Dunwich: A Creepypasta Panfandom Game

No idea what any of that was about, but glad I'm back to normal in time for tonight's meeting. Feel free to show up no matter what state your in.


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Did you figure it out somehow?

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[Filtered against Marvels and under 18s.]

As a hypothetical:

Let's say you learn that there is going to be an event in your future, and that you are the cause of a large amount of destruction and death.

How do you come to terms with it, or keep it from happening? Or is that possible, in this situation?

OOC ETA: [TW for possible spoilers of various fandoms and discussions of death, apocalyptic events, etc]

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Hey, do we have any sorta program for the teenagers here? Like. Guardianships and extra help for them?

One of ours got signed up for school and didn't know about it until this weekend before she started yesterday and she didn't know what to expect or what was needed. I got her sorted out with supplies and clothes, and set up a grocery delivery to her apartment, but what about the others? Not everyone's grown up fending for themselves and knows how to do all that kinda stuff.

And will the schools ask for guardian numbers or something? I told her she could put down mine, but let her put whoever she felt comfortable with.

I stopped by the hospital yesterday for a follow up appointment and someone handed me a uniform and told me I was late for my shift.

Guess I have a job now.

He's back with his family.

That's a good chunk of my suppo

That was the largest group to disappear.

MARVELS (ALL):

Did anyone see what happened?

I’ve decided I’m moving out of the Pickman house at the end of the week. If anyone could give me a hand relocating my belongings to my new apartment over the weekend, I would greatly appreciate it.

[Filter to the 100 crew]

Clarke. I was invited to the group discussion tonight. Come with?

Murphy, you too. You say you are good at talking sometimes, right?

Earlier this week, you all received a message that Melina Vostokoff's account was deleted. After searching for her, checking the network that Carol created, and some magical spells, it appear Melina is no longer here. We can only assume that she disappeared the way we all arrive. Until we see that happen with someone, we only have that assumption.

WANDA MAXIMOFF:

You got any plans tonight? I was thinking a girl's night. Some cocktails, some TV, maybe some face masks and doing each other nails. Ordinarily, I'd pay for a spa to do all of that, but sometimes you just wanna have a night in.

You game?

I've put in an offer on a building. By the end of the week, I'll be working on getting this place set up as a local community center for us all who came by way of the mist. I was thinking of calling it Massachusetts Institute of Strange Things so we can just call it MIST for sure. I know, it's dorky, but I kind of like it, and it'll confuse the locals. They don't seem to like strange.

Once all the paperwork's done and signed, I'll need some help getting it ready for us. There's a walk-in freezer, walk-in fridge and storage for canned goods and clothing so we can have items in stock for new people — or just people who need help — and the front will have computers, books, and space for support groups and gathering areas. The kitchen's been cleaned out of ovens and stove tops, so cooking there's not going to be ideal.

Magic users: is there a way to have a permanent glamor on the windows so that locals can't see what's actually going on inside it?

ADAM YOUNG:

Thank you, again, for your help.

BUCKY BARNES + OKOYE + CLINT BARTON + SAM WILSON:

This things got separate rooms in the basement. Looking at building our weapons' cache.

I thought I had seen everything in my 7000 years.

Who: Lexa and Clarke
What: Lexa's arrival. Note that she'll try to find a random towns person to get answers out of most likely
Where: Just on the edge of town
When: Backdated a tiny bit to the beginning of this week for Lexa's arrival
Warnings: A bit of violence possibly, spoilers for the 100

( This was not the home that she remembered... )

( Signboard in the lobby of Pickman House )

Okay so this is cute and all but I'm gonna need someone to point me in the direction of the bus station. I gotta get back to Gotham.

I guess this is the place to say hello. My name is Clarke Griffin.

Is anyone else from Atlantis here? Ollie, Wanda, Alicia? Ed or Mordecai?

Don't suppose there's a place around here to stay that allows dogs? Mine isn't with me yet, but I expect he'll be along once he realizes I'm not coming back.

Siiince we have ~minors~ among us, it has occured that we'll need people to pretend to be guardians~ for parent-teacher conferences, official paperwork, etc.

The current thought is that ~adults~ can express an interest in being such a fake guardian, make their pitch, and then anyone who needs a pretend guardian can pick who they wouldn't mind pretending to be related to.

First up, Klaus Hargreeves.

[FILTER: FLICKLES]

Muuuuuch better than 'I am unmoored'.

ARRIVAL

The thick, ghastly haze of the mist, once practically opaque to the naked eye, fades and opens up to a nostalgic homegrown New England town. A friendly gazebo, freshly painted white sits on a neatly mown lawn at the center of the town square. Vehicles stop at the redlight while locals cross the street, birds chirp in the trees, and a school bus stops to pick up a few children in oversized backpacks. Pedestrians walk by you without a second glance. Did they not see you suddenly appearing out of nowhere? How could they not have noticed that all encompassing fog? And why doesn’t your obviously otherworldly attire catch their attention? This appears to be a small, close knit community. And it’s clear you’re not from around these parts.

But these are simply the first of many mysteries you’re about to discover.

The further you investigate your new surroundings, the more ominous this seemingly quaint and colloquial town becomes. There’s something dark beneath its pleasant guise. You can’t shake the chill at the back of your neck and the sense that someone—or something—is watching you. Then there’s the odd graffiti on the alleyway walls and the way the locals talk about certain locations. And while the mist is gone, there are places in town that make you reminisce about the mist. Places that feel supernaturally thin. Thin enough to let in whispers from the other side. Or maybe even screams.

And don’t worry if you hear laughter or the jingling chimes of carnival coming from the rain gutters in the street. That’s just your imagination. There’s nothing down there.

Nothing that floats.