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

[resurgent]

[ stealthier, huh? Allison's hardly militia material. yes, she can fight and she can make a plan but she doesn't have the anger to carry her, to act as a pillar of strength any more. part of her longs for it, for the safety that throwing caution to the wind provides. it's empowering, accepting that nobody can take anything else from you, that they already have and there's nothing left to lose. she sees the folly now, is painfully aware of its presence but that doesn't mean she doesn't crave its companionship when the halls fill up like this, and her first thought is about smoke bombs.

her expression changes from guarded to put-off, too close, touching her things.

she connects the dots (it's not difficult), as much as it might help them see a few inches it's also stupidly the one thing that will help others find them. it's lethal. she clicks the light off and raises it, lightly shakes the flashlight back and forth when it's out of the strange girl's grasp to display it. she can't even try to mouth off (and the fact that she thought about it as a fallback is.. a setback.) ]

Regular day in hell, then. [ she answers resolutely and to herself, considering how the other girl is busy searching the hall. Allison twists her mouth, thoughtful, suspicious by nature but not deliberately unhelpful. she's just less willing to trust whatever falls in front of her. ] If I am?

[ she doesn't go anywhere unarmed. anywhere. not the restroom in her bedroom and not to the kitchen on her floor. not even to the Medbay. she doesn't trust anything here, for good reason. but her real question, the one she isn't voicing. are you? if not, if she's going to try something to take hers. the realization is a sobering one and she stands taller for it, anticipating her actions. ]

[entrapments]

Then I'm sticking with you.
Because I was looking for chocolate milk, not a fight.

[ her tone says the rest- that Hayley's taking this a little personally. there's a certain amount of relief in the potential that whoever bumped into her could handle her own- or at the very least, could pretend to. which left two backups if push came to shove. not that either are particularly promising.

Hayley's gotten used to the potential for danger on this ship. but it doesn't usually sneak out of no where. it waits and invites. this is decidedly out of the norm, and her jaw tightens- before flickering to the flashlight. well. a bludgeon would be better than nothing.

her gaze flicks up to the girl, before nodding at the piece in her hand. ]

May I?

[resurgent]

[ not everyone is Gerard or Kate, or Peter Hale, she chides herself. she wars with apologizing unnecessarily and shrugging. better safe than sorry. Allison flips the flashlight in her hand, holds it where the light bulb is still warm. ] Help yourself.

[ if she's going to team up with someone, even temporarily, whether it poses a danger or not, it's better to know they're also armed. that way if someone comes through the fog with bad intentions, she knows she won't have to worry about anyone but herself. selfish but she can't afford not to be. her thoughts are wildly bouncing. Lydia. Stiles. the best friend and the boy she hasn't talked to since her grandfather used him as a chess piece and a punching bag. those are the two she owes her heart to, her reaction time. she can't stand here and panic, doesn't have time to be consumed by the idea that space has more than werewolves, more than kanimas and crazed hunters.

don't be a coward.

she has to warn them.

and if that means dropping from Hayley's line of sight to crouch down in the hall, where she rolls up one of her pant's legs and pulls a short knife from where it's strapped, so be it. ] I wasn't looking for one but I like knowing I have the means to get out of a fight if I have to.

[entrapments]

[ she takes it with the flicker of a smile, and sets about removing the batteries, tucking them into her pocket before she screws the base back on- gives it an experimental swing- tests it's weight in her hand. Hayley rolls her weight onto the balls of her feet, and shifts her shoulders. looking for a fight or not, she's feeling a little better about the situation when the knife pops out. it'll mean close combat, for both of them- and this girl looks like she packs as much physical ump as a dandelion, but she's hoping maybe she knows some crazy judo or something to make up for it.

there's a look lingering on her features, something Hayley can remember relating to once. she waits until the girl is ready before she starts to move. sure the fog is getting worse, but it'll be that way no matter what they do, and staying in one spot has never worked out well on the Tranquility thus far. why start now? ]

Who're you looking for?

[resurgent]

Am I that obvious? [ it's not the best flashlight but it's sturdier than the one she used at home. scary though, how quickly any object can become a weapon when the power goes out, when there's mist brushing by them, that she can only see through because they're crowded in each other's personal space. neither one of them look like they're really packing, light as they are but Allison knows that people are never what they appear to be.

never. there are no exceptions.

she's back on her feet and moving to fall into step, not behind her and not at the head. ] My friends. I got turned around. I was in the Oxygen Garden when things started getting weird. I was trying to get back to my floor. The lift let me off here. [ wherever here is. ] Maybe I should try calling them, once we get somewhere not so exposed.

[entrapments]

It's the eyebrows. They're very determined eyebrows.

[ they aren't quite in tandem, but it's functional. she's alert, which makes her that much less of a liability. Hayley'd like to think that if push came to shove, she'd ditch the girl and take off- but the truth is that she's not sure if she would. she'd consider that she has a soft spot for girls like her- but Hayley's largely sure she's run out of soft spots entirely.

somewhere to their left she hears movement- and though she doesn't say anything aloud, she makes no effort to hide the heading she makes towards the right. thanks but no thanks. she doesn't know what it is, but this ship and surprises don't have the best track record. Hayley's tempted to ask and on the scale of you to useless, how much help are your friends gonna need, but thinks better of it. there's enough to be nervous about already. she doesn't need to drag extra variables into this mess and up the anxiety past functional levels. she needs this girl as level headed as possible.

her free hand travels to her back pocket, the place where her communicator rests, only to give up before fishing it out. ]

Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I'm going to go ahead and bet that we have no service. The ship does that sometimes. It's about as cooperative as AT&T. [ one beat, before- ]

What's your name?

[resurgent]

[ she runs two fingers over an eyebrow. she can't see them but maybe she can feel out what that means or straighten them so they look less freaky. it's a stupid habit, a girly useless one that makes her shake her head before retiring the empty hand to her side. as it happens, most people are better at reading strangers than Allison is. that's probably all she meant by it. and it hits her belatedly that she should ask if there's anyone they should be backtracking for on her (Hayley's) side of things.

the veer to the right is easily followed but that doesn't mean she skips the glance over her shoulder. too curious for her own good. what's out there? if it's a werewolf (or worse) will she be able to do what needs to be done? her fingers wind tighter around her knife, skin so clammy she thinks she might drop it and thinks yes. yes, if i have to. ]

Great. We get an early Halloween surprise and no way to share it with the people we care about. [ but she's used to not being able to contact her friends. her answer comes warily, like she's weighing her options. how much does she really know about this girl she's alone with in the fog? ] -Allison.

What's yours? [ should she feel bad for erring on the side of caution? ] And while we're on this floor, is there anyone we should check on?

[entrapments]

Hayley. And the surprises are less than stellar. Last time it was mass poisoning and eyeless man-eating dog monsters.

[ she doesn't sound as concerned as she should, or maybe that's a point in her favor. it could pass as experience, or bravado. it probably makes her look her age, so she doesn't bother keeping it in check. there's something going on in her head- and Hayley can find buried hints in the flicker of Allison's expression, but lets it go unsaid. they have enough to worry about.

she's fairly certain she hears a dragging. but it's wrong. a slick, wet noise. she remembers Jeff's heels scraping along the carpet and her eyes betray nothing. ]

And no. I don't have anyone.
[ she might have had the advantage, navigating the Tranquility's hallways before- experience or whatever. but it wouldn't be the first time the ship moved. which means she's taking a back seat. Hayley's gaze moves to the girl's profile, a nod of acknowledgement. i'll follow. ]

C'mon. Lets go find your people.

[resurgent]

[ she doesn't break stride as she once might have. stop, wait, explain it to me. it scares her, more than not being able to stand up for herself once did. her mind has been open to the unreal for awhile now and it has its claws in her deep, for always, and she can't run from it. she understands that now. harm on a grand scale puts her on edge because as an Argent she's built to defend and protect and sacrifice. eyeless man-eating dog monsters don't sound like werewolves, anything like her duty, but she knows what her father would do once he stopped pretending he was staying out of it to protect her.

the bleeding heart in her wants to grab Hayley - that's her name - and make her stop and look at her, make her see. but she's glad for the curtain her bangs provide because then she doesn't have to say it. the fog closes in around them in ways that makes Allison think it'd be worse if they wasted the time, for something so small.

the control shifts to her and she steps forward, leading the way. ] Floor ten, room seventeen. Her name is Lydia Martin and if something happens to her, I'll kill it.

[entrapments]

[ she looks comfortable with leadership.

or at the very least- she doesn't look cowed by the idea. Allison kicks the pace up a half step, and Hayley is at her back without hesitation. the last time this'd happened, in the maze- there'd been a dozen of them. a dozen that she'd slipped away from in favor of pursuing her own course. of avoiding the questions and the chaos of the group. that isn't a luxury she has here. Hayley doesn't stop to consider abstract ideas like loyalty and devotion because she finds practicality infinitely more important.

mere inches behind her, to her right, Hayley's fingers shift around the flashlight and her chin lifts. there's a smile there, but it has too many teeth. ] Remind me to never get on your bad side.