Event Log: Jumpscares

[hadrielmods]

Who: All characters participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Jumpscares event
Where: All over the city!
When: May 16th-May 20th
Warnings: Some startling jumpscares, interdimensional demon cats, the usual

A dark shadow looms over Hadriel on the morning of May 16th. There's a tension in the air, something palpable, as if everything has gone still and is ready to snap. You've been waiting for the other shoe to drop for hours now, and you're getting to the point where you're starting to wish that it would just happen already so that you can stop feeling this way.

Of course, when it does happen, it's not quite like you expect.

Maybe it's a tiger leaping out of your closet, claws extended. Maybe it's a faceless slenderman, stepping out from around the corner or a monster with beak and claws ripping open your shower curtain when you're most vulnerable- but within seconds, after you've been startled half to death by the monsters, they're gone. They vanish in a puff of smoke, or dissipate into glitter, or become something silly instead for a few brief moments before disappearing entirely.

Weird. But not unendurable, I guess. The bright side is that there will also be a few demon cats that have also made their way through the door. No two cats are ever in the same location, but there seems to be enough of them to go around, though the toothy one can be a bit vicious. Still, they aren't untameable, and might make nice pets, as long as you don't mind a bloody finger or two when it's time for lunch!

► This log covers May 16th-May 20th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
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► If you have some heart problems that are unfortunately exacerbated by this event, please let us know here, and we're sorry.

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bigby wolf (ota)

[sweariff]

[The worst thing about being alone is that it primes you for the worst. Maybe the attitude comes with city life and knowing what it's like to wind your way through dark alleys in the middle of the night and past streets where every other light is busted or flickering on and off, shadow places where anyone could be hiding if they felt so inclined, but it's one that has stuck with Bigby regardless, and in this place, it's never felt so relevant. After what went down in the arena and the talk he's heard since about there being more than one kind of monster native here, he's felt more on edge than usual — which translates to being a bit more ready for a fight than he'd normally be, and that's saying something. It's a wise mindset to have in an unfamiliar place, but that doesn't mean he doesn't feel the slightest bit miserable as he picks around the town for more supplies to fill a home he doesn't even have yet. Work in progress, that.

His preoccupation to find the one thing pushed to the forefront of his mind — water — is big enough to take up most of his attention when he zeroes in on one relatively nice looking store on the block he's meandering around, and he doesn't have any reason to be concerned or cautious. Right now, he's just a guy who could really use a cold drink without having to dunk his head into the river. (Though it's not off the table.)

That lasts for about ten seconds until his hand closes around the door handle. That's when he hears the chuckle — low, mirthless, throaty. Undeniably feminine. Familiar. All of those register with him in the quick one-two-boom-boom precision of a very fast slideshow, leaving him very little time to react before he opens the door and comes face to face with the nightmarish figure of a dark-haired woman with red highlights, manic eyes and a cheek-splitting grin with way too many teeth, who thrusts her face within inches of his.

"BOO!"

And Bigby, being on complete autopilot right now, reacts about as well one could expect: by acting first and thinking later, delivering a swift and sudden strike to the grinning face with a clenched fist.

It's a lot less cathartic than you'd think, especially when his hand goes right through not!Bloody Mary's head which explodes in a burst of bright pink glitter, but not before she crosses her eyes and sticks her tongue out at him.

And to anyone already in the store who's unlucky enough to be close to the phantom when it explodes, or even worse, right behind it and in a prime position to catch the impulse punch Bigby throws at it, it's going to feel a lot worse. So yeah, have fun with that.]

[sisterbutterfly]

[Bigby's fist goes through air...and sends three red butterflies scattering, fluttering about the spot in a panic. One of the butterflies seems to have calmed down to simply hoovering on the spot and looks directly at him; if butterflies had expressions this one could arguably be sending an accusatory stare his way.

But hey. They're butterflies. Harmless, innocent, crimson butterflies. The only thing that stands out about them is their colour, a red so vibrant and intense that they almost seem to glow underneath the fluorescent lighting of the cave. Nothing to be suspicious off...except for the fact that nowhere in this underground space will Bigby ever find butterflies like these.]

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[sweariff]

[The glitter is...something else, that's for sure. Bigby catches a fistful of it in his face when the phantom explodes, sending his vision reeling in a cloud of grainy sparkles and pink smears. The butterflies feel like a side-effect of that, and he initially feels like he's hallucinating again when he sees a three streaks of bright red flutter by, quivering ever-so-slightly in the air as if they're every bit as startled as he is.

But when he opens his eyes again after thoroughly rubbing them clear of glitter, one of the little glowing creatures is still there — hovering only a few inches away from him, no less.

The hell is this? Was this what he was really seeing?

Regardless, it doesn't look particularly afraid anymore. Neither is Bigby as he levels his gaze at it, scrutinizing, reaching one slow, tentative hand out to graze at it with a finger.]

[sisterbutterfly]

[With its paper-thin and luminescent wings, the butterfly dances about Bigby's finger before eventually alighting on top of his finger.

For all the warm glow it gives off? The butterfly's touch is ice cold, almost a sting on the finger.

Somewhere in the distance, a chime sings out a single, haunting note. The other butterflies return to flutter around, and with their presence the atmosphere begins to noticeably dip.]