PLAYER PLOT: fear is the mind-killer

[fullmoon]

CHARACTERS: You and all your least favorite things.
LOCATION: Shipwide.
WARNINGS: Violence, gore, monsters, psych trauma. (Please warn for any potential triggers—e.g. medical horror, eye stuff, recollection of past sexual trauma—in your subject lines.)
SUMMARY: Boggarts. See the plot post for a full timeline if you want to forward-date; otherwise, watch this space for updates.
NOTES: Whatever happens, however this ends, remember that it's Draco Malfoy's fault.

JAN 22

If you've been paying attention, you should already be on edge. Ward and Resnik have returned without many answers. There's the dead pirate again. The Tranquility is being pursued. People are talking about violent confrontation like it's inevitable, any cycle now. Any day. And now Morgoth is back, somewhere in the corridors.

If you keep an eye out, you won't find him. But you might find something else.

JAN 23

Never mind about Morgoth.

JAN 24

Despite very well-intended claims to the contrary (see above), the mounting evidence suggests that boggarts can be killed. Also, there's probably more than one. Sorry about that.

Comments

[perceptum]

[ she pulls back quickly and her head jerks a little to the side, almost confused by the fact that this is a person she recognises - a friend - and not just one of the people sent to drag her back to the academy. she squints a little at blake, hands still curled in tight fists, and it takes a moment for her to even consider lowering them to her sides. when she does, they don't relax any further, but it at least doesn't look like he's in any further imminent danger. ]

Did you see them?

[ she asks, as though she hadn't just straight up punched him in the throat and as though he totally wouldn't have any trouble responding. she casts a quick glance over her shoulder, then back behind him before frowning and taking a small step towards him, voice lowered. ]

They were here, they can't have gone far.

[ which is...not at all the same as an apology. not even close. ]

[oversight]

[ After taking a hit right to the neck, even turning to look back over his shoulder is challenging. The muscles lengthen and tighten, tug unpleasantly, but not as unpleasantly as someone's going to feel for messing with River, he wagers.

John rubs fruitlessly at his neck and peers in the direction Tam seems to be indicating. ]

Who're—? River, who're they? Who should— [ He coughs a little, winces. ] What's goin' on?

[ A status report would go a long way right about now. ]