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October 1st,
2009 9:44 pm
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Who: Morgan, Martin(NPC) and Open to anyone
When: 10:30am
Where: Morgan’s house
What: Morgan is in for a surprise…
Waking up in a cold sweat Morgan wiped her face and sat up in her chair. She glanced to the time and took a deep breath. She hadn’t meant to fall to sleep. Due mainly to the nightmares she had been having. Each had begun to grow more and more depraved and twisted.
She clutched at her churning gut and stood up to stretch and head in to the kitchen for coffee when she was stopped dead in her tracks. She could smell him. That rank, musky scent of a powerful and dangerous beast. He was the only being alive that could put a sense of dread in to her.
“Y’know…” A smooth, chilling voice said calmly, “It really warms my heart to know I can instil such terror in to you still after all these years.” He chuckled softly. “My dearest, little sister. I see you’re all alone. No Marcus, no Matthew…no Daddy to save your skin this time…whatever am I going to do with you no we’re all alone to play?” He asked as he grinned when she finally turned to face him. He had long black hair tied back loosely, a few strands hanging about his face. He had a rough face and an unshaven appearance. However he looked exactly the same as the last time Morgan had seen him. “Awwh, what? No happy greeting? Speechless? You? No, come now…surly you will say something to your big ole bro…?” He grinned darkly, “Like ‘mercy’?” He suggested before diving at her.
The sounds of banging and crashing errupted from the house and out in to the streets before the sounds of a loud scream of pain from Morgan.
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October 1st,
2009 9:20 pm
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Who: Quinton and Open
When: Mid evening
Where: Graveyard
What: Big bad is happening and someone needs saving!
Quinton couldn’t recall what had happened. As far as he could remember, or should, as the case may be, is that he had been at his desk, frustrated and exhausted and the next he had woken up in the pitch black with a throbbing head. At first he thought somehow he was in a locker, but then realised he was laid down in a padded box.
It was when he heard the soil being chucked on to this wooden box he began to freak out. “HEY!” He yelled out as he banged on the top. He slammed his arms in to the wooden panels but nothing was budging, in fact it was causing his knuckles to bleeds. “Someone?! Anyone?!” He shouted as he began to hear moans all around him. He couldn’t see anything but he felt their presence. All those ghosts, all those spirits descending upon him. “HELP!” He screamed. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. But as he shouted his breaths got more laboured as the air thinned.
This was happening.
Above him was a wretched old, hunched over old grave digger. He was something plucked straight out of a horror film, however the stereotyped image did not diminish his evil aura as he laughed and continued piling on the dirt, however he had only just started.
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September 28th,
2009 2:45 am
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Who: Maia, Lara, Evan, Dylan, & Selena
Where: Lara's apartment
When: 3amish
What: Maia goes to check on Lara and finds that someone beat her to the punch
It was three am and Maia was driving to see Lara. She tried to leave a message on Zeke's phone, but the towers near her house must have been knocked down, she couldn't get through. She knew Zeke would be okay, or hoped anyway and couldn't just sit at home. She had to do something. So she got dressed and went to Lara's house to check on her sister and nephew.
Walked into the complex and knocked on Lara's door, urgently, trying to wake her up.
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September 28th,
2009 12:10 am
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Who: Bridgette, Zeke, Open
Where: Various parts of Mysteria
When: About 3am
What: A DRAGON IS ON THE LOOSE!
Bridgette was having nightmares. She had managed to escape until recently, then they started seeping into her dreams. She had tried staying up, really, but thought that since she wasn't having any, she may have been immune.
She was twelve again. She was in her foster father's house and he slapped her hard across the face. She didn't understand, but fury welled up in her. She stood up, and then her whole foster family screamed. "Oh my god, she's a demon!"
"Devil! Get out of this house!"
"Demon!"
"Don, she's a dragon!"
"I am not!" Bridgette screamed at them. Why were they saying such things?! She looked to where they were pointing and stared in horror. A red, scaly wing was fluttering from her shoulder. It couldn't be hers. It couldn't!
Then suddenly? It wasn't. A large dragon appeared over her shoulder and she spun, running from it. She couldn't give a damn about her foster family, she just had to escape before-
Ring Ring.
She woke with a start, looking around for the thing. It wasn't real. Just. A. Dream. "Hello?" Bridgette answered the phone, groggy. And having no idea she had just conjured a dragon.
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September 27th,
2009 9:41 pm
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Day:
Thursday February 9, 2008
Weather:
The weather seems unnaturally cold today with a low of -10 during the day and hitting -20 tonight. Frost is covering everything and the sun is hiding behind the clouds.
Sunrise: 7:50am
Sunset: 5:29pm
Events:
Whatever has been causing the problems in Mysteria seems to be growing in power. Half of the town is asleep and not waking up. The odd occurrences are increasing as both the sleeping and those awake feed the waking world with their dreams. School has been canceled and all town folk have been advised to stay in their homes.
Among those stuck in a dream like state is Gideon Xavier. The hell gate rumbles as he sleeps and it has the demons and other evil creatures in town stirred up. The streets are not safe as the demons grow bold.
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September 25th,
2009 12:29 am
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Who: Jade & Jeannie
Where: The Pharmacy
When: 3pm
What: Jade needs help
Jade paced the aisle in the pharmacy. She was late. She had been regular down to the day since she was fourteen. Now, now, she was late. What if she was actually pregnant? What would Ben do? He loved her, she knew that. She didn't believe it herself, and sometimes she had trouble trusting it, but he did. He would love their baby.
Their baby. Jade touched a hand to her stomach. Could she do it? Could she be a mother? She looked at the pregnancy tests having no idea which she should pick. There were so many. All of them claimed to be error proof. What was she going to do?
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September 25th,
2009 3:50 pm
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Who: Tyson & Eden, with a cameo from Fake!Bridgette, and open to real Bridgette later.
When: After School
Where: The streets of Mysteria
What: A little talk...
Dropping Bridgette home after school, Tyson pulled up the car Miles had loaned him in front of The Last Round, kissed his girlfriend deeply and passionately, before reluctantly drawing back, "I'll see you tonight Mi Cielita." He promised, giving her another small kiss, "Adios."
She was getting out of the car when he saw Eden approach, and was slightly surprised when Bridgette completely ignored her, as though she was a total stranger. "Yo Eden, you need a lift some place?"
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September 2nd,
2009 1:16 pm
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Who: Savannah, Devon (NPC), Drew, Eva
Where: The Break and Run
When: 7pm
What: Here comes trouble....
Savannah was working, waiting tables, finally something legit. She had done it before, but lately she couldn't help but think how much easier it had been when she was doing things dangerous. She had her routine, her school, her boyfriend, her sister. Life was fine. She didn't need the danger.
But danger found her. Or was trying to. Devon had been calling her for weeks, trying to get in touch with her. She resisted. She left that stuff behind in the old neighborhood. Gone was the Savannah who was always up for a late night car jacking, drinking binge, and god knew what else. She was so sure that the life was behind her, she thought herself hallucinating when she heard a familiar voice say, "Nine to five gigs are so not you Savvy-baby."
Devon. No-no-no! She tried not to panic, but couldn't help it. She spun to face him and asked, "Dev, what the hell are you doing here?"
"That any way to treat your partner in crime? Give me some love!" He said and enveloped her in a big hug. She hugged him back a bit, but wasn't fooled.
"You did not come all the way to North Da-fucking-kota just to say you missed me. What's going on?" She demanded, crossing her arms. People had begun to stare and they both took notice after a second.
"I get off in fifteen, wait for me," She said, then went to her tables and asked Tessa if she could clock out early.
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August 21st,
2009 3:36 pm
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Who: Hank & Open
When: Morning
Where: The streets of Mysteria
What: Hank goes for a jog.
( Mysteria was just weird. )
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August 19th,
2009 10:31 pm
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Who: Harper and Brian
When: Morning
Where: Brian's cabin
What: Harper's nightmare comes true.
Like so many in Mysteria, Harper had been having nightmares. They weren't anything too horrible, not like some were having. She just kept dreaming that she had shifted into the wolf and was stuck in that form. So when she woke up in bed in her form wolf, to say she was a bit freaked was an understatement. She tried shifting back even though it was dangerous to do without Jeremy but couldn't. In the end she ended up laying down with her head on her paws and whining.
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August 19th,
2009 10:36 am
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Who: Isabel & Jeremy
Where: The Cabins
When: 6am
What: Isabel is trying to stay awake
Shooting upright, Isabel tried to keep quiet so she didn't wake Jeremy. She had had that nightmare again. She couldn't tell Jer about her nightmares. First? He would probably freak out. Second? He would worry about her.
She quietly got up and looked out the window for a moment, trying to catch her breath. She put a hand over her stomach, making sure it was completely flat and safe. Nightmares were coming true, and she couldn't stop it. What if hers did?
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August 18th,
2009 8:22 pm
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Who: Bridgette, Irene, Violet, Justin
Where: Justin's apartment/Niki's Delights
When: 7am
What: Breakfast and a revelation
"So I'm serious, you guys don't have to do anything for my birthday. It's on a couples holiday. I want you and dad to have your Valentine's, you know? I'll probably be with Ty the whole time anyway," Bridgette promised. Her seventeenth birthday was in a week, and she wasn't sure what she wanted, if anything. It had never been really cause to celebrate before.
She reached the door with Irene and knocked, Violet promptly answering. "Hey guys!" She said brightly, "Come on in, I'm almost ready."
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August 19th,
2009 11:43 am
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Who: Nadia & Marcus
When: 4am
Where: Mysteria Woods
What: Nadia relives a traumatic experience
Nadia was having the nightmare again. She knew it was a nightmare, a memory, that no matter how awful and vivid it felt, if she could just wake up, the pain and the horror would fade away, and she'd be fine again.
She tried forcing herself to consciousness, the problem was, it didn't seem to be working. If anything the dream was becoming more vivid, the stench of bloody violent death surrounding her, filling her nose, the weight of the corpses crushing. She pushed them aside, her chest and left shoulder burning painfully from the bullet still lodged deep in her flesh, dragging herself upwards to the surface as she did so. Finally she reached the top of the pile, looking around in confusion. Something wasn't right. Usually, this was the part where she became an animal, a panther, the change forced by the rising full moon. Only it wasn't happening this time. She looked to the sky, and it was different. The stars were aligned differently. The moon was nowhere in sight.
Disoriented, she looked around in confusion, realization slowly dawning on her. She wasn't in Myanmar... she wasn't even asleep. She was in the Mysteria woods, and she wasn't dreaming, but she was actually in a pit full of corpses.
Breath coming in ragged gasping sobs, she clambered over the cold dead bodies as best she could eventually reaching the edge of the pit and pulling herself onto solid ground. She lay there on the frozen ground, weeping for a moment, then grabbed onto a tree and dragged herself to her feet, then stumbled through the seemingly endless maze of the woods until she found the cabin, one hand pressed to the wound in her chest, the other clutching her abdomen. She'd lost a lot of blood, was her baby okay?
Mounting the steps the porch, she raised her fist and banged on the door, then leaned against it and slid down, leaving a smear of blood as she did so, collapsing in a heap on the planks.
"Marcus!" It came out as little more than a gasp, so she banged on the door again, and raised her voice as much as she could, "Marcus!"
"Marcus, help me..." She muttered as black oblivion overwhelmed her, "Please Lubimuy, help..."
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August 17th,
2009 11:31 pm
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Who: Hope & Open
Where: Mysteria General Hospital
When: 8am
What: Work and weirdness
"We got another one!" The paramedic called and Hope rushed out to meet the ambulance. The patient was enough to make Hope gasp. He was literally falling apart. His teeth had fallen out and his hair was coming off in clumps. Hope managed to get him sedated, but had no clue as to how to rectify what was going on. It had been like this constantly lately. Every person more horrifying than the last person that had come in. More than a few deaths. It was getting out of hand.
The next case sounded like one of the nightmare patients, but more low-key, thankfully. She opened the curtain to her next patient, reading their chart. "Hello, I'm doctor Cale," She smiled, "What can I help you with today?"
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| Calling All Hunters |
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August 18th,
2009 12:20 am
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Who: Gideon and OPEN
All Hunters and those who hear through the supernatural grapevine are welcome!
When: Late Afternoon
Where: The Last Round
What: Gideon rallies the troops.
Gideon had lost track of how long it had been since he had last slept. He'd doze off only to startle himself awake. It was the only way to keep everyone safe. Well, safer than they were now. If he fell asleep and had his greatest nightmare, they were all doomed. Still, a lack of sleep was better than what was going on in the hospital. People were dying after going to sleep and never waking up. It was almost as if something was feeding off of their dreams. Then there was the dreams that were coming to life, the reason that Gideon was not sleeping. Now there was a surplus of hell hounds roaming around and he had to wonder if someone had dreamed them up.
It had gone on long enough. It was getting worse, not better. So Gideon had picked up the phone and started the supernatural phone tree. He contact the hunters and those that could be of help and those people contacted others. Now Gideon was watching for folks to show up while he continued to put a dent in the town's coffee supply.
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August 17th,
2009 11:50 pm
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Day:
We3dnesday February 8, 2008
Weather:
Over cast skies with a high of 31 and a low of 24.
Sunrise: 7:50am
Sunset: 5:29pm
Events:
A second patient as died in their sleep. Several more patients have been admitted.
In the rest of Mysteria, the nightmares are no longer manifesting as apparitions but seem to actually be taking on a real form. Some pretty strange, and pretty dangerous, things are to be seen as people's nightmares actually come to life.
There's seems to be an usual abundance of hell hounds in the area. Tonight, the 'walls' between the Autumn world and The Dreaming become even thinner and the first time in years the Wild Hunt will ride through Mysteria.
Mod Note: This is the only time I'll throw up a day change without warning, promise.
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August 17th,
2009 7:40 pm
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Who: Ty and Violet
Where: The Armitage Home, then shopping in Mysteria
When: After Violet gets home (about noon)
What: Vi takes Ty shopping for Bridgette's birthday present
Violet strode in the door wearing the previous night's clothes and Justin's shirt, not even caring that she was doing the walk of shame. Violet was never ashamed, and definitely not of Justin. She had met Irene and was overjoyed.
She went into the den and saw Ty there, browsing through a jewelry catalog. "Diamond earrings are so last season on guys," she teased lightly, hopping on the couch next to him. "What'cha looking for?"
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August 17th,
2009 2:14 pm
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Who: Zeke & Spencer
When: After 9pm
Where: The Last Round
What: Old acquaintances meet again
Dropping Bridgette home after they'd disposed of a couple of Fiends, Zeke decided to have a beer in The Last Round before heading home. Even with such minor demons, having such a young trainee was a nerve wracking experience for a man who usually hunted alone. Still, everything had gone without a hitch, the kid had done well, and come out of the exercise relatively unscathed.
He took a seat at the bar and ordered a beer, then turned around and leaned back against the bar, watching the other patrons as he sipped his beer. His gaze backtracked when he spotted a familiar face. Pushing away from the bar, he headed on over.
"Should've known you'd turn up here sooner or later," He remarked by way of greeting, offering his hand to the other hunter, "How've you been, Spence?"
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| Prison Break! |
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August 11th,
2009 4:05 am
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Who: Mick, Nadia, Sophia, & Open to All
When: Early Morning
Where: Mysteria
What: Escaped Convicts!
Mick wound the police 'do not cross' tape around the area, sectioning it off so the public couldn't disturb the scene. Keeping an eye out, he caught sight two women emerging from a jeep, watching as one of them slung a camera strap over her neck, along with a press I.D.
"Wow, you got here fast," He remarked, a little surprised to see them, "I guess you've got a scanner?"
"No, actually we were just driving by, saw the wreck," Nadia rolled her eyes when he eyed them skeptically, "We're just coming home from an assignment. We're locals." She snapped a few photos of the wrecked prison bus, "What happened?"
"Uh, well, it seems the penitentiary transportation vehicle crashed, ma'am." Mick answered, pretty much stating the obvious.
"No, really?" Nadia snarked mildly, zooming in and snapping a shot of the back of the wreck, "Can you explain why the prison bus has Montana plates?"
"No, I can't..." Mick shook his head with a small frown. He really had no idea what a Montana prison bus was doing in North Dakota.
"Well, what can you tell us?" Nadia pressed.
"I'm not really authorized to talk to the press, but if you'll stay here and wait just a minute, I'll talk to the detective in charge," Mick took a few steps over to the bus and poked his head in the door of the bus to speak to the detective.
"Curiouser and curiouser," Nadia remarked quietly to Sophia, "I'll get the pictures, you get the story."
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