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Like a pill that makes you choke and stills your soul - I'll share the trap that you have me in.
[For whatever reason, it seems tonight isn't a particularly good night.
It's difficult to say what's changed, but it's obvious that something has; there's a heavy feeling in the air, strange and suffocating and restless, sending pinpricks across your skin and down your spine. The feeling that comes when you're ascending stairs from a darkened lower floor and that unwanted voice at the back your mind kicks in and starts yelling halfway up, urging you to run, because even though you know that logically there's nothing there, your lizard brain has decided that there might be and that's more than enough to start screaming.
It's a nasty feeling. It's just hard to say why it's there.
Those patrolling tonight or otherwise out on the first floor after nighttime hits will have it particularly bad; the darkness isn't particularly pleasant on most nights, especially now that everyone knows a few new things about what our shadowfriend down in the pit is capable of, but everything seems volatile tonight. Thick and heady and almost writhing, tension-wise. The dorm rooms are safe, but the rest of the floor...well.
The rest of the floor will finally be seeing what the dead tried to warn them about.
It's mostly collected near the foyer, around that large clock in the center; it looks strange at first, but like something you need to stare at to really perceive – nondescript shadows on the walls and floor where there's nothing to cast them. But eventually...eventually they seem to get bolder. Moving.
And if one were to look hard enough – because it is very, very hard to see – there's very definitely a shape to imply that there's something there. Physically present. In the room with you.
...It's going to be a bad night.]
It's difficult to say what's changed, but it's obvious that something has; there's a heavy feeling in the air, strange and suffocating and restless, sending pinpricks across your skin and down your spine. The feeling that comes when you're ascending stairs from a darkened lower floor and that unwanted voice at the back your mind kicks in and starts yelling halfway up, urging you to run, because even though you know that logically there's nothing there, your lizard brain has decided that there might be and that's more than enough to start screaming.
It's a nasty feeling. It's just hard to say why it's there.
Those patrolling tonight or otherwise out on the first floor after nighttime hits will have it particularly bad; the darkness isn't particularly pleasant on most nights, especially now that everyone knows a few new things about what our shadowfriend down in the pit is capable of, but everything seems volatile tonight. Thick and heady and almost writhing, tension-wise. The dorm rooms are safe, but the rest of the floor...well.
The rest of the floor will finally be seeing what the dead tried to warn them about.
It's mostly collected near the foyer, around that large clock in the center; it looks strange at first, but like something you need to stare at to really perceive – nondescript shadows on the walls and floor where there's nothing to cast them. But eventually...eventually they seem to get bolder. Moving.
And if one were to look hard enough – because it is very, very hard to see – there's very definitely a shape to imply that there's something there. Physically present. In the room with you.
...It's going to be a bad night.]
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He doesn't say much on the way to her room, but...]
....I wonder if it might be worth risking entering the kitchen. If we're all doing it...
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[Susan can feel something hysterical rising in her chest, but all she lets out is a faintly disdainful snort.]
I'll try it. [Because what does it matter? Maybe she'll be like Logan and get right up again. And then it'll eat her alive...]
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He doesn't laugh, but he's smirking.]
We'll get the bastard. He won't get away with this experiment, with having that... that thing watching our every move.
[Is it safe to assume they're at Sukuyo's door now?]
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[She's been avoiding saying that aloud, after the shitshow some of those trials turned into, but there's nothing that could stop her saying it now.
SEEMS FAIR they're at Sukuyo's door now. Susan reaches out to knock.] Sukuyo?
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busy lighting what appears to be a trashcan fire, which is burning merrily just a smidgen too close to the bed.
she is otherwise not clearly visible in the room.]
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Sukuyo?
[...she did run in this direction, didn't she?]
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Susan follows after the Inspector and, after a moment, steps around him to pull the bin back away from the sheets a bit.]
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Hey! I need that!
[tugs fire closer]
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You... you shouldn't be alone right now, hiding here. [Behind a fireball.]
We're figure out what to do right now. So.... so no one has to be alone tonight.
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[Hell, why not. ALL THE FLAMES]
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Alright. [shimmies her way out from under the bed, picks up the trash can and carries it like a child.]
Wherever we go, we need to make it bright!
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Just not when you're sleeping behind it.]
We'll light as maaany candles as we can. Along with the fire, it should be pretty bright!
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[She wouldn't advocate for firing them off randomly, but...let's keep them handy.]