Event Log: Dead Ringers

[hadrielmods]

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Dead Ringers event!
Where: All around the city
When: January 16th-January 25th
Warnings: Evil doubles, so we can assume manipulation, violence, murder, and maybe some nasty words

Everything seems normal on the morning of the 16th - actually, everything seems normal about the city for the entirety of this event. Nothing is strange, nothing is obviously wrong. Well, except that the population has mysteriously doubled, and the new residents each look exactly like one of the old residents. So weird! Definitely not ominous at all.

At least until your new double gets down to business. After all, their only goal is to ruin your life, and that can take any form. Smashing your favorite coffee cup? Telling your worst enemy they're right? Kissing someone else in front of your girlfriend? Brutally murdering you and then hiding your body in a closet so they can more effectively destroy your life? The possibilities are truly endless, and the only way to protect yourself is to kill your double first. They're not really open to negotiation, after all - but they sure might pretend to be in order to trick you.

So watch your back, and try to make sure that really is your best friend and not an evil clone masquerading as them. Boy, that would be awkward. If you can stick it out until January 25th, good for you! But if you didn't manage to and your double survives until the end - well, just as a final 'fuck you', there's a chance you'll come back to life and remember every awful thing your double did. Hey, at least that'll make it easier to fix, right?

► This log covers January 16th-January 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 your evil clone happens to take you out, please let us know here, and remember that you will not revive until the event is over.

Comments

three let's play how many threads can we have at once

[skelebro]

[He's being worn down to the "bone," that much is obvious. Between not being able to tell the difference between the false people living here and the real ones and the fact that half of 'em could be dead - it's not reflecting well on Sans, not a minute of it. His skull is shiny with sweat when Sans topples, materializing outta thin air to land in the orchard in a dazed heap not two feet from where "Connor" is standing.

He's trembling, teeth gritted with the effort to keep himself awake and try to - lever himself. Upright. And keep. Moving.

Little help, pal?

Or, uh...the other thing?]

excellent :))

[iustitiae]

[ah, yes, sans. he's still less than thrilled about his conversation with sans' double and at the plight of his fugly moped (because, while a disaster on the eyes, it still got you places) add that to his general distaste for original sans and his bizarre friendship based on puns and condiments with connor... lets just say "the other thing" is probably higher on his list right now.

connor gets down on the ground close to him, kneeling down to look him in the eye....in the eye sockets?]

Looks like you're having some trouble there, Sans.

[skelebro]

[It's, uh...this guy. Guy named - he knows this guy, he knows him, just give him a minute to track his name down. He's got an awful lotta names in this noggin of his.]

Connor.

[He gets himself up on an elbow, grinning like nothing is wrong - but one of the lights in his sockets is dilated and the other is shrunk down to barely more than a white pinprick.]

H-heya. You, uh...

[Wait.

Which one is this?]

[iustitiae]

[conor watches, listens. takes account of this struggle and does nothing to help it.]

You're trying to fight back, huh? Against everything?

[skelebro]

[The contrast between behaviors is instantaneous, and...yeah, he's pretty sure he's never heard his buddy in dumb jokes and shitposting talk like that. He might be pretty damn out of it, but he ain't that far gone.

Yet.

He grins up at the guy, raggedly, and manages to get onto his kneecaps. Sways. But keeps his balance.]

Wouldn't say that. Not much of a fighter.

[iustitiae]

[he just laughs, a coldness to it that doesn't sound quite right with connor's voice.]

Where're you off to in such a hurry?

[skelebro]

[Yep. That laugh more or less confirms it. If he weren't certain that he wasn't talkin' to the real Connor before, he sure as shit is now.]

Wouldn't you...hng. [One socket closes down as he fists his phalanges over his shirt, the tired straining of his SOUL aching in his rib cage as it tries to keep up with the ringer he's been puttin' it through.] ...like to know.

[iustitiae]

[sans you are struggling so hard. but that's part of why he doesn't care that it's obvious - i mean, what is sans going to do about it? the skeleton can barely pick himself up.]

I don't actually care, no. But you're getting no where fast.

[skelebro]

Going nowhere very slowly.

[That's...funny. In its own way. He's having trouble articulating what about it is even remotely hilarious.]

So, uh. [How's the saying go Underground? Strike up a friendly conversation.] Where's the real you?

[iustitiae]

[yes ....this is just friendly conversation totally.]

You think you can save him, in that state?

[skelebro]

[He's doing his best. Learning. Slowly, but learning.]

Just wanna make sure he's, uh...doing okay. Y'know? [The uneven grin he flashes trembles at the corners. Far from convincing.]

[iustitiae]

[connor definitely catches that. good. the trembling is good.]

I'm sure he's fine. He's got lots of friends to take care of him.

[skelebro]

Uh-huh.

[If he could just close his eyesockets for a second, just a second, and get a wink of sleep - but not right here. Can't. Not right now. He's always too damn late to effect a change, no matter where he ends up, and in this case - in this case, he can't afford to.

Not anymore.]

Any idea where he is?

[iustitiae]

Nope. Maybe you should go looking for him.

[spend the rest of your energy and end up in a ditch!! :)) ]

[skelebro]

[Once you care, you're fucked. Once you care you're -

He's got no energy left to speak of. He's gotta get up, get out. Find the kids. Find Papyrus. Find Alphys. Find - he's gotta find a lotta people. A lotta people, and no time to track 'em all down.

One of his sockets stays hooded shut. The other opens, the bead of light peeking out from beneath to eye the double warily.]

Gimme a ballpark.

[iustitiae]

Why do you think I'm going to help you?

[skelebro]

[Has he got it in him? Any of it?

Maybe, yeah. Maybe enough. Maybe if he weren't so worn, his patience so thinned, his exhaustion so immense, he'd be less likely to proceed as he does. A wavering hand is extended, prefacing the snap of his phalanges, the spark of an amber light buried deep in his left eyesocket before it flickers out once more.

The double's SOUL goes blue, locking him down with a heaviness, the weight of additional gravity. It won't hurt. It won't do much of anything other than make it real, real hard for him to bolt.]

Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm thinkin' it's 'cause you're just so nice like that.

[iustitiae]

[well this is definitely totally new. it's nothing the original connor had learned about from sans and the double is instantly surprised.

and totally stuck here.]

What the hell is this?

[skelebro]

I just think blue's a much better color on you.

[He's been hanging around the kid too much. Ah, well. No need to bring on the thumping music and blazing Blasters just yet. At all, hopefully. 'Cause he ain't gonna be able to manage that, he's pretty sure. The sweat's begun to pool along the contours of his skull anew.]

Ballpark. Start talkin'.

[iustitiae]

Or, what, you're going to kill me with sweet puns and ketchup?

[he hopes sans is just bluffing - everything he knows about sans is that the skeleton is a nice guy. it occurs to him that might be wrong, just like everyone else from back home, but he's going to test his luck anyway. ever since killing off his original hes just felt reckless.]

[skelebro]

[Sans laughs. It's not as hearty as he'd like - it's ragged and tired as he is, and it rasps. But it's not a happy sound, and it's more than a little dark.]

Is it stalactites or stalagmites that're up on the ceiling? I can never tell 'em apart.

[His grin widens. He's tired, Connor. He's tired, and he's heard and seen more shit in these past few days than he ever wanted to in his lifetime. He's tired, and he's just reached the very nadir of his tolerance for this - all this.]

Wanna find out?

[iustitiae]

Over some guy you barely care about?

[at least he can tell sans is starting to get serious, but, he's going to keep trying anyway.]

[skelebro]

Eh. I've done worse for less.

[He lifts one shoulder in an incremental shrug; too much effort to try and make it the theatrical, comically exaggerated thing it usually is.]

Maybe it's just 'cause I think you're an asshole.

[iustitiae]

Yeah, well I'm not that much different than him. So maybe you should rethink your friendships.

[skelebro]

Save it, pal.

[The words are pleasant. The magic chilling the double's bones is not. He don't really care who's gonna draw comparisons with whom. He knows the agendas of these things by now. And he ain't particularly eager to watch someone else's life get taken apart by an insidious lookalike.]

I don't really care. Tell me what I wanna know, and we can part ways like a couple of good pals. Capiche?