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auroraexpress2019-04-19 06:26 pm
hot_mess_express) wrote in auroraexpress2019-04-19 06:26 pm
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Who: Everyone
When: Day 20, evening
Where: The train and surrounding terrain
[So after all the earlier excitement.... dramatic organ music starts to play through the cars. There's no obvious source. It's just... There? All around you for a while, before fading.
Of course before the music fades there's more things going on. A mist seeps up from the earth outside the train and within the train simply seems to form like it's produced by invisible fog machines. As the mist grows into a thick fog, you can hear eerie noises. Distant wolf howls, the screech of a fox that sounds like human screaming, owls hooting hauntingly, the leathery flap of bat wings, and other, less identifiable noises of the night, strange and otherworldly.
If you go out in it, breathe it in, the mist will chill you. Make you desire... Touch.
The need to hold another person is an almost growing compulsion, but it can be fought.
However things that are harder to avoid are the flowers, night blooming wisteria in white and purple seems to have grown from nowhere in the train cars, hanging down to brush the heads of passengers with sweet scented blossoms, and the floors of the train and ground around it have become endless beds of gently glowing moonflowers.
The only places the fog and flowers don't reach are team cabins.
Effects:
Mist:
Cold that cannot be dispelled without touch, a desire to touch others.
Wisteria:
Purple blossoms cause an empathetic bond with the next person you touch. White blossoms cause arousal and a mild to powerful aphrodisiac effect.
Moonflowers:
Share memories or thoughts with the next person you touch.
By morning the mist and flowers will vanish.]
When: Day 20, evening
Where: The train and surrounding terrain
[So after all the earlier excitement.... dramatic organ music starts to play through the cars. There's no obvious source. It's just... There? All around you for a while, before fading.
Of course before the music fades there's more things going on. A mist seeps up from the earth outside the train and within the train simply seems to form like it's produced by invisible fog machines. As the mist grows into a thick fog, you can hear eerie noises. Distant wolf howls, the screech of a fox that sounds like human screaming, owls hooting hauntingly, the leathery flap of bat wings, and other, less identifiable noises of the night, strange and otherworldly.
If you go out in it, breathe it in, the mist will chill you. Make you desire... Touch.
The need to hold another person is an almost growing compulsion, but it can be fought.
However things that are harder to avoid are the flowers, night blooming wisteria in white and purple seems to have grown from nowhere in the train cars, hanging down to brush the heads of passengers with sweet scented blossoms, and the floors of the train and ground around it have become endless beds of gently glowing moonflowers.
The only places the fog and flowers don't reach are team cabins.
Effects:
Mist:
Wisteria:
Moonflowers:
By morning the mist and flowers will vanish.]
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Hah, it's like a dream.
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[...she is dreaming. She is taking the evening train to town to do some weekend shopping. If she closes her eyes, she can see it.]
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It is a dark place, shot through with veins of dim light. The vast tunnels stretch on as far as the eye can see, walls and floors and ceiling of hard grey and black and dark blue stone, cool and damp.
She keeps walking. She's small and tired, but she keeps walking. Because if she stops, she will surely die. Her small bloody hand occasionally touches the wall for support. Her breath is coming in labored gasps. She needs to escape, but how? Where is the exit?
She can feel a power flowing through her, a current of magical energy- it's something she's never felt before, and she's not sure if it's exhausting her, or energizing her, but it brings with it a tingling feeling in her hands and feet, and a steady hum all through her body. The power is sinking in deeper and deeper.
Eventually, somehow, the tunnel stops, and she finds herself in a cave with beautiful crystalline stalactites and slalagmites, softly glowing with a blue light, curtains of moss on the floor to comfort her raw feet, and a clean clear river of subterranean water. Is it water? It sparkles and glows so strangely. She walks over, though, because she is so thirsty. She takes a drink, and her vision goes white. The next thing she hears is a woman's soft alto voice murmuring to her; "Come, open your eyes, child. There is nothing to fear. Wake up."]