Event Log: Flu Season

[hadrielmods]

Who: All characters
What: The event log for the Flu Season event
Where: All over the city
When: March 20th-March 30th
Warnings: Gross sneezing, sick people, and paranoia

It starts with a cough, a sneeze, a sore throat - something small and simple, easily ignored. But then your symptoms get worse. It's probably been awhile since you've been sick, that sort of thing doesn't usually happen here. You might be able to raid the shops for some tissues and tea before it gets too bad, and hopefully you've got a friend to help out until you get better. Surely it'll be over soon, right?

Until the fever sets in, and you start to understand why your friend is really there. They don't want to take care of you. They want to make sure this is the last anyone will ever see of you. They want to learn all your secrets. They want to steal your most precious possession. You know they're plotting against you, you know they're keeping something from you. What will you do to find out what it is?

Then, as the sickness fades, you realize it was all in your mind. Let's hope you didn't do or say anything too awful. But that friend of yours... they seem to have picked up your cough. Maybe you should help them out?

► This log covers March 20th-March 30th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
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► If your paranoia ends in murder, please let us know here.

Comments

[doublecrowss]

[ Had Akechi had the time to pay attention to Akira-- no, Joker's reaction, he might have found his surprise strange; this is hardly the first time he has seen him dressed like this, though that had also been his last. It looks like it hadn't been enough to make an impression - or maybe he had just forgotten. The same way he had forgotten their promise. Their tentative bond.

He hates that it stings, more so than the dagger cutting through his skin from a blow he couldn't completely dodge. Careless, reckless-- not in combat, but in life. How foolish he was, to have placed his trust in another, his faith on a lie. But no more. He only has himself.

I am thou. Thou art I.

The motion towards his sword is quick, and withdrawn in a split second; there is no need for formalities in this duel. So his hand is splayed on his mask, lingers for a second, as he calls out to his soul: ]

Come, Loki!

[ The black and white, horned figure materializes in a flash, hovers over him and waits for a command. But Akechi takes his time, stares down his enemy, though hardly out of mercy. He's filled with hatred, and he needs to let that fire build, and fuel his next attack. ]

[jocoeur]

( the slice causes a rush through joker's veins. the adrenaline was loud in his ears as an unfamiliar, menacing persona took shape in front of him. he jumped back with a flip, stumbling slightly as he did so.

how unlike him... the usual flourish in his moves was also lost, unhinged, clunky steps taking their place as he caught himself with another half-step.
this is how it was— how i had to be. to protect everyone... he'd have to unleash his true power!

his shoulders heaved with his breath, arms limp as he throws his head back, desperation bubbling up in his cry for— ) Arsèneeeeeeee!