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: 2016-11-06 04:37 am (UTC)"Just at the next lamp post," he said, drawing his gun now that they were out of the cafe. He was on edge, sure that what had appeared before would manifest again.
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Date: 2016-11-06 05:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-11-06 05:16 am (UTC)Q's fall shocked Bond and the agent stood over him, gun aimed into the fog. He could see nothing, hear nothing but Q's cry.
"What is it?" he demanded, eyes scanning the edges of what he could see.
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Date: 2016-11-06 05:18 am (UTC)Q trembled, his hand moving to his back. ...It wasn't real, it was in his head, it wasn't real.
His fingers moved over the bump beneath his skin though, and it felt very real.
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Date: 2016-11-06 05:20 am (UTC)Bond saw and reached to touch where Q's fingers were. He felt it, too.
"Did he put that bloody thing on you again?" he asked quietly.
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Date: 2016-11-06 05:21 am (UTC)"No, he- There's no incision. I wasn't with him long enough. ...It can't be there," Q said quietly.
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Date: 2016-11-06 05:23 am (UTC)"But I can feel it," Bond said. "As if it had never been taken out."
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Date: 2016-11-06 05:28 am (UTC)Q struggled to stand again, only to be hit by another shock.
"You have to take it out. You have to take it out, Bond," he begged.
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Date: 2016-11-06 05:40 am (UTC)One of Bond's greatest fears was being forced to hurt Q. This wasn't the scenario of his nightmares, but it was awful nonetheless. Emergency surgery, there on the spine, no anesthesia, not even a clean knife...
But it must be done and so he steeled himself. And he dug his blade out of his pocket.
"Hold still. This is going to hurt, I'm sorry..."
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Date: 2016-11-06 05:41 am (UTC)"Are you mad?" Q asked, drawing away. "Here, on the street?"
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Date: 2016-11-06 05:43 am (UTC)"It has to come out. Where would you rather? In the car?" he said, an edge to his tone giving away his own anxiety level.
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Date: 2016-11-06 05:46 am (UTC)"I was thinking my lab-"
Q started to say, only to be cut off by another shock.
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Date: 2016-11-06 05:49 am (UTC)"Can you honestly wait that long?" Bond asked, blade still at the ready.
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Date: 2016-11-06 05:07 pm (UTC)"I can wait long enough to not do this in the middle of the street. ...Where's the closest safe house?"
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Date: 2016-11-06 10:08 pm (UTC)"Not far," Bond said. "If you think you can make it..."
He tucked the knife away and reached to haul Q to his feet and help him to the car.
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Date: 2016-11-06 10:32 pm (UTC)Holding Bond's arm tight, Q got to his feet and made his way over to the car and climbed in.
He could make it a while longer. He was sure.
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Date: 2016-11-06 10:34 pm (UTC)Bond poured him into the passenger seat, then walked around and climbed in himself. As he pulled out, it was slow going. The headlights bounced back off the fog, making it impossible to even see the direction of the road, much less any other traffic. It was agonizing and all he wanted to do was race to the safe house.
"Hold on, Q," he said, quiet and calm even though his heart was pounding.
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Date: 2016-11-07 12:33 am (UTC)Q nodded, but didn't speak. Pain was shooting up his spine again, and he was fighting not to cry out as James drove.
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Date: 2016-11-08 08:17 am (UTC)Bond gritted his teeth and crept on through the fog. He could have driven faster, there were very few cars, but the last thing he needed was a smash up while Q was in this condition.
After an agonizingly long drive he found the safehouse and parked, half up on the curb. Bond killed the engine.
"We're here. Let's get inside and see what we can do about all that," he said, quite calmly, in fact.
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Date: 2016-11-08 07:12 pm (UTC)He nodded as he started to get out of the car, hands trembling, body tense.
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Date: 2016-11-08 07:32 pm (UTC)Bond moved to him and put an arm around him to help him walk.
"Just a little more," he said, urging Q into the building after punching in the code at the entrance.
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Date: 2016-11-08 08:08 pm (UTC)"Do you think we'll be alright here?" he asked.
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Date: 2016-11-08 08:39 pm (UTC)"Once we're inside and locked in we'll be safe as houses," Bond assured him. The door clicked open and Bond got Q inside, then locked the door tight. It clicked, then there was a solid thud sound as the dead lock sealed them inside.
"Take off your shirt," he said. "I'll go in the loo and get the medical kit."
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Date: 2016-11-08 09:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-11-08 09:09 pm (UTC)Bond found him, med kit in hand. It wasn't simple first aid, there was enough it it to do minor surgery- mostly patching up bullet wounds. Inside Bond found a sterile scalpel and needles and sutures, as well as antiseptic.
"I'll be quick," he promised. "I only have local anesthetic."
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