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SILENT HIL PLOT: FOG EDITION

CHARACTERS: ALL OF YOU SICK-MINDED MOTHERFUCKERS.
LOCATION: THE TRANQUILITY: FOG-WORLD EDITION.
WARNINGS: SURE IS FOGGY HERE, HUH?
(Also, you know. Horror. In space. With Silent Hill. That's always a recipe for Friendship Is Magic, right?)
SUMMARY: WELL, YOU'RE PROBABLY JUST WANDERIN' AROUND
WHEN SOMETHING DRAWS YOUR ATTENTION,
YOU CRASH INTO THE GROUND AND THEN YOU WAKE UP
IN A PARALLEL DIMENTION...

OOC: Okay! To make this easier, I am going to split this up into two catch-all logs. This event takes place within the span of September 26 through October 3rd, so maybe include the day in the subject line. If you plan on shifting between the worlds in the middle of a thread, it might be a good idea to add a link when starting a new thread in the other log (but it's not mandatory. Do whatever works for you!).

Characters who wind up in the fog world will either find themselves simply waking up to it, or walking when suddenly it becomes strangely more difficult to navigate the hallways. Hmmm... the lock is broken, you cannot open it. What more, they will find that their devices aren't working properly. The video feed is mostly snow. Audio kind of works, though! So you're free to give that a whirl.

Those who were not drawn in by the siren call of Silent Hill will not be able to physically interact with any of the characters stuck in the fog or Otherworld. To those in the real world, they simply vanished, and may find traces of them via unclear radio static on the communicators or catch ghostly glimpses of the missing people wandering the ship. But that's it. Ooh, spooky...

Monsters can appear in the fog world, but there are significantly less of them. You're probably likely to only run into a few of them. Other than that, you're almost safe here. Almost. Things are just unsettling and foggy and doesn't look quite right. But you never know when things might transition into the Otherworld, so be careful.

By the by, now might be a good time to stock up.

For information/questions, refer to this post.

THAT LOG WITH LOTS OF NIGHTMARES AND OTHERWORLD STUFF GOING ON

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[ooc: Continued from here:]

Cue more screaming as Murphy dropped from the shaft, only to plummet, arms flailing, through the dark gratings and corroded walls. Suddenly, there was none of that. Only a ceiling, and a clouded area with rising steam. But the way he fell, you'd certainly think he just dropped a great distance...

That was all fine and dandy, because it sure was convenient to have this squishy cushion (that wasn't really a cushion at all) beneath him break his fall... Didn't mean that he didn't hurt like something made of sharp and metal and nasty things had just chased him down the lift, though. Murphy was definitely feeling that.

He groaned, rolling off of the "cushion" and onto his back, hands over his face. "Shiiiit..."

This was the worst. The actual worst day on the Tranquility. And Murphy here didn't like it any more than the person he'd really just landed on.

Edited 2012-09-26 06:28 (UTC)

[ooc: Prior to arriving here]

He'd been walking the gore-soaked hallways of the ship for some time, there were no monsters, but the sounds, the sounds are what haunted him. He swore he could hear the ghosts of Walter's victims in those pathways. Quiet, subtle even, but Henry could make out those antagonized voices. Gradually they continued to grow louder until Henry reached a dead end.

And on the wall of that dead end was a hole.

Again, Henry entered it, the world around him grew dim, as did his vision. He never made it to the end of the hole awake.

It wasn't until he felt something land on him did Henry jolt awake in fear and pain. Regaining his senses, Henry knew something fell on him, and body throbbing with the impact, he tried to figure out what. Then he heard the voice. Sitting up, Henry could now see that he was in a room shrouded with what appeared to be steam. Looking up, he could see a ceiling, but all around him was the steam. It didn't look as though there was a way out. Ahead of him, he could make out the vague appearance of a figure lying on the floor, casually swearing in either shock or pain. Perhaps both.

That must've been what fell on him.

Edited 2012-09-28 22:55 (UTC)

Fuck.

Murphy really wasn't capable of articulating much else at the moment. His body still shook from the rush of adrenaline, and the wave that was stringing through his mind at the moment.

Then, his senses snapped all at once. His hands slipped from his eyes, allowing him to realize that, no, he did not actually land on a cushion at all. Why would he even figure that?

Another groan of pain, as Murphy sat up to tend to his forehead. A nasty headache was starting to come on. "What the hell just happened...?"

Other than the obvious, of course: Falling where the lift should have been, sliding down some kind of shaft instead, and... Apparently, dropping in on some poor bystander from the ceiling. Because there sure as hell wasn't any other place for Murphy to have come down from.

Maybe he was just crazy at this point, but this realm of logic was starting to become par for the course.

Despite Murphy's vocal responses, Henry reacted in silence. He wanted to move, to get up, maybe even see if the person ahead of him was alright. But the fact that the man had been cussing was a good enough sign that he was alive. Question was, was this person ahead of him a monster, or another human trapped in the hellish Otherwold?

Henry wondered how far the man had fallen, and if anything and if anything in his own body had been broken, but despite some uncomfortable soreness where he'd taken the impact, Henry didn't feel as though he were rendered immobile. If he wanted to run, he could. But where to? It looked as though there were no windows and no doors.

When the other man did speak, Henry responded back with, "you fell," and paused. Well of course he fell Henry. "I came here too, but I can't remember how. There was this hole," those damn holes, "and it wasn't until you arrived when I woke up here."

For a guy who just had someone collapse on him, Murphy actually had to take a moment to realize that Henry wasn't yelling at him. Most people didn't seem to take getting blind sighted by a whole person too well...

Gripping his head, Murphy dug his fingers through his hair. His head was pounding; his vision pulsed. He was still recovering with heavy, rasped breaths from the adrenal rush that had been pumped in his system.

"Hole...?" Murphy shook his head, disoriented and a little pissed off. Not with this guy, but with everything else involved in the situation. "That kinda shit doesn't just happen, man..."

No, it didn't. Not unless if his transfer bus crash-landed through a ravine and he wound up back at a town that Murphy would really rather not think about at the moment.

Henry was too shocked at the moment to be angry. Shocked and in some discomfort, and perhaps slightly afraid. The fear is actually what lessened the fact that a full grown man had used him for a cushion. In fact, Henry should be right there alongside Murphy swearing, yet, he wasn't. Not on the outside anyway.

"It shouldn't, but- it was there," just like before, back at home, even the inscriptions around the opening were the same, "there's a lot that doesn't make sense, but it doesn't stop it from happening." Silent Hill had a funny way of doing things like that.

He doesn't want to stand just yet, so he sits and quickly regains his other four senses. Like Murphy, he too was feeling the affects of being thrown into a strange and unfamiliar place. While the disorientation wasn't as overwhelming, the slight pressure of a headache lingered close in his temples.

Guess there could always be worse things to come crashing down on you from the ceiling than a convict.

Taking heavy breaths, Murphy forced himself onto his feet. He stumbled from exhaustion, hitting his back against the wall. An irrational part of him seriously hoped that nothing else would come from the ceiling and hit them both this time.

Demonic possessions, space disease, shifting hallways and black rooms... After Silent Hill, these things should almost be expected. Except that Murphy had been fixing to escape it all, rather than to literally fall right back into it.

Which was when he noticed the surrounding fog that encompassed the area around him and Henry. Definitely not normal. "Well, when the hell did this start happening?"

Silent Hill was the only horrifying thing Henry had experienced. Sure, being here was unusual, but space disease? That was going to be an entirely new experience for him should it ever happen again.

Henry noticed how unstable Murphy was; almost wanted to ask if he was alright. Maybe he should sit back down and wait until he regained his strength, or felt better Henry wasn't feeling the effects of Murphy's symptoms, but the pain of his headache was worsening and that was not a fun thing to have while exploring unknown areas. He'd done it before, was not looking forward to it again.

He turned his head upon hearing Murphy's reaction and too noticed the fog coming in. It wasn't the steam, the steam had a different quality to it, the fog however, was ominous, thick with fear, it always hid monsters that were waiting to strike. "I think it just started," and that's when Henry got up himself.

Murphy didn't always need a crazy killer town to know what fear was. His firsthand experiences had been something real and old and tangible, and always in that 'Oh, it's so sad. That could never happen to me!' kind of way -- until it actually did happen to you. Fear of your life falling apart, the worst case scenarios, people taking advantage of you, your child never coming home from school--

And then this happened. And before that, he watched as an entire town took all those aspects of his fears and hurled them at his face like a cruel dog trick.

"Terrific. We really needed this shit to happen again." There was no limits to the deadpan in Murphy's voice.

He didn't like this. He didn't like the fog. He didn't like the way the pipelines above them started to drip. He didn't like the sounds of running water or the surrounding groans that shook the walls. All he could think about now was run away, despite the fact that, in the end, there was no place to run towards.

"Again?" He turned to look at Murphy with surprise in his face. "This has happened to you before?"

Henry had been lucky before moving into Apartment 302. His life was as normal as anyone else's. He'd visited Silent Hill many times before, but other than the general interest in the town, he had no inner demons to conquer while sightseeing. But that room, it was connected to the town, it trapped and threw him into someone else's nightmare.

But something followed Henry, followed the other guy in the room with him. He thought he was free, but no, whatever power Silent Hill had, it left an imprint on Henry, on anyone who was unfortunate enough to bear witness to the horrible secret of that sleepy little town.

"Oh sure, all the time." No Murphy, now was not a great time to break out the sarcasm. But hell, he was frustrated. He was frustrated and pissed off and tired and sore and he really didn't want to deal with this all over again.

Not an excuse, man.

Gritting his teeth, he shook his head. There were times, other than this. Like the changing hallways, and the emaciated monsters that crawled out from the science department. These things, however, didn't involve in the entire environment just changing. Not like this, and definitely not since Silent Hill.

"Guess you could say that..." He scoffed. "I'm not crazy, right? I mean, if you can see this weird shit happening, too, then I'm not just losin' my mind."

Flawless logic by Murphy Pendleton.

"You're not crazy," Henry responded with an assuring voice, "unless we're both seeing different things," not a comforting thing to finish with, but that wasn't the case anyway, "but I experienced something similar before I came here," a pause of doubt, "I think it may have followed me."

Or it could've very well followed Murphy too, but Henry didn't know this. A place like Silent Hill, the moment you stepped foot inside its walls, it started to seep into your head, followed you like a lost dog, driving you slowly insane.

Something similar.

Seemed to be the kind of thing he got used to hearing around here. Not common enough to say it was par for the course, but...

I say Silent, you say...?

Now that he had time to remember something that Heather had said, his chest hurt. That she wasn't just saying she was from that town, she was part of it. And here this guy was saying that it may have followed him here, when Murphy was just about thinking the same, and... Shit.

Shit. "Don't suppose ghost towns and fog ring any bells for you?" He looked down the misty hallway. It seemed safe, for now. But he wasn't about to hold his breath on that. "We should keep movin', see if there's a way out."

Murphy didn't care much to stay in one place for very long. Something usually came out of the woodworks, sooner or later.

...Hill

Henry's eyes went wide. Like a sudden connection between the two sparked once the phrase ghost towns and fog was brought up. "Yeah," the bells that rang were practically deafening, "If you mean Silent Hill," well what other town could it be? "I was there shortly before I woke up here."

And then a nod followed by a "yeah", though it didn't matter where they went, if something wanted the two, it would follow them until it was ready to make itself known.

Murphy just about stumbled.

He glanced over to the other guy. That look he had just then...

No, he wasn't fucking with him. "Y'know, can't say I'm surprised anymore..." Which, now that Murphy thought about it, what did that say about him? That he was somehow getting used to this place? Accepting the fact that he had a lifetime of strange and terrible shit just happening to him?

Jaw clenched, Murphy turned away and kept on walking. He didn't know where he was headed, but anywhere was better than behind them, where the sound of heavy breathing and large footfalls were nearing...

"You're not the only one."

That breathing, was it getting louder, or was it the confinement of the space they were walking through? Was there really any breathing at all? No, Henry knew he wasn't hearing things, and even if it were just in his head, something had to have put it there. Henry had been a victim of both physical and mental monstrosities, he knew all too well that things loved playing with minds and breaking them.

"You too," he responds, tone less of a question, but more with a feeling of being able to relate.

He wondered if there was anyone else onboard who'd been fortunate enough to take a little trip through that hellish place.

"Ye--" Murphy pipped up real fast when something over his shoulder made a noise.

Actually, it was in the walls. A nasty scrapping sound clawed its way across the metal, as if something on the other side was taunting him. Announcing its presence.

A presence that, as far as Murphy was concerned, was better off left to the imagination, nothing more.

"Think something's been followin' me..."

Hell, wouldn't have been the first time.

The good thing was that Henry wasn't hearing things. The bad news, that thing was real and probably very close now.

Tilting his head to the sound of the scraping on the walls, an unnerving feeling of fear overcame him. Though Henry couldn't see what was there, he could guess, and his imagination was probably far worse than the monstrosity creeping about. Then again, your imagination was your worst enemy in this situation, especially considering how it was able to create physical manifestations that later came out to get you.

Worst of it, everyone saw the monster differently. But Henry didn't know that's how it worked, he just knew he needed to get as far away as possible. Or fight it. "I heard it too," Henry exclaims and looks around for something that could work as a weapon.

On the flipside, Murphy was less inclined to fight anything at the moment, and more focused on finding safer territory. If he had to fight...

He'd just have to cross that bridge once they got there. In the meantime, he wasn't entirely devoid of defense, though perhaps the makeshift knife he had in his back pocket wasn't enough. Whatever that thing that came at him from the oxygen garden was, Murphy had no desire to get anywhere near it.

"Good news is, I'm not crazy... I guess." Provided that this wasn't just the case of a shared madness or something. There was a term for that, right? Mass hysteria?

Shit, he hoped that the others were okay. Though if déjà vu was affecting this much of the ship, who knew how far out it went?

"...Shit."

The scratching on the walls was getting nearer. Whatever it was, it was catching up to them. Murphy picked up his pace, almost losing it completely and breaking into a run.

Folie à deux. And Henry's going to say something in response to how maybe it was better if they were all sharing this delusion, how nothing could hurt them in the end since it was all in their head, but deep down, they knew there really was something out to get them. Besides, that moment when Murphy cussed and promptly broke out into a run threw Henry out of his thought process and into survival mode.

So he followed, less concerned about his mental well being and more for his life. There had to be an exit somewhere around here.

Murphy had no idea why he thought, for even a moment, that they would have been any better off here than when he was on that... other side. Things were just as shitty here as anywhere else.

Despite this place clearly looking like the Tranquility, there was something off about it all. More and more, the deeper they went, it became apparent -- from the dripping of water leaking down the pipelines to the way the walls appeared cold and damp.

It was too close to home. Murphy half-expected to glance over his shoulder to find not Henry, but that red presence that took a liking in tearing him apart...

Except that it wasn't a bunch of red, neither was it just Henry behind them anymore.

The lights flickered. A tall and lanky shape stood halfway down the hall. It didn't move, but somehow it felt as though it could follow them at its own pace.

Fuck...

As Murphy turned to look back, Henry saw the fear in this man's eyes widen and felt his own terror rise from within. If he wasn't scared before -which he most definitely was- then surely the dread he felt now would make anyone want to curl up in a fetal position and say their goodbyes.

But curiosity was also getting the better of him and Henry had to turn around and see what Murphy saw. When he did, it didn't make things better, but at least he now knew there was something giving chase after all, despite that it wasn't moving at all. He couldn't see what it was exactly, but the way it's figure was silhouetted against the dark told Henry otherwise.

He turned to face ahead, still running and knowing they couldn't outrun it for forever and spoke above his heavy breathing with "What is it?"

If only, if only Murphy had an appropriate answer for such a good question. But he didn't.

He did, however, see that thing following him before, just before things so quickly turned to shit.

Hell if he knew what it is, though. "Just run!"

It didn't seem to move with the same laws of logic as Murphy or Henry did. Or any logic at all. For as slow-moving as it was, the lights flickered. Then, in and out of their field of view, it appeared somehow closer to them than it was before. With a black hood over its head bearing some kind of strange symbol on it.

Running Henry could do. Running was the smartest thing to do, so he shut up without anymore questions, and kept up to pace with Murphy. But Henry felt it behind them, sensed its dark presence coming closer and closer no matter how fast they ran away. He was afraid to turn around now; there was a fear building up that worried if he turn then the monster would be right behind and immediately strike him down.

And that fear. It was unlike anything he'd felt prior. There were the ghosts and there was Walter. Whatever was behind them now felt nothing like he'd experienced before.

Eventually, the looming footfalls of the thing behind them disappeared. Murphy trotted to a stop. He glanced at Henry, making sure that he was still there. Yes. Then behind him, making sure that they still weren't being followed. No.

Sure as hell looked that way, anyway. But how could he know with how dark it was?

The lights in the hallways continued to flicker. That was when things began to change.

The walls growled and peeled away. Steam poured from the pipes in the ceiling, as metal churned and snapped, tearing and corroding away...

Oh no. Murphy had seen this happen before, even though he thought he'd gotten away from it, had put it all behind him. As the hallway began to change and the sounds of something inside of them coming closer, it was a wonder if he'd ever escaped at all -- or maybe it'd been here the entire time, waiting...

"Don't... think running's gonna do much good now."

You can't outrun yourself, after all.

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