Event Log: Fear itself

[hadrielmods]

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Fear Itself Event!
Where: All over the city
When: Oct 21st-31st
Warnings: Worst fear type things, hideous monsters, death, all sorts of unpleasantness. Probably not for the squeamish.

On October 21st, your character may start noticing strange happenings. Visions out of the corner of their eyes, shadows moving around them, things that are dismissable enough if you think about how little sleep they've gotten and how much stress they must be under... still, is it really all in their heads?

On October 23rd, things ramp up considerably and your character will start to experience full hallucinations. Turn a corner and see a dead loved one, a living torturer, a hideous beast, or worse. Your fears are all coming into fruition, and the only way to be rid of them is to pair up and stay close at all times. Good luck figuring that out...

On October 26th-31st, Fear has had it with your silly attempts to avoid your fears and instead, when you get closer, your fears find a way to combine. Maybe it strengthens someone else's fear, maybe it becomes a horrific fear-hybrid, but the long and short of it is that you're pretty screwed if you want to get out of this without any mental scars. But hey, at least it's only for a few days. You can survive that long, right?

► This log covers October 21st-31st.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
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Comments

beginning of event

[zen_en_vert]

[Bruce comes around the corner, just as he's arranging one of those mannequins, and truth be told goes a little green for a split second, as both figures startle him. He's been seeing men with guns out of the corner of his eye all afternoon, only when he turns his head, they're gone-

But this is clearly not a soldier, it's a man with a shop model, so he reases his hand in a vaguely apologetic greeting and lets out a breath.]

[notjustinthemirror]

[Being caught in the act takes a little bit off the edge of startling someone with these things later. But hey, he'll just have to make some more. Though this guy looks a lot more uneasy than most of the people he's met. Even recently when everyone has been on edge. He tilts his head at him, studying him.]

You look like you were expecting something else.

[Probably not a guy arranging mannequins in the street.]

[zen_en_vert]

I thought I saw someone I recognized.

[He admits, a gentle not-quite truth, but at least close in shape.]

But I'm sure we haven't met.

[He'd remember.]

[notjustinthemirror]

No we haven't.

[But he's not going to introduce himself.]

Who are you looking for?

[zen_en_vert]

No one.

[He's pleased not to find them, to be honest. In that case, he takes a measured step back.]

Maybe I'll leave you to it, then.

[notjustinthemirror]

[He notices that.]

Everyone is so twitchy recently. Something happen I don't know about?

[zen_en_vert]

I'm not sure. It feels like other- I don't know.

I wouldn't want to guess.

[notjustinthemirror]

Really? Not even going to make wild assumptions or jump to conclusions?

Where's the fun in that?

[zen_en_vert]

You're openly advocating reckless behaviour?

[Another step back.]

[notjustinthemirror]

Reckless? Reckless is lighting things on fire and shooting them to see what happens. Reckless is destroying the town because it's there and it might be fun. Though both of those are viable options too.

Wanna try?

[A bottle appears in his hand and he approaches, offering it.]

Care to have some fun?

[zen_en_vert]

No, thanks.

[Bruce says, raising his hand, palm flat at him, an immediate, non-negotiable boundary.]

I don't drink.

[notjustinthemirror]

You could throw it on something and light it on fire.

[zen_en_vert]

[Again, a shake of his head. No.

Bruce turns on his heel to go.]

[notjustinthemirror]

No fun huh?

[Oh he like a challenge. He disappears, reappearing a few feet in front of Bruce.]

Don't want to let off some steam?

[zen_en_vert]

Doing so would be a mistake.

[He promises, as he veers, to cut around him.]

And if you're mortal in the slightest sense, it would get you killed.

[notjustinthemirror]

Good thing I'm not.

[He doesn't move to stop him as he walks past.]

Is that a threat?