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maskormenacelogs2015-05-31 09:27 pm
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Pestilence: Horsemen of the Apocalypse Log #1 - 1st to 3rd of June
WHO: Pestilence AND YOU
WHERE: All around MoM's America and beyond
WHEN: 1st to 3rd of June
WHAT: Part One of the Horsemen Plot, this is the time for Pestilence to take hold. Pestilence will spread randomly, like an illness born by thought, as well as pass by direct proximity with the ring, held by Frederick Chilton, and those who become affected will swiftly fall into a death-like sleep. After that, characters will find themselves in a shared Dreamscape (see text of this post) populated by their own and other people's psyches, dreams and nightmares. Outside of this Dreamscape, others will try to wake them - but short of waiting for the illness to subside, there's really only one cure: sharing their true feelings about the affected person.
WARNINGS: Warning for everything here in advance, sex, violence, death, gruesome images, etc. If you have any specific warnings for your thread please add them to the comment headers.
When you do succumb to sleep, whether violently, immediately, or beneath the slower snowdrift duress of cognitive slurring, you will soon wakened to an onyx dark landscape. Bright, searing lights above will pinprick as you look upwards, even while the darkness disorientates you. This is the Dreamscape. Intuitively, some small part of you will know that you've been brought here because of a disease. Some part of you might ever vibrate with the whisper of Pestilence.
As you think within this atmosphere, your thoughts conceive manifestation -- the environment you witness swirls and shifts to your subconscious. You build your setting, and your setting may clash with other dreamers. This Dreamscape was born from the inclinations of Frederick Chilton, and the subconscious is its crowned king. That conceptional influence gives you a mountain of power, along with a corrosive fault line of responsibility. Every passing idea in your brain serves to flesh out the Dreamscape of Pestilence. It is highly likely that your darker fears and cruelties will find their opportunity to breathe, and they are just as "physical" in this astral plane as you are.
Because your environment is ultimately the subconscious creation of a pestilence Chilton, there are three stages that the Dreamscape can become -- though it's all according to your emotional and mental state. Morpheus is the mildest of the three. This level concerns the people in your life, and their cruelty or kindness you interpret. Phantasos is the middling range. The victim will suffer surrealistic fantasy dreams that are weird and absurd. This is the strangest of sleep, the unnerving nature of your mind. It can go dark, or funny, and the setting of a Phantasos level will involve woods, caverns, mountains, and other natural settings. And Phoebetor serves as the nightmare level. This is where catastrophe comes true. Everything you most dread, every little horrific whisper in the back of your mind, that's going to happen with a Phoebeter severity.
Sweet dreams.
WHERE: All around MoM's America and beyond
WHEN: 1st to 3rd of June
WHAT: Part One of the Horsemen Plot, this is the time for Pestilence to take hold. Pestilence will spread randomly, like an illness born by thought, as well as pass by direct proximity with the ring, held by Frederick Chilton, and those who become affected will swiftly fall into a death-like sleep. After that, characters will find themselves in a shared Dreamscape (see text of this post) populated by their own and other people's psyches, dreams and nightmares. Outside of this Dreamscape, others will try to wake them - but short of waiting for the illness to subside, there's really only one cure: sharing their true feelings about the affected person.
WARNINGS: Warning for everything here in advance, sex, violence, death, gruesome images, etc. If you have any specific warnings for your thread please add them to the comment headers.
When you do succumb to sleep, whether violently, immediately, or beneath the slower snowdrift duress of cognitive slurring, you will soon wakened to an onyx dark landscape. Bright, searing lights above will pinprick as you look upwards, even while the darkness disorientates you. This is the Dreamscape. Intuitively, some small part of you will know that you've been brought here because of a disease. Some part of you might ever vibrate with the whisper of Pestilence.
As you think within this atmosphere, your thoughts conceive manifestation -- the environment you witness swirls and shifts to your subconscious. You build your setting, and your setting may clash with other dreamers. This Dreamscape was born from the inclinations of Frederick Chilton, and the subconscious is its crowned king. That conceptional influence gives you a mountain of power, along with a corrosive fault line of responsibility. Every passing idea in your brain serves to flesh out the Dreamscape of Pestilence. It is highly likely that your darker fears and cruelties will find their opportunity to breathe, and they are just as "physical" in this astral plane as you are.
Because your environment is ultimately the subconscious creation of a pestilence Chilton, there are three stages that the Dreamscape can become -- though it's all according to your emotional and mental state. Morpheus is the mildest of the three. This level concerns the people in your life, and their cruelty or kindness you interpret. Phantasos is the middling range. The victim will suffer surrealistic fantasy dreams that are weird and absurd. This is the strangest of sleep, the unnerving nature of your mind. It can go dark, or funny, and the setting of a Phantasos level will involve woods, caverns, mountains, and other natural settings. And Phoebetor serves as the nightmare level. This is where catastrophe comes true. Everything you most dread, every little horrific whisper in the back of your mind, that's going to happen with a Phoebeter severity.
Sweet dreams.
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[It certainly has stuff. Like mountains and mountains of tourist trash.]
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[Thumbs back at the shack.]
Let's check it out. Maybe we'll get lucky.
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Usually the goats aren't that pointy.
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...why are they pointy, now that you mention it?
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[He leads her into the Mystery Shack's shop area, anyways. The usual tourist trap stuff looks a lot more... realistic for some reason.]
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But despite being a shop, some of this looks...absurdly eerie. She pauses to peer at a plaque, head tilted in curiosity.]
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They glint for moment before settling on, "BUY GOLD."]
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'Buy gold'? What does that even mean?
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I think it's a stable currency? Why?
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[She steps uneasily away from the plaque, joining him at the counter.
What would she even say about it anyway? Plaques don't just change.]
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[She catches sight of a statuette that was staring at her and stood there for a moment, staring back. Steadily growing more creeped out.]
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