August 20 2007
Bestiary
Submitted by _athanasia_ on Sun, 02/03/2008 - 11:16.
I arrived as planned! But I also discovered huge creatures. They look awfully like eels but they are bright green and have larger frills. Holy crap, they speak English. Also, they seem to eat each other and nothing else.
The creatures call themselves "demons". The individual I met was about 10 meters long. His name is David. He's okay. He seems to know my people. If he doesn't get eaten in an early future (I can't believe there are other demons larger than him), it's very likely I see him again.
Seventh entry: And the night's not half-over yet....
Submitted by the_grey_man on Wed, 01/30/2008 - 05:44.
music: Rise Against, Broken English
11:32PM, Monday, August 20, 2007
I forgot to write earlier. Oops? I didn't really have much to say, I guess, and I was tired. It's probably amazing I've kept myself so regular the past week, or however long it's been.
Where to now?
Submitted by uneven_trade on Fri, 01/11/2008 - 16:22.
Who: Daniel and Olivia
When: Mid-afternoon
Where: Mya's Diner, eventually
Daniel McAllister arrived in Marquette at mid-afternoon, a week after he'd first determined that he needed to go there. He'd spent the time gathering things he might need before starting on the journey, which had been a drive because he hated relying on rentals. Hunting could be difficult enough without having to drive a vehicle he wasn't familiar with, and he had a feeling that he would need as few distractions as possible in Marquette.
The town looked ordinary enough as he drove through it, though he hadn't really expected to see anything that was blatantly unusual. Towns suffering from supernatural problems didn't generally have any convenient tell-tale clues like "Help! This place is weird" written across the sky in fire, and even though Marquette was a hotspot - maybe because it was a hotspot - there was no reason to expect anything different here. He made a few passes through town anyway, just in case, before making his way to the hotel he had booked a room in, Beacon House Hotel. He went to the room and brought a few things in, but he would have to wait until dark to take some of the more interesting items inside, so it didn't take long.
Daniel was hungry after his long journey, and he'd spotted a diner during one of his rounds through Marquette that he'd liked the looks of, with an angel on the sign. In a place like this, it could very well be owned and run by a real angel, and where better or more auspicious a place to have his first meal? He was encouraged by the idea of there being an angel in this town; it meant that, perhaps, the evil here was at least partly balanced by good, and no one could appreciate such a rarity better than a hunter. He parked and went inside, taking a seat at the counter where he could discreetly watch the customers while he ate.
More Emails about Cats
Submitted by buttahfly on Thu, 01/10/2008 - 16:19.
To: Buttahfly
From: Corwin
Time: 10:28PM Monday, August 20
Subject: About the cats and demons
Hello, Buttahfly. I promised I'd email if I had more information on the cats that might not be cats.
I spoke with an animal telepath today who actually touched the mind of one of the cats. She could do it, so there has to be an animal in there somewhere, but it actually took control of her link with it and it hurt her through it, enough for it to linger in her mind even this long. She swears up and down that it was *not* a cat, and it was thoroughly evil. We came up with the idea of it possibly being a crossbreed of some sort with a demon. Is that sort of thing even possible?
Also... I'm really sorry to bother you about this, but I don't know who else to ask. Do you know a lot about demons? Or, well, anything about them? I don't know much of anything, at all, but I think I might need to soon.
-Corwin
Lunch of Weridness and Doom
Submitted by echoinglullaby on Thu, 01/10/2008 - 15:43.
who: lullaby, charlotte, dean, isaac, kaysen, herbert
where: mshs side lawn
when: around noon
Lullaby had texted the two she was asking...Isaac and Dean, both with a Can you meet me on the side lawn at lunch? Got a favor to ask. <3 - L She was nervous about it, considering she didn't know if either of them would come, and of course, there was a whole lot of weirdness going on, and she was trying to help a situation she a) couldn't help with herself, and b) didn't even know how it felt to those experiencing it since she wasn't. It was a crap situation if she'd ever heard of one. Antsy, she found herself sort of pacing around back and forth a bit as she waited for people to show up--if they were gonna show up.
TIME UPDATE
Submitted by praelitismods on Wed, 01/09/2008 - 00:24.
Weather: Nice hot day, though not unbearably so. There's a breeze coming in off the lake which cools everything down, and by evening it's very pleasant outside.
Events: It's the first day of school! Welcome back, Marquette Senior High Schoolers!
As for the psychics, the dreams continue, of course. The dream is largely the same, with only a stronger seeming pull towards the mouth of the shaft.
The Dream: Tonight the dream is back to its original start, the edge of town. Sweeping down the road and up the dirt track, the scene flows like a river, carrying the dreamer with it – up the track, across the rough ground, under the fence. At the second fence, the dream pauses as if the lack of a viable way through had stopped it, but only for a moment as the river of the dream melts through the wire fence and flows on towards the open ground. But unlike previous nights, the dream does not fail here and for the first time, the dreamer can see what is there.
A rockfall blocks the entrance to the mine – or what looks like it is the entrance to a mine to those who know what a mine looks like anyhow. To those who don’t, it would merely be a blocked entrance. A rectangle cut into the rock, secured by wooden posts and darkness swallows up any light that might have reached within. Years have passed since this was last opened, moss and weeds growing on and around the rocks, all is still. Years have passed since this was last opened, moss and weeds growing on and around the rocks, all is still.
Yet there is something else, almost indefinable, something swelling around the area, seemingly emanating from behind the rockfall. What it is is shifting – occasionally almost a cry for help, sometimes sobbing, sometimes something not human at all – the dreamer will not be able to fix on one particular aspect. The only thing that becomes clear is that there is something there, and it’s not something to be afraid of – it feels like something that needs help.
All characters who experience the dream will wake with a feeling that they need to go somewhere. They won't be able to pinpoint it on the map, but if they follow the feeling, it will lead them along the same road as the dream, out of Marquette along the I41, leaving the road this side of Negaunee and leading them up into the middle of nowhere (about 7 miles from Marquette) until they reach the same fencing etc. If they get over or through the first fence, there's a second fence about 1/4 mile further on and if they get through that there's the wide open expanse of ground. The feeling will die when they get to the shaft, and they'll be left with no 'feeling' about what to do next. Great - dream feelings to come to the middle of bloody nowhere...
If you have any events or anything going on which you think warrants a mention in the time update, please let us know!
Beach Talk
Submitted by oceansdaughter on Tue, 01/08/2008 - 15:21.
Who: Anton + Melia
Where: by the lake
When: very early morning
It was early—too early, in his book—but Anton couldn’t sleep anymore. He was pretty certain he didn’t want to sleep anymore, even with this cold business still lingering about. Sure, it was that sort of hour where there was nothing else to do but go back to bed, but that required him trying to get comfortable on a bed that simply would not have him. He had no interest in reading; the words just got lost in his mental fog, anyway. Even tea was unappealing to him, and that was officially the worst feeling in the world.
Miserable as he felt, Anton had grabbed a jacket and wandered out for a walk anyway, determined to clear up his head. His mind was still getting poor reception from reality, his thoughts disjointed and fuzzy from restless sleep and those horrible dreams… which might’ve explained why it took several wrong turns and a loop around the block before he was finally steering toward the lake. And why he stopped so many times to nervously investigate bushes rustling in the wind. Somewhere between the cloudy thoughts, he was halfway convinced he was still asleep. No sane part of him would ever deny tea, afterall. Or hear sourceless noises, either.
