots his way and possibly help. By the time help arrives, Shouto’s right side is covered by a sheen of ice and he’s breathing out a cold front, his breath misting the air around as he switches over to the flames and sets himself ablaze. ]


[ ooc; i) a. Intro for his omen, and general meet and greet w/new character. i) b. Todoroki losing control, he'll need help here. Great time to meet a Darkblood too. ii) For the Sleeper Farm, plan to have him escape and explore the first floor a little before being whisked away by the moon spirit to avoid any gruesome details for his sanity's sake. iii) He'll mainly be fighting the zealots for this event, protecting people, fighting enemies, everything he'd normally do as a hero. He'll rest enough so that he's not falling on his face beat tired, but he'll generally be trying to be out there trying to stop the zealots helping where he can. He'll find out about the deaths and actual goings-on of the farm after the fact without first-hand experience of the details of what's going on in there. ]

3

[threelayers]

[Oh, this mother fucker done pissed off the wrong girl. When she'd been thrown clear of the cenobite-wannabee by some guy now wreathed half in fire, and half in ice, Neopolitan had taken a second to get to her feet. At the demand that she back off, there was a glower and a shake of her head. No way was she letting this stand. Those Zealots had just gotten on her last nerve and she was not backing down.

She grabbed for a walking stick some soul had dropped to the ground and twirled it in her hand like a cudgel. It wasn't hers. It wasn't his, but it would do for bashing in a few heads. A blink of the eye, a shake of her head, and the glass shards of her illusions formed, before there were two of them, both diving out of the way of Todoroki's breath before racing in. They went for duplicate strikes at a pair of the oncoming bastards, going for the legs to knock them off their feet in a flurry of strikes while keeping an eye on his attacks.

He wasn't the first person to wield the power of the elements she'd ever fought beside. Let him take point. She would she was great at, distract the unwary and make them regret their life choices.]

archbishop in distress - open

[aurheatum]

01. SLEEPER FARM: STALLS

( her skin feel strange against the manacles, as if the calluses and scars she so clearly remembers forming there have somehow been erased. The darkness too is new - clearly not the dim dungeons of Adrastia, but neither does the small emanation of light seem to come from the abominable machines of Those Who Slither, it is too real, too natural.

Rhea blinks and realizes this is not Fódlan, but every other thought is in pieces. She remembers some deep, otherworldly sea and the feel of small feet on her face and gentle, probing mandibles as she wakes with sand in her eyes. It brings her no comfort and when she opens her eyes again her pupils are slit. )

How -

( for a moment a flash of silver and the feel of her right hand returning to its true form and then the sound of one manacle shattering. Rhea spends little time wondering and the rest of her fairly limited strength to hammer the other manacle into a shape she can withdraw her other arm from, albeit with some bleeding. It is only then she realizes she is not alone. In the stall across from her is - )

You there! Are you alive? Speak if you can and I will find a way to free you.

( She just hopes they had not seen too much just now. )

02. SLEEPER FARM: FLOOR 10. BLOOD CRAZED ZEALOTS.

( Whatever remnants of power from her other world had awakened in her during sleep here have quickly diminished. She is a Paleblood in Deer Country, she can remember that now, and it is apparent someone knows that intimately as she stares at the door she has just come out of.

And immediately whips around, manacle and chain in hand, as one of the four other doors open. If you do not want a blunt force object aimed right at you you best speak to her fast. )

03. WILD CARD

[choose your own adventure or come plot w me at nelfes#7901 c:]

01

[onekindsoul]

[Ruby had been doing her best to try and get some sleep. It was hard considering their circumstances but she had finally manage to doze off from exhaustion. That is until she heard the sudden banging from the next stall over. She holds her good eye closed for a minute before she opens it and her prosthetic up to see what's going on. She misses the sight of Rhea's true form but she does see that the woman has freed herself.

She straightens herself as best she can considering the shackles and tries to look sheepish.]

Yeah. I'm alive- You might want to get out of here while you have the chance.

Tara Maclay | Buffy the Vampire Slayer

[psychopepsquad]

I. Sleeper Farm

Tara wasn't exactly surprised to wake in a new place. It seemed to be a standard since coming to this world. One day she was a squid, another, she was being kept in a creepy...warehouse? Factory? It wasn't really clear. She knew it was dirty, not where she'd gone to sleep and very much brimming with a hostile atmosphere. When she shifted to sit up, several thoughts came in rapid succession. She wasn't tied up or chained, so how she might have gotten here is through magic. That she wasn't alone in this room.

And that there was something around her head.

She wasn't exactly familiar with history, but she had seen some of the things judges had issued against women or suspected witches in history documentaries. Touching the iron contraption, it seemed like one of those torture devices. There was a padlock at the back, something that needed a key...or a hammer. So long as it was off.

Tara started scrambling, searching over the floor and tables for something, anything that could get this off. In her mad rush, it seemed like the other person was awake. She stopped, realizing that she could be taken as a threat in her current condition. She held back, letting them come to on their own and realize the gravity of their situation.

II. Zealots

There was one hard and fast rule in Sunnydale, never follow some weird looking creature down an alley alone. Trench was a different place, where even if you wanted to, you would eventually cross paths with that strange thing. Tara had gotten the sense that there was something or someone out there, something that gave off major bad vibes. There was some sort of magic about it as well, but not the sort that she could sense or recognize.

Things had been wonky since she arrived here. Her normal magic seemed to be off kilter, and whatever blood magic they gave her wasn't faring much better. It wasn't wise to wander into dangerous situations, especially as she had never been great with the whole "violence" thing. But that unease kept bothering her and somewhere in the dark, she could hear others screaming.

Forever a Scoobie, she had to see and help. So, not surprisingly, she was wandering a dark path and following some mysterious creature around a corner. There was another distant scream.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

[ooc: I leave it for you to decide if you want your character to be in peril or mine. Just let me know and I'll roll with it.]

III. Wildcard

[If neither of these work for you, we can just do a simple arrival prompt for Tara, as she's a newcomer. Feel free to hit me up at la_fille_en_histoire]

Zealots

[frogfear]

Willow's been reluctant to dive much into blood magic in Trench, especially once she began reading about the potential for corruption. With the danger presented by November, though, it seems impossible to avoid. She's picked up a couple simple spells to try to hide herself, and others, and to prevent another Palebood from messing with her mind, but the zealots have far more experience, and none of her reservations.

She's on the ground in the dead end alley Tara's been led down by the zealot, hooks pinning her down by digging into her shoulders and her legs. The very human sounding screams are not from her, but from her Omen, Puck, as he tries to keep another one of the creatures off her, and call for help. He's smokier than usual, and the red patches in his fur glow like embers from a fire as he darts in and out around the zealot's legs as it tries to strike at him with a long, curved blade.

Alarm causes Willow to try to twist under the hooks with a gasp of pain when she hears Tara's voice, and she's suddenly reminded of Tara and Glory on the bench at the fair, and how helpless she had been then too to protect her. "No! Tara, run!"

Flynn Scifo | Tales of Vesperia | OTA

[thinkfirst]

1. mushabooming // the woods outside Trench // early-mid November

[ The moment Flynn heard that some of the mushrooms blooming fruitfully around the city might actually hurt people, he had to act. They sound imminently useful, and Flynn is antsy with the need to do something, so in early November he can be found in the forests north of the city proper with a basket over his arm and a sword strapped to his side, hunting for mushrooms.

Perhaps you come across him kneeling quietly near some Blue Cheeks, looking pensive—surely these are the Blue Caps, apparently a good seasoning? Or are they the Blue Cheeks he was warned about? Either way, he's probably going to pick them. Maybe stop him?

Or perhaps he finds you! Maybe you hear first a crash of brush and some branches breaking, and then find yourself yanked by the hand or wrist or really whatever part of you Flynn can find and pulled into what turns out to be a very fast retreat away from some Walking Terrors and their awful cloud of spores. Better keep running!

The problem with being mostly raised in a city, of course, is that Flynn doesn't really have a terribly-developed forest surival sense. Maybe instead of encountering Flynn, you encounter a nervous-looking horse (who has a face more like a wolf than a horse but don't worry about that) who comes cantering up to you and noses insistently against you the first chance she gets. She seems very insistent that you follow her through the forest. ]

2. blood magic // Prufrock // mid-November

[ The middle of November brings snow, and it also brings something else important: Yuri's birthday.

Yuri, who has been cold since he got here, who keeps destroying his own clothing, and who will probably hate the lengths Flynn is going to in order to get him a present but here he is in Prufrock, looking sort of incongruous in a sweater, a dark blue wool peacoat, and.... a neat bundle of what appears to be blanket?

He feels sort of lost. Flynn knows it must be possible to achieve the thing he's thinking, he just hasn't the slightest idea how to actually go about it, which is why he is standing in the middle of Prufrock with snow beginning to drift down quietly over his ears, a scarf covering his mouth. ]

Excuse me!

[ He calls out to anyone who looks vaguely like they know where they are. His tone has a ring of authority, something in it that suggests he is used to doing exactly this: approaching with confident footsteps and a sheepish smile hidden under his scarf. ]

This is a very strange question and I apologize for that, it's for a good cause, but would you happen to know anything about blood magic?

closed to Fern // after getting free of the Tower

[thinkfirst]

No!

[ The cry echoes through the woods, a harsh-edged thing full of anger and anguish, followed by the echoing clang of metal-on-rock and a bodily thud as Flynn falls to his knees, because—

Because he'd been so close.

Two days of searching in the woods, at the docks, at that awful beach full of moving towers. Two sleepless days spent in a haze of guilt and determination, Flynn's single-minded focus narrowed to find Yuri and he'd finally managed to track down a zealot with a mangled face and blood seeping from their eyes and they'd disappeared into nothing the moment Flynn had gotten them pinned, evaporating right along with his frail hopes of finding that place again.

He can't give up. Yuri is counting on him, Yuri is still trapped there enduring Goddess-knows-what. Flynn has persevered through worse odds, but right now anger and failure are coursing through him as he pushes himself to his feet, leaves clinging damply to his armor. His cry was loud and echoing, easily-heard. ]

john constantine. dctv.

[oldhound]

Open and closed event prompts found on my catch-all here.

Illarion Albireo | closed starters + ???

[unsheathedfromreality]

((ooc: see below; potential Squid Option to come

cw: all that good farm stuff, potential cannibalism, war trauma/ptsd, blood corruption))

behold! I have arrived, time for war (for Ives)

[unsheathedfromreality]

[Illarion wakes with a start and that's how he knows there's a problem.

He shouldn't have been asleep in the first place; the dead didn't. Compared to that, coming back to himself in chains and a room that reeked of blood and rust was hardly a shock. As is being flattened entirely into three dimensions, an unpleasant addition to his current situation that wakes uncomfortable memories.

None of that. Time spent reminiscing was time wasted when his captors might be back any time soon, and Generation only knew what they had in mind for him. He takes rapid stock of himself--stripped of his equipment and veil, no surprise there, and crippled in sensing the world around him--then stretches out a hand to test the length of his chains... And bumps his fingers into someone else. Someone warm, and breathing, and alive and familiar-smelling.

Recognition prompts a stifled laugh out of him. This isn't a funny situation, but of course, if he's been trapped once with a guy--]

Hsst. Are you awake, Ives? Do you think the Pthumerians wish to tell us something?

[like they both belong in jail]

Savage Opress | Star Wars

[opress]

I. Sleeper Farm
a. Floor 1: Stalls (CW: Forceful confinement)

[The first noise that Savage was aware of was the distorted screams. It caused him to jerk where he lay, hands clenching as he also bared his teeth in a threatening display behind the muzzle that had been placed on his face. Even as awareness bubbled up as he came around, he was inundated with the many screams that felt like they were washing over his mind, overloading his senses.

His glowing golden eyes fluttered up, briefly rolling up in his head as he groaned and twitched, a pained noise leaving his throat. Then he came awake abruptly when he realized that the press of the Dark Side hung as heavy in the air around him as the scent of blood that threatened to compete.

He sat up suddenly, chains dragging along the wall where they had him attached. Shackles locked his wrists and ankles together. The dirty red coveralls were ill-fitted, so much so that the captors hadn’t even bothered to try to get it over his broad shoulders but instead tied the arms around his waist to secure the pants portion in place.

The screams….

As he clawed at the muzzle covering his mouth and nose, he was parsing out the sensory information, like the fact he wasn’t alone in this barn stall. He turned his head to regard the other unfortunate occupant, still pulling at the muzzle with his fingers. His connection to the Force was there but disrupted and distracted thanks to the overwhelming calls of the suffering and the dead.]

You… are you alive?

[They would need a key or brute strength to break these shackles, which might require two if he couldn’t just rip them himself. Maybe he would need bait?]

b. Floor 2-9: Blood letting (CW: Forcible restraint, descriptions of medical venipuncture)

[How long he had been he couldn’t say, but it felt like hours or maybe even days. He was strung upside down between metal pipes, his arms fastened tightly to his sides and held with shackles around his ankles. Four bands held him firmly, one across his upper arms and chest, another at his forearms and abdomen and two more stationed around his thighs and calves respectively.

A large gauge needle was sewn in directly to his left jugular vein, since the nature of his blood turning to a green inhalant meant that just bleeding him out wasn’t optimal for collection. Whoever had left him here came by frequently enough to change the retrieval bag so that he donated more.

The shackles around his ankles had dug into the flesh of his feet thanks to his significant weight, and he had a pale yellow skin pallor. His ability to use the Force to free himself was two fold dampened by wails of the dead and suffering and that he had been infected with another Vileblood skills to keep him docile. By this point, he had suffered considerable blood loss and was docile more from that than the spell.

He growled and shifted slightly, flexing his hands. Secured as he was, he wouldn’t be able to escape without his Force powers or assistance. He made a louder groaning noise, hoping to draw attention and willing to risk drawing the wrong kind if it meant he knew there were others around.]

II. Blood Crazy Zealot: Zeldana, Sister of Vileness (CW: Forcible restraint, torture, obsessive behaviour, mention of ritualistic self-mutilation, slavery mention)

[Savage hadn’t known her, hadn’t seen her, and certainly hadn’t wanted her taking an active interest in him. She was probably once a full-fledged Nightsister of Dathomir, but years away from the planet and the blood pollution had warped her to something the Nightsisters were not. Her pale white skin – normally discretely tattooed – was marred with raised scars across her body, signs of a long history of self-mutilation. It was intricacy meant she carried a distorted pride in her appearance, how she had avoided joints to not limit her motions. She was lean and lithe like a willow tree and her silver hair had roots of green to indicate her pride in her bloodtype.

One thing for certain was that her active interest in him was a double-edged sword. On the positive, she was invested in hurting him personally rather than let him be torn apart and mutilated by the group she seemed to travel with. On the negative, she was hyper-focused on hurting him personally. Her right, even going so far as he consider him the more ‘useful’ of the two Nightbrothers in Trench, despite his elder brother being a far more inviting colour and far more powerful than he.

Her ‘pet project’ as she had called him as she worked on him. She put her blood to use on him, the acid nature of it as she painted each of his tribal tattoos with her blood. It was agony as his flesh reacted, as she started with the sensitive tattoos around his horns until they blistered and smoked with burns thanks to her blood. Down over his face, his chest, his arms. The darkened areas became raised welts, smoking. Her care and attention turned to using a blade on the outline of the sensitive tattoos, releasing his blood in green tendrils. She always leaned over to breathe it in, relishing the effects of his blood on her physically.

Then she was called away for other duties, leaving him in one of the abandoned rooms where the corpses were stacked high against the walls. Strapped down on one of the metal tables, he was lucid enough to understand he couldn’t stay here. Already he had been pushed to the limits of his own pain tolerance, which was vast thanks to his species.

He tried to tap into his anger to summon any power of the Dark Side, but it was fear that created the kick of adrenaline. The need for retreat, to be away from whatever was left of this Nightsister in case she had it in her mind to keep him long-term. His struggles were weak, jingling the restraints that held him fast to the table, hoping to make enough noise to attract useful attention. Moving his lips was painful thanks to the burns to the tattoos surrounding them. Still, he had to try.]

She’s coming… she’ll return…

III. Wildcard

[OOC: Feel free to throw in a starter of your own or please come discuss plotting either on the plotting post or on apomorphine.]

Sleeper Farm (b)

[bookerlesigh]

[ booker's lost track of his companion - the place is a maze with blood dripped floors, and the other person had disappeared around a corner and just... vanished. like they hadn't been there at all.

there's a possibility that they hadn't been there at all, and booker proceeds with caution, wondering what kind of fucked up twist is waiting for him next. his feet are coated with blood, the splash-up soaking the hems of his pants.

blood, everywhere, but he's noticed the bleeding along his own wrists has stopped, that the wounds are starting to heal themselves up. so, his immortality was coming back, and he has enough vague context to confidently assume that has something to do with the blood.

when he hears the groans he creeps towards the door, tucking himself against the wall and peering in. the people - things? - in this place want to kill him, and while he's typically eager for any chance at death, he knows this one won't be permanent.

he's surprised to see savage there, strung out like some sort of sacrifice gone wrong, and he checks to make sure there is no one lying in wait before he slips in. ] Hey, bud.

[ how to get the guy down without breaking his neck? first things first, booker finds some gauze, a strap; moves to pull out the needle, ready to use the gauze and strap to apply some pressure once it comes out. ] You with me, Savage?

Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf (Closed)

[kingofsarcasm]

( ooc: closed starters only. if you'd like to plot something with stiles, contact me at spypigeon or hit me up on my plotting top level. )

Sara Lance (Late Nov) cw: the farm, discussion of torture of a teenager, blood and injury

[kingofsarcasm]

[So most of the month, Stiles has spent his time researching in the Archives etc., collecting mushrooms, and… oh yeah, stalking and trying to capture the zealots for questioning. There were some successes, in a way. But getting answers out of these guys isn't easy, they don't want the same things other people would want or feel in the same way. If you can even call them people.

Stiles has known he was taking a risk with this venture and he was as smart and careful about it as he could be. Which was very careful, he's not stupid. Sometimes he overlooks certain details, but he usually knows how to quickly compensate. However, this time he got caught and it may not be his first time in the Farm, but it is his first time remembering how he got to the Farm.

Before, he'd just sort of either stumbled into it or been knocked out and then left in a stall by one of them. This time, it seems like they got sick of his bullshit and threw him right on the torture rack fully conscious. Being a motormouth, of course he talked back and rambled and that did him no favors.

They spent a long time enjoying cutting into him and other unspeakable methods of causing pain that he didn't even realize was possible. He supposes he should count himself lucky that they didn't take a limb or an organ yet… that he's aware of. Jeeze, does he still have his kidneys? It's hard for him to say, everything hurts and his darkblood is sort of glittering all over him. They definitely drained him of a lot of blood. And have now left him chained with his hands above his head to… think about what he's done, he supposes.

But they haven't exactly broken him yet, and he's still conscious and able to look around and try to figure out an escape plan. He spots a blonde head moving somewhere and manages to make a sharp whistle with his teeth.]

H-hey- [Ugh god, his voice sounds like shit, he gags and coughs and spits ton the ground in front of him. It doesn't help much, his voice definitely sounds like he's been screaming a lot and hasn't drank water in a while.] Ugh, dammit. Could use… some help. Over here.

Luca Paguro | Luca

[schoolingfish]

I. Sleeper Farm: Floors 2-9 (OTA) [[CW: Child engaging in cannibalism, gore]]
He'd been trapped in the sleeper farm for a while at this point, wandering the corridors desperately trying to find some escape. Thankfully when he first woke up he'd been more or less in tact, though in his desperate attempts to escape he has acquired a few injures. Some bruises and cuts along his hands as he'd struggled to escape his shackles, a small burn as he'd brushed up against hot metal, but overall he was okay.

Physically.

Mentally he's on the edge of a mental breakdown, as he runs, panicked, terrified from hall to hall, having no idea how to get out of this place. The bodies of butchered sleepers all around him aren't helping, and as he gets closer to his destination, there's just so much blood...he can't help but get some into his mouth, and his whole situations suddenly becomes that much worse.

With his vileblood powers returning, Luca becomes more and more intensely aware of all the blood around him. He smells it, and like a shark he's drawn to it. And, because his powers were gone until just now, it hits him like a ton of bricks.

Luca loses control. He doesn't even know what he's doing at first. One moment he realizes there's blood in his mouth, the next he's on the mutilated corpse of a sleeper, biting and tearing and ingesting. The blood in his system is enough to heal his minor wounds, but as he slowly realizes what he's doing in his frenzied state it's too much for him. Corruption takes him over. His teeth become sharper, his fingernails become claws, and scales rise up in every spot where the blood splashes onto his skin.

He's in the midst of this frenzied feeding when he realizes he hears footsteps not too far away, and a paranoid voice rises up in his head. 'They're frightened and disgusted by you'.

Suddenly filled with the overwhelming certainty that whoever this person is, they'll want to kill him if they see the disgusting thing he's doing, Luca scurries around a nearby corner, cowering, terrified.

II. Corruption (OTA, he can be found anywhere for this prompt) [[CW: References to a child engaging in cannibalism, also he's covered in blood]]
Eventually, somehow, he makes it home. And when he does, he's still in shock. His fingernails are claws. His teeth are sharper than they should be. He's still splattered with blood from the bodies of various sleepers that he came across while trapped in that horrible place, and everywhere that's splattered with blood, scales have risen on his skin.

And, in his current corrupted state, a paranoid voice rises up in his head. 'They can see what a monster you are. They'd want to kill you if they saw you like this.'

In sheer mortal terror, Luca scurries to the nearest hiding spot. After a few minutes of sheer panic, he decides to make his way back home, scurrying from hiding spot to hiding spot to make it back to his home. When he's finally found he might be in the streets...or he might be in his house, desperately skulking about, trying to avoid being seen by his housemates.

II Corruption

[imaglyphwitch]

Luz is in the house, and she's staring at herself in the bathroom mirror, very much not soothed by what she saw. Her canines had increased, her eyes had suddenly become a little more yellow, and her ears, normally regular human ears, had seemed to sharpen and raise more. She swallowed and pulled her hood up, trying to calm the inner screaming in her mind.

How long had she been there? How long had they taken blood, kept her there so long that her own humanity seemed to be called into question, that corruption had now set in?

Would she be the next to die at the hands of a Hunter?

Those thoughts took a backseat when she heard a door close downstairs, and Luz desperately composed herself. She'd be Ok. She HAD TO be OK.

"Hello? Uh, w-who's home?"

Her voice might have sounded raspier than she wanted, for good reason. It had been awhile since using it for anything other than screaming.

Alice | Pandora Hearts | Open

[velvet_teen]

In This House, We Eat Mushrooms

Red meat is expensive in Trench. Mushrooms are often a decent substitute. Maybe. Sort of. Alice is making the best of things. Also, if it fights back, it's sort of more like meat, right? Thus, she has been making an extensive hobby of stalking and attacking the big shuffling things.

Throughout the month, she can be found with her basket and pockets full of mushrooms, creeping about the streets at night and the woodlands in the daytime. She's learned her lesson about direct contact, and has elected to set traps. For instance, the sound of shuffling in the woods these days might cause her to lash out with her blood at a tree branch in order to knock it down on the shuffler, and she won't necessarily think to check if it was man or mushroom beforehand.

She might also be found sniffing or nibbling on a recent find, to see if it's good or safe. The brightly colored ones, she has been told, are not good for eating, which is why she never samples anything particularly eye-catching without a helpful witness.

The Worst Farm
cw: associated Farm content warnings

The fun of mushrooms is soured by a recently missing friend, however. As the month drags on and rumors of some sort of gross blood place trickle about, Alice begins to suspect that Oz has not returned to the oceans and squidhood but has in fact been kidnapped for some sort of blood sacrifice, again. Which is why she went looking for trouble, and was lucky enough to find it.

She can be found:
a) disoriented, handcuffed to another Sleeper
b) griping up a storm, fixed to a wall with hooks through her back and telling the little rabbity Omen trying to lift her off to hurry up before "that crunchy face guy" comes back
c) stumbling lost through the maze, shouting incoherently and coughing

mushrooms

[entreats]

This month has just been so full of dumb, longer than necessary trips already. And Ange is so tired of it. Here she goes out during the day, and now night has fallen, and she still hasn't been able to make her way back home because it seems like the streets are shifting every other minute and it's the most annoying thing she has ever experienced.

But just as she's about to call it quits and contact someone to help her find her way home, she instead spots a form on the streets. It's a bit away from her, mostly in the shadows, so all Ange can tell from the sound is that it's.. eating something.

Ange can't help but feel like it's probably a monster. What person would be out eating something so noisily on the streets this late?

Which is why, rather than approaching the figure right away, Ange instead sends a butterfly over to scout. Which means that Alice, while in the middle of nibbling on a mushroom, may suddenly see a butterfly floating into view - one that seems to be made of some sort of golden, magical light.