[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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[sleight_of_fate]

"I'm not sure. I'm just guessing, honestly. It's the earth, and nature, but it's also burial. Going into the ground is pretty final for most of us and I'm trying not to think about that. Pretend that it's a good thing so I don't start screaming." He wishes he had something more reassuring to say to Beckett. He rubs his dirt-encrusted fingers together, trying to feel exactly where he stops and the earth begins, but can't. "This place messes with us. Always. Even when it gives us something kind of...not terrible, it's still terrible somehow."

Like the hunger and isolation. The blindness. The occasional terrible, dizzying feeling of suffocation. Even from that moment in the office building when Rhys realized he had a tail and horns, he knew that this place would always find what was personal and then cut to the quick there.

he stares out into space with his blank eyes, trying to formulate what to say. Beckett's miasma of disease doesn't bother him, he's barely aware of it, but he knows the vampire got a raw deal. And that just sucks.

"I hope there's a way to undo it, but I don't know. We just gotta get each other through as best we can until someone finds an answer, that's all that I can think of right now."

[bookofnope]

"Oh, you might as well start screaming." Beckett's voice is low. Small. He'd be screaming too if it didn't just inevitably lead to non-stop coughing. He doesn't really see what the other options are. If you're at the point where you realize the only sensible course of action left is to start screaming, you probably know you're not going to have a reason to stop.

Maybe crying. There is crying. He is feeling that option. It's as though the horror has passed and left a quieter, deeper awareness in its wake, not only that this is wrong but that it didn't have to be this way.

"I already have your answer." That's one thing he has. It's not worth anything of what he thought it would be. "This is us. This has always been us. The rest was an illusion. There is no undoing it because we never truly changed. We just realized, that's all."

[sleight_of_fate]

"If I start screaming, I'm not gonna stop," Rhys says firmly, There's no debating that point: Rhys can feel panic and the breakdown that comes with it bubbling close to the surface but not quite giving in. He intends to keep it that way.

He breathes in slowly, breathes out again, and a tumble of colored pebbles fall from his cascading earth to the ground to scatter like dice.

"I don't know. Maybe this is still an illusion and we're still in a room somewhere. But there's no way to be sure, so I think I'm just gonna...keep trying. Whatever it's worth. Even if it's just to kill the time, you know?" He rubs at his scarred forehead. He misses his hat.

"If I think too much, that's when I start to lose it, and it's not like we can fuck it up here anymore than it already is."