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SO BELOW - EVENT LOG

SO BELOW

With a slightly bump that can be felt throughout the ship, progress levels out. The skies above are threatening rain, but there aren't any drops falling from the sky... Yet.

Not that you'd know it, looking out the windows. A foreign ocean stands outside, on the other side of the glass - the ghost of an ocean, long gone from the truth of this world.

Just like so many other things, which have become visible to those who are willing to pay attention.

This is the event log for SO BELOW. Information for the first part of the Event (days 15 and 16) can be found here, along with sign-up options for the second part of the event.

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(1) DONUTS

There's donuts? So, obviously, you find Mario at the breakfast bar, with two donuts on his plate, while he's busy taking a bite out of a third.

"It's been so long since I've'a had a donut!! Hoohoo, funny treat for-a Mario!!"

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(2) NICE TO HAT YOU

Mario is somewhat startled by the woman on the top deck, in part because surely if she's comfortable enough to be lounging around, then she must've been here a while! And he didn't even notice her?! Mario knows he's been paying back some sleep debt, but he hasn't fallen that far behind on the going-ons of the ship, has he...? Maybe they should put up a sign in the Cafeteria, where they can all write their names on it, so they can keep track of who is and isn't new...

He's having that thought when he properly notices 1) her hat is fluttering in the wind, but it isn't windy, and 2) she's... there isn't a chair under her, even though she's sitting like there is one. This, uh. Oh. Hmm.

Of course staring at her makes her call out to him, and so Mario spends the next several minutes making polite conversation, and learning more about, uh. Well. A ghost, he figures, not long into it. It makes sense - there were ghosts the first night they arrived, weren't there? It's only a shame she doesn't seem to realize she's a ghost...

"Oh! Ma'am! Your hat--" But it blows away from the both of them, and - Mario doesn't even think, he just bounds up and after it. Only. Only. His fingers pass right through it. And then the woman passes right through him, and vanishes from sight.

Shuddering, Mario starts his way back down the stairs and away from the top deck, grumbling to himself the whole time. That's enough of that! No more ghosts for him today, thank you! Who would've thought - walked right through! And another thing--

"--Oof!"

He runs right into his fellow passenger, having not been watching where he was going.

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(3) HONK SHOO MIMIMIMIMI

Having watched the mother and child ghosts go through the lounge at least 3 times now, Mario settles in for a longer stakeout, curious to see if they do anything else, or if it really is just the same thing on repeat. Unfortunately for him, stakeouts are really boring work, and the donut he saved from earlier only gives him energy to go for so long, so he maybe only watches two more loops before he dozes off, right where he's sitting.

He doesn't seem to be in danger of falling over, but maybe you should wake him up, anyway...? His neck can't be comfortable...

Aventurine had been ~~anxiously pacing~~ exploring the ship, curious about the new appearances here and there. New arrivals on the ship? But they looked...different. Comfortable. And unaware of the water rising over the windows ~~flooding flooding drowning them all~~-

He takes a deep breath. Exhales.

It's fine. The ship is sentient. If there's a problem, he's pretty sure there would be an alarm or something. It's fine. They'll be fine.

He does notice a familiar red hatted figure slouched on the floor, near the men's restroom. Some of his nerves smooth out at the sight, and he smiles. This one he knows...

"Is there a line or someth- ah." Aventurine trails off when he finds that Mario's eyes are closed, and his head is bobbing with deep breaths accompanied by snores he'd only really heard in like...cartoons. Here he was trying not to worry about the water over the windows, and Mario is just sound asleep. His smile becomes more fond at the sight.

He should wake the guy, though. He sympathizes on lack of sleep, but he also knows that position can be hell on the neck. Also the kids just standing in the doorway are...strange. Maybe Mario would know more.

Should he tap Mario's shoulder? ...Aventurine himself doesn't take well to being touched when unconscious, and he doesn't know how Mario would react... Hm. Well. He eases himself to the ground next to the smaller man.

"Heyyyy, Mario. You alright there, friend? There are better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know," he says, playful, not too loud but aiming for attention nonetheless. The goal is not to startle him, after all.

For most of the halovian's life, he'd had a sweet tooth. As he'd aged, withdrawn, become somewhat of a recluse, he'd begun to refuse base wordly desires, like sweets. His sights always set on a further horizon, a dream he chased, for his sister's sake. Though... when his sister sent him some treats, from beyond the stars they'd grown up within, Sunday would be hard pressed to turn down the offer. She'd sent them with love, after all.

Here, where he was without both sister and Dreamscape, with the Ship descending slowly into what may well become complete darkness (He was not wholly unfamiliar with the sea floor, at some level. Much of the Reverie within the Dream had sealife comprised of memoria.), he deigns to allow himself a small indulgence.

Sunday's eyes are on the danishes and donuts, as he takes a plate, and stands next to a fellow dressed in red and blue. He takes a danish, as his mind reeled through possible reasons as to why he looked slightly familiar. A handyman, perhaps? He reminded Sunday almost, just almost, of the Clockie cartoon characters. With that thought in mind, a little smile tugs at the halovian's lips. He looks down at the other man, politely waiting for him to finish.

"Are they any good? I am still not quite confident that the food is..." Food? Safe? Sunday is unsure. "Edible."

He's eaten meals before, here, but the nagging feeling that something could be. Off. Poisoned. Otherwise wrong, consumed many of his thoughts as he ate.

"Pardon my manners. How rude of me. My name is Sunday. I don't believe we've met."

While the Other's Rest

Restless, a wraith stalks the residential corridors of the boat. Black fabric fluttering around her ankles as she slips through the gloom of the night, crossing through the patches of light given by the stars above in a flash of shadow. Occasionally, she pauses by a door, head tilted inquisitively before she moves on, vanishing back into the night. Just one more shadow.

With a snort, Aurelia cuts her internal narration short and begins another circuit between the residential halls. She understands now why her ancestors slept during the day even if the sun does not burn them like it does so many of her kin. Sleeping minds are so free with their feelings, it's all but impossible not to feel the siren call of hunger when surrounded by them, to not breathe in stray thoughts and flashes of fantasy and feel her blood thrum with a moment of power before fading away. So she paces, stopping occasionally to observe the aura's of those residents of the boat who dream from the other side of their door. A touch intrusive, but she hardly knows what else to do with her time.

Every time she does her circuit though, she risks being caught by another insomniac slipping out their door, or seeing too much for respectful privacy. With the boat's transition into the depths fast approaching, someone will surely soon bump into her.

Draped in all her mysteries This haunting has effected Aurelia in a way that makes her finally feel right at home. Namely, obsessively studying a mystery without sleep or rest. The moment she noticed that the ship was haunted she begin a methodical study of the the patterns of the ghosts. Taking copious notes (and using her spellbook for it, which pains her but she can fix it when she finds some more paper) on everything they say and do in her field of view. Wandering in circles for hours a time and muttering under her breath litanies and incantations.

She's not going to miss the chance to observe a new phenomenon in her specialist field after all.

Should anyone approach her in this, they will quickly be roped into her studies, being pressured into holding this or saying that or taking notes while she approaches and interacts with a spirit. Or, being dragged into a conversation of theories for the scholarly inclined.

She's burning out a little, but she's never been one to care. Even as the night stretches on and they next day begins, and the following night, no sign of abandoning her vigil as she follows the researchers down into the lower decks. Paying close attention to the names of the plants and seedlings the researcher's catalog.

Edited (Missed a letter, added a second prompt) 2024-06-13 23:33 (UTC)

Casper is attuned to the scent of death, and he follows it out into the corridors and through the residential halls. He's quiet as he follows her, his raven riding on his shoulder as he keeps himself silent as the grave he crawled out of. He's not exactly trying to sneak up on her, but he's not announcing his presence, either.

When she finally stops he approaches her, fear trickling off of him - but not directed at her. It's definitely directed at something else, but as to what it's not entirely clear. What is clear is that he's in need of a distraction. "... Can't sleep?"

((I imagine this is like...2 days after Aurelia fed on Aven's emotions. I'm bad with timelines.))

The reprieve from nightmares had been short but welcomed nonetheless. The effects of Nihility and, well, everything couldn't be suppressed for long, though, it seemed.

Aventurine rolls over, getting tangled up in the covers. Images flash through his mind's eye, dim and half formed but no less distressing for it. Papa, Mama, big sis, all drowning in blood red sand, agonizingly slow and yet still not enough time for him to reach them, their fingers slipping through his own. He wants to weep for them but he can't, and that scares him even more. Why doesn't he feel grief for them?

Why can't he feel...anything??? He looks down and-

His hands, blood slick, shackled, and see through, fading, fading, right before his eyes. He opens his mouth to scream, but nothing happens. He can't make a sound. He sinks into the sand with them, except now it's black waters, no light. He stares hollowly where his family used to be, and he can't...move. He should move. He should get up and fight-and yet the nothingness grows, dulling his senses, washing over him under the watch of hungry, blood red eyes--

Aventurine wakes with a yelp, shooting up in bed, clawing at the sand drowning him restricting him drowning drowning help somebody help-

He slows, breathing hard. There is no sand. It's only the sheets, tangled around his waist and immobilizing his legs. He lets out a shaky, self deprecating laugh. Just a nightmare...he goes to scrub tears from his face, feeling...relief that it's there, that he was...he did grieve, even if not in the dream itself. His emotions were healing, slowly, painfully like a numb limb sometimes, but it's getting better.

But with this, he knows he can't go back to sleep. So he presses the heels of his hands in his eye sockets, waking up a little more. He takes a deep breath, disentangling himself from the bed, and setting socked feet on the chilled floor. He looks up and-

"What the..." he mutters, scrubbing at his eyes again as he squints at the balcony window.

All he can see is dark water, submerging the glass, submerging him. He blinks again, working to keep his breathing steady. This could be...like Penacony, like memoria. It did have an ethereal quality. But it's...unnerving. Beautifully so, but...He shakes his head, looking away.

He smooths his hair out absently (there are no mirrors to check himself in. His eyes are probably still a little puffy), donning his coat and shoes before he steps out into the hallway. It's very still out here, quiet...and yet a shadow moves-

Red eyes, starving-

While his breath catches, he recovers his composure quickly. "Evening, Lady Aurelia. If you're here for a midnight snack, I must remind you I'm off the menu for the time being," he teases, stifling a yawn. "Doctor's orders. Or are you here for something else? Like the water over the windows?" He pauses, now curious. "...do your kind even sleep?"

Nighttime Crisis (CW: panic attacks, dissociation, ptsd, possible discussion of SA if pushed)

Casper's not sleeping well - there's something that's keeping him up. He's not sure what it is, but he doesn't like it. He starts wandering around for lack of anything better to do, eventually crashing in a couch in the lounge. He's semi-dozing when Bob caws, jerking awake at the raven's insistence.

Because while he knows Casper needs rest it's better that his companion see this sooner rather than later - the water rising above the glass of the lounge, the sight of slowly darkening water... he knows where this is going. Casper blinks in disbelief of what he's seeing, but it's - it's -

It hasn't been as if he's never been underwater before. But the last time he was underwater was -

(flashes of coral and stone, of monstrous claws and fear)

- he has to get away. He has to - but the sight's paralyzed him so much that he simply stands there and stares at the darkening water, trembling. He's there long enough for the shaking to actually start hurting, but past that he has no idea of the passage of time.

Ghost Hunting

Once he's pulled from his shock Casper starts to notice the ghosts around. He tries talking to a few, but it quickly becomes clear that they can't hear him. He manages to channel some of his power into his hands to grab at the shoulder of one of them - the barefoot young man - but it becomes just as clear that he seems to 'reset' like a video game encountering an error.

So Casper doesn't do much other than continue to follow ghosts around, a little weirded out by the fact that Bob seems hesitant to approach them. He tries coaxing his 'little brother' down onto his shoulder, but the bird isn't having any of it - so Casper continues on his way.

Maybe he should write this down. Is anyone writing it down? ... Does anyone care about the ghosts other than him?

Going Down (CW: possible violence, panic)

The elevators aren't a big deal at this point. They're pretty mundane, possibly even to the more fantasy-oriented people on the boat. So Casper doesn't think of it as a big deal when he heads onto the elevator.

He looks over at Bob who's fluttered onto the ground in front of the elevator and sighs, putting a leg in front of the doors to prevent it from closing. They keep having this argument, and he's not sure why.

"I told you, it's fine. And if it's not fine we'll be fine. - Don't give me that look, I know that look!" He can't be too far from Bob for too long and they both know it so it's not like the bird can fly down the stairs while he takes the elevator. "Please, Bob, come on - I just -"

This is going to continue for a while so if you want to use the elevator you might have to help convince a bird.

Red eyes take in Aventurine in a single pass, reading his aura with a practiced ease. By this point she's accepted the fact that Aventurine will never speak a plain truth when he could build a complicated web out of his words and chew the scenery instead, And yet, that intense and fading green. She sighs, turning away to stare out the windows as she continues her slow circuit. "Nightmares again, agvin" she toys with the pronunciation,emphasizing the difference between Aventurine's first tongue and the language the boat gifted them all, honey... what an odd name for a People but it's certainly fitting for him.

It's a blunt observation, but it goes into her mental file for the young man she's come to regard as a friend, despite his best efforts to make something transactional of their interactions. "Do you want to talk about them?" she offers with a dry gentleness, drifting towards the lounge for a better view of the strange phenomenon outside. To most, she would appear to be disinterested, but Aurelia hopes that Aventurine knows she's instead trying to be comforting and give him space to maneuver in. A small accommodation of patience, an easy thing to give for her.

Edited (Wrong formatting, forgot some words) 2024-06-16 18:23 (UTC)

Aurelia doesn't turn to look at him, her eyes locked on the doors around her, and yet she responds without any hesitation or surprise. Her sense of death, honed over decades of study, may struggle with the changes to the atmosphere but Casper can be felt from multiple hallways away. "Why would I, when the night is so busy". She spares a glance over her shoulder, peering past the haze of gold hanging off his shoulders to observe the flowing green underneath.

For a supposedly safe place, the passengers of the boat have so much to fear. It's a mystery to add to the pile, what do all the passengers have in common that might have dragged them here.

"What are you running from?" She asks bluntly, seeing no need to dance away from the topic on his mind.

He shakes his head and sighs. A nocturnal person then. He's not unaccustomed to them having worked such late hours before. "I suppose that makes sense. Though there's something different about you." Neither human nor ghost, but something else. It takes him back to when he was in Montreal... but somehow a different feeling. He's not sure.

The question gets a confused noise. Running from? ... "There's nowhere to run to. So I don't know that I'd be running from anything. ... I'd prefer to not be underwater, though." It's not... it's not a good place for him to be for multiple reasons.

She draws up short, spinning around to stare into his face, surprise and ... (she can't identify the emotion welling up in her. A pale pale yellow, almost gold but it's not, the red in her can't quite seem to get a grip on it) on her face for a long moment before it fades into something hollow. She straightens up, turning away again and waving a hand to follow her, drifting towards the cafeteria

She can't handle herself around all these sleeping minds, it would be too easy. She heads towards the cafeteria even as she follows up on the statement with clipped urgency. "Different How?"

No one else has recognized her kind, but this ... clearly a dead man walking, does. Perhaps she can fill in some blanks, if he recognizes her... wherever he's from may be closer to home.

He doesn't flinch as she turns around and stares - it's not a surprise. He can see her body move before most anyone else would, so it's not like he's startled. The emotion... he can't identify it. But he does follow her, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Well, you smell like death for a start. Not as fully as a ghost or a zombie, but you do." Hopefully she won't take it as an insult - he doesn't mean it as one. He just means it literally. Bob swoops down and lands on his outstretched arm, the raven peering at Aurelia as well. He can't smell death the same way Casper can, but he's also curious.

She’s of a mind to do some exploring today, in no small part to distract herself from the strange view out the windows, so she’s pleased when she sees Casper head for the elevator. Much though she’d like to explore alone, she knows from their previous expedition and the events of the last few days that it’s better to stay with someone when traveling further away from the cleared areas.
Her steps slow as she approaches the elevator. Casper has his foot in the door, keeping it open while he has what seems to be a heated argument with Bob the raven. I wonder what that’s about, she has time to think before she hears Casper clearly.
“Is something wrong?” she asks, both to Casper and the bird. Not that he has shown any inclination to speak to her, but it feels polite.

The bird does indeed turn to her and caw in a slight panic. Casper frowns - he's just yelling, he's not really saying anything intelligible.

"He doesn't want to get on the elevator. But we've gotten on the elevator plenty of times before and it's been fine. It's not like - it's not like the decks are underwater, not really underwater." He has to tell himself that or he's going to believe that they are. "Maybe if you can get on it'll convince him? If you were heading onto the elevator anyway, I mean."

Aventurine is keeping very busy during the ship's descent into...whatever this was. Ghost ocean? There sure are alot of ghosts appearing. He thought you weren't supposed to see those.

But they're all on a loop of some sort, and hard to hold conversations with. It's...bizzare, very unsettling.

But worst of all is the gathering rainclouds he can see through the bubble on the top deck. It looks like a big storm is on the rise, which makes his stomach flip in what he cannot even deny is anxiety. He...he needs to find everyone he knows. Make sure they're prepared. ~~Make sure they don't get washed away and drown when he isn't looking--~~

That's why he's heading to Ratio's clinic first. Two...friends are there. Argenti should be recovering from his own illness and visitors should be allowed now. Probably. It'd be good to check. Plus it always passed the time nicely to bother the Doctor--

The ship lurches suddenly, hitting some sort of bump in its way over the strange sea floor. The sudden jolt sends him sprawling to the floor with a yelp.
"The hell? I thought we were past this..." he hisses, working back to his feet, feeling for an outcropping in the walls to boost him back up-

Which aren't there. The walls are gone. He blinks.

A vast wasteland stretches out before him. The same wasteland that reminded him so much of home, and yet not, that's been outside the ship's bubble all this time- (Bubble? What bubble...)

They'd crashed. He can smell smoke, the ship a wreck beside him. They'd crashed. The grit of sand and dirt is a sensation that almost burns as he takes this all in, confused, dazed.

He...where is everyone? He was just going to see someone important, right? He opens his mouth, hands shaking. "Hello? Is anyone still alive in there?" He fights the need to cough. It's dry out here, and his throat is hoarse.
The ship is destroyed, scraps of metal and wiring everywhere. He sees no movement in response. His heart speeds up as he stumbles to his feet.

"R...Ratio? Argenti?" ...who those names were tied to are quickly fading under the roaring in his ears, under whatever is happening right now. He just-he knows he needs to find them. (who? where? someone. anyone-) He can't- he can't be the last one alive--

He can't be alone out here--

He pulls at a metal pane and shoves it aside, his muscles screaming. The crash hurt, hadn't it? He's-he can't keep this up long, he needs to find them, he's going to die here--

"Mama? Papa?? ...." His sister. She'd been with him when everything came crashing down, when the rain and the ~~Katicans with the knives and the sneers~~ storms tossed the ship about, she told him to run to safety, she had to be safe-

What was her name? He...he can't...remember...

"Sis..." His throat tightens as he digs through the rubble with renewed fervor, his fingers starting to bleed. It hurts it hurts-it doesn't matter, he has to find her, someone, anyone at all, before he forgets more, how could he forget?? How could he be left alone like this?? He can't be too late--

((For anyone on the outside of this, you will see a very distressed Aventurine, calling for people with increasing desperation as he overturns furniture in the halls, and after a moment or two of that, starts digging through a thicket of vines with such fervor it bloodies his fingers. He doesn't seem like he's going to stop soon.))

“I intended to, yes,” she says, giving the bird a look. It looks back at her in a way that feels deeply unimpressed. “I thought to explore the lower decks and see if I could find any more clues about what happened here.”
Awkwardly, she pushes the door of the elevator open a bit further and steps in beside Casper. “It’s all right, Bob, the water”-if that’s what it really was-“can’t get in. You know you’re worrying him.”
It feels strange, scolding a raven, but the bird has done the same to her. Or maybe its face just looks like that.

Bob practically shrieks at her and flies in, and Casper's entire body language changes the instant she steps onto the elevator. His eyes widen and his shoulders slacken before he tries to rush at Alisaie and push her out of the elevator.

"Get out! Get out, this thing is going somewhere terrible!" It's Casper's voice but even though it's panicked there's a flat affect to it. The doors are starting to close and he tries to shove her out - and if she doesn't dodge him she'll find out that his strength is a lot more than it looks, even more than she'd seen before.

That's one of the passengers, he'd seen the guy in passing, but -

... Something's very wrong here. Something - hadn't he heard of passengers doing this before he showed up? What had snapped them out of it? He... has no idea. The best he can do is what he's doing, which is going over to the other man and kneeling next to him. He reaches a hand out and directs healing aether through it, trying to heal the other's fingers.

"Hey. Stop. You're going to hurt yourself and you're not going to find anyone like that."

Wriothesley found the first couple of days that the ship was descending under the water almost... comforting. Although the sea they were walking into didn't look nearly as warm and welcoming and alive as the waters around Meropide, the way the light filtered through the water was just like the light through the rare windows, and the different atmosphere was no stranger either. He continues his normal routine of hanging out in the cafeteria or lounge area outside their rooms, getting to know the other involuntary passengers and trying to push past the plants to find out more about the ship.

Once the ship levels out, a sense of - not quite anxiety, he's not sure what it is - drives Wriothesley to the windows, looking out of them, eyes scanning over anything visible beyond the submerged glass. He pulls himself away from them time and time again, but he always finds himself returning. Even at night, it's hard to sleep - he has to keep an eye out. For what? He's not sure. But he needs to check.

It gets to the point that he sometimes even has to break off a conversation just to go take a quick look. Just in case.

((Wriothesley will be by the windows on pretty much... every commonly used deck, if you want to catch him by one, or be chatting with him when he breaks off to look.

Additionally if you want to assume Wriothesley's met your character/had interactions in the first couple of days he's been on normal boat, go right ahead! He is friendly and sociable and doing his best to get along and make connections. Facts about him people probably know by now: his name, that he's from Fontaine like Furina and Neuvillette, and he works in government administration. He also really, really likes tea and is fond of boxing. If you want to know anything else feel free to hit me up on the disco!!

Oh, also, threads may contain possible violence depending on how triggering the possession goes.))

Edited 2024-06-16 23:15 (UTC)

As he claws through the rubble, something...changes. His hands, which have only hurt so much that he'd tuned them out start to tingle now, and there's...it's like water is being poured over them, cool and clean and soothing.

He gasps, holding his hands up to inspect them, eyes wide ((and very glassy, to Fridtjof)). His hands are dry, with leftover blood smeared on them. No water. That's good. He shouldn't waste water out here...~~waste water in the desert and you die--~~

He hears...! He hears someone! He can hear a voice over the pounding in his ears. He lets out a near hysterical, elated laugh. He's not alone! He needs to get to them- if he's fast enough maybe he can help-- "Hang on, I'm coming!" And with that he starts digging through plants more towards where he'd heard that voice ((he'd turned in Fridtjof's direction, but... It's pretty clear he's not seeing you)). "It'll be okay, promise..."

"Oh!!!" Mario does not wipe the crumbs off of his mustache. Sorry, he's not a super gross eater, but his base-line is definitely a Little gross. "Yeah, they're great! I'm Mario - it's-a nice to see new faces around here."

He does put the donut down on his plate so he can offer a hand to shake. His grin is wide and welcoming. Whether Sunday decides to shake or not, Mario won't be bothered.

"I hope you're adjusting, uh, okay!" Mario realizes what Sunday has asked about the food, which means maybe he isn't. "The food is-a definitely edible, I promise! I've-a been eating it for weeks, now, and I'm just fine." Another winning grin. "We had all types running tests to make sure it wasn't poisoned or enchanted or what have you when we-a first got here, and none of them found anything. If you ask me, Ship has been-a really careful in making sure food would be safe to eat for passengers who could eat it. It doesn't want to hurt us."

Okay. Okay, you know what? He just reaches forward and attempts to grab the man's wrists. He's not in his armor so it's warm skin rather than gauntlets that would be touching him, and he tries to force the other to stop digging.

"I'm right here. I'm not under there. Something's wrong with you. You need help, and I don't know if I'm the one who can help with it." He's seen strange things, but this is... particularly weird. He knows that someone's gaze shouldn't look like that, but there's no visible damage so it's probably not a head wound.

What could it be?

Aventurine is also one who's having trouble sleeping, but that's unfortunately normal these days.

What isn't normal is walking through the halls to find something distracting only to find...a young man just, standing there.

"Can't sleep either?" he asks, giving a wry smile. But...the guy's just standing there, staring at the window, which has that strange, memoria-like water outside, ~~flooding~~ coating the outside world...

Upon closer inspection of the person, he sees he's shaking like a leaf. Oh...that's not. Great. Must be dragging up even worse memories than Aventurine's to cause a reaction like that.

"Hey," he says, letting himself sound a little more serious, going to stand in front of the man. He won't touch him; it could freak him out more. So he stands where the guy would have to look at Aventurine to converse, and away from the window. "You alright? I'm on my way to ask someone what's going on; wanna come?"

He hears someone coming, hears someone talking to him, but he's not... fully there. It isn't until the raven comes and lands on Casper's shoulder, digging in his talons, that he jerks from his reverie. Someone - someone's here and he - oh. He turns slowly, still aware of the water rising over the lounge and the worsening dread in his stomach.

"I... uh. Huh?" Bob squawks and the boy blinks, trying to focus. "... I - who would even have any idea? We're underwater and... and it would - we need to -" Breathe. He needs to breathe first. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment -

(claws and red flesh and the feeling of hanging upside-down)

before they snap open again. He intakes sharply and tries to smile. He doesn't... quite get there.

"Sorry. I uh... can't really swim. So not... comfortable with being underwater." Which isn't a lie, but it's obviously not the whole truth.

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SO BELOW - EVENT LOG

HAUNTING NPC THREADS

Super Mario (Super Mario)

HONK SHOO!!! Gentle wakeup attempt....

donuts!

Aurelia Sharr - The Night

While the Others Rest

While the others rest (Sorry he yapped so much)

Casper LeBlanc Jr. | Tabletop OC

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Going Down

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Hello? Hello? Anybody out there? (Possessed Posting) (tw. for accidental self harm)

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Wriothesley | Genshin Impact | Possession

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IF possession ends up happening in this thread i don't mind. just so you know. 👍

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let's gooo insomnia and water related trauma

hell yeah hell yeah