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

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not a problem!

[walksonrooftops]

Ah--!

[He doesn't stop as much as stumble to a halt, his hands instinctively flying up at the warning. Once he keeps himself from staggering, he notices a figure in the fog, close enough to judge its shape and size but not enough for him to be able to tell who he's looking at.

Hearing another voice after such a long silence is jarring, and he knows he's heard this voice before. He just can't really place when or where, especially without a face to match it up to.]

Don't shoot! It's me! [A second passes before he realizes that doesn't actually tell the guy with the gun much of anything, so he adds:] It's Asato.

[angerissues]

Asato? [ Mason squints into the fog like it would actually do some good suddenly and then, when that fails, moves closer. He keeps the gun at his side but reaches out with his other hand, hoping to find the wall to guide him or to at least keep from running into the other guy. ]

What are you doing out here?

[walksonrooftops]

[Asato begins to move towards Mason, unable to see his features even when there's just a short distance between them. He waves his hand in front of his face in a failed attempt to clear out the fog. It just billows right back in to surround him every time he does, so he quickly gives up.]

I was looking for--[And he stops there for a split second. "My dead mother" isn't a sane answer to give, and it's not something he's eager to reveal, no matter the reason. So his correction is quick, nothing more than a brief stumble over his words.] Looking for a way back to my room. But I can't find it. Are you lost too?

[angerissues]

Apparently. [ He takes a few steps closer and manages to bump Asato's arm with his hand. ] I don't even know if I'm on the same goddamn level I started out on. [ Honestly, Mason's wondering if they're even on the ship still, but the possibility that they were hijacked somewhere else doesn't sit well with him. ] Are you okay?

[walksonrooftops]

[He startles when he feels Mason's hand touch his arm, though it's just a quick jolt before he realizes what happens and calms right back down. Seems he's more on-edge than he thought he was.]

I'm fine, [he answers with a nod. Disoriented and more than a little confused, sure, but not injured in any way. Given the strange things that have happened on the ship before, he considers himself lucky.]

I just don't know where I am. This hallway isn't familiar at all. [And then something else strikes him, and he pulls out his communicator.] Mine isn't working. Is yours?

[angerissues]

Yeah, I know what you mean. [ Mason's more alert than he normally is - and he definitely noticed the way Asato startled - but it doesn't really seem to be helping at all. The fog is making things impossible to navigate, even with his heightened senses helping him.

He doesn't even have to bother checking his comm; he tried it earlier, when he first found himself walking aimlessly through the fog. ] Nope. It acts like it's trying to but all I get is snow.

[walksonrooftops]

[It's the same on his end. He can't smell anything, can't see a whole lot, and it feels like the fog might even be dulling his hearing, so he's stuck up the fog world creek without a paddle. By now, he just wants to find his way back to his room, but clearly that's not happening any time soon.]

Snow. Mine too. [Snow and choppy bits of audio every now and then, just enough that he can't make out what anyone's saying.] Maybe it's something outside. Something in space.

[angerissues]

Whatever the hell it is, I don't like it. [ With his hand still on Asato's arm, near the elbow, Mason nods in the direction he'd been coming from. ] Think we might navigate better with two sets of eyes?

[ Honestly? Mason doubts it, but it's worth a shot. ]

[walksonrooftops]

Me neither, [he agrees in a low mumble. This is bad; people could get lost, things could leap out from the fog and snatch them up and no one would even know. Even without any immediate danger to be sensed, he's got a bad feeling.]

We can try. [Meaning he's equally doubtful, but maybe having some company will help with the anxiousness the fog brings.] Which way did you come from? I haven't tried to find any places the paths split up.

[angerissues]

That way, I think, [ he nods his head in the direction he'd been coming from. It's hard to tell where he's been and where he's going in this fog, though, so it's possible they're completely turned around at this point. ] You got a weapon or anything on you, just in case?

[walksonrooftops]

[He realizes too late that "that way" doesn't help either of them a whole lot. He could've been coming from the same direction at some point, took a wrong turn, wandered down a hallways that shouldn't exist--great sense of direction or not, he's got no idea where he is or where he's going.]

No weapons. I didn't expect to get lost in the fog. [And by the time he thought to go back and grab his sword, he was already way too far in.] I can bite and claw, though.

[angerissues]

[ For the briefest moment, Mason actually looks amused; Asato might not even see it because of how quickly the smirk disappears. ] That's better than nothing. Come on. [ His hand lingers on Asato's arm long enough to make sure he's moving with him. ]

[walksonrooftops]

[Hey, his fangs are sharp and his claws even more so; they'll do in a pinch. He doesn't see Mason's smirk, but he's got enough confidence in what he has for "weapons" that he wouldn't be offended even if he did.

He follows alongside him, trying to keep up that contact to make sure neither of them end up wandering off on accident.]

I don't think I've been this way...

[angerissues]

[ Mason's not amused because he thinks they're not good enough weapons, he's amused because fangs and claws? Not exactly something anyone would brag about back home. Unless they were Damon Salvatore and he was threatening someone. ]

How can you even tell? [ His tone is curious, not judgmental. ] Everything looks the same to me.

[walksonrooftops]

[No one in Asato's home world would brag about them either--simply because everyone has them over there. They come standard with the whole "cat person" thing. At Mason's question, he looks around, swivels his ears, and shakes his head slightly.]

It's a feeling. I can't be sure. I tried to make scratches on walls when I found them, but I haven't found any of them again.

[angerissues]

That's actually pretty clever. [ Assuming, of course, the walls aren't changing, too. One can never be too sure when it comes to strange occurrences on the ship. ] Guess I got lucky when I ran into you.

[walksonrooftops]

It worked a little with the hallways mazes. But it's hard to find the walls again. [That, and they could always be moving ahead somehow, instead of returning to hallways they'd gone down before.]

I don't know about lucky. But it's better to go in pairs. [His ears perk up and turn again.] Have you been hearing anything?

[angerissues]

[ Mason glances back towards him - it's getting harder to see him through the fog, despite how close they are - and lets silence fall between them as he listens. But then he shakes his head. ] Nothing other than us. Why? What are you hearing?

[walksonrooftops]

[Asato hurries up a few steps, barely able to judge the distance between them. He tries to listen, too, and hears whispers of the voice he's heard before, but no cries.]

I thought I heard someone talking to me. But it shouldn't be happening. This person should have been dead for a long time now.

[angerissues]

[ Even though Mason has absolutely no idea what's going on, he knows in his gut that what Asato just told him? Definitely not good. Not even remotely. So his grip on the other's arm tightens, his footsteps quickening slightly. ] Come on; we've got to find somewhere to wait this out.

[walksonrooftops]

[His pace picks up to match Mason's. While the voice itself normally isn't something he'd be afraid to hear, he knows for a fact that she's dead and something is going very, very wrong.

Besides, he's beginning to swear that he can hear things not quite so friendly underneath the distant hum of the ship.]

Engineering? There are a lot of hiding places there. [But then they have to find it, and that's the tough part.] If we find a wall and stay close to it, maybe we'll find a door somewhere that opens.

[angerissues]

And hope like hell it's a room that's safe. [ It's a better idea than just running blindly in the fog, so Mason moves to the side, hoping he'll eventually find a wall. ]

[walksonrooftops]

It could be that the fog's only in the hallways. [He follows suit, curbing the instinct that would have him wander the other way to find the opposite side of the hallway. He can make out a few shapes in the fog, but it's impossible to tell if they're people or machinery or something entirely different.]

But there were walls before. I found them. They have to still be here. [One hand comes up to reach right out ahead of him, blinding feeling around.]

[angerissues]

It could be. [ Mason's not exactly holding his breath, though, especially since the hallways seem a hell of a lot bigger than they should. ]

Yeah, they do, but the question is where? And for that matter, how the hell did they get so far away?

[walksonrooftops]

Magic? [That's his first guess, anyway. Probably his only guess.]

It's like being lost in a forest. It feels huge because you're scared and you don't know where to go. [There's just no way these walls could've gone anywhere. It's got to be their minds playing tricks on them somehow.]