Event Log: Fadeout

[hadrielmods]

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Fadeout event!
Where: All around the city
When: November 15th-November 25th
Warnings: None!

The morning of November the 15th seems rather normal- that is, if you can avoid the glowing cracks in the fabric of reality tucked away among various streets. Still, they don't really seem to be doing much of anything and you can't quite see through them, so maybe they're decoration? This wouldn't be the first time the gods pulled some weird shit to shake things up around here.

By midafternoon, however, something changes. Cecily, in all her wisdom, decides to attempt to dispel one of these rifts, and the resulting shockwave sends tremors through the city. Tears throughout Hadriel open wider and allow for various demons to burst through and terrorize the various citizens. Demons will be tearing through in all corners of the city, though you can choose to avoid them if you like.

Look out for Pride and Rage demons, who attempt to brute force their way to you and feed off of your anger, steel yourselves against Despair and Fear demons who grow stronger as you give up hope, and definitely cross the street to avoid the Desire demons, who can take either male or female forms and will offer you everything you want if you just let them in.

Demons will either focus on attacking you or tempting you by taking advantage of and feeding off of your basic emotions. Agreeing to let a demon help you and mentally folding to it generally means that the demon will begin to possess you and start calling the shots- often using you as a vessel to hurt others and sow discord. If you happen to have any sort of magical abilities, extended possession can lead toward becoming an abomination after the corruption takes root.

So... you might want to avoid all of that. Luckily, there are some good things happening that can distract you- along with the demons, several nugs and fennec foxes will also pop up around the city, and if you don't want them to die a horrible death to a hungry demon, you might consider adopting them. In addition, you may find a random potion laying around- maybe this can help you fight off those demons, or maybe it'll make every nug in the city love you- or maybe it's secretly a jar of bees. Wouldn't be the first time you guys let bees in jars get a little out of hand.

► This log covers November 15th-November 25th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you are murdered by a demon, become an abomination, turn your insides to sludge with a potion, or just throw yourself from a rooftop to end it all, please let us know here!

Comments

[purpleknee]

His bad laughs involve machetes in my arm.

i have a tissue box right here w me im riddy

[unfollowing]

[It only takes a few seconds to remember everything once she's resurrected. Well, for a given value of everything. She'd been reading network posts for information about the demons, she'd made a stupid joke to herself about what kind of deal she might make if she were an absolute fucking moron, and then, a fleeting moment of abject horror.

And now this.

She takes her time getting back to the house, eases back into being alive and in control of her body (that's twice now, twice this shithole has produced monsters that rip her away from herself like this). Are the demons even gone yet? What's that she hears in the distance? Fighting? Screaming? She hurries up the street and into the house.

First, she runs into Sam, and later, Emily will realize that was good. Nothing could've prepared her to see Matt again, but knowing that someone is on her side means the world to her, much like it did on the mountain, when she stared death in the face with her back to the wall.

The fury in Matt's voice hits her almost as hard as his words. Emily blinks, frowns at him. She only just found out what day it is. Besides, it wasn't her fault, right, so why is he so upset?]

What?

[skelebro]

Y'ever try the old whoopee cushion in the hand trick?

[He shakes his out of his sleeve, jiggling it in a conspiratorial fashion.]

It's ALWAYS funny.

[fadeling]

This place is different. [Really, why should they have expected anything to work the same way? Nothing ever went the way they planned here. There was no way that he could even count on anything to happen, so he didn't.]

We need to fix it.

[purpleknee]

Sans, you're not listening, if I try that I probably won't have a hand.

[skelebro]

[All right, all right. Sans stuffs the thing back in his pocket.]

I'm just sayin', buddy. There's ways to go about this sorta thing. You might've made up your mind on this guy, but he might've not made up his mind about you.

[purpleknee]

[SANS THIS IS NOT OKAY]

He tries to kill me whenever he sees me. It's not difficult to see the conclusion he's come to!

[hasitsthorns]

[ For the most part, Rose has been keeping to herself either in the house or the lab. As someone whose kind is known as 'demons,' she's been a little... touchy about all the talk of them going around. A little touchy about how easily people are killing them or, worse, how easily the demons are killing other people. They're not her brand of demons and yet... She really isn't any better than the monsters skulking about, when it comes to down it. She likes to think she can be, but she's not at this point.

Eventually, restlessness drives her from safety and out into the fray. So to speak. She doesn't want to confront anyone (or anything) so she instead sticks close to buildings to duck in just in case. That when she happens upon a familiar thing- fear. The smell of sweat, the sound of a quicker heart rate, all the subtle signs of someone afraid. To top if off, the scent beyond that is a familiar one and what causes her to wander into the store. ]

-Matt?

[ Please don't be a demon possessed Matt. She's done super awesome on not hurting anyone since she's gotten here. ]

[skelebro]

So get somebody else to talk to him for ya.

[It's much easier to judge people for not solving their problems while Sans gets to not think about solving his own, okay.]

[purpleknee]

[sans pls]

Oh, sure. So he can attack them, or convince them I'm a wicked, cruel monster, or so they can take my revenge from me. Great idea, bonehead.

[skelebro]

[Sans's grin simply widens. Bonehead. That's hilarious.]

I think maybe you gotta work on havin' a little more faith.

[purpleknee]

[Warrick didn't ban himself from jokes.]

Or maybe hope.

[His eyes go wide and he does some jazz hands for good measure. Yay, bullshit!]

game over

[whichend]

[ This man gasps louder than he has any right to, really.

Arya likes to hide in the stores during the catastrophes that people here call "events." This panting guy is killing the mood. Arya can see him through the space in the shelves -- he doesn't look like a threat. But he doesn't really look that smart, either. Arya's surprised he's not dead yet.

It's then that she makes the connection. She's been revived by Hope, too. She knows how disorienting it is. So Arya emerges quietly from the shadows. ]

Try to slow down. Eat something. You're not hurting anymore.

[skelebro]

[Sans laughs. Heh. Guess he brought it around full circle.]

Heh heh heh. Good one.

[devilsavocado]

[ Definitely too meta for Matt, unfortunately. He's just... big on the big G. ]

Not in them, anyway.

[ I mean he's not gonna convert anybody or anything, but he still goes to church back home. ]

[skelebro]

Maybe they prefer the term "forces of nature." Who can say, right?

[Matt can probably hear the grin in his voice. That or just...tell that he's grinning, because he sounds pretty happy, in his own smug, enigmatic way. Then again, he always does.]

[sciencelizard]

Well, uh... yeah! It's fine. Totally f-fine.

[She sure is doing Something, All Right, but she's not sure it's anything even resembling 'holding up'. It's more like 'abject panic'.]

Are you alone out here? Is, uhm, F-Frisk with you, or, uh, Sans or something...?

[fulcra]

[ oh, thank the force. with alphys startled, it's easier for ahsoka to direct her, to make sure that she's going to be alright. ]

Get behind me. [ not that alphys actually has to do much with that order, because as soon as the desire demon realizes it has to up its game, it starts moving toward them. and that, naturally, is ahsoka's cue to jump in between them, thumbing her lightsabers on. one gets held at an angle in front of her, defensive, while she angles the other out at her side, ready to use it to counterattack if necessary.

she glances back, looking for alphys' face. ]

You're not hurt, are you?

[sciencelizard]

[It takes pretty much everything she has not to outright yell when Rey just lights the demon up. Ohhhhmygod she has fire magic that's so cool. She's amazing. This is amazing.

It takes her like, a solid five seconds after Rey speaks to realize she's speaking to her and she needs to respond and not just sit there totally starstruck.]

Oh. Uhm. Right! Y-Yes, uh, thank you, I'm sorry, I was, uhm, o-on my way home, but I didn't think it would be good to, uh, bring it home w-with me? You know. And stuff. Oh gosh.

[She's finally getting herself off the ground now, albiet still blown the hell away.]

Thank you. Again, uh, r-really.

[sciencelizard]

[Alphys doesn't even really move much, because as soon as she goes to Ahsoka is in front of her, and she almost grabs onto her waist before realizing ok, that's weird, that's too weird and gripping her hands together instead.]

N-No, I'm fine, I just-- s-she didn't look like that, before. I'm so sorry, I should've ran, now you have to f-fight, oh gosh.

[God, how could she really think that was just Undyne standing around. How is she so stupid.]

[unknowable]

So should you.

[He keeps his voice soft and careful, and he's watching Hakkai's hands - an instinct learned from years of expecting blows. But Hakkai seems to have some control over himself, seems to be more like himself right now.]

Maybe we should both head home. It'll be safer there.

[It doesn't feel right, just leaving him there.]

[hotspurred]

The desire demon cries out as Maketh's sword slices into its legs, and Henry forces his sluggish limbs to move. His own blade catches it in the side, but he is too slow to cut deep enough for a mortal blow as the desire demon floats back.

"I am trying!" Henry snarls in frustration as he attempts to pursue the demon, leading with his sword.

Warmth is slow to return to his body and that temporarily hampers his normal speed.

It might seem strange that with the small distance it wins the desire demon chooses to begin dancing seductively, but that is only until its curse hits.

Just when he thinks he is close enough to finish this fight once and for all, Henry is knocked off his feet by the demon's magic. For a moment his eyelids are unbearably heavy and his mind fogged, and he almost falls asleep -- but he cannot let it sink him back into his fancies, lest he never wake from them. He hits the flat of his sword against his thigh, letting the harmless burst of pain ground him, allowing him to shake off the drowsiness. He struggles back to his feet, ignoring the continued sting of the desire demon's curse -- magic has never had the power to stall him for long.

This time, he is determined, he will aim to strike off the demon's head.

[benumbing]

[Jack's expression twists into a scowl when the fox's sharp little teeth dig into the soft flesh of his earlobe, not enough to draw blood, but enough to feel the sting of it. Meanwhile the nug is eating up all of Johnny's affection, looking right at home in his arm and not the least bit concerned with revealing its soft and vulnerable stomach to him.

Speaking of stomachs.

Jack's expression changes when Johnny pulls the front of his shirt up. A quick and almost startled glance before he looks up at his eyes, silently wondering what game he's playing at here. But then Jack looks at those muscles again, taking his time as he drags his gaze up, taking in every line, every cut of his body.

He steps forward, a little smile on his lips as his hand follows the path that his eyes just took. Up that firm stomach, between his pecks before rubbing across one. He's no stranger to another man's body, it's there in his touch. Jack leans in, head tilting gently as he whispers against Johnny's lips.]

Take your animal back. I like being the one that bites.

[fulminants]

[ Oh.

Oh, okay. Johnny might be angling for Jack's approval and acknowledgement -- he might have been all too happy to demand the other man's attention the way he always has with people; Johnny's always been the life of the party, the one that shines bright like the sun, and he's more than happy to let people know it.

But then something like this catches him off guard; when Jack leans in and touches him, his skin warming as he remembered vividly just what trail Jack just took right up to his pectorals. Shit. He lets out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, caught entirely off guard by just how good Jack is at this, polished and every inch the one in control, and a part of Johnny wonders if it that wasn't true after all.

He's the one that's startled now, and perhaps Johnny had subconsciously sought for this, skirting that dangerous line because he wanted to. The question is, is he in over his head? Jack's full lips, so unexpectedly tempting, tantalising, is so close to his that he can feel the warmth of his breath, and for one shining moment, Johnny's seized by the intense, overwhelming urge to kiss him. He wants to taste him, to feel that mouth against his, but then the nug chooses that moment to bump up between them both, nosing Jack's chin affectionately.

Johnny's pulse is still racing all the same when he pulls away, a certain sort of disappointment underneath the rationalisations he makes to himself -- it probably was just a game of chicken to Jack, right? It'd be stupid if he kissed him, right? What if Johnny only just made it awkward and he hadn't really meant for it to? Jack might be gay, but it doesn't mean Jack's gay for him, either. Although in Johnny's not-so-humble opinion, he's never lacked in attention from his own gender either.

And so he hands the nug over, the fox hopping back into Johnny's shoulder with a pleased little chitter, large ears wiggling. Johnny's going to remember that touch for a long time. Struggling to get the wind back in his sails, Johnny doesn't move away from him, mustering a smile after swallowing hard. Shit, has Jack always been this stunning up close? The man's always been good-looking, but from this distance... holy shit. Johnny quips, hoping Jack hadn't seen his momentary, wide-eyed and gobsmacked lapse. ]

Aw, can't handle a little competition?

[ He wants to kiss him, and this little revelation keeps Johnny wrong-footed, for once uncertain of how to proceed. What are things like with dudes and dudes? He's never hooked up with one before; the ladies had always been at the center of his attention. But now, Jack is proving to be something of an exception to the rule. ]

[bheidh]

They will try to corrupt you. Demons seek power, something they can use.

( Someone to hurt, something to make them stronger or be able to stay outside of the Fade permanently )

It's easier to kill them than to try and reason with them.

( There was no reasoning )