SILENT HIL PLOT: FOG EDITION

[yardbird]

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

Comments

Sept 26/ota

[goldshirt]

[it had only been a matter of time, Jim knew this. he was just damn glad the wraith feeding had happened early enough to circumvent any weakness on any of the volunteer's parts.

Kirk makes his way through the halls, both hands wrapped around his phaser and stepping lightly. he can hear footsteps, can hear running, but he can't see anyone in this damn fog. under normal circumstances, he'd keep his mouth firmly shut, because god only knows what could be hiding out there- but he knows there are others on his floor, and they could be just as lost as he is, so he calls into the gloom:]

Hello?

[learnedtosmile]

[Blake doesn't know what's happening, but he does know it's his job to do whatever he can to help keep people safe - and maybe figure out what the hell is going on so it can be stopped.

Much like Kirk, he's been moving about the ship, alert to any signs of life in the fog, hands on his gun just in case - and thank god for that shooting practice with Wichita, at least it hasn't been six whole months since he fired his weapon.

When he hears the voice, he answers immediately:] John Blake, security. Do you need help?

[goldshirt]

Blake! Thank god-

[there's a tone of relief in his voice, but it's not because he's glad not to be alone; it's because he's glad to hear someone else in their right mind nearby. someone else who is trying to help people.]

It's Kirk. [and he reaches to his left, reaching for the wall (that he doesn't find) and moves toward the sound of John's voice.]

[learnedtosmile]

[Blake breathes out - his relief is similar, actually, because as far as he's concerned, if anyone might have an idea of what's going on, it'll be Kirk. Gun now pointed down at his side, he moves in the direction of the other man's voice.]

Good to hear your voice. I don't suppose we can chalk this up to some kind of malfunction in the oxygen garden?

[goldshirt]

Not sure yet, but it doesn't seem like it's coming from the ventilation.

[after all, it would be in his room in that case; and unlike last time they had an issue with oxygen garden, it hadn't reached this far.]

The lack of screaming is a good sign though. [he says wryly as he comes up to the officer, squinting in the fog until Blake's dark shape comes into clearer focus.]

[learnedtosmile]

It could be. [Blake is frowning as Kirk materializes in front of him, though.] Or it could be a really bad sign, too. [Ever the optimist.]

Has anything like this ever happened here before?

[goldshirt]

Once. [he says, taking a moment to look at Blake and be sure he's unharmed, then he starts moving slowly through the fog again.]

The corridors changed, and people were lost in them for days. But there wasn't any fog, that time.

[learnedtosmile]

Changed? [Blake frowns, doing a similar once-over for Kirk, then follows him, gun at the ready.]

You mean, different from how they usually change?

Re: Sept 26/ota

[meddler]

[ This was definitely new, and the Doctor was more than determined to get to the bottom of it.

Or rather, the Doctor was more than determined to get to the bottom of it once he found a few select people, or at least knew they were safe. After all, mysterious fog on a spaceship never boded well. Actually, mysterious fog in general never boded well, so having it on a spaceship made it all the more suspicious.

So when he hears that voice, he echoes back to it. ]

Hello out there!?!

[ Definitely not Amy or anyone else, but it was something of a start, wasn't it? And the voice sounded familiar enough.

Or at least as familiar as it could when one has spoken to another all of once. ]

[goldshirt]

Hey!

[he calls immediately as soon as the voice echoes down the hall toward him. Jim lowers his phaser just fractionally, stepping quickly down the hall. there was no telling who- or what- he might run into, but he was going to give them the benefit of the doubt.]

It's Kirk! Who's there?

[meddler]

[ And at about the same time, the Doctor happens to... pull out his screwdriver. ]

Kirk. The captain?

[ They'd talked a couple of times, but right now... there were more urgent things to think about. ]

[gothchicklit]

[ October's not an idiot. She may not know exactly what's going on around her, but she knows that fog - especially this much - on a ship that has never had fog before (as far as she knows) is a bad sign. Something's up and while she'd certainly love to stay locked in her room until whatever it is comes to an end, even if it means staying there for a week, that requires finding her room.

The first thing she does is stop walking even though it increases the likelihood of someone literally running into her. If she keeps wandering, she's going to get even more lost. She pulls her comm out of her pocket and tries to connect to the network, but it doesn't work. Even after hitting it against her hand a few times, it won't give her anything but snow (and how weird is that?) so she puts it away again.

When she moves to take another step, her foot hits something that scrapes across the floor. Just as she's reaching for it, she hears someone's voice call out and she freezes, fingers just barely touching the blade of the knife. She glances over her shoulder and squints, but the fog's too think to see through and over the pounding of her heartbeat in her ears, October can't make out the voice. ]

Who's there? [ Stupid idea to respond, maybe, but she's got the knife in her hand now, so at least she's armed. ]

[goldshirt]

[Jim turns, because the call comes from behind him, and caution has him lifting his phaser to level it in that direction. this fog could mean anything, and it has this strange effect of letting people come into focus and then pulling them apart.

not unlike the first time he'd found himself lost in these corridors. he wasn't keen on finding another set of skeletons.]

It's Kirk! [he shouts into the haze, and picks up his speed. he's half certain it's October, but it's difficult to tell with the echo.] Keep talking!

[gothchicklit]

[ Kirk. Thank god. She's still not going to relax completely (or any further than she has since she's fairly certain complete relaxation will be impossible right now) until she sees his face, but at least she knows who it is. ]

Should I start chatting about the weather? [ Snark is all she's got right now; the fear clawing at her spine has left her a little brain dead, at least as far as words are concerned.

She stands and keeps her hand wrapped tightly around the handle of the knife, ready to defend herself in case it's not really Kirk, but she doesn't move otherwise. No sense getting lost in the fog even worse, if she can help it. ]

[goldshirt]

[he cranes to see her through the gloom, but her shape slowly comes into focus. first, just a shadow, and then a more solid figure.]

I hear Florida is great this time of year. [he says, and while the joke falls a little flat, it's far better than discussing how unusual the fog is and how not right this will probably end up being.]

[gothchicklit]

[ His voice sounds like it's getting closer, or at least she thinks it does, so she tries to keep the restless I need to run feelings from surfacing too much. ]

I've never been a fan of Florida. [ It is better than discussing the fog, though she wants to know where the hell it came from. ] We don't even know what time of year it is, anyways.

[goldshirt]

I've never actually been to Florida. [he confesses, but at least the conversation doesn't need to keep going for much longer because he's coming up on her, now.] Hey. [he breathes when she becomes more than a shadow, and becomes October, and he reaches out for her as he closes the distance.] You alright?

[gothchicklit]

[ His breath is met with one of her own and even though she still isn't fully relaxed, the tension in her shoulders seems to lessen at the sight of him. Her hand - and, thus, the knife - hangs at her side as she gives him a very unimpressed look at his question. ] Yeah, I'm fucking peachy. [ Her hand moves up onto his, though, because the touch is grounding. ] Are you okay?

/casually tags all of your things

[bottlearum]

[Fog isn't exactly unusual to Jack. The seas have a tendency of fogging over in the early mornings, and it's just another part of home that Jack misses. However, it's never once been this bad, bad enough to not see anything past the hand in front of his face.

He's got a hand on his sword as he wonders the fog. Almost a year on this ship, and he knows enough to wander around without any sort of weapon to keep himself safe, should something attack him again.

He himself does keep quiet, until he hears a voice calling out in the fog. It's a vaguely recognizable voice, and he frowns for a second, trying to place it before calling back.]

Oi! Whose there?

[goldshirt]

[Jim turns toward the sound. through the muffling effect of the mist, he isn't quite sure what he'd heard. it might have been oi or it might have been a yell of pain. either way, Jim levels his phaser in the direction before he starts walking down the hall.]

Hey! [he calls again.] It's Kirk!

[bottlearum]

[Jack too makes his way towards the sound of voice, hand tensed and ready to draw the blade should anything jump out at him. Which, in all honesty, was quite possible, considering the ship they were on.

The voice is a little easier to hear, but it's still impossible to make out actual words.]

Who is it? Gotta speak up, mate!

[goldshirt]

[there's definitely someone down there, and Jim picks up his pace, lowering the phaser fractionally.]

Keep talking!

[he's certain he might have heard a mate that time around.]

It's Kirk! [he tries again after a few moments, and he can see a dark shadow in the fog. it has him lifting his phaser, but he doesn't shoot, just keeps approaching at a steady clip.]

[bottlearum]

[Thankfully, with them both yelling at each other, it's easier to tell exactly where they were coming from and Jack turns, making his way slowing in one direction.

Thankfully, it wasn't too long until he sees a dark figure. Of course, last time he saw a dark figure and walked towards it, he ended up hitting a wall, so he continues to move cautiously.]

I ain't gonna keep yellin', mate, you best hurry up!

[goldshirt]

Jack?

[that definitely sounded like a pirate's accent, and Jim lowers his weapon just a fraction, breaking into a run. he's already lost more than one person in this fog.]

YOU DON'T MIND LATE TAGS, RIGHT?

[bottlearum]

[Jack's eyebrows furrow together in confusion. He's pretty sure he's heard that voice before. Pretty regularly in fact. If he din't know better, he'd say it sounded like...]

...Kirk? That you, mate?

[He keeps his hand firmly on the handle of his sword. Just because it sounded like Kirk didn't mean it was Kirk. He knew exactly what kind of things the Tranquility could do, and he wasn't going to take any chances. One trip to Davy Jones' Locker was quite enough, thanks.]