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!

► This log covers February 14th-March 1st.
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Comments

closed to house 1402

[hopecanruinyou]

[so it was really only a matter of time before thom fucked everything up again, really. he'd sort of been hoping to go more than a month before the next catastrophe, but clearly that was asking for far too much from him.

it's an even toss up whether almost getting killed by a guy he was trying to heal is better or worse than the hospital power outage though. maybe he can ask for an outside opinion once he stops bleeding... well, everywhere really. thom heaves a little sigh (and even that small level of exertion causes a hitch of pain near his lungs) at the blood he unavoidably tracks into the house that newt and peter had so kindly invited to stay, and tries to tell himself he'll be able to get it cleaned up before either of them sees.

who is he kidding though, he doesn't even know how he managed to find the energy to drag himself here in the first place, or how he's even still standing right now, in fact...

thom finds a patch of wall that's more or less clear or anything and just. let's himself collapse down on the ground against it. this seems like a good enough place to stop, right? right.]

[krangke]

(Newt had been a complete shut-in. Maybe it was selfish but he'd just gotten away from something like this not even a month ago. It was too close to home and the kid rattled into a violent panic attack any time he had to see these symptoms first hand.

Really, he'd be no use to anyone in the state he was in lately. His own health was at rock bottom- how could he save anyone when he was still working on saving himself?

Unfortunately for Thom, this means that Newt is around. And Peter too, really.

As a matter of fact, Newt's sprawled out on the couch when Thom comes in and at first, he just figures Thom's coming in from taking a walk. Newt's got his head down and his attention focused on what looks like a scrap book. He glances up briefly to Thom and then back down.

Only to snap his head back up. The scrap book hits the floor just a second after his feet do and he's over at Thom's side within seconds.)

Bloody hell, Thommy, what'd you do-

(His voice trembles, worry already bubbling up thick in his gut. He whips his head around and calls out into the house:)

Peter! Peter.

(He turns his head back around and raises a hand to rest it against the side of Thom's neck, gently easing his head back so he could get a good look at the boy's face.)

Fuck. Okay- do your powers work on yourself? How much should I be pissing myself? Do you need anything?

(Someone write this kid a How To Deal With Your Magical Roommates Handbook stat please.)

[werewolfing]

[peter's in the bedroom when he hears newt swear and then his name called in a panic, and he's there much faster than one might expect from a guy who generally moseys where he's going.]

Fuckin' a, Thom. See, this is why we don't do the hero thing, we do the staying safely inside where we don't get mauled thing.

[except he doesn't sound like he's scolding, really, he's just talking to talk. he comes over with scissors and all the kitchen towels he can muster, and gently bustles newt out of the way to begin cutting thom out of his shirt so that they can see the damage.]

I'm going to go ahead and assume that since you walked here after losing this much blood you're not dying, so what you're gonna need to do is point out where you need pressure on wounds until they'll knit themselves up so Newt here doesn't faint. And also whether I need to cut you out of your pants too.

[peter's voice is way too calm and soothing, far more than it has any right to be, and all his panic is carefully contained in his eyes.]

[hopecanruinyou]

[thom flinches pretty sharply when newt first touches and startles him, opening eyes he hadn't even realized he'd closed until now, and wow the flinching was a really bad idea, thom hadn't actually thought it was possible to be in any more pain but clearly he was wrong.

he groans weakly and tries to curl up into a protective ball, but newt's careful hand on his neck is genuinely more force than thom is currently capable of exerting, so that's a no go. he tries to nod in response to newt's question but all that really comes of that is his chin dropping slightly forward, so he forces himself to muster up a few words for the boy as well.] Yeah, I-- time. Just need... time. 'll heal.

[the problem was that he honestly had no idea how much time. he'd never been this hurt in his life, and his powers had already overloaded once today so he didn't exactly have a lot of spare energy to work with.

his eyes fall closed again without meaning to as peter gets to work on his shirt and starts asking his own questions. he wants to argue the hero thing, but aside from absolutely not having the energy to get into that right now, it's more than clear right now that thom is anything but hero material. he honestly should have learned his lesson after the hospital but ruth had given him some small measure of hope with her words and...

and clearly that was a mistake. the hope.] Back. [he offers peter weakly, after consulting his own powers to track down the most problematic spots because at this point he genuinely can't sort them out without it.]

R-ribs. Ankle? [he can feel a lot of blood in one of his shoes, anyway.]

[krangke]

(Newt doesn't mean to startle Thom and inwardly scolds himself a bit for being a little stupid on that front.

Once Thom reassures him that he will heal, eventually, Newt gets a little calmer. Not a whole lot but enough to take a breath and try and figure some things out.

Peter being there helps significantly. Newt was typically better in these situations but right now, not so much. The presence of the other boy was beyond helpful and at once, Newt was on his feet deciding on what to do.

He leaves the two boys alone for a moment and returns from the kitchen only a minute or two later. He's carrying a pot of lukewarm water with some rags over his shoulder. Newt kneels down on the other side of Thom and dips one of the rags into the water before squeezing it out a bit.)

I wasn't going to faint.

(While Peter is busy working at Thom's shoes, Newt shifts down to his feet. He doesn't know which ankle it is that's hurting so he takes each shoe off pretty carefully along with his socks. He rolls up the cuffs of his pants a bit and starts to clean the bloody mess down there.)

Idiot. You're a bloody idiot, you know, right?

(Welcome to Newt's Scolding Voice 2.0. It's horrifying and weirdly motherly. Whoops.)

A brilliant, wonderfully brave idiot but an idiot anyway. You could have really been-.

(He stops himself from talking, biting the inside of his own cheek. His hands are shaking a little bit but he takes another deep breath to calm himself down. It was fine. Peter was there, it was going to be fine. Thom could heal himself, it was going to be fine.)

[werewolfing]

Sure you weren't, Newt.

[peter keeps his tone light because the wounds on thom's ribs are pretty bad and the ones on his back, when peter gently pulls him forward by the back of the neck, aren't looking any better. he presses towels to them, putting pressure on the wounds regardless of how thom may or may not feel about that.]

Hey, Newt, let's get this poor bastard lying down and his feet up. Thom, your back is all torn up, so let us do the lifting.

[they're actually petty gentle about this, or at least as gentle as they can be while putting someone down right on their injuries so that gravity can help staunch them. a chair from the kitchen table does well enough to get thom's feet above his heart so newt can continue his ankle cleansing. the pressure of peter's hand seems to concentrate on thom's ribs now.]

There, that might help you help yourself. Not gonna faint on us either, are you?

[hopecanruinyou]

No, I. [thom takes a deep shaky breath mostly to stop himself from screaming or crying or.... whatever, he doesn't even know right now.

his whole body feels like it's in the middle of a high grade fever with how hard his powers are working regardless he can't quite help the strangled cry of pain when they lay him on his back, clenching his eyes tight on a few stray tears.

under newt and peter's hands, his skin slowly, slowly begins to knit together and heal.]

If my powers overload again... I might have a seizure or. [another shaky breath.] I'm gonna try really hard. Not to overload my powers.

[krangke]

(Newt glances up when Thom begins to speak just in time to see how bothered Thom actually was. The kid looks wretched and not just physically. Newt holsters his protective frustrations and lets that natural, gut bubbling of concern take over.

He quickly finishes up what he can of cleaning up Thom's ankle and then rushes back off to the kitchen. He returns a moment later with a fresh washcloth and bowl of water and kneels next to Thom's head. He takes the soaked cloth and sets it against the back of Thom's neck. It's for sheer comfort at this point.)

Shhh.

(He hushes quietly, his voice having lost the concerned rage from before. All that was left over was a special sort of gentleness that came to Newt naturally.)

You'll be fine. No need to use your powers again anytime soon. Peter and I are taking care of you and it'll be okay. You're doing bloody fantastic, okay? You won't have a seizure. If you do, you're not alone. So it's okay.

(He glances up over at Peter, his eyes a little wet because nope. He's perfectly talented at being strong for other people but this- this is all scraping the surface of barely healed wounds for himself. First Cashmere and now Thom.)

[werewolfing]

Sorry, Thom.

[peter does sound apologetic about having to move him, but it still seems like a better idea to have his blood flowing to the parts of his body that need it most.]

Just take your time. You aren't gonna die of any of this, so there's no rush. Nothing some time and sleep won't fix.

[anymore, at least, but peter's hardly going to say that.]

Once you're knit up we'll get you to bed and Newt will mother you until you get better just to be able to shoo him off.

[he takes one of his hands off of thom's ribs and puts it on the back of newt's neck, because the other boy is clearly starting to lose it.]

Come do your fussing from over here, Newt.

[peter can handle a lot of things, but newt having a panic attack while thom is bleeding on the floor isn't one of them.]

[hopecanruinyou]

[the problem with telling thom to stop using his powers was the fact that, to a point, he didn't actually know how to stop them. it wasn't as if he usually made an active point of healing people in the first place, unless choosing to touch them in the first place counted for that sort of thing.

so keeping his powers from overloading now that he was injured, and the choice of touching was entirely taken away from him? mostly consists of closing his eyes and quietly asking his powers very nicely to go easy on him and hope that they heard.

or listened.]

Not dying. [thom confirms weakly, at least, because if he hadn't died yet it wasn't going to happen. probably.] Just. If I tell you to leave. You need to do it. [breathe.] I already knocked out... one person today.

[the person that had been attacking him, which was honestly the only reason he was still alive at this point, but sending newt and peter into seizures would more or less have an opposite effect.]