Event log: Who What Where Wendigo

[hadrielmods]

Who: Everyone participating in the wendigo event!
What: The accidental-cannibalism-turned-horrifying-monster event that is the Who What Where Wendigo event!
Where: All around the city
When: Feb 14th-March 1st
Warnings: Cannibalism, body horror, evil monsters lurking around.

Don't forget to check up on the Wendigo Guide that Ami posted!

On February 14th, Rage and Fear decide to give Hope a little bit of help taking care of the residents of Hadriel - they'll provide some food for awhile. How nice! Except, of course, that there's an extra ingredient in this food. A can of beef stew? Yeah... that might not be beef. But hey, it still tastes pretty good! Unfortunately, some spirits slipped through the Door last time it opened, and they're ready to possess anyone who participates in cannibalism - even if they don't know it.

Anyone who eats the provided meat will be possessed by a wendigo spirit. Over the course of twelve days, they will transform into a monster that feels little but rage and hunger. While at first it can be explained away easily enough (people are super annoying, and isn't everyone a little hungry most of the time?), by February 18th, wendigo transformations are impossible to ignore. A few days after, on February 22nd, the anger and cravings of the wendigo spirit will overcome all other emotions, and possessed characters may begin hunting.

The physical and mental transformation will be complete by February 26th. The possessed characters will have lost themselves completely at that point. While physical healing (done by a character with Hope's blessing or another healing ability) can turn back the physical and some mental effects, they will remain possessed until death or until Hope removes the wendigo spirit - which can only be done on the altar of Hope's temple. So have fun dragging your angry, possessed friends there!

On March 1st, Rage does Hope a solid (because she feels sort of bad) and kills all remaining wendigos. Upon revival, the spirit will be gone and the character will be fully recovered. Hopefully no one holds what they did while possessed against them!

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Comments

[pighead]

I'm not feeling too grateful.

[He scratches at the door now, with fingernails made longer as the changes get more and more severe, trailing his hand down the material of the door.]

I'm really hungry, though. Got any food out there?

[God, he's starving. If he could just get through the door - he knows there's stuff to eat out there. He knows it.]

[cowardley]

[ The sound of his nails dragging down the door sends shivers racing down her back. She can only imagine what he looks like on the other side, how the changes have started to affect him physically. ]

I can make you some grilled cheese? [ It's not a hamburger, or a nice leg of person, but it's what they've got and it's what can fit under the thin space between the door and the floor. ]

[pighead]

[That doesn't sound particularly appetizing. Josh wants something real, something he can sink his teeth into, something meaty and raw and maybe a little bloody. A steak would be nice, a rare steak, barely burnt at all. Or something else, something he can't quite put his finger on.

Well, he can, if it's all to be believed. He knows, on some level, what he's craving. But why would he want to admit that to himself?]

Yeah. Sure. Grilled cheese. Better than nothing.

[cowardley]

[ Ashley wants to apologize, to offer more, but finds that the words fail her. There isn't anything she could offer that he'd want. There are no steaks in the fridge, no tubes of odd hamburger, and no cans of Spam lining their shelves. Their home was, at the moment, on a meatless diet, though Ash is on the brink of seriously considering vegetarianism.

When she returns, the house smells lightly of melted butter and toasted bread. She slides a plate underneath the door, and on it is exactly what she promised: a grilled cheese, cut diagonally. But, without warning, another plate will slide under; this one is covered in a red sauce with several ravioli's, cut in half to reveal their meaty insides. ]

We missed a can. [ is her only explanation. She doesn't know if it's the meat he wants hidden on the inside, but it's got to be better than just a grilled cheese. ]

[pighead]

[He wasn't expecting much. He wasn't expecting that, but as meager as it is, the ravioli is a thousand times more appetizing than the grilled cheese. Not that he won't eat that too - it feels like he could eat a million of them and still be hungry.]

Ash, you're an angel.

[He manages gratitude, at least, though it's barely audible as he falls upon the food with gusto. He doesn't need utensils - doesn't even think about them, using his thin fingers to shovel the food into his mouth. It's lucky Ashley can't see. It's not pretty.]

[cowardley]

[ She can hear him eating, scarfing food down like a man starved. What would it be like to be so hungry? ]

Hey, try not to choke. [ It wouldn't do them any good if he... or would it? Would it be better if Josh died now, before he completed turning into a nightmare monster?

Should she have poisoned him? No one would have been the wiser, really. The thought hits her like lightning, sudden and frightening. She ignores it. ]

[pighead]

[He finishes it, more quickly than even he expected. It helps, actually, but the hunger's not gone, and he eats the grilled cheese as well, albeit more slowly. He sits, back against the door, letting his head fall back against it.]

Nah. Not sure I can choke anymore. Shit's weird.

[That's the best summation he can give, anyway. Ordering his thoughts to try and explain the physical chances, the mental changes, is far too much to do right now.]

[cowardley]

I think that's kind of an understatement, Josh. [ Weird is only, like, one half of this situation. ] ...Does it hurt?

[pighead]

Not exactly.

[He's less hungry now, it's easier to concentrate. It won't last, but for the moment he doesn't want as badly to break through the door and tear something (Ashley?) to pieces.]

Kind of. Mostly it just feels weird. Mostly it's hard to think about anything but being hungry.

[cowardley]

[ Ashley is quiet for a long moment, either digesting his words or uncertain how to reply: both, most likely. It's all so hard to imagine. ]

I'm sorry. [ She finally says. Josh has done a lot of not-so-great things in the past, but he doesn't really deserve to turn into a real monster; he's got enough problems in his head. ] I wish I could help.

[pighead]

Hey, not much you can do.

[He laughs, more bitter than anything approaching actual amusement. It's nice of her to say that, at least. But Josh can't even help himself right now.]

Unless you wanna come in here and give me a hand.

[cowardley]

It's probably not a good idea. [ She knows it's not a good idea, and Ashley is anything if not cautious. ]

[pighead]

And you're all about good ideas, huh?

[Not that he can blame her. He's not even sure why he wants her to come in. Or rather - he won't admit it, even to himself.]

Fine. Just leave me in here.

[cowardley]

I-I'm sorry, Josh. [ It doesn't feel right to leave him, to lock him and Emily away, but it's for the best. She shifts away from the door, hesitates, and then quickly pads. ]