[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

Comments

[cahooted]

I'm not sure... I could try? That's probably gonna be really difficult, though. And I'm hungry, I'll probably have to eat first.

[Flynn doesn't really care about feeding others; not that he doesn't want to, it's just nothing that actively crosses his mind in this state. His priorities are elsewhere. Growing. Spreading.]

[warriorscribe]

Hmm...

[See, now, here's the problem...]

I'm hungry, too, but...talking about fruit just now didn't pique it. I don't know what I am, but I certainly know about plants. What are you hungry for, then? Rich soil? Sunlight?

[cahooted]

[He thinks about that for a moment. Yes, soil sounds wonderful but that's something for his outgrowths, not something he can actually feed on. Sunlight would be wonderful, too, but his hunger still lies elsewhere.]

Flesh.

[He frowns, like that is somehow weird, because it is but for some reason he can't find any horror in it. It just makes sense somehow.]

[warriorscribe]

[Enoch's appetite isn't for flesh, exactly, though it would prove just as fatal if allowed to feed uninterrupted. Either way, he retains the very human horrified reaction, his entire mass shifting to his back end as if rearing back.]

That's certainly not the source of my hunger! He's gotten to you, after all. Let's try to create new life without taking any, shall we? Surely there must be a way to work with this.

[cahooted]

He didn't get me, come on.

[Flynn sounds a little miffed, maybe slightly defensive.]

It's kind of like craving a steak, actually. And I know it would be really good for my flowers.

[warriorscribe]

Please tell me any flesh will do, then. Surely we can take some meat from the market downtown and it would be just as good?

[Because otherwise, well. He'd be right.]

[cahooted]

... Yeah. Yeah, sure. Any flesh will do, absolutely?

[As long as it's alive. But hey. Social adaptation is a thing for anomalies, too, who knew.]

[warriorscribe]

Then we'll go downtown for some meat. I don't think the weather will be a problem for us! Or, ah...if it is for you, I could go and bring you some.

[While he doesn't miss that Flynn isn't certain, he figures it's because the appetite is so new. That must be it.]

[cahooted]

Downtown, sure. Sounds like a plan. You know, I don't think I've ever been there?

[He takes a look around.]

Do you know which way it is?

[warriorscribe]

Uh...

[Good question, actually...]

Going west should give you the answer. If we're in the western half of town the tunnels should lead you to near the hospital. If it leads you to the maze, you only need to cross it. And if it leads you to the high school, doubling back and then going north will take you there.

[But which way is west? They have no landmarks down here...]

[cahooted]

Hmm...

[A viny hand comes up to scratch at the back of his-- sort of neck, leaves and paper rustling.]

Maybe it's easier to head up first. Get a sense of direction.

[warriorscribe]

Oh...that would be more useful than trying to find west down here, wouldn't it? I don't think the places with trapdoors look very similar from the inside. You'll know exactly where to go!

[Time to find a ladder! Also a good time to get "accidentally" separated in the darkness if Flynn would rather pursue living flesh]

[cahooted]

Exactly that!

[Finger-guns! ... Well, vine-guns.]

I think I see one up ahead!

[Why don't you go check that out while he'll just... fall back a little. Sorry, Enoch. But he's really hungry.]

[warriorscribe]

All right...

[That's okay, because he notices Rhys fumbling around in his newfound blindness and totally trusts Flynn to wait for him.

Oops. Have fun murdering, Flynn.]