Multiversal travel can be disorienting, but there’s no need to worry! All side effects are temporary and lessen with each trip. Your body may experience several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You may have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer dizziness while others are perfectly fine. You notice that the area you are in is filled with a soft cerulean light and feels slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you. Regardless of your current state, however, the stress of transit forces your body into unconsciousness.
Waking up is another story. Or maybe it isn’t.
You find yourself in a nondescript room; sometimes with others who have found themselves in the same situation, sometimes alone. Welcome to Avagi Station, your new home.
Avagi
A fixer upper opportunity:
Welcome to your new home! It’s a bit rough around the edges but it could be so much worse. Or that’s what you thought until you walked to your housing level and found the bathroom floating under three inches of water as a pipe gushes water. That’s definitely not what those pipes should be doing, you should probably try and get that fixed before your entire level is flooded. Who knows what sort of chaos all that water will play with Avagi’s support systems. Do you call for help or is someone going to find you trying to play amateur plumber with a roll of tape?
Are you afraid of the dark?:
There are different types of darkness that one has to deal with when they're living in space. There's the dim lighting of rarely used corridors, the shadows that lurk wherever they can find a place to hide. And you must never forget the swirling blackness of the storm that surrounds Avagi. Today you're dealing with a darkness you've been warned to expect. Some of your fellow residents are overhauling the electrical systems on board and told everyone that there was a chance there could be randomized blackouts.
The lights blink out without a sound, plunging you into darkness. Your eyes take a while to adjust and when they do everything seems a bit more… sinister. Sound travels differently in the dark, the quietest scratches and bumps echo louder in your ears and--
What was that ? Did that sound come from nearby? Did something just touch your leg? Maybe you should find someone before you get more paranoid. If it is paranoia, anyways.
Jeepers Creepers...:
The blackouts continue, spreading beyond isolated sections until they’re taking over entire blocks of the station and plunging everything into a more pervasive darkness. Wherever it spreads, a faint odor accompanies it along with a sudden burst of paranoia as everything seems more intense and slightly blurry at the same time. When the lights snap on the feeling of disorientation worsens and you struggle to focus when an intercom crackles to life blaring a warning you can barely understand. All you know is that something is wrong. And even worse, you know without a doubt that something, someone is coming to hurt you. As you see figures approaching, faces a blur of inhumanity marred by a mask to hide their identites you do the only thing you can in your panic.
You run.
Hopefully someone will be able to catch you and get you to clear air before you find a weapon and decide to stand your ground against them.
[ Ok. Water. Big problem. But Kelly Ann's the person people get when there's problems, right? And she's supposed to fix them before Bill or Shelli--
They're not here.
Don't think about it. Just fix the problem.
She grabs a towel and ties it around the pipe. It doesn't solve the problem, but it at least slows it down. She starts looking for something that could possibly seal it up. ]
God dammit I'm a rigger not a plumber!
[Are You Afraid of the Dark?]
[ There isn't a lot of good that Kelly Ann can do around the station. There's nothing in her skill set that is useful, So she does scut work in the med bay. The rolling blackouts are creepy. Kelly Ann just starts closing her eyes and humming to herself whenever the weird clicking that preceded them starts. The first time, nothing touchs her. Though she does feel the air move, as if something passed by very close. The second time, something brushes by her calf, like a cat in the dark. She flinches.
The third time, she feels it on the back of her neck. She spins and hits as hard as she can. ]
Stop. That. It's fucking creepy.
[Jeepers Creepers]
[ It's impossible to do anything in the med bay when it's plunged into complete darkness, so Kelly Ann starts slowly feeling her way back to somewhere that still has power.
After panicking over what was that she starts moving more cautiously. Every skitter and sigh of the complex makes her jump. But it makes weird sounds all the time, even when the lights are on.
She needs to calm the hell down.
She clears her throat and starts to sing. ]
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
[ Her voice, tremulous and alone, echoes through the corridor as she sings, gradually gaining confidence as she goes. ]
[Of course C-3PO isn't. He's a droid, metal and circuitry through and through. The idea of anything lurking in the darkness can only run rampant in organic minds flush with this thing called an 'imagination.'
Unfortunately, he can't help but feel a bit apprehensive as he shuffles his way down the corridor, optics shining, inspecting the walls all too carefully for his own good.]
It's much too dark! You'd think someone would consider calling maintenance–
[A subtle and distinct thump startles him, causing folded arms to twitch as they're held out in front of his golden body.]
W-what was that? Who's there? [His head swivels one way, then the other.] A-Artoo? Artoo, if that's you, I hardly find this funny! You come right out this instant...!
[Clara's learned not to fear the darkness. There's still sometimes where it bothers her, but she's not as afraid as she used to be. She used to need a hand to hold to move through pitch darkness, now she takes the time to appreciate her ability to go at it alone. That slight bit of appreciation is what keeps her from panic when the lights go out unannounced.
She's making her way through the corridors, attempting to learn the layout of her new home. With the lights out, exploring is near impossible. Add in the eerie sounds echoing about the area, and she's feeling on edge. She keeps moving forward, up until something hits her leg. Giving a startled yelp, she reacts by swinging that leg forward and kicking at whatever's there.
It's only after her foot comes in contact with someone or ends up ghosting through the air and causing her to stumble that she realizes someone else is lost in the darkness with her.]
Does this happen often? Seems like we need to find a better energy source to keep things running properly.
Jeepers Creepers:
[It's probably not a great idea that Clara managed to wedge a steel pipe off part of the wall. Especially since her paranoia is running at an all time high, and she's very nearly just taken someone's head off after the lights switched back on. She isn't sure why she feels the way she does, all that she knows is that she's certain she's in danger. After running herself into a corner, her fight instinct kicks back in.
The feel of cool metal against her back as she wedges her way into a corner doesn't do much to calm her. Everything's still hazy, vision blurred as a figure approaches. She squeezes her eyes shut tight and swings her pipe. Her arms are trembling, just like the rest of her. She isn't going to be able to make accurate swings, and just ends up clutching the stupid pipe close to her chest. Whatever's there is edging in nearer. Being disoriented and trying to handle the fear that's consumed her is making her a little frustrated.]
If someone takes a swing at your head, you don't move in closer!
[ Momo feels disoriented, confused. She comes to in a strange room, surrounded by strangers. This is... Something is wrong. She doesn't know where she is. She feels the urge to panic rising, but tries to keep a cool head. She's training to be a hero, isn't she? She should be able to adapt to unfamiliar situations. Doing her best to keep her voice from wavering, she clears her throat and speaks up. ]
Does anyone know where we are? What just happened?
Fixer Upper
[ Stopping the leak in her quarters is no big deal. She just manifests a wrench from her skin using her quirk and stops the flow of water. However, that does nothing to solve the several centimeters of water that have already spilled out and flooded her bathroom floor.
She opens the door out into the hallway, letting water spill out around her ankles, and looks for someone who might give her a hand. ]
Um... Excuse me? I have a bit of a flooding problem...
Afraid of the Dark?
[ By now, Momo is prepared for anything, so when the lights go out, she stops in place, unbuttons the top few buttons of her uniform shirt, and calls forth a flashlight from her chest. She then uses the flashlight to search for anyone who might be lost in the dark. ]
[True statement: when the lights die, with that pop hiss of bad electrics, Scott Lang is not a happy man. Also true statement: Scott was already not exactly sailing on the Good Ship Lollipop since he got here. Who knew you could miss San Quentin, right? He'd rather be there, with a nice safe cell and (sometimes) a cellie who was not a complete creep, than here.
Scott has one coping mechanism, a secret weapon in life, one that's gotten him so very far. Hey, it got him to hang out with the Avengers, right? That secret weapon is, of course, his wit.]
So, hey, nice place you got here. I like it. The ambiance, you know. Very....eldritch. [Okay, sometimes the wit works better than others.]
iii [Listen, you. Scott Lang does not 'run'. Does he look like the type to run from terrifying faceless danger? No. No he does not. He looks like the type who RUNS SCREAMING from it. And he's not looking where he's going, so hey, you better watch crossing intersections or rounding corners, or you're going to get a face full of screaming Ant Man.]
[Monika taps her finger against her chin, then lets out a light laugh before holding up her index finger.]
Well, this is definitely a start to a day. I sort of wish I knew a little more about what to do in a situation like this.
[She peeps out from a door and calls down the hallway:]
Hello? Anyone? Sorry if I'm bothering you, but I'm not real accustomed to things like plumbing! If I could get a hand here, that would be terrific.
ii. i'm more of a goosebumps girl
[Most girls might react to this kind of situation of being plunged into darkness suddenly with more fright. Inherently, she does feel a bit uneasy, but not outright scared in the moment.
Instead, she knits her brows in the shadows, pausing when something brushes on by. She doesn't shriek or squeal, and instead tries to determine where the touch came from.]
Hello?
If someone's there, I think I might rather walk together than trying to scare each other. You can come out!
iii. is this a horror novel now
[This is not something she's really known from the other side. She felt, once, that she really knew best, that she knew everything and she looked into the hole and knew that Epiphany
She knew what was wrong unfair the path she needed to make for herself is this what it's like?
Monika breathes and breathes and the last time her heart raced like this was with Him
She brings her hand to her mouth, then laughs quietly, uneasily.
Then she runs. Athletic, He said, and that was true.
Monika runs and runs. How to Start Over from this point?
Can she?]
iv. wildcard
[Choose your own prompt, or message this journal if you'd like something more specific.]
( darkness isn't something that helen fears, and some might day that helen magnus wasn't afraid of anything. that wasn't true, but the things that go bump in the night are something that she has learned to embrace... if keep a healthy fear of.
the noise has her turning, senses alert as she attempts to pinpoint the direct, and whether it was something to be concerned about.
and then she hears it again.
her hand reaches for her pistol, keeping it low as she turns again, risking a call out into the dark-- )
[Rogue was not afraid of the dark. She'd gotten over that during late night outings with her friends way back in Mississippi. It was hard to be afraid when you had to climb out your window to where a friend's car was waiting to take you down to the swimming hole for some late-night fun. Then, at the Institute, darkness was normal, especially if you were prone to wandering around in the middle of the night like it seemed half of the population seemed to be doing at any given moment.
But that darkness is so much different in space.
So when the hallway plunges her into darkness, it's not so much that she's afraid. It's more that darkness was dangerous. If any unsuspecting person came down the hall and she was there, they could get killed or worse. So Rogue keeps her back to the wall, slowly making her way down the hallway. Hopefully the lights would come back on soon and they'd be all good.]
What the hell was that?
[Her accent increases as she looks around wildly in the pitch-black, trying to find the source of the scream she just heard.]
Hello? [She calls, like every protagonist in a horror movie.] Are you okay? Hello?
i. fixer upper The term 'cosmic joke' is too much right now.
[He's sloshing around in the water, trying to ignore the freezing cold water covering him and his sleepwear. Adam curses harshly under his breath while getting closer to the shower stall wall where the trouble seems to be.
Black metal fingers dig into the wall and tear a section open, and he gets a face full of the water. His "fuck me!" can be heard all the way down the hall.]
ii. jeepers creepers [It's not running away, is a strategic retreat, thank you very much. Adam is good at these. He runs in near silence down the claustrophobic hallway until he rounds a corner and there he stops, a grimace on his face, and his metal hands balling into fists. Whatever's coming, he's going to be ready.
Unfortunately it's you that's coming and not some horrible monster (unless you are a horrible monster). Fortunately, Adam merely hunkers down until you're passing and then he pounces. The fortunate part of this is that he doesn't have any weapons out, yet.]
[ He isn't afraid. Jedi are not afraid. He is definitely not supposed to feel this. And yet, in that darkness, peace and harmony and serenity are parsecs away. He lets out a shuddering breath--what he assumes is something no one is around to notice. It's just the power going out, there isn't anything to be worried about.
Which is clearly why it only takes the first sensation of being touched for him to whip the lightsaber out and switch it on. The crackle and hiss of the burning blue light is sudden, and its glow, duller than one might expect, only extends so far. He isn't sure what he expects to see as his heart jumps into his throat.
FIXER UPPER [The sloshing water comes up to the ankles of this new arrival. A new arrival the size of a small horse. If horses came in the shape of a purple, metallic dog with what look like wings coming out of its shoulders.]
[It's walking through the water like a cat would. Lifting a paw and shaking it out, before taking another, dainty step. This is most degrading.]
How unsanitary.
[... the dog just spoke. It spoke and its amber eyes lit up.]
AFRAID OF THE DARK [Are you a small, scared individual? Someone who may be hiding in a corner? Or otherwise moving through the dark with an air of uncertainty and/or fear? Someone will be here.]
[Someone who doesn't really show up in the dark until they speak.]
Don't be frightened. There is nothing here in the darkness.
[Except this giant, smooth-talking robot dog with flashing yellow eyes. Whoops.]
[ It's all a matter of course, is Karna's opinion of things. The dark, his displacement, the unfamiliarity— even his aimlessness is sure to be a logical progression in the grand scheme of time.
So he doesn't panic. His movements are slow and deliberate, graceful even without anyone to see them; a neat dance of palm to air, fingers furling and unfurling as fire flits at their tips.
It's a waste of energy to maintain the wan light, but it can't be helped. Karna traverses the halls in search of people who seem to be struggling, and he'll approach whoever he finds without hesitation. ]
Your nerves will suffer in the dark. [ If he sounds unconcerned, forgive him; that's just how he is. ] Stay with me. I'll guide the way.
B: FIXER UPPER.
[ Water at his feet, water from above. Today, you'll find 1 (one) demi-god displaying his Rank-D Luck status with an untimely left turn that results in him walking right into a burst pipe. ]
...
[ His unruly white hair mats down from where he's hit with water, long bangs drooping down to form a curtain over his face.
[Yusuke's used to living in...let's say, "less than stellar" living arrangements. He's done so virtually all his life- the dorm rooms in his school are, sadly, a vast improvement over the actual shack he grew up in. That being said, neither of those two places ever sprung a leak bad enough to cause a flood like this.
He frowns disapprovingly down at the water- not too keen on the idea of having to spend the rest of the day with wet clothes. Although, the thought of the water levels increasing at this speed...That does sound even less appealing.
Naturally, Yusuke's not a plumber. He has virtually no idea what of what to do aside from plugging up the holes- the obvious answer...But he's confident that even someone at amateur level should be able to come up with a solution that will, if nothing else, slow the water down.
He rolls up his sleeves and moves closer to the pipes to stare at them...and then stare some more. From different angles- craning his neck over it one moment, and then twisting himself around to get a look underneath, or going in from behind. There must be some idea he can come up with that isn't simply...duct tape. Which he does not have right now, mind you.]
B) Are you afraid of the dark?
[While it's true that Yusuke doesn't live the "average" high school life anymore, and has had his fair share of abnormal experiences by now...at the end of the day, that doesn't negate the fact that this is still a high school student we're talking about. Yusuke's experience with the Metaverse keeps him from being outright terrified to a point that makes him act like a complete idiot, but he's still undeniably unnerved about being vulnerable in an unfamiliar setting with such widespread blackouts.
His mind finds a way to busy itself regardless- searching for intriguing shadows or shapes within the darkness...anything that might strike inspiration for a sketch he could begin, or a composition for a painting he could save for later.
It becomes something of a routine after a while- quietly moving about to look for any sources of light, no matter how dim. Spotting something that catches his interest enough that he pauses where he stands- taking out a simple pad and pencil. There's soft sounds of the pencil skittering over the paper- the sound magnified in quiet darkness, but still much more relaxing to his mind than anything else.
His eyes strain easily in the darkness, and he has to pause to close them every so often...but his hand easily picks up wherever he left off- continuing on until he's satisfied with each sketch.]
[ EDI doesn't feel pain-- not physical pain-- but her mobile platform is registering severe and unusual changes in temperature across various parts of her "body." Something external is affecting her systems, disorienting her until... ]
system offline.
[ When she "wakes" up, she's met with a wall of error logs. ]
error: an error occurred connection lost. retrying in 120s. attempt #1 failed. retrying in 120s. attempt #2 failed. retrying in 120s. attempt #3 failed. retrying in 120s. fatal error. running diagnostics. error: an error occurred.
[ She can't connect to her main systems on the Normandy. Which makes no sense-- without a connection, her mobile platform will go offline completely. It's almost like something partitioned her off. Jeff had worried that the Illusive Man had traps set for her. She'd held off Cerberus without any help, and she'd evaded even the most intricate traps in their system. Did she trip one? If so, why trap her in her mobile platform? Moreover, where is she?
EDI lays perfectly still for at a solid ten minutes, her eyes open but unblinking. It's a little creepy. Maybe someone should check on her? Or... back away slowly just in case she's the vanguard of the robot uprising. ]
fixer-upper
[ EDI is used to maintaining systems from inside the ship itself. The crew is responsible for physically maintaining the ship. But she can't very well let the space station fall apart. Besides, who knows if the previous occupants hid something useful in the nooks and crannies of the station? And it occupies her mind, even if it only takes a fraction of her processing power.
She's diligently working on fixing the most pressing issues and analyzing any issues that she can't immediately fix.
Well, she can't do this alone. She might as well see if the other residents have begun repairs already. ]
Excuse me, who is in charge of the restoration of the space station?
[ She already has a long, long list of issues ranked by urgency. ]
[ fixer upper ] Something smelled significantly off, something smelled moldy, nasty, moist, and full of potential fungus––
and it wasn’t her. That’s for damn sure.
Ellie took about three steps down the hallway before her sneaker squished down on some wet carpet and her face grimaced with the icky feeling of her high hopes come crashing down into the depths of ironic comedy. She lifted her foot and gasped with a hand out to the wall to keep her steady. “This fucking sucks.” She said to no one in particular before she stepped down again. A moment to collect her composure before she moved further down the hall and with each squirting step she made it closer and closer to the source of the flood. The bathroom door was open and the trickling of water came to her ears before she found the sight of it. “Nice.” She fussed with her bottom lip before she shifted her hips and pulled her hand off the wall and gripped the frame of the bathroom door.
It was about a good few minutes of staring at the otherwise pristine bathroom before she turned from the sight and walked right out her newly acquired flat and even newer abandoned residence to test her luck on the doors to (hopefully) vacant and unlocked flats. Each door she came to she gave the knob a good jostling to try and enter.
[ are you afraid of the dark? ] It wasn’t too long before Ellie came across an unlocked door and empty apartment to accommodate her better than the leaking assigned one. Of course there was always the possibility that someone lived here, but she’d take that chance with a switchblade tucked beneath her hip as she lounged on the couch. It’d been hours upon hours of binge watching the network, old posts included, while she helped herself to some packaged food from the pantry in the kitchen. Eventually she passed out to a voice post from last month talking about the magic of tacos. She had a bag of crisps opened on her lap and crumbs over her stomach and her bag to the floor next to the couch and supporting her resting hand.
The power outage was nothing to her, having been asleep, but what did stir her away was the feel of something tugging on her leg.
Ellie startled awake and gripped for her switchblade before she pulled back her leg to her chest and raised her arm with the four inch blade stabbing in the dark.
Shyvana glares down at the piping that's spewing water onto the floor. Already her boots are soaked, and the water level is only going to rise. This isn't particularly her specialty, but she hasn't the patience to wait for help.
Instead, she reaches down and crushes the pipe, stopping the water flow completely.]
There. Fragile thing.
[The leak has stopped, but the pipes creak threateningly.]
ii. jeepers creepers
[There is the brief instinct to run. Flight or fight is something she's come to feel commonly, but so rarely is it that fear could compel her to feel like she needs to flee from something. It's a strange, foreign.
It does not linger long.
Shyvana is turning around, determined to face what she feels like must be chasing her. Flames dance around her and she snarls, curling her molten claws. She bellows:]
Fight me, coward!
[Whatever comes out, she may feel more compelled to battle than to reason.]
iii. wildcard
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kelly ann | roadies
[Are You Afraid of the Dark?]
[Jeepers Creepers]
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C-3PO | Star Wars
[Of course C-3PO isn't. He's a droid, metal and circuitry through and through. The idea of anything lurking in the darkness can only run rampant in organic minds flush with this thing called an 'imagination.'
Unfortunately, he can't help but feel a bit apprehensive as he shuffles his way down the corridor, optics shining, inspecting the walls all too carefully for his own good.]
It's much too dark! You'd think someone would consider calling maintenance–
[A subtle and distinct thump startles him, causing folded arms to twitch as they're held out in front of his golden body.]
W-what was that? Who's there? [His head swivels one way, then the other.] A-Artoo? Artoo, if that's you, I hardly find this funny! You come right out this instant...!
[A beat. Two beats.
Concern wavers within the droid's vocalizer.]
...Oh dear...
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clara oswald | doctor who
[Clara's learned not to fear the darkness. There's still sometimes where it bothers her, but she's not as afraid as she used to be. She used to need a hand to hold to move through pitch darkness, now she takes the time to appreciate her ability to go at it alone. That slight bit of appreciation is what keeps her from panic when the lights go out unannounced.
She's making her way through the corridors, attempting to learn the layout of her new home. With the lights out, exploring is near impossible. Add in the eerie sounds echoing about the area, and she's feeling on edge. She keeps moving forward, up until something hits her leg. Giving a startled yelp, she reacts by swinging that leg forward and kicking at whatever's there.
It's only after her foot comes in contact with someone or ends up ghosting through the air and causing her to stumble that she realizes someone else is lost in the darkness with her.]
Does this happen often? Seems like we need to find a better energy source to keep things running properly.
Jeepers Creepers:
[It's probably not a great idea that Clara managed to wedge a steel pipe off part of the wall. Especially since her paranoia is running at an all time high, and she's very nearly just taken someone's head off after the lights switched back on. She isn't sure why she feels the way she does, all that she knows is that she's certain she's in danger. After running herself into a corner, her fight instinct kicks back in.
The feel of cool metal against her back as she wedges her way into a corner doesn't do much to calm her. Everything's still hazy, vision blurred as a figure approaches. She squeezes her eyes shut tight and swings her pipe. Her arms are trembling, just like the rest of her. She isn't going to be able to make accurate swings, and just ends up clutching the stupid pipe close to her chest. Whatever's there is edging in nearer. Being disoriented and trying to handle the fear that's consumed her is making her a little frustrated.]
If someone takes a swing at your head, you don't move in closer!
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Yaoyorozu Momo | Boku no Hero Academia
Fixer Upper
Afraid of the Dark?
Fixer Upper!
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Scott Lang || MCU
[True statement: when the lights die, with that pop hiss of bad electrics, Scott Lang is not a happy man. Also true statement: Scott was already not exactly sailing on the Good Ship Lollipop since he got here. Who knew you could miss San Quentin, right? He'd rather be there, with a nice safe cell and (sometimes) a cellie who was not a complete creep, than here.
Scott has one coping mechanism, a secret weapon in life, one that's gotten him so very far. Hey, it got him to hang out with the Avengers, right? That secret weapon is, of course, his wit.]
So, hey, nice place you got here. I like it. The ambiance, you know. Very....eldritch. [Okay, sometimes the wit works better than others.]
iii
[Listen, you. Scott Lang does not 'run'. Does he look like the type to run from terrifying faceless danger? No. No he does not. He looks like the type who RUNS SCREAMING from it. And he's not looking where he's going, so hey, you better watch crossing intersections or rounding corners, or you're going to get a face full of screaming Ant Man.]
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Monika | Doki Doki Literature Club
Hmm.
[Monika taps her finger against her chin, then lets out a light laugh before holding up her index finger.]
Well, this is definitely a start to a day. I sort of wish I knew a little more about what to do in a situation like this.
[She peeps out from a door and calls down the hallway:]
Hello? Anyone? Sorry if I'm bothering you, but I'm not real accustomed to things like plumbing! If I could get a hand here, that would be terrific.
ii. i'm more of a goosebumps girl
[Most girls might react to this kind of situation of being plunged into darkness suddenly with more fright. Inherently, she does feel a bit uneasy, but not outright scared in the moment.
Instead, she knits her brows in the shadows, pausing when something brushes on by. She doesn't shriek or squeal, and instead tries to determine where the touch came from.]
Hello?
If someone's there, I think I might rather walk together than trying to scare each other. You can come out!
iii. is this a horror novel now
[This is not something she's really known from the other side. She felt, once, that she really knew best, that she knew everything and she looked into the hole and knew
that Epiphany
She knew what was wrong unfair the path she needed to make for herself is this what it's like?
Monika breathes and breathes and the last time her heart raced like this was with Him
She brings her hand to her mouth, then laughs quietly, uneasily.
Then she runs. Athletic, He said, and that was true.
Monika runs and runs. How to Start Over from this point?
Can she?]
iv. wildcard
[Choose your own prompt, or message this journal if you'd like something more specific.]
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Rogue | X-Men
[Rogue was not afraid of the dark. She'd gotten over that during late night outings with her friends way back in Mississippi. It was hard to be afraid when you had to climb out your window to where a friend's car was waiting to take you down to the swimming hole for some late-night fun. Then, at the Institute, darkness was normal, especially if you were prone to wandering around in the middle of the night like it seemed half of the population seemed to be doing at any given moment.
But that darkness is so much different in space.
So when the hallway plunges her into darkness, it's not so much that she's afraid. It's more that darkness was dangerous. If any unsuspecting person came down the hall and she was there, they could get killed or worse. So Rogue keeps her back to the wall, slowly making her way down the hallway. Hopefully the lights would come back on soon and they'd be all good.]
What the hell was that?
[Her accent increases as she looks around wildly in the pitch-black, trying to find the source of the scream she just heard.]
Hello? [She calls, like every protagonist in a horror movie.] Are you okay? Hello?
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Adam Jensen | Deus Ex: Human Revolution
The term 'cosmic joke' is too much right now.
[He's sloshing around in the water, trying to ignore the freezing cold water covering him and his sleepwear. Adam curses harshly under his breath while getting closer to the shower stall wall where the trouble seems to be.
Black metal fingers dig into the wall and tear a section open, and he gets a face full of the water. His "fuck me!" can be heard all the way down the hall.]
ii. jeepers creepers
[It's not running away, is a strategic retreat, thank you very much. Adam is good at these. He runs in near silence down the claustrophobic hallway until he rounds a corner and there he stops, a grimace on his face, and his metal hands balling into fists. Whatever's coming, he's going to be ready.
Unfortunately it's you that's coming and not some horrible monster (unless you are a horrible monster). Fortunately, Adam merely hunkers down until you're passing and then he pounces. The fortunate part of this is that he doesn't have any weapons out, yet.]
iii. wildcard
(give me your wooooorsst)
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anakin skywalker | dear diary my teen angst bullshit has a body count
[ He isn't afraid. Jedi are not afraid. He is definitely not supposed to feel this. And yet, in that darkness, peace and harmony and serenity are parsecs away. He lets out a shuddering breath--what he assumes is something no one is around to notice. It's just the power going out, there isn't anything to be worried about.
Which is clearly why it only takes the first sensation of being touched for him to whip the lightsaber out and switch it on. The crackle and hiss of the burning blue light is sudden, and its glow, duller than one might expect, only extends so far. He isn't sure what he expects to see as his heart jumps into his throat.
But he definitely is not afraid. ]
hi
gdi sideswipe.
sorry not sorry
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Shadowmaru | Brave Police: J-Decker
[The sloshing water comes up to the ankles of this new arrival. A new arrival the size of a small horse. If horses came in the shape of a purple, metallic dog with what look like wings coming out of its shoulders.]
[It's walking through the water like a cat would. Lifting a paw and shaking it out, before taking another, dainty step. This is most degrading.]
How unsanitary.
[... the dog just spoke. It spoke and its amber eyes lit up.]
AFRAID OF THE DARK
[Are you a small, scared individual? Someone who may be hiding in a corner? Or otherwise moving through the dark with an air of uncertainty and/or fear? Someone will be here.]
[Someone who doesn't really show up in the dark until they speak.]
Don't be frightened. There is nothing here in the darkness.
[Except this giant, smooth-talking robot dog with flashing yellow eyes. Whoops.]
karna. | fate/
[ It's all a matter of course, is Karna's opinion of things. The dark, his displacement, the unfamiliarity— even his aimlessness is sure to be a logical progression in the grand scheme of time.
So he doesn't panic. His movements are slow and deliberate, graceful even without anyone to see them; a neat dance of palm to air, fingers furling and unfurling as fire flits at their tips.
It's a waste of energy to maintain the wan light, but it can't be helped. Karna traverses the halls in search of people who seem to be struggling, and he'll approach whoever he finds without hesitation. ]
Your nerves will suffer in the dark. [ If he sounds unconcerned, forgive him; that's just how he is. ] Stay with me. I'll guide the way.
B: FIXER UPPER.
[ Water at his feet, water from above. Today, you'll find 1 (one) demi-god displaying his Rank-D Luck status with an untimely left turn that results in him walking right into a burst pipe. ]
...
[ His unruly white hair mats down from where he's hit with water, long bangs drooping down to form a curtain over his face.
Someone please give him a towel. ]
b. I was going to do a serious tag but then I remembered Siegfried's luck is rank E
i'm immediately furious at how cute sieg is wtf
welcome to my life, he tries so hard
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Yusuke Kitagawa | Persona 5
[Yusuke's used to living in...let's say, "less than stellar" living arrangements. He's done so virtually all his life- the dorm rooms in his school are, sadly, a vast improvement over the actual shack he grew up in. That being said, neither of those two places ever sprung a leak bad enough to cause a flood like this.
He frowns disapprovingly down at the water- not too keen on the idea of having to spend the rest of the day with wet clothes. Although, the thought of the water levels increasing at this speed...That does sound even less appealing.
Naturally, Yusuke's not a plumber. He has virtually no idea what of what to do aside from plugging up the holes- the obvious answer...But he's confident that even someone at amateur level should be able to come up with a solution that will, if nothing else, slow the water down.
He rolls up his sleeves and moves closer to the pipes to stare at them...and then stare some more. From different angles- craning his neck over it one moment, and then twisting himself around to get a look underneath, or going in from behind. There must be some idea he can come up with that isn't simply...duct tape. Which he does not have right now, mind you.]
B) Are you afraid of the dark?
[While it's true that Yusuke doesn't live the "average" high school life anymore, and has had his fair share of abnormal experiences by now...at the end of the day, that doesn't negate the fact that this is still a high school student we're talking about. Yusuke's experience with the Metaverse keeps him from being outright terrified to a point that makes him act like a complete idiot, but he's still undeniably unnerved about being vulnerable in an unfamiliar setting with such widespread blackouts.
His mind finds a way to busy itself regardless- searching for intriguing shadows or shapes within the darkness...anything that might strike inspiration for a sketch he could begin, or a composition for a painting he could save for later.
It becomes something of a routine after a while- quietly moving about to look for any sources of light, no matter how dim. Spotting something that catches his interest enough that he pauses where he stands- taking out a simple pad and pencil. There's soft sounds of the pencil skittering over the paper- the sound magnified in quiet darkness, but still much more relaxing to his mind than anything else.
His eyes strain easily in the darkness, and he has to pause to close them every so often...but his hand easily picks up wherever he left off- continuing on until he's satisfied with each sketch.]
edi • mass effect
arrival
[ EDI doesn't feel pain-- not physical pain-- but her mobile platform is registering severe and unusual changes in temperature across various parts of her "body." Something external is affecting her systems, disorienting her until... ]
[ When she "wakes" up, she's met with a wall of error logs. ]
connection lost. retrying in 120s.
attempt #1 failed. retrying in 120s.
attempt #2 failed. retrying in 120s.
attempt #3 failed. retrying in 120s.
fatal error. running diagnostics.
error: an error occurred.
[ She can't connect to her main systems on the Normandy. Which makes no sense-- without a connection, her mobile platform will go offline completely. It's almost like something partitioned her off. Jeff had worried that the Illusive Man had traps set for her. She'd held off Cerberus without any help, and she'd evaded even the most intricate traps in their system. Did she trip one? If so, why trap her in her mobile platform? Moreover, where is she?
EDI lays perfectly still for at a solid ten minutes, her eyes open but unblinking. It's a little creepy. Maybe someone should check on her? Or... back away slowly just in case she's the vanguard of the robot uprising. ]
fixer-upper
[ EDI is used to maintaining systems from inside the ship itself. The crew is responsible for physically maintaining the ship. But she can't very well let the space station fall apart. Besides, who knows if the previous occupants hid something useful in the nooks and crannies of the station? And it occupies her mind, even if it only takes a fraction of her processing power.
She's diligently working on fixing the most pressing issues and analyzing any issues that she can't immediately fix.
Well, she can't do this alone. She might as well see if the other residents have begun repairs already. ]
Excuse me, who is in charge of the restoration of the space station?
[ She already has a long, long list of issues ranked by urgency. ]
SWOOPS IN ON ARRIVAL
TWIRLS!!
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Ellie + Last of Us + Get you some.
[ fixer upper ]
Something smelled significantly off, something smelled moldy, nasty, moist, and full of potential fungus––
and it wasn’t her. That’s for damn sure.
Ellie took about three steps down the hallway before her sneaker squished down on some wet carpet and her face grimaced with the icky feeling of her high hopes come crashing down into the depths of ironic comedy. She lifted her foot and gasped with a hand out to the wall to keep her steady. “This fucking sucks.” She said to no one in particular before she stepped down again. A moment to collect her composure before she moved further down the hall and with each squirting step she made it closer and closer to the source of the flood. The bathroom door was open and the trickling of water came to her ears before she found the sight of it. “Nice.” She fussed with her bottom lip before she shifted her hips and pulled her hand off the wall and gripped the frame of the bathroom door.
It was about a good few minutes of staring at the otherwise pristine bathroom before she turned from the sight and walked right out her newly acquired flat and even newer abandoned residence to test her luck on the doors to (hopefully) vacant and unlocked flats. Each door she came to she gave the knob a good jostling to try and enter.
[ are you afraid of the dark? ]
It wasn’t too long before Ellie came across an unlocked door and empty apartment to accommodate her better than the leaking assigned one. Of course there was always the possibility that someone lived here, but she’d take that chance with a switchblade tucked beneath her hip as she lounged on the couch. It’d been hours upon hours of binge watching the network, old posts included, while she helped herself to some packaged food from the pantry in the kitchen. Eventually she passed out to a voice post from last month talking about the magic of tacos. She had a bag of crisps opened on her lap and crumbs over her stomach and her bag to the floor next to the couch and supporting her resting hand.
The power outage was nothing to her, having been asleep, but what did stir her away was the feel of something tugging on her leg.
Ellie startled awake and gripped for her switchblade before she pulled back her leg to her chest and raised her arm with the four inch blade stabbing in the dark.
[ are you afraid of the dark? ]
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Shyvana | League of Legends
[Most irritating.
Shyvana glares down at the piping that's spewing water onto the floor. Already her boots are soaked, and the water level is only going to rise. This isn't particularly her specialty, but she hasn't the patience to wait for help.
Instead, she reaches down and crushes the pipe, stopping the water flow completely.]
There. Fragile thing.
[The leak has stopped, but the pipes creak threateningly.]
ii. jeepers creepers
[There is the brief instinct to run. Flight or fight is something she's come to feel commonly, but so rarely is it that fear could compel her to feel like she needs to flee from something. It's a strange, foreign.
It does not linger long.
Shyvana is turning around, determined to face what she feels like must be chasing her. Flames dance around her and she snarls, curling her molten claws. She bellows:]
Fight me, coward!
[Whatever comes out, she may feel more compelled to battle than to reason.]
iii. wildcard
[Tag me with your own idea, or let me know if I can set something up for you!]
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