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02.50 - week two, saturday
W2 SATURDAY
Like last Saturday, everyone will get an announcement on their tablets; this time, the announcement is preceded with a bell of some sort before Lorelei appears on the screen again.
"Good morning, everyone. This is an announcement to let you know that today's lesson will take place starting at 8:15 tonight. Again, today's lesson will be starting at 8:15. Please meet at the lower campus exit near the lecture by 8:00pm; Florence will be waiting for you there.
If you have a bag for some snacks and, perhaps, an item you can use for self-defense in the case of an emergency, please arrive with those things on you. We will provide you with an overview of what to expect when you arrive at 8pm.
Thank you."
The alert ends.
You have the day to prepare, ask each other what the hell is happening -- Florence and Lorelei do not seem to be available, strangely enough. There's a lot to take in with the information you have now. But before you know it... night falls.
"Good morning, everyone. This is an announcement to let you know that today's lesson will take place starting at 8:15 tonight. Again, today's lesson will be starting at 8:15. Please meet at the lower campus exit near the lecture by 8:00pm; Florence will be waiting for you there.
If you have a bag for some snacks and, perhaps, an item you can use for self-defense in the case of an emergency, please arrive with those things on you. We will provide you with an overview of what to expect when you arrive at 8pm.
Thank you."
The alert ends.
You have the day to prepare, ask each other what the hell is happening -- Florence and Lorelei do not seem to be available, strangely enough. There's a lot to take in with the information you have now. But before you know it... night falls.
PART THREE (THE SECOND)
Either way, the lights will turn back on – even dimmer this time, but just bright enough for you to see that one of those ghouls from the first floor is out of its casing, very much sentient, and staring you down. You're its target.
If you are unlucky and get caught by a ghost, it will end up possessing you, though mind the specific traits of each when you get taken over. Only one ghost will possess you at any given time, and you may feel the urge to act against someone violently or verbally.
However, it is entirely possible to avoid possession by outrunning these ghouls or hiding. That being said, those that are not possessed may want to help the people who are snap out of it before they do anything too rash.
Pain share will help (depending on how you spin it!) in that those getting possessed will still be able to feel it even if they're not really themselves right now, but it is not a requirement. ]
( OOC: Welcome to the possession part of the event. Possession is optional, but the idea is this: The ghouls will find a target and chase them down (note the descriptions on how these things happen). Again, it is possible to outrun them or hide somewhere to avoid getting an encounter, if you'd rather not have your character be influenced and instead try to help people out of their possessions!
For the sake of allowing more than 15 people a shot at these possessions, you can assume that the ghosts will hop around and possess different people at different times. And yes, if you'd like, you can get possessed by multiple (at different times) -- we will leave that up to you. The ghosts will gradually start to get tired with all of these possessions, assuming that they've been successfully, uh, "exorcised".
Regarding injury, it is entirely possible, yes, but please ask and communicate with involved parties before proceeding with an injury. If you'd rather avoid injury entirely (which is absolutely valid), you can always duke things out verbally! )
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As a note, he's possessed by a ghost that forces him to be happy. Everything will be okay. ]
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Hien, you probably shouldn't throw that out into the dark like that. I almost got hit.
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happy hien, hollow hinomori.
she doesn't say anything, and she shows no fear or anxiety. or... anything, really. )
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rest in pieces
It hurts, and the way he's tugging at the hooks only makes it hurt even more.
But... He can't show that it does. If he's weak like that, then they'll never come back. He'll just get left behind again, so he has to... he has to prove that he's not weak.]
Owen racking up injuries like no one's business
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He has his umbrella folded in his backpack, and as always, some talismans on his person. He'd made do with whatever he could find in the stationary store to make them; some of them might even be lined with washi tape (thanks to Shizuku).
He slaps a couple on his umbrella and - chases after the first ghost he sees. ]
Don't you run from me!
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Xingqiu finds himself without a way to deal with this scenario, for once at a loss of what to do in a situation, or how to help anyone else. In a direct contrast to Chongyun, he's absolutely not excited about them because they seem to be incorporeal and he doesn't have something to deal with them here.
Worst of all, those people who sent them here knew the risk and put innocent people in danger for their results!
...Well, whatever the case, Chongyun gets to see a certain kind of ghost take hold of Xingqiu—one that looks angelic on one side...
Will Chongyun approach? ]
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which does not explain why sabo will be ramming a fountain pen, one recognizable from the stationary store in the mall, into the wall. it won't exactly be right in the middle of the room but he'll be centralized enough. he doesn't look to be particularly having any coherency or purpose other than just...casually(?) stabbing the wall. even after the pen tip inevitably breaks, he'll just start smearing the ink around and writing something??
i guess?
sorry not sorry. ]
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ghoul art project installation???
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[The lights go out and Idia is immediately at the coward's route. He's rushing down the stairs, illuminated by his own hair, then trying the door and-]
[THUNK, nothing]
[It's when he turns around that he realizes there's suddenly a lot more empty pedestals here and, similarly to the first day they all arrived a very loud]
Eeeeeeek-! [echoes through the building.]
part b: possession
[But then, for a little while, there's nothing, because he is a good coward and proper at hiding. He manages to avoid the first wave and gets some freedom while other people are possessed. It's only at a certain point in the night that his weakness comes up.]
["Elder Brother!"]
[And it makes him look up from where he was huddled, in a corner, tablet over his head.]
["Elder Brother, please, I need-"]
O- Ortho?! Ortho, are you here?! Don't worry, I'm-
[... a sucker who gets possessed, that's what he is. He was leaving his hiding spot he was prepared to do what it took, and yet it was all for nothing. After all, Ortho couldn't be here.]
b-1: bottle ur emotions
[The urge is there. You'll be forgotten, you'll be forgotten, you'll be forgotten. Leave a mark, leave a mark, leave a mark. He was a pro at suppressing those urges, though, so long as he just took everything he was feeling and jammed it into into a little emotional jar. So what, if he'll be forgotten? So what, if he leaves a mark in this place that wasn't his?]
[As long as he keeps his body in motion by sullenly pacing through the extent of the first floor he can avoid falling into the pit of existential despair.]
... Ortho...? ... Ortho...
[In this state he is, in essence, his own wandering ghost, complete with the faint glow to dictate when he comes and goes.]
[Even the tiniest bit of pressure can shatter that jar he's shoved the feelings into.]
b-2: make a molotov cocktail (CW: attempted self-harm)
[hey, guess what, that bottling emotions thing didn't work]
[Whether it was triggered by a person or simply the ghoul exerting more force on its host, those feelings are now starting to bubble over in a huge mess. The change in Idia's emotional state is clear in his demeanor- his hair flares up even more dramatically, creating a whole corner of the museum bathed in blue light. His eyes are wide and his grin is, uh, not great.]
Fuehehe... [upon closer examination, he has a shard of shattered something in his hand and is squeezing it tightly.]
I know, I know you'd like to forget me, but you don't get to... you have to feel this, too...
[the way he positions the shard against his arm, with the sleeve pulled back, makes it clear what he intends to do- nothing fatal, no major arteries, but a sharp shard against pale skin]
Go ahead and hate me, h- hehehe, but burn it into your memories~ [yeah, hm, not doing great]
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b-2 ; cw suicide/self harm mentions
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again i'm just going to cw suicide this entire thread
it's a good plan
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b-2, cw: for self-harm, suicidal ideation, etc. Tread Carefully
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( oh. oh no. oh no no no no no- shizuku is not a fighter and she definitely does not do ghosts- the big thing is to run now, but- where is... shoot. for a moment, she can only try to look around, find people but. as the chaos breaks out and more people are trying to flee, catching up seems a bit moot at the moment. so she has to hide- maybe someone will find her. and maybe that someone will have some ghastly company. )
ii. react.
( eventually, shizuku is going to catch something's eye. it's inevitable, especially in all the chaos. but between the shining teeth, those countless eyes... how it can cut off every escape she tries, turning up at one end of the room and then the other, anticipating her ducking around displays or trying to lose it in the halls, until it appears before her, almost like it was waiting for her in the shadows as her heart's pounding in her chest-- the start of a scream is cut off as it takes her and everything goes numb. and in seconds she goes from recoiling in fear to her hands dropping to her sides, shoulders falling. there's no spark in her eyes. nothing. if she hears you, she certainly doesn't care. why should she do anything? everyone is so noisy.
it might annoy her, if that was worth anything. but no. shizuku hinomori is left a tired, emotionless shell. one who doesn't really see the point of even getting out of the way. )
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react!
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react!
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[Tamamori is, uh, running away from ghouls at top speed, honestly. He really regrets foreshadowing ghosts and also the museum locking them in and also everything about horror stories because what does he have right now? NOT GHOST FIGHTING STUFF. He is not an exorcist, thank you very much.
Instead, he's forced to improvise. So like, any ghoul OR possessed coming near him is getting the flashlight app shined in their face, and if that doesn't work he will........ start throwing snacks at them. Attempts are being made. Do you want chips?? Chocolate?? Candy????? Beef jerky, I don't fucking know. His pockets are deep and his arms are noodly but he might as well be a ghoul vending machine.
Of course, running around the place improvising countermeasures is all well and good, but not all ghoul problems are visible -- apparently some of these fuckers just leave bits of themselves lying around like the worst shedding snakes in existence, so eventually he steps on ghoul lint or whatever and freezes where he stands like some bizarre encore of Simon Says. Slowly, sloooowly he turns around and follows the ghost lint further down the corridor like a streetcar on its rails, a somewhat manic grin settling on his face and lighting up his eyes. Hmm. Even though he's not moving very fast, and occasionally seems to stutter in his steps like bad film, once he spots someone near him he'll nyoom and try to throw his arm over their shoulder or grab their arms.]
You! Yoooouu! You've been picked by the great Tamamori-sama's Very Special Extra Bonus Favor Gift -- if there's any trouble you've got, any trouble at all, just get down on your knees and beg me to be saved!
Why, I might even take on some of these ghouls for you. I've got at least a few more bags of chips and a bottle of Calspi left in here somewhere. I'm generous, right? I'm generous, aren't I?!
[This is fine. ☆]
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ghoul lint...
ghoul lint is real...... the real menace
remember to clean the ghost lint out of your haunted dryer...
dispose of the ghoul lint right away as a biometaphysical hazard--
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ghoul chase scene ig....
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It does catch him off-guard to see that shock of pink hair, lollipop in hand, and Gentaro freezes the moment its gaze falls on him. It draws closer, and by the time he realizes this is not one of the people he cares for most in the world, it's too late. He doesn't even catch on to the other spirit that's been nearby. Intertwined with that deep, powerful resentment toward everyone and everything is something Gentaro feels so very often. He knows and accepts this: The world is a cruel, terrible place; why should he bother trying to connect when it will end terribly for him, like it always does? Now, in this moment, he's never hated it more.
Usually, Gentaro's expressing is calm, almost unreadable for the most part. He's had his moments here, but those are rather out of the ordinary. Anyone who stumbles across him now, though, will be met with a cold, near-hostile look. ]
May I help you? [ he asks, both mocking and indifferent. ]
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If he spots anyone looking at him, he tightening his fight. ]
What are you looking at?
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So, honestly it's probably pretty difficult to discern much of a difference with Shin as he heads straight to the entrance to try to kick the door down when it's apparent normal means of opening it aren't working. But unlike his usual indifference, his red eyes are completely frozen over as he concentrates on this task.]
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rolled a 1 for the door, g
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Oryou-san!
[ as it turns out, the floating form he's chasing after is not the person he's looking for. he'd caught a glimpse of her long hair and even now he thinks it could really be her because when you're confused and you want to see something bad enough in the near darkness your mind plays tricks on you. the hopeful feeling in him is dashed, however, when the ghoul turns around entirely and reveals its distorted face.
it settles in so quickly, finding plenty in ryouma that already lives there. but that's fine because ryouma has always been able to carry around completely paradoxical thoughts and still be at peace. it's his ability to balance it all that's always been his talent, but this place seems intent on throwing off that balance entirely.
there's plenty to resent, especially when he's done all he can for so long and the world is still a cruel and awful place. what's the point of going on if humanity is so intent on destroying itself? the ghoul doesn't have to try very hard at all, but it does seem to give it all an outlet it never had; ryouma never wanted anyone to see those thoughts, after all. unfortunately, given the size of this place, there's a good chance of running into someone else and the bitterness is free! ]
Go bother someone else.
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angriku
Thankfully his choice of self-defense is a goddamn textbook so he can't really lethally hurt anyone, but he is going on a very uncharacteristic rampage of sorts. He's hitting walls, fuming to himself, stomping around and trying to break things in the museum...and he seems to be surprisingly strong for someone with such a sunny personality. Certainly not as strong as a seasoned combatant by far, but tougher than one may think just by looking at him. ]
he needs to nanastop
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But the longer she stays in the shadows, the closer she gets to the specter lurking in the corners. A shining toothy smile (is it a smile?) is the last thing she sees before all that trepidation she's been burdened with fades away into nothing news and she sees clearly.
Miach can then be found in the middle of the exhibition room on the second floor, no longer making any effort to hide herself away. Instead, she's dancing - spinning on her tippy-toes without a care in the world. She's even humming a little tune. ]
So this is it~ The answer was so simple all along!
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There's absolutely no surprise on his face when they come back on - albeit dimmer, like something straight out of a haunted house - and he finds himself face-to-face with one of those creatures from the cases downstairs, a hideous-looking thing with fangs and claws that definitely belongs in some sort of horror story. Lovely. Armed or not, Marcus being Marcus, his first instinct is to... try to fight the thing.]
Didn't anyone ever tell you it's not polite to sneak up on people?
[Too bad the ghoul doesn't seem to care... in fact, it doesn't seem to care much at all about Marcus' attempts to strike out at it with punches and kicks. That is, until it swerves to the side to dodge one of his punches and then immediately lunges in at his exposed back...
... and, well. That's that.
After that, Marcus can be found lurking around the second floor wearing a grin that's far more self-assured than usual... and also somehow not quite right. He may suddenly appear next to you, though despite that he's still keeping a bit of distance for the time being...
Hmm.]
Yo. Having fun?
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Given his whimsical personality and the way his mood swings, figuring out what ghost took a hold of him could be difficult...
...or perhaps not, because what grips him is very unlike Herlock Sholmes]
What a troublesome situation, don't you think? All this happening and nothing I can do about it. Mr. Chongyun, and anyone else with exorcising experience, they will handle it. I should hide, as there's nothing I would ever be able to do.
[The usually self-assured Sholmes would be going aroud trying to at least help others, instead of apparently feeling so inadequate he thinks the best he can do is lie down and do nothing.
Which he proceeds to do, he lies down on the floor and does nothing]
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When the lights come on, his attention is brought to whoever happens to be closest. ]
Are you all right?
[ What the fuck just happened. What the fuck is going on.
Eventually, though, a familiar glimpse of some white hair with dyed black ends up catching him off guard. Depending on when you run into him, while he's been pretty even-keeled for the most part during their time here, there's something simmering under the surface that feels angry, bitter.
If he notices you, the most he'll do in acknowledgment is adjust his glasses and turn back to whatever it is he's looking at like you weren't even there.
Hm. ]
eventually....
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eventually :)
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crawls back in here extremely late like I've been doing all week sobs
[ there is movement out of the corner of his eye even in the darkness, and wei wuxian tracks it, frowning slightly. but then he hears the sound that it makes, and his eyes widen for a moment before he goes-- ]
... Shijie...?
b. ( pranks gone wrong / cw: violence )
[ perhaps you're minding your own business or trying to get away from the other ghouls in this hall, but if you let your guard down for one too long a moment near the stairs, you may fall victim to one of wei wuxian's less than harmless pranks, because suddenly he is there with a manic gleam in his eyes, shoving you through either a broken display case and it's sharp, sharp, glass; or down the stairs and watching you tumble down. ]
Oops. [ yep. clearly possessed. ] Tag, you're it!
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2 + inadequacy I GUESS,
YOU GUESS......??
it was rng's choice!!!!
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2 + hollow + abandonment mama
here we goooo
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/whistles innocently
By the time the lights are back, albeit dim, he is nowhere to be found. At least nearby. Being small and shadowlike himself, he managed to get pretty far by keeping to the dark spaces.
He even resorts to running on all fours if anyone happens to catch sight of him scurrying away from some ghoul or another. Only instead of yelling, he sounds more like he's taunting them. ]
[ Eventually, things catch up to him. In the shadow above Luci's eye, multiple eyes roll open, some staring down while others look to the bystander. A row of white teeth spread into a smile that Luci has yet to notice. ]
[ Some time later, he's over this whole thing. His face hurts, and he can't move his arms and hands properly from the pain shooting through them. ]
Augh! Ow.
[ But he can't stop here. With an annoyed sigh, he sucks it up to keep searching for Mae. Forced back to walking on his hind legs, slowed, he doesn't bother sticking to the shadows anymore.
His sharp, annoyed whispers of--Mae? and grumbling-- ]
I should be the one creeping everyone out.
[ --might attract too much attention, but whatever, he's over this place. Ghouls are trapped losers. Just... somewhat scary ones. ]
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[He can run, boy can he run, and he doesn't bother hiding. In fact, he's not menaced by them at all, at first. Madara's first instinct, once he realizes what's going on, is to help. So if someone is acting strangely, and there isn't another ghost around, he'll do his utmost to get the person's attention.]
Heeey... you wanna reconsider that?
ii. [blanket cw: self-loathing that could lead to worse, potential violence]
[But playing the hero when he isn't one--will never be one--is his downfall. He wants to save every last person here, even if he knows it's impossible odds. And that's when a ghost sinks its claws in.
It happens twice. First, inadequacy attacks, and sees Madara staring into the nearest reflective surface, fingers tracing its curves around the distortion of his face. He's not even trying to save anyone now, as his shoulders shake in a near-silent laugh.]
This is how I go, then...
iii. [blanket cw: intense self-loathing, potential violence, family issues]
[Later, once that's escaped, abandonment manages to get him in its clutches. He stalks down the halls, silently seething, until he sees a fellow coursemate. With a firm grip on their shoulder, he spins them around, shakes them, and says through gritted teeth:]
Did you think you could just leave me?
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