Halloween GP
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londoncallingrpgThe weather today had been fairly pleasant, a mostly sunny day wedged between fairly grey ones. It wasn't warm, but the chill was minimal for this time of year, and there wasn't a drop of rain in sight. As night crept in, however, the streets slowly faded from sun kissed and painted in autumnal colours, to foggy and damp. An odd thing, really, since the forecast had predicted a clear and pleasant night.
It wasn't normal fog either, it was denser, thicker, and it carried an distinct scent, like cinnamon sugar and chestnuts. It was so thick it seemed to drain the streets of their colour, leaving the wold desaturated and grey. More importantly, anyone with a bit of magic in them would sense, quite quickly, that it wasn't of this world. It crackled quietly with power, dark and heavy. Unfriendly.
It was around nine pm that the local police stations began to receive calls, things they assumed were pranks at first, but soon began rolling in so quickly and frequently that it seemed something more was afoot. The evening news spoke of mass hysteria, warning people to stay indoors. Conspiracy blogs were lit up with chatter of chemical warfare, and some 'airborne drug'. There were reports of people seeing everything from long dead loved ones, to killer clowns.
Though despite the nervous chattering of talking heads and twitter addicts, most people were paying the supposed danger no mind. Clubs and bars on every block were blasting music and throwing costume parties, people were out with friends, wandering the streets and looking for a fun time. It may have been Monday, but that didn't seem to be stopping many people from enjoying the holiday.
For the most part, everything seemed fine. ...The crowds and groups remained oblivious to the danger of the fog. ...It was only those who slipped off on their own, to have a quick smoke, to get some air or head home early. They were the ones in danger, they were the ones who's darkest fears seemed to emerge from the thick fog.
Around 10pm, reports started to come in regarding a body found in Whitechapel, cut open wide and left to bleed out. No prints at the scene, no signs that anyone else had even been there. The CCTV footage had somehow been rendered useless, glitched out and blurred. A trouble echoed by every other security camera on the street. It was enough to set twitter and the internet off all over again, with talk of how the things seen in the fog might, somehow, be real.
(Happy Halloween! The fog is bringing fears and spoops to life! You can make the creatures and fabrications of the fog as personal or general as you like. Whatever works best to spook your pup. If, for any reason, you don't want your pup to see any spooks, that's totally fine too. It's not a required plot. Unlike last year, this time around the creepy things your pup might see can harm them and do real damage. Though they will vanish in the morning. If your pup is sensitive to magic in any way, they might sense that this magic is distinctly fae. If you have questions about what you can or can't do, just ask in slack! Though really, the only limit here is your imagination. Remember to check with other players before doing anything that might seriously hurt their pup, ect, ect, and have fun!)
It wasn't normal fog either, it was denser, thicker, and it carried an distinct scent, like cinnamon sugar and chestnuts. It was so thick it seemed to drain the streets of their colour, leaving the wold desaturated and grey. More importantly, anyone with a bit of magic in them would sense, quite quickly, that it wasn't of this world. It crackled quietly with power, dark and heavy. Unfriendly.
It was around nine pm that the local police stations began to receive calls, things they assumed were pranks at first, but soon began rolling in so quickly and frequently that it seemed something more was afoot. The evening news spoke of mass hysteria, warning people to stay indoors. Conspiracy blogs were lit up with chatter of chemical warfare, and some 'airborne drug'. There were reports of people seeing everything from long dead loved ones, to killer clowns.
Though despite the nervous chattering of talking heads and twitter addicts, most people were paying the supposed danger no mind. Clubs and bars on every block were blasting music and throwing costume parties, people were out with friends, wandering the streets and looking for a fun time. It may have been Monday, but that didn't seem to be stopping many people from enjoying the holiday.
For the most part, everything seemed fine. ...The crowds and groups remained oblivious to the danger of the fog. ...It was only those who slipped off on their own, to have a quick smoke, to get some air or head home early. They were the ones in danger, they were the ones who's darkest fears seemed to emerge from the thick fog.
Around 10pm, reports started to come in regarding a body found in Whitechapel, cut open wide and left to bleed out. No prints at the scene, no signs that anyone else had even been there. The CCTV footage had somehow been rendered useless, glitched out and blurred. A trouble echoed by every other security camera on the street. It was enough to set twitter and the internet off all over again, with talk of how the things seen in the fog might, somehow, be real.
(Happy Halloween! The fog is bringing fears and spoops to life! You can make the creatures and fabrications of the fog as personal or general as you like. Whatever works best to spook your pup. If, for any reason, you don't want your pup to see any spooks, that's totally fine too. It's not a required plot. Unlike last year, this time around the creepy things your pup might see can harm them and do real damage. Though they will vanish in the morning. If your pup is sensitive to magic in any way, they might sense that this magic is distinctly fae. If you have questions about what you can or can't do, just ask in slack! Though really, the only limit here is your imagination. Remember to check with other players before doing anything that might seriously hurt their pup, ect, ect, and have fun!)
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Date: 2016-11-04 02:21 am (UTC)Danny was still in shock, but when Hex started moving faster, he finally looked away from Alex.
...No, not Alex. That wasn't his Alex. That was a walking nightmare. Danny felt like he might faint, and he sucked in a sharp breath as he did his best to keep up with Hex.
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Date: 2016-11-04 03:12 am (UTC)Hex got him to the end of the alley and rounded the corner, leaving Alex behind. But they didn't get ten steps when the horrid thing appeared before them out of the fog.
"Shit! Danny!" Hex cried out, jerking to an abrupt stop.
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Date: 2016-11-04 03:25 am (UTC)"It's fine. It's not real," Danny decided. "I took- I took a pill at the club, I know I'm- I wasn't going to anymore, but it's fine. It's not real, he's not real. You're not real, it's fine. ...I'll wake up in a moment, and it'll be fine."
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Date: 2016-11-04 05:26 am (UTC)Hex grabbed his shoulders and gave him a shake. It wasn't the time to scold him for using, though. Not now.
"It's real, Danny," he barked. "I don't know how or why, but he's there and this is bad."
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Date: 2016-11-04 01:54 pm (UTC)Danny shook his head, expression crumpling slightly.
"No," he said quietly, and it sounded more like a plea than an argument. No, because it couldn't be real. He didn't know what to do if this was real. "I just need to go home. I need to lay down..."
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Date: 2016-11-04 10:45 pm (UTC)Hex shook him again, but Alex moved forward at them. Hex's eyes went wide when there was a blue flash and he could see the man's skeleton and then he was gone.
"EX-TER-MI-NATE!" came from the fog, unseen.
That was when Hex truly began to panic.
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Date: 2016-11-04 11:04 pm (UTC)Danny just looked confused, unsteady on his feet as he leaned into Hex.
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Date: 2016-11-05 12:13 am (UTC)"Shit shit shit," he chanted, frozen in place. There was nowhere to run from a Dalek. No reasoning. No pleading for mercy. He heard it again, but couldn't see it.
"EX-TER-MI-NATE!"
He held onto Danny and then a burst of adrenaline hit him hard.
He slipped his hand into the other man's and simply said, "Run."
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Date: 2016-11-05 12:52 am (UTC)Danny was so confused, so high, and he just couldn't make sense of everything that was happening.
So When Hex yelled run, he ran. He couldn't even bring himself to question it.
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Date: 2016-11-05 01:11 am (UTC)He ran as if his life depended on it, waiting for a shot that didn't come. His feet pounced the pavement until he saw a shop door ajar, the lights inside off.
"In here," he panted, pulling Danny in and slamming and locking the door.
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Date: 2016-11-05 04:35 am (UTC)Baffled, Danny pulled away once they were inside, looking around and searching for a light.
"We shouldn't be in here. ...We'll get arrested. I don't want to be arrested again," he babbled, rubbing his face and hating himself just a bit more than usual for getting high.
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Date: 2016-11-05 07:56 am (UTC)"We're not going to get arrested, Danny," Hex said, dragging the man deeper inside the shop away from the windows. Only once in the back did he feel safe enough to pull Danny into his arms. "It's going to be alright. It'll be alright. We'll just hide."
Which was what the Doctor always wanted him to do...and now he understood why.
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Date: 2016-11-05 08:34 pm (UTC)Danny rested his head on Hex's shoulder, confused and struggling against the rush of confused emotions he felt.
"He wanted me to go with him. Maybe I should. Maybe that's what's best for us all."
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Date: 2016-11-05 09:05 pm (UTC)"No, Danny," Hex said softly, stroking his hand over the back of the man's hair, smoothing his hair to calm him. "No. Stay with me. Don't go anywhere."
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Date: 2016-11-05 09:50 pm (UTC)"No one I love is safe," Danny said softly. "You're all I have left."
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Date: 2016-11-05 09:55 pm (UTC)Hex's heart was still pounding, adrenaline still coursed through his blood. But he knew he needed to calm himself down. Danny needed him to have a level head.
"Maybe so. I'm here, Danny. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. Stay with me, yeah? Come here..."
He pulled him into a soft embrace and kissed his temple.
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Date: 2016-11-05 11:43 pm (UTC)"I just need to sober up," Danny said quietly, still not convinced this wasn't all a huge hallucination. "Then we can... We can go home. Yeah?"
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Date: 2016-11-06 02:43 am (UTC)"We can hide out in here for a bit til you feel right," Hex agreed. "Then we'll go home. We'll get in to safety and lock the doors."
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Date: 2016-11-06 03:01 am (UTC)Danny nodded, his hands shaking a little as he looked at Hex.
"How are you so calm?" he asked, voice barely more than a whisper.
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Date: 2016-11-06 03:06 am (UTC)"Because I need to be," he replied. "And because...because I've been afraid like this before."
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Date: 2016-11-06 03:44 am (UTC)"You've seen the dead come back to life?" Danny asked, looking lost.
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Date: 2016-11-06 03:52 am (UTC)He was quiet for a moment, then nodded.
"Once," he said. "In Scotland. "
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Date: 2016-11-06 04:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-11-06 04:08 am (UTC)"Now's not the time to talk about this, Danny," Hex said softly, sure that if Danny pressed for details he'd feel he needed to give him the truth...and that Danny would only solidify his opinion that Hex was mad in some way.
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Date: 2016-11-06 04:34 am (UTC)Danny nodded a little, exhaling with a shudder.
"Alright," he said softly.
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