[log] Event: Metamorphosis, Part Three

[snowblindmods]

Characters: everyone
Location: all around town; note location in subject line
Date: Night 415 onward; note time in subject line
Summary: They break out and they wake up.
Warnings: extreme body horror, unreality, eldritch horror, absolutely definitely 100% include warnings in subject lines/before your comment if the subject line isn't long enough

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cw: burns, blistering/melted skin, delirium, limbs that are too long

[jumpthegun]

[Where is he? When is he? John has no idea anymore. They'd been trying to get out. Get out. But he's here now. Where is here? It's hot. It's burning. His flesh bubbles with the heat. His mind is on fire and his vision is blurred. There's something getting in the way as he tries to go for one of the ladders in the tunnel. If he can just get out, he'll bury himself in the snow. He'll be better. He'll be colder. Everything is too hot.

His hands reach out for her. And reach. They reach too far. The flesh on John's arms is half-melted and his hands are grasping claws with bone peeking out. Maybe he'll take her with him. He needs to be close to someone. Anyone.]

Can't play. Need to get out of here... Harley?

[It's the giggle. He thinks he recognizes the giggle.

[clowngirl]

[Her giggles merely get darker in reply. Whether he wants to play or not, she makes sure he's about to. Harley swoops backwards and away from his long claws, moving just enough to spur him on. He'll have to catch her.]

CoME anD GeT mE!

cw: losing skin/exposed muscle tendons

[jumpthegun]

Stop it, Harley. Stop.

[But he reaches for her. Tries to grasp something incomprehensible. John staggers down the corridor, dragging one of his hands on the floor. The cold metal peals away at his skin, exposing the muscles and tendons.]

Need to... Where are we going?

[clowngirl]

[She keeps moving back defiantly, her body curving and folding into itself. An inhumanly long tongue slithers out of her mouth, taunting him.]

DO'nt YoU KnoW? We'RE goING mAd...

[jumpthegun]

[Why is she like this? He tries to drag himself more swiftly down the tunnels, hand slapping against the metal.]

You're mad. I can't... Mary? Where's Mary? She'd be an anomaly, too. She's dead. Should find her.

[His brain is on fire, and she'll cool it off. John is sure.]

[clowngirl]

[Her insides twist, both metaphorically and literally, at Mary's mention. What she is now struggles with what she was, and for a moment she looks pained. Her voice too seems to blend back into some semblance of normalcy.]

You neeD to FiNd her. You love her.

[The bunch of gathered nonsense that is her form solidifies for the moment, and bolts into something close to a run.]

Find her, find her, find her! C'mon!

[jumpthegun]

[C'mon, she says, and John tries to run after her, to crawl after her as quickly as he can. There are thuds behind the other anomaly as John tries to follow. He finds that when he's focused, when he has a direction, something to reach toward, he can move faster, his limbs align for it.]

Wait! Wait! I can't... you're too fast!

[clowngirl]

Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!

[Sorry, John, Harley's anomaly shows no immediate signs of slowing down. The excitement of a new purpose propels her forward and the only promise she has of stopping is when the next shiny new thing distracts her. He may lose her.]

[jumpthegun]

[He can't hurry. John struggles to keep up, but in the end, his body just can't. He's left behind.

He's alone.]