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sheep_game2023-06-07 10:16 am
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WHO: all
WHERE: all
WHEN: Day 9, evening into night
[the sun goes down; the two moons rise.
it all looks...quite different. the laundromat lengthens and transforms the silhouette of Woolietown in the distance. the lighthouse beacon comes to life for the first time, throwing strong, brilliant light and stark shadows across the meadow and into the barns. the lazy river encircles the pasture in a glittering band, the bobbing shapes of the pool toys a little bit eerie until they drift into full view.
perhaps some of you are winding down. perhaps some of you are just gearing up for a wild adventure in the shadows. perhaps some of you, regardless of if you sleep or stay up, find your dreams and nightmares crawling out beyond the bounds of your own head tonight, drawing others in...
the night is full of possibilities.]
WHERE: all
WHEN: Day 9, evening into night
[the sun goes down; the two moons rise.
it all looks...quite different. the laundromat lengthens and transforms the silhouette of Woolietown in the distance. the lighthouse beacon comes to life for the first time, throwing strong, brilliant light and stark shadows across the meadow and into the barns. the lazy river encircles the pasture in a glittering band, the bobbing shapes of the pool toys a little bit eerie until they drift into full view.
perhaps some of you are winding down. perhaps some of you are just gearing up for a wild adventure in the shadows. perhaps some of you, regardless of if you sleep or stay up, find your dreams and nightmares crawling out beyond the bounds of your own head tonight, drawing others in...
the night is full of possibilities.]
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[the air gets colder as he follows the pale light, and there's a strange faint cold smell in his lungs, of ozone and mint and blood. he passes the safe haven of his room and keeps going. it leads him on towards this end of the corridor, flickering, gaining definition against the surrounding shadows.
it's been a long time since he's seen Tesla's ghost for real, hasn't it, looking back over her shoulder at him? her eyes are just as sad as they were back then.]
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The familiarity of those scents hits him at the same time Tesla's image does, rooting his feet in place with an unpleasant drop of the stomach. ]
T--!
[ He cuts himself off, remembering the need for quiet. He runs, instead, tiny hand outstretched. ]
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it looks like the door he was led to, so long ago. wait, no it doesn't. the battered metal is familiar; the tubes lining the hall are familiar. the hallway carpet isn't. the brass plaque upon the door isn't. EIGHTFOLD, is all it says.
(he has the strangest sense that, like back then, his brother is right next to him.)
does he shove the door open and run through? or does it stymie him?]