Scenario requirements: Your character wanders around outside, too scared to go into the hospital, too scared to go back to the fog. At some point the fog encroaches, and envelops them entirely. They begin to hear voices from all directions, and it directly shatters their psyche as they are no longer able to process or comprehend what or who they are. They wander the fog for hours, trapped in a state of non-living, as they begin to develop several personas, and talk to each persona of themselves to cope with the situation.
Eventually the effect subsides, and they escape the fog, feeling shaken. It feels like however, a switch has become undone, and they might become unstable again, to the point of even being taken over by the other personas.
If rping this event with multiple people, you only have to pick ONE person to get trapped by the fog, as the other people simply search for them. At the end as the fog recedes they can find them again!
When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's infection meter Characters involved: Gillian Silverstein + Harper Caine Extra effect: This effect is stacked with the above effect.
If you one person rolls a mob in a PRP/SOLO/ORP thread, nobody else in the thread has to roll for mobs! This post's effect is applicable to ALL characters, flashlight or none!
[ Infection Rate ]: NUMBER HERE 40/100
Back outside, Gillian was feeling... angry... Those voices were a nuisance as ever, and the things that he'd heard from that ungodly sight of someone he knew.... He wanted out of here. He was so done. Clearly this place held no value, no purpose, and only aided in worsening his current state. Why should he stick around? It was making things only worse, not better.
But as he neared the edge of the fog once he left the iron gates, he stopped. To go back into the monstrous clouded depths again like that was surely a death warrant... He'd been lost in there, how in the world would he know how to get out again? and while coming out on this end had caused him plenty of turmoil, he had found another living being. And one he had engaged with once before.
Conflicted, he didn't have much time to make a choice, as the fog forced a choice for him! It suddenly enveloped him without warning, circling and gobbling him up like the beast that it was! It whispered, and seethed wildly, instantly rattling his mind and knocking out any sort of sense. But he is moving, legs taking him aimlessly around, as different versions of him begin to appear in his mind, comforting him... or was it one another?
"don't you worry, darling, you'll get out of here in no time." whispered one, soothingly in a cooing tone.
"Yeah, yeah, you'll make it out alright, ya wimp. Ya always seem to find some sorta way to slink out with yer tail between yer legs." a far more gruff voice chimed in.
"Now... what was it we were doing again..? a third piped in slowly.
More and more kept including themselves into the conversation, with varying personalities and energies, a mesh of chatter clogging up his head.
OOC
Character's name: Gillian Silverstein Character's faction: University Character's journal link:journal Character's survival stats: View]stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lean, moderate height, long mussed wavy hair, glasses, no nonsense, analytical, intelligent, responsible, strong-willed, blunt, scientist, medic.
hanging gallow
QUOTE MORE PEOPLE IF YOU ARE TALKING OT THEM
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 3:29 pm
The look on Corey’s face, the crooked grin, the rotting infection spreading across her body kept replaying in her mind. Harper’s stomach churned with disgust as the large pit in the bottom of her stomach threatened to consume her whole. Gillian had already left heading into the fog as Harper had stopped, her hand wrapping around the cold iron-gate as she started to dry heave. The only so called gain that the hospital had on the fog was the lack of undying and shadows that kept haunting for those unsuspecting. They were already tainted though, infected, the radio voices, the casino they had all repeated it the words, told them the same thing. Her mind tried to make sense of it all but it was foggy, the voices chiming in mocking her as she tried to make some sort of sense.
You should just die already. The words kept repeating itself, mimicking Corey’s voice. Another voiced chimed in agreeing with Corey’s, while another simple said “Nay” in some sort of vague opposition.
“We…. We should go back in….” Harper looked up seeing no one standing in front of her. Her mind puzzled over it for a moment. Arguing if they should look, or stay and let him become part of the undying in the lost fog. Lost forever, where the words they had used in a cheerful manner.
“Gillian? Gillian? Where did you go? We need to go back… we have to go back.” She stepped forward slowly, not wanting to wander too far from the sight of the gate. There was a chance that if she walked back into the fog she herself would never come back out again. The voices chatted on and on, as a look of irritation grew on Harper’s face.
“Gillian where the hell did you go?”
[ Infection Rate ]: 30 + 10 = 40/100
OOC
Character's name: Harper Caine Character's faction: University - 1 Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Harper Caine (View Jersey Numer: 07 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5’4”, tanned with bright green eyes and blue to grey colored hair with an undershave and fluffy mohawk. Thin body frame with just enough curves that she can’t call herself flat as a board, light in muscles, and dressed in an old tank top, shorts, with a pair of sneakers and torn panty hose stockings. (Current Avi)
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 3:42 pm
[ Infection Rate ]: NUMBER HERE 40/100
The voices were getting too cluttered, same for the various personas that were arguing and debating between one another. all in their own way trying to help one another and brave the hand they'd been dealt. Gillian had forgotten who he was, or which was him, or... what... was he? he could not longer think of anything, or hear anything but their voices, and his body felt as thought it were detached, his mind taken liberty from his vessel.
But with more stumbling, and clumsily moving onward, the fog began to dissipate, and part away, no longer suffocating him in its embrace. His breath was labored, shallow, and ragged as he heaved for air. His head kept bowed, the glare along his glasses keeping his widened, and shaken eyes concealed. Trembling body somehow managed to keep upright, even if his shoulders were sagged, and his upper body almost void of feeling or strength.
It was then, and only then, that he could sense and notice Harper's presence again. But he did nothing to validate as such, still stuck in shock, as well as trying to regain his composure... but he felt as though he were on the edge of a cliff, wavering between falling back into that overwhelming swarm of clones, and keeping their voices at bay.
OOC
Character's name: Gillian Silverstein Character's faction: University Character's journal link:journal Character's survival stats: View]stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lean, moderate height, long mussed wavy hair, glasses, no nonsense, analytical, intelligent, responsible, strong-willed, blunt, scientist, medic.
hanging gallow
QUOTE MORE PEOPLE IF YOU ARE TALKING OT THEM
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 4:13 pm
“Gillian?” Harper kept walking slowly, taking a few small steps before stopping and taking another moment to call out his name in hopes to see something, even hear something. There was caution, as she tried to not call out too loudly to attract the attention of anything around but at the same be loud enough for him to hear her. Something shifted, erratic for a moment, Harper froze as it moved in another direction. It was no Gillian of course, something infected, something undying.
“Gillian I’ll leave you out here if you don’t come back.” The voices in her head laughing at the thought, maybe it was what he wanted. No, there was some doubt in Harper’s head that was what he wanted. To remain in the fog, he had been so adamant earlier to leave it. A few more steps when she saw something else move along the shadows.
“Gillian! There you are, lets go, lets go back please.”
[ Infection Rate ]: 40/100
OOC
Character's name: Harper Caine Character's faction: University - 1 Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Harper Caine (View Jersey Numer: 07 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5’4”, tanned with bright green eyes and blue to grey colored hair with an undershave and fluffy mohawk. Thin body frame with just enough curves that she can’t call herself flat as a board, light in muscles, and dressed in an old tank top, shorts, with a pair of sneakers and torn panty hose stockings. (Current Avi)
