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Monday: Quiet Interrupted
Who: Christian and Jonathan
Where: Eldritch Cemetery
When: Late afternoon
After a day spent mostly working, Christian felt raw. He hadn't been subjected to any power outages or any visions of death and destruction, but he had been at the mercy of what felt like a hundred people's thoughts three times that day-- each time when there were at least five people in the shop, all of them close enough to hear every little thing they thought and felt, no matter how trivial. Even knowing that what he'd heard had been real, not hallucination-- well, mostly knowing; his brain knew, but there was always that edge of fear that it was hallucination-- didn't make it any easier to bear.
So he went to one of the few places, right after work, that he was sure would be deserted. At almost five in the afternoon, on a day that threatened to drop sheets of rain at any moment, surely the cemetery would be empty, right? He chained his bicycle up against the gate and slipped inside, wandering into the tiny maze of trees and tombstones. The dead were done thinking, so at least here he hoped he'd have a little peace before he went home.
( ... by crazy! )
Where: Eldritch Cemetery
When: Late afternoon
After a day spent mostly working, Christian felt raw. He hadn't been subjected to any power outages or any visions of death and destruction, but he had been at the mercy of what felt like a hundred people's thoughts three times that day-- each time when there were at least five people in the shop, all of them close enough to hear every little thing they thought and felt, no matter how trivial. Even knowing that what he'd heard had been real, not hallucination-- well, mostly knowing; his brain knew, but there was always that edge of fear that it was hallucination-- didn't make it any easier to bear.
So he went to one of the few places, right after work, that he was sure would be deserted. At almost five in the afternoon, on a day that threatened to drop sheets of rain at any moment, surely the cemetery would be empty, right? He chained his bicycle up against the gate and slipped inside, wandering into the tiny maze of trees and tombstones. The dead were done thinking, so at least here he hoped he'd have a little peace before he went home.
( ... by crazy! )