[log] Screw up to the beat of my own drum [closed]

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Characters: Stephanie Brown, Stephen Strange, Alphonse Elric, Hugo Vasquez
Location: AAB8 - 271
Date: Day 229
Summary: Event Shenanigans and a Reunion
Warnings: In comment subjects, please!

271: A small, enclosed bus stop that probably serviced the building inside the fence back when things weren't abandoned. The bus stop is enclosed completely in glass, making it possible to spend the night here, though the benches are a little uncomfortable to sleep on. Interestingly, the lights here still work, on and off--at night, the lights flicker on and off at random, which may also make it difficult to sleep. The vending machines here are smashed open, but food and drinks are still placed inside them. They do not restock when people are staying here, so make sure you don't run yourself out of food! "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY SEVEN, FOR ANY ASSISTANCE PLEASE CONTACT @LELRIC." is written on a wall.

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Morning- cw: eye and mouth horror, gen body horror

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The creature that actually stares at Steph through the glass walls as she comes awake in the morning is recognizable as human, but only just. It has leg but no arms, and a gaping hole through the middle of its chest. One might be able to see straight through it if not for the letterman jacket draped over the thing's shoulders. The head is made up entirely of a gaping mouth, filled with broken, jagged teeth. The back of the head is a giant bloodshot eye.

What Steph sees is the very much whole body of the boy always on her mind, a gloved hand pressed to the glass in a way that somehow portrays longing. The only thing wrong with Zach is his face... namely that it isn't there.

She jumps, falls off the bench and gets tangled in her blankets the moment she wakes up. She'd known anomalies were a possibility when she went to sleep in this uncomfortably open place, but it doesn't make it any easier to wake up to.

She turns to wake up Vasquez, if he isn't already awake.

"We've got a problem!"

Evening - ota

[armoured]

[As if they haven't had enough of anomalies in the past few days, they've already lost Sylar and now they're being followed around. This one isn't like the one that followed him before, but he knows exactly who it's meant to be. It's Martel, even if her face is completely blank.

She doesn't come any closer, doesn't attack, just follows when he and Stephen finally make a break for one of the nearby houses. He's not expecting that there are already people there when he charges in, but he calls out anyway on reflex.]

Hello? Anyone here?

Evening - ota

[thewarningafter]

[Stephen's anomaly is a woman in surgical scrubs...or what's left of her. In Stephen's eyes her clothes are stained with blood and ichor, and her arms end in ragged, bloody tendons that reach like long, twisting fingers. She stares with pitch black eyes around which the skin is cracked and purple.

To someone who lost their light, though, there is only the muted teal of her clothing and a missing face. Stephen's face has been drawn since he laid eyes on her, but not once has he spoken her name. It's not her. It can't be her. The anomalies aren't people.

Except they were a few days ago.

Now, glass safely (safely?) between them, he paces the length of the bus station, watching her pace along the other side.]