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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[goldshirt]

[his gaze flicks to the knife, and Jim is entirely certain she'd know how to do use it if necessary. not for the first time he's glad he hadn't accidentally snuck up on her. when she reaches back, though, he grasps her hand for a moment.]

So far so good. [he frowns, stress between his brows.] I lost Frodo, though. [and he glances over his shoulder.]

[gothchicklit]

[ She would've caught herself before she hurt him. Probably.

October's brow furrows as she glances past him, trying (unsuccessfully) to see through the fog, and keeps hold of his hand. It's probably best not to let go, at least for the moment. ] There are other people wandering around in this shit? [ That's more than a little worrisome, especially with how many people out there might have weapons, found or otherwise. ] Any idea what the hell brought this on?

[goldshirt]

Not a clue, but that's never stopped this ship before. [he doesn't sound very happy about it, but he also isn't letting go of her hand, his gaze raking the fog. after the encounter with Jim was mostly certain had been a Nazgul straight out of fucking Lord of the Rings, he wasn't certain what to expect anymore.] It's not fear gas, at least.

[gothchicklit]

Right, because thick, creepy-ass fog is totally better. [ Was it really too much to ask that the ship actually stay quiet and peaceful for a couple months in a row? Her fingers tighten around the handle of the knife as she glances behind her. ] We're not just going to stand here, are we?

[goldshirt]

No, we need to try and regroup.

[which- well Jim has been trying to do since he showed up in this fog and it was turning out to be easier said than done.]

[gothchicklit]

[ The look she gives him pretty clearly states how insane that idea sounds to her but she knows he's right. There are probably plenty of other people out in this and they need to find them, make sure they're okay and that they're not going to hurt themselves or anyone else. ]

Which way? [ October has absolutely no idea where anything is at this point and the fog makes it impossible to figure out which direction is which, so she really doesn't care as long as they start moving. ]

[goldshirt]

This way. [he says, and starts the direction he'd been going before connecting up with her. he lets her hand go only once they've started off, but he pauses to look back at her, earnest concern in his face.] Stay close. I don't want to lose you.

[gothchicklit]

[ Her gaze shifts towards his face briefly when he looks at her, the corner her mouth quirking up slightly. ] You just want to play hero in case something happens. [ She was planning on staying close, anyways.

She taps the blade of her knife anxiously against the side of her leg as they walk, her eyes squinting every now and then to try to see through the fog. It never helps, though. ] Have I mentioned lately how much this place sucks? [ Despite how true that is, the statement only comes out halfhearted; if it weren't for this ship, she wouldn't be alive. ]

[goldshirt]

Stop calling me on my shit. [Jim shoots back playfully, but the gravity of the situation doesn't really mean he can keep up the tease. instead, his gaze focuses into the fog as they make their way forward. he traces his hand along the wall as he goes, feeling for changes, for a door.]

Maybe not lately.

[gothchicklit]

[ She just grins in response, though it's definitely lacking her normal edge and it fades as quickly as it appeared. Even though joking would probably put her more at ease right now, keeping it up is going to take more effort than she feels is worth it.

She stays to the side of him, knuckles turning white thanks to how hard she's gripping the knife. ] Consider this me mentioning it, then.

[goldshirt]

It'd been too long since something happened anyway. [Jim says dryly, and he didn't know what it meant that they started expecting this shit to happen. that it wasn't paranoia that put them all on edge every month. he exhales through his nose, but his brow furrows.]

Do you smell that?

[gothchicklit]

Smell what? [ She inhales deeply, her brow furrowing as well, but there's nothing there. Nothing she can smell, anyways. Her eyes scan the area but there's nothing to see, either; just fog that seems to be growing thicker. ]

[goldshirt]

It smells like... [it's hard to pinpoint, but as they move down the hall into a thicker fog, he can't help but think of the desert.] Sand?

[and sun. it's nearly impossible to see, and when he glances over his shoulder even October- who is still holding his hand- has a mist covering her. it's then that his fingers hits a console.]

Aha- [he says, triumphant, and the sound of a door hissing open fills the mist.] This way. [he says, and he enters the dark opening. he lets go of her, just for a fraction of a second--

but it's long enough, because then Jim is gone.]

[gothchicklit]

Jim? [ As if the fog wasn't creepy enough before he let go (which she'll kick his ass for once she finds him again). ] Jim!

[ Her empty hand reaches out, trying to find the wall, to find whatever it was that he found, but there's nothing. All that's there is fog and more fog, and October's left feeling even more terrified than she'd been before. ]

Fucking moron. [ With one last attempted glance in the direction she assumes he'd disappeared in, October continues making her way through the fog. ]