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ataraxionlogs2014-01-12 11:18 pm
avengeful) wrote in ataraxionlogs2014-01-12 11:18 pm
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[open] I'm not gonna say it's ghosts, but it's ghosts.
CHARACTERS: Sam Winchester and You!
LOCATION: Places. Hallways. Stuff. Find him at any point during this thing!
WARNINGS: Um, not much! PG-13 at most, probably. Also a little sweaty man bod. Mmmhm.
SUMMARY: Sam has some visions, tries to be helpful, and is mostly just hot.
NOTES: If you don't want Sam to tell your character there's shadowy figures and the mirrors are acting cray, just let me know, we'll try to avoid those topics.
Stupid temperature problems; everything gets cold for no reason, including just about everywhere he ventures. Kind of like it's following him, and he starts pulling on the layers (can't anything just stay one thing for five seconds). On the way out to the kitchens to find a less freezing room, though, he's hit with a faceful of something — visions, like always, and they strike hard. He grits his teeth and gasps, knees hitting the floor as he uses the wall for leverage, and images assault the back of his eyelids: cracks warping, standing in front of himself, glinting light — shadows looking back, blurred unfocused figures turning away, the halls, running, 'wait!'. He groans and leans against the wall to collect himself, pulling his knees up right and smashing his palms into his eyes until he sees stars.
Eventually, he does go into the hallways. He does go investigate. And he finds exactly what he knew he'd find: some sort of specter or ghost, or whatever the hell they are around here, and he rushes after its fleeing form — or at least, he thinks that's the way it went — with a gun drawn and his pockets full of supplies. Of course, he's not completely stupid here; Sam Winchester learns from his old mistakes on the ship. He stops when he knows the halls are doomed to entangle him within, breathing heavy and looking around.
Yeah, nothing. Just aching legs, really. But what the hell was that, exactly? Hallucinations? Sam's already aware that the old crew had some serious issues with seeing things in the wrong light. Maybe it's possible the entire ship is going to hit the same problems they did. Maybe they were all gonna go crazy? Or maybe — like usual, back home — there's way more to it. Maybe these are souls stuck here, yanking people's chains.
"Maybe a Tulpa?" he wonders aloud.
... Maybe he should see what's up with the cracks splintering at the edges around his face, in his vision (Bloody Mary is flooding his memory-gates so hard right now). But if the 'crazy' theory is right, maybe he should be avoiding this crap altogether. He'll regret thinking this, but he actually misses the straightforward hunts back home.
When the temperatures keep going haywire, Sam had only hoped his room was spared; this was not the case. Now his room is pretty damn hot, and the outside corridor isn't much better, and — god, is the heat following him, too? Sam battles the urge to keep everything he's wearing on. But by the time he sweats through his clothes, he decides maybe he's better off at least getting rid of some layers. So he loses the button-up shirt. Loses the T-shirt... Loses the undershirt. And yeah, okay, he's already ran through the halls shirtless once before; he'll just have to strut around half-naked again.
So yeah. That's how it goes. If u got it, work it, or something. The half-naked Winchester is getting really sick of heat issues around him. He heads off to the library in the hopes it'll let up there, but it kind of doesn't, so he wastes his time reading old space adventure books, and hey, even one about alien dinos. It's actually pretty compelling, and he manages to sit through the stifling heat for a little bit before he gives up and hits the pools.
Lot of shit to think about. He'll try messing with the mirrors, maybe after he talks to Dean about it. After a long, sad soak in luke-warm water.
((OOC: edited, switched a few things around for the sake of easier tagging))
LOCATION: Places. Hallways. Stuff. Find him at any point during this thing!
WARNINGS: Um, not much! PG-13 at most, probably. Also a little sweaty man bod. Mmmhm.
SUMMARY: Sam has some visions, tries to be helpful, and is mostly just hot.
NOTES: If you don't want Sam to tell your character there's shadowy figures and the mirrors are acting cray, just let me know, we'll try to avoid those topics.
Stupid temperature problems; everything gets cold for no reason, including just about everywhere he ventures. Kind of like it's following him, and he starts pulling on the layers (can't anything just stay one thing for five seconds). On the way out to the kitchens to find a less freezing room, though, he's hit with a faceful of something — visions, like always, and they strike hard. He grits his teeth and gasps, knees hitting the floor as he uses the wall for leverage, and images assault the back of his eyelids: cracks warping, standing in front of himself, glinting light — shadows looking back, blurred unfocused figures turning away, the halls, running, 'wait!'. He groans and leans against the wall to collect himself, pulling his knees up right and smashing his palms into his eyes until he sees stars.
Eventually, he does go into the hallways. He does go investigate. And he finds exactly what he knew he'd find: some sort of specter or ghost, or whatever the hell they are around here, and he rushes after its fleeing form — or at least, he thinks that's the way it went — with a gun drawn and his pockets full of supplies. Of course, he's not completely stupid here; Sam Winchester learns from his old mistakes on the ship. He stops when he knows the halls are doomed to entangle him within, breathing heavy and looking around.
Yeah, nothing. Just aching legs, really. But what the hell was that, exactly? Hallucinations? Sam's already aware that the old crew had some serious issues with seeing things in the wrong light. Maybe it's possible the entire ship is going to hit the same problems they did. Maybe they were all gonna go crazy? Or maybe — like usual, back home — there's way more to it. Maybe these are souls stuck here, yanking people's chains.
"Maybe a Tulpa?" he wonders aloud.
... Maybe he should see what's up with the cracks splintering at the edges around his face, in his vision (Bloody Mary is flooding his memory-gates so hard right now). But if the 'crazy' theory is right, maybe he should be avoiding this crap altogether. He'll regret thinking this, but he actually misses the straightforward hunts back home.
When the temperatures keep going haywire, Sam had only hoped his room was spared; this was not the case. Now his room is pretty damn hot, and the outside corridor isn't much better, and — god, is the heat following him, too? Sam battles the urge to keep everything he's wearing on. But by the time he sweats through his clothes, he decides maybe he's better off at least getting rid of some layers. So he loses the button-up shirt. Loses the T-shirt... Loses the undershirt. And yeah, okay, he's already ran through the halls shirtless once before; he'll just have to strut around half-naked again.
So yeah. That's how it goes. If u got it, work it, or something. The half-naked Winchester is getting really sick of heat issues around him. He heads off to the library in the hopes it'll let up there, but it kind of doesn't, so he wastes his time reading old space adventure books, and hey, even one about alien dinos. It's actually pretty compelling, and he manages to sit through the stifling heat for a little bit before he gives up and hits the pools.
Lot of shit to think about. He'll try messing with the mirrors, maybe after he talks to Dean about it. After a long, sad soak in luke-warm water.
((OOC: edited, switched a few things around for the sake of easier tagging))