Eternity/Fatality (IC)

**Airen** · October 13th, 2016, 07:28 PM

Olivia Grace
Grace Residence – Kitchen
Thursday 7^th of November – 8:00 PM

"My friends get weird ideas in their heads, and then they go through with them," sighing to herself, but grinning a bit in spite of it, the raven-haired girl's resemblance to the older woman truly shines through for a moment, "They need someone to worry about them, so hey, might as well be me..."

There was another reason for that tendency to worry, but it was already obvious to the both of them.

Eyes lighting up just a bit as Abby replies, Olivia feels a bit of that same worry ebb away from her again, although other than her eyes, her expression remains more or less the same.

"Abby says she has a pretty bad headache, but also that it's nothing to really worry about."

It was very important that the second part of that sentence got through.

"Guess the sick theory was right."

**RacingeR** · October 13th, 2016, 10:02 PM

Olivia Grace
Grace Residence – Kitchen
Thursday 7^th of November – 8:00 PM

Helen smiled at her daughter slightly, almost laughing at their shared traits. Her mood, however, became quite a bit more somber when she remembered why the both of them were like that.

You told her of Abby’s status, and she frowned slightly. “I can’t say I like the sound of that, but if she says its nothing to worry about…” Your mother sighed, “I’ll call later, ask that butler of hers how she’s doing.”

Then she smiled at you. “I don’t really need any help, Livie. Go along, chat with your friend, if she isn’t feeling well she probably needs someone to mother her a bit.” Her tone became almost teasing with that last comment.

“But also yell to your dad to come inside before he crushes his thumb. Again.”

**Frantic Author** · October 14th, 2016, 02:46 AM

David Baudelaire
Baudelaire Estate – Dave’s Room
Thursday 7^th of November – 7:10

Dave wanted to sleep. His eyes fluttered every couple of moments, and his chair felt more comfortable then anything against his back - but he couldn't fall asleep. He couldn't. He was awake, but somehow half asleep. It was more annoying then anything else, and he shook his head, staring at the screen.

No response from Ins. The breeze drenched the room in cool autumn, ruffling a poster near his desk.

He blinked, looking over his shoulder at the now... open window? The maid must have opened it, thinking the room was too hot and dreary to keep the window closed. You cannot beat her at maiding. She is simply the best there is.

Standing again, Dave closed the window, his eyes fluttering. A quick nap couldn't hurt, not when Ins was taking years to respond. What was she doing - reading about how Iron Man was secretly real, kept from the public by an oppressive shadow illuminati?

He fucking hated the illuminati.

But a nap couldn't hurt, not when every bone in his body wanted to sleep. Stumbling to his bed, Dave collapsed on top of it, and shut his eyes.

And then he dreamed.

**Airen** · October 14th, 2016, 04:44 AM

Olivia Grace
Grace Residence – Kitchen
Thursday 7^th of November – 8:00 PM

"Got it. I'll go and play nurse for a bit."

Although it would have been an easier thing to do if Abby was in the house.

Accepting the friendly dismissal with a smile, Olivia wanders off to the living room window. The sun had vanished, it's light finally disappearing over the horizon, and slightly annoyed at her father for not giving up when the light's had threatened to slip away, the raven-haired girl props open the window, intent on just calling out to him from there, before heading back up to her room.

"Dad! Come on! It's already eight! Stop working for the night before you break your thumb! You've already smashed it once before!"

Falling silent at this, she waits for some sort of response.

If the hammer kept rising and falling, she would yell a bit louder.

He'd give up eventually, and then she would go back to her room.

**RacingeR** · October 14th, 2016, 05:07 PM

Olivia Grace
Grace Residence – Kitchen
Thursday 7^th of November – 8:00 PM

After your yell, there was a minute of silence, followed by a grunt and a curse your father probably thought you were unable to hear, and then he yelled back an “Okay!” and you saw him move towards the back door, opening it.

This left you free to continue towards your room.

**Airen** · October 14th, 2016, 05:36 PM

Olivia Grace
Grace Residence – Window
Thursday 7^th of November – 8:00 PM

Every time.

Shaking her head, but still grinning to herself, Olivia heads upstairs without a second thought, intent on letting her father save face if he had, as she suspected, managed to injure himself working on the shed.

Every time.

Olivia Grace
Grace Residence – Olivia's Room
Thursday 7^th of November – 8:00 PM

Window opened once more in an attempt to bring in the cool night air, Olivia discards her phone, chucking it onto the bed, before sitting down at her desk, leaving the door open so Den could come and go as he pleased, aware that, before long, she might just fall asleep at her desk. She was still tired, as much as she fought it off,and insisted she was okay, there was a nagging weight on her eyes that wouldn't go away, the approaching limit, you could say, to the second wind sleep phenomenon.

Still...

Chatlog

**Katie** · October 14th, 2016, 08:24 PM

Minnesota Flatts
Bulnei Apartments, 5^th Floor – Minnie’s Room
Thursday 7^th of November – 7:05 PM

Rather uncomfortable with all the extremely unwarranted attention she was receiving, Minnie gingerly took the notes from Maddie’s hands and thumbed through them. Decent enough to copy and get an idea about, she supposed.

“Do I look that beat?” It was an honest question. Maybe she was getting bags under her eyes or something, who knows. Not that she always had a good sleep schedule, no, but never in her life would she think these bouts of insomnia would be so… noticeable.

“I might check with a doctor or something…” Minnie’s voice trails off into a mumble, not really quite sure at what she is supposed to say at this point. Maybe if she just let things hang, Maddie would leave?

**Airen** · October 14th, 2016, 08:28 PM

Olivia Grace
Grace Residence – Olivia's Room
Thursday 7^th of November – 8:00 PM

Falling back into the usual routine made things feel a bit better.

If Abby wasn't over at the house, then they both usually wound up just chatting over Nyx until one of them finally gave up and left, usually around midnight, when that creeping feeling of the inevitable morning sun approaching finally set in and made the upcoming pain of facing a school day without sufficient sleep clear.

Chatlog

Since it was from Abby, she didn't even bother to put it through the usual virus scan. Her friend wasn't the type to send something damaging, and if she thought it was interesting then it was certainly bound to be interesting, so with a slightly raised eyebrow, the raven-haired girl ran the app and let it install on the desktop. There was a brief moment of cmd console interaction, lines flying past so fast that even her eyes couldn't keep up with them. It was nothing too strange, installations like this weren't exactly rare, but...

The sudden swell of creepy music was a bit more interesting.

It kind of reminded her of game clients for MMOs...

And following that analogy...

Then this was a... Loadout screen?

Waiting for the other players?

Naturally inquisitive, Olivia waits for a few more moments to see if anything else happens, before turning her attention back to her friend:

Chatlog

_theblue: ...
_theblue: ominous music, lol
_theblue: hmm, anddddddddddd
_theblue: waiting
_theblue: this some kind of multi-player game?
GoldenHeroine: It sort of is...
GoldenHeroine: u'll get to see what this is about later
GoldenHeroine: ... hey, liv
GoldenHeroine: u dont believe in fate right?
_theblue: fate is silly dear
_theblue: the things that happen are what you make happen
_theblue: ...if you don't like something, then you just gotta resist it
_theblue: or well, kinda
_theblue: hahahaha, well, I just don't think 0% and 100% chances exist
_theblue: so long as that's true, fate isnt fate
GoldenHeroine: lol
GoldenHeroine: I've heard u talk like that so many times
GoldenHeroine: Its sort of reassuring
GoldenHeroine: But liv, if u think like that
GoldenHeroine: then what do u think of the concept of 'truth'?
_theblue: i dunno
_theblue: truth is weird
_theblue: I mean, what is the truth anyway
_theblue: is there only one truth
_theblue: or is there more than one?
_theblue: if there's more than one, then the truth depends on who's looking at it
_theblue: or something like that
_theblue: the brain isn't cooperating with my impressive speeches lol
_theblue: damn fatigue
GoldenHeroine: lolol
GoldenHeroine: Truth's kind of slippery
GoldenHeroine: Like some sort of strangely tasty eel, except the ones trying to catch it aren't fishermen but rather a bunch of jackasses in longcoats
GoldenHeroine: Probably moving their doctored eyes all over the place
GoldenHeroine: A magnifying glass and a pipe might also be involved
GoldenHeroine: That metaphor kinda ran away from me
GoldenHeroine: What I'm trying to ask is
GoldenHeroine: wouldn't truth be something 100% certain?
GoldenHeroine: how would that mesh with the way u see fate?
_theblue: Well you can't change a result I guess
_theblue: So the only "truth" that exists would be what had already happened
_theblue: fate belongs to the future, struggle till you reach it, and the result of that is your "fate"
_theblue: or well, outcome
_theblue: its like being fated to leave your house through the door
_theblue: but deciding, fuck that, and jumping out of the window instead
_theblue: you might get hurt, but nothing stopped you right
_theblue: of course you could argue that the point was to get you outside
_theblue: but shhhhhhhh, in that case, just say you lock yourself in your room
_theblue: ...I guess it's a matter of whether or not free will exists all in all. But believe me, we're PCs, not NPCs. Doubt there's some invisible code we all have to follow.
GoldenHeroine: I see, just wanted to see what u'll answer would be
GoldenHeroine: ...
GoldenHeroine: hey liv
GoldenHeroine: during these dreams of yours
GoldenHeroine: have u ever felt 'awake'?
_theblue: well
_theblue: during the last one my body got involved
_theblue: woke up reaching for something
_theblue: guess that means it felt pretty real lol
_theblue: ...Also made me not want to go back
_theblue: So kinda yeah, kinda nah...
GoldenHeroine: Interesting...
GoldenHeroine: Well don't worry I was just confirming something.
GoldenHeroine: Wanted to be all mysterious and spoopy to match the music
GoldenHeroine: hahaha
GoldenHeroine: I think my butler will drag me to at least eat something now.
GoldenHeroine: u should eat too Liv
_theblue: Eating is indeed important
_theblue: Was contemplating just passing out on the keyboard, but that's bad for the back
_theblue: And even if just a bit, I did cut some of the vegetables
_theblue: might as well make an appearance downstairs
_theblue: don't make the butler drag you, go get something to eat on your own!
_theblue: Not eating won't help the headaches you know~
_theblue: But yeah, imma run I guess
_theblue: if I don't come back, it's because I passed out on the stairs or something
GoldenHeroine: Try to not bash your head on the stairs you dumbass
GoldenHeroine: Who do u think will have to nurse you back to health
GoldenHeroine: the bashing might do ur brain some good tho :V
_theblue: hey now
_theblue: who do you think the nurse in this relationship is?
_theblue: it's me, definitely me
_theblue: i'll be sure to take my falls gracefully, the doc can't go down
GoldenHeroine: suuure
GoldenHeroine: who do u think nursed you when u nearly chopped ur hand in half when u were trying to learn how to cook
GoldenHeroine: and summoned the best 100 doctors in the country
GoldenHeroine: and like 50 foreign ones
GoldenHeroine: and prepared a transplant
GoldenHeroine: and might've called my family's gov contacts
GoldenHeroine: ... now that I think about it it might've been a slight exaggeration
_theblue: its okay
_theblue: i could feel the love in every panicked phone call
_theblue: but still!
_theblue: I'm the first one on the scene after the fights!
_theblue: Admittedly because I may or may not have been in them too
_theblue: But that's not important
_theblue: Important thing is, first aid rights are mine xD
GoldenHeroine: Yeah I'll give u that
GoldenHeroine: If I'm the one doing the first aid I can't be the one doing the punching
_theblue: gotta keep the DPS up yeah
_theblue: actually no
_theblue: talk command probably works too! >.>
GoldenHeroine: meh
GoldenHeroine: if the jocks in our school weren't human trash I wouldn't be doing so much punching
_theblue: it's true
_theblue: i daily lament the human to garbage ratio of the jocks
_theblue: one day karma will come
_theblue: ...well, don't take that as encouragement!
_theblue: when the high school years end, they'll suddenly find themselves on the bottom of society's ladder
_theblue: OTK
GoldenHeroine: yeah well
GoldenHeroine: I confess it might be because I read too much superhero comics
GoldenHeroine: alas
GoldenHeroine: I won't have the time to launch into an elaborate rant about Superman's wonders
GoldenHeroine: although I really should take more of my posters up to the room I got in your house lol
GoldenHeroine: butler's lifting me with one arm and carrying me to dinner
_theblue: woah
_theblue: one arm?!
_theblue: man...
_theblue: butlers are no joke...
_theblue: guess that's my sign to go too tho

And with that, the nightly meeting seemed like it was over. There had been parts of it that had been stranger than usual... The philosophy sections, while not unheard of, didn't usually go on for so long, but even so...

Olivia felt a bit better.

Standing up, stretching, calling out for Den and walking downstairs with the dog, the atmosphere just felt a bit lighter, even if the only real change had been inside of her perspective. Dinner was the same as usual, but having crashed a lot over the past week, it had been a bit since she had been able to talk and eat along with her parents instead of finding a ready-to-be-microwaved plate in the refrigerator. Den begged with his eyes, which he knew was wrong, and Dog and Master stared at each other for some time before she gave in and flicked some of the meat his way.

Her eyes got heavier as the meal went on, but her face remained the same.

Even so, mom noticed, and eventually she was sent back up to her room to sleep. She didn't really resist, wandering back upstairs in the beginnings of a haze, the dog still at her side. Back in the room, she closed the window, not wanting to wake up sick, and then she clicked the screen of her computer monitor off, falling back onto the mattress, crawling up to the pillows, and listening for the sound of her canine guardian taking his usual napping spot next to her bed.

It was surprisingly easy, today.

The insomnia wasn't so bad, or maybe she had just finally managed to not care about the possibility of nightmares.

Dreams were also a possibility after all.

Either way.

Not thinking too hard about anything, Olivia Grace closes her eyes with purpose, and, for the first time in ages, falls asleep without a struggle.

But what will she see...?

The odds of a nightmare... Are much greater than those of a dream.

**Mormarth** · October 14th, 2016, 08:48 PM

Clyde Madison
Madison Estate – Living Room
Thursday 7th of November – 7:05 PM

Elizabeth smiled, expected, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dad move his head slightly, the slight tilting and raising of his head.

Approval.

Something deep down inside me wriggled, like a loose, writhing snake.

Nngh.

I felt my face burn, and I jerked my head to one side, earnestly wishing I still had my hat.

I needed to hide my face.

Nothing appeared, and I silently bemoaned my misfortune to anything that was listening.

None of them answered, assholes.

I mumbled quietly and listened as they continued.

"So, too much weight on the line to let it go, but they ain't letting you pull the catch out and have a look."

So they're just stuck there in the fighting chair, no way out.

I didn't quite know what to do with my face when Ophelia was mentioned, so I just kinda looked stoic as best I could.

Insufferable little punk, I guess I was glad she was coming back.

I fixed my eyes on Dad, "You, well, do what ya gotta, I guess. I mean, I dunno."

I shuffled in place.

"Was, wassa good talk, yeah."

I slurred my way to an intent to leave the conversation, I didn't really have much else to say and I was getting more awkward by the minute.

Why couldn't I just pretend to be an ass like I did when I was Not Here.

**RacingeR** · October 14th, 2016, 09:21 PM

Minnesota Flatts
Bulnei Apartments, 5^th Floor – Minnie’s Room
Thursday 7^th of November – 7:06 PM

“Mmmh yeah lately you haven’t been looking very well, you were kinda pale and sleepy all week.” She said, then peered at your face. “I think you should go to a doctor just to make sure!” she concluded.

You didn’t know very well what to answer with this outpouring of endless goodwill, and the silence hung awkwardly for a few moments.

However, Maddie was very obviously well acquainted with social situations, and she smoothly broke the silence. “Alright, its late and I gotta prepare dinner… so see ya later, Minnie. Take care of yourself, kay?”

And thus she was gone, leaving you confused and alone, drowning into an ocean of niceness.

**RacingeR** · October 14th, 2016, 09:37 PM

Clyde Madison
Madison Estate – Living Room
Thursday 7th of November – 7:10 PM

“Hmm, yeah, a good talk.” Clyde Madison Sr. sort of wiggled in place, looking kinda awkward, face still stony and stoic, but actually not looking at his son, definitely not knowing how to handle the situation.

And Elizabeth Madison, looking like she was trying to contain the laughter, quickly introduced an exit to the conversation. “I think we should start making dinner, dear.”

“Hm, yes, it looks like it is getting late indeed, I guess I should cook one of the Dad Specials for once.” Normally it was Elizabeth who made the food, it was that or takeout dinners, but for some reason your father had decided to cook today, for some reason. Perhaps to compensate the fact that he’d be away for a few days. Wait, this could only mean…

Oh god. Not the Pink Apron of Doom.

You fled to your room upstairs.

**Mormarth** · October 15th, 2016, 12:51 AM

Clyde Madison
Madison Estate – Living Room
Thursday 7th of November – 7:10 PM

I fled to my room, seeking refuge away from the accursed apron, lest I be forced to confront the horrible truth of reality with my own eyes.

Dad's cooking was like sausages, you liked the end product and tried not to think about how it got there.

I shuddered.

I closed the door just slowly enough it wouldn't be considered slamming and clung to its frame, breathing a breath of relief now that I was within my own domain.

God I sounded like such a nerd.

I snatched my hat from its place on its hook and sat down at my desk, cracking my back as I reclined back easily in the office chair, I had the laptop for get-up-and-go type stuff, but it was always more satisifyin' to sit in front of a big rig, like those guys who ride around on their hogs, or pick-ups.

Maybe I was compensating, I dunno.

I reached back into the labyrinthine rat's nest that was the depths of the space under my desk, flailed around a bit, and slapped against the stable tower of my desktop.

Using it as a guideline, I reached the front, and booted up my desktop, figuring I might as well see what people've been up to in my absence.

**hero** · October 15th, 2016, 01:51 PM

Julia Miles
Miles Residence – Julia’s Room
Thursday 7^th of November – 6:56 PM

Chatlog

N0scope: k Im here
N0scope: what game do you want to play
N0scope: just saying Im not going to play Blazred again
N0scope: that game sucks and is for babbies who like animu
N0scope: and for lily I guess
Phoenix: So mean! Anime is not that bad, you know?
Phoenix: I bet you don't want to play cause you're not so good at it like other games
Phoenix: But it's fine.
Phoenix: So long as it's not one of your fps games, I'm game for anything.
N0scope: f u
N0scope: well uhhh lemme look
N0scope: I was gonna investigate that weird app al sent me
N0scope: but i guess i can delay that
N0scope: do u have dks in ur steam?
Phoenix: Ah, that one rpg where you are supposed to die a lot, right?
Phoenix: I have it, but I haven't gotten very far =3=
Phoenix: It's so big, it's easy to get lost
Phoenix: Dx
N0scope: well fuck lets go do some jolly cooping then
N0scope: i'll guide ur ass through the game
N0scope: i'll teach u how to stab bosses in the dick
N0scope: and spank ganks
N0scope: do try to not get confused and spank a boss in the dick tho
N0scope: i don't think they'd like it
Phoenix: Lol
Phoenix: Yay for getting a guide!
Phoenix: but it's not like I want more than that =3=
Phoenix: it gets boring if someone suddenly tells you all the secrets!
Phoenix: ... I think I'll pass on spanking bosses anywhere, just to be sure.
N0scope: sure, i'll just give u a guided tour of the dankest memes in the place
N0scope: ur before sen's right
N0scope: my sixth gamer sense tells me that
N0scope: everyone's always just before sen's and that shitty bridge of doom
N0scope: c'mon, summon me, i'll show u an amazing chest later after sen's, im sure u'll love it
Phoenix: Ah, chests are rare in this game~!
Phoenix: Maybe I'll find a better piece of armor?
Phoenix: Being covered by undead garments is not as cool as I initially thought it would be
Phoenix: I take way too much damage
Phoenix: [...] There! Summoning complete!
N0scope: i'm sure you'd wish you had that chestpiece :^)
N0scope: alright, lets get this show on the road

Together, our avatars venture into the merciless realm of Dark Souls. It quickly becomes apparent that this will not be what a player usually calls a 'normal cooperative session'. After falling for every trap, making every mistake imaginable and rolling straight into pitfalls, it becomes clear that either the game is really good at keeping us dead, or we're simply too bad at it to stay alive for longer than two minutes. After dying about thirty times average on each zone, we reach the area boss, or rather the area bosses. Unlike us, the two of them work in unison, despite each having their own individual strengths and weakneses. Apparently, there is an order in which each should be killed in order to make the battle a lot easier, but end up messing up that as well, and the resulting 'second stage boss', nearly gets us both killed.

After all is said and done, I finally exhale and let all of my exhaustion manifest. I have to admit that, even though it was pretty frustrating to get through the entire stage, I had way too much fun dying to stupid things and, more importantly, see Jack die in the most ridiculous ways. Overall, an experience I wouldn't mind repeating.

Chatlog

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Julia Miles
Miles Residence – Julia’s Room
Thursday 7^th of November – 10:06 PM

chatlog

Truth is, It's pretty late and I'm getting hungry. I should at least go take a look to see how's dinner doing, and if it is not underway, cook something myself. I'll see what I do with that weird app after that.

**RacingeR** · October 15th, 2016, 03:17 PM

Clyde Madison
Madison Estate – Clyde’s Room
Thursday 7th of November – 7:30 PM

As your computer booted up, you finally let yourself fall on your seat, feeling haggard and tired, your eyes weighing heavily. The strange dreams had been disquieting, but today it had been more tiring than usual. You could probably survive until dinner, but after that, you were going down.

Like you had suspected, there had been little to no activity in the chat, apart from Tinker messaging you, which you probably hadn’t noticed before while you were busy tooling around your usual websites. Group activity had died down a lot after last month, when everyone seemed to be having their own private battles and issues to deal with, and Wil had remained somewhat unreachable. You wondered if the strange electricity you could fill running through your veins meant that something new would start within the group.

Putting those thoughts aside, you opened the window with Tinker.

Chatlog

How mysterious.

**Mormarth** · October 15th, 2016, 11:49 PM

Clyde Madison
Madison Estate – Clyde’s Room
Thursday 7th of November – 7:30 PM

I picked a piece of gum out from the usual drawer and chewed placidly as my beast of a computer finished its waking rumblings, the strong cinnamon flavoring stung at my mouth pleasantly as I made my way through the routine.

Closing all of those pop-up programs, mimimizing that anti-virus thing I made sure to get after the last funny joke had me being serenaded by a poor impersonation of the late great Freddie Mercury.

I will take many things, but don't y'all go fucking with Queen.

I meandered around doing a check-up on my various interests, a couple new videos to watch later, some stuff to write for (still had a bit more to go on that paper, too), and last but not least, I booted up the chat client to see what was what.

I frowned curiously as I flicked through Al's message, Dream Weave?

Swear to god if it's some weird porn thing again I'm gonna shoot him in the ass.

With a paintball, relax.

6:15, huh? Guess I must've been on the ride home.

Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

I puttered around a bit, clicked on the passive app a couple of times, just to make sure it didn't freeze up or anything.

Guess I'll screw around with games for a bit, eat dinner, then just see what comes up.

Didn't want to bother with having a nap, for all of Dad's horrible apron, he worked just as well as he did anywhere else, so it'd be ready in the next thirty minutes or so.

**Sei** · October 18th, 2016, 06:55 PM

Tiera Artemis
Artemis Residence - Tiera's Room
Thursday, November 7th - Sunset

After a long day of boring schoolwork and chatting with friends, I'm finally able to return home and taste a little bit of peace and quiet. A nice little thing I like to call solitude.

Strollin' through the doorway, the first thing I do is close the door behind myself. With this little action, my room becomes its own little world. The sounds of ma messin' around in the kitchen die off into the background- giving the illusion that I'm the only one here. With nothing else but the sound of my own footsteps to accompany me, I go about my daily rituals. Strippin' down, putting on a fresh pair of pajamas, turning on the computer, and opening the blinds. Having nothing else to do, I lazily look off into space as the evening sunlight quietly floods the room.

What should I do now?

I ask myself the same question every day.

Should I watch some TV? Browse the internet? Or maybe just nap until dinner is ready?

I try desperately to come up with something to entertain myself, but nothing sticks. So (after spacing out for who knows how long) I eventually find myself sitting in front of my computer, staring at the Nyx chat client. Though I can't exactly recall how I came across this place, its always been something that has helped me alleviate the day to day boredom. And seeing how I don't really have anything else interesting to do, I might as well see if anyone is on.

Quickly scrolling through the list of online users, I glance at the clock. I guess Wil is still up to something, but I can't imagine what it is. But given her personality, it wouldn't surprise me if she was still out and about. So, with my first choice gone, I click the name GoldenHeroine and open up a private chat.

Atra: Hey. Anybody home?

**Katie** · October 20th, 2016, 06:14 PM

Minnesota Flatts
Bulnei Apartments, 5^th Floor – Minnie’s Room
Thursday 7^th of November – 7:07 PM

If anything else, Minnie is confused, and with a dreary sigh, she closes the door to her apartment. She glances at her phone, decides she just doesn’t care about providing an adequate reply to either of them, and trawls her way to her desktop, extracting this new bullshit program.

Nothing happened. A brief check in Task Manager meant it was loading, but this wait time was disgusting.

Chatlog – n0scope

**RacingeR** · November 2nd, 2016, 01:46 AM

Julia Miles
Miles Residence – Julia’s Room
Thursday 7^th of November – 11:00 PM

Dinner had been quick yet uneventful. You had talked with your dad about your respective days, and after quickly washing the dishes, you had returned to your room. Your head felt heavy, and your eyes burned. You didn’t feel like doing much else, and soon enough, you ended up in your bed, barely managing to change into your sleeping clothes before drowsiness got the better of you.

The last you saw before closing your eyes was the window of your room, slightly ajar to let the breeze in. For a moment you thought you saw something there, but a second look revealed nothing, and your eyes were too heavy and…

You fell asleep.

Clyde Madison
Madison Estate – Clyde’s Room
Thursday 7th of November – 9:30 PM

Dinner in family had been pleasant, for once, if rather awkward. You hadn’t really communicated that much, but it was a pleasant change for the normal cold dinners involving mostly take-over and loud TV to fill in the silence. You hadn’t protested much over having to wash the dishes, mostly because you didn’t want to see what kind of horrible outfit your dad would whip out for such a task.

However, by the time you came back to your room, you felt extremely tired, and quickly decided to go sleep. As you laid in your bed, and felt the darkness overtaking you, you felt something strange. The pulse running through your veins, less like the flow of blood and more like the strike of a thunderbolt, a discharge of lightning that made your adrenaline shot up like you were being chased by a predator. A wave of excitement overcame you, and you could almost feel the change happening, coming from you, crack of thunder in your ears.

Excitement and sleepiness fought against each other for a brief moment, and then drowsiness won.

Minnesota Flatts
Bulnei Apartments, 5^th Floor – Minnie’s Room
Thursday 7^th of November – 7:09 PM

Chatlog – n0scope

You blinked. That didn’t leave you much to do, especially because Dave had stopped replying as well. So you decided to just tool around on the internet.

You had only spent about half an hour at it, when you suddenly started feeling your limbs and your head very heavy. Your body fell, as if you suddenly had lost the ability to prop yourself up and your face slammed against the keyboard. You were sleepy, this much was true, but you weren’t THIS sleepy before. With one last titanic effort, you managed to move your head up slightly, and you saw the time in your computer’s clock.

11:00 PM.

What the hell. What had happened with your time and why were there words appearing in your computer’s screen, words that weren’t there before, coming from a window you didn’t remember opening?

“YOU ARE DOOMED. YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS.”

…

“ENJOY YOUR NIGHTMARES”

Your eyes closed.

You dreamed.

David Baudelaire
Baudelaire Estate – Dave’s Room
Thursday 7^th of November – 7:11

You definitely had the intention of getting up from your chair (your body felt suddenly very light, for some reason) and stumbling to your bed and then taking a nap. You really wanted to do that.

But you didn’t do that because you looked towards your window and had to blink in surprise.

You didn’t remember it being night already.

And there was definitely something in your window. Not just a vague shadow barely seen under the trees of the forest or merely the breeze that seemed to blow so insistently in this part of the city moving the leaves into strange shapes. No, you were seeing, within the darkness outside your window, two big eyes, of the purest white except for a black dot in the center of each eye, something belonging to a thing much bigger than you were.

Two big white, monstrous eyes, staring straight at you.

**Frantic Author** · November 2nd, 2016, 03:43 AM

David Baudelaire
Baudelaire Estate - Dave's Room
Thursday 7^th of November – 7:11

Dave was uniquely suited to dealing with monsters.

He had spent the majority of his life learning of them, having spent so much time with his father's absurdity, deposited into his home and his life. He was the only person he knew who had this much time and knowledge of the monstrosities that lurk beyond the curtain of reality.

It was light, his corpse. Because his father had imparted such knowledge onto him, Dave knew that the only term for a human who met a monster was a corpse. Not yet deceased, but inenviably and inevitably to be so. He stared at two white eyes that roamed into his room, a single empty hole in the middle of each of them, and thought of nothing; a blank slate where there would otherwise be quips and witticisms that always roamed his mind, his mouth open and nothing coming out.

An idle thought crossed his mind, a statement the Maid had once said to him with her unblinking eyes and absolute sincerity -

"A monster, Young Master, is a person's fears encapsulated into a being."

Dave didn't really believe her at the time, and less so now. The thing before him was nothing he'd feared - it simply was. It existed because it had reason to, and he did not.

Dave's lips were dry. Too dry. He licked them, staring at a thing larger then life itself, in a window that was open.

He reached out with shaking hands to shut the window, before drawing them back. Admitting his fear was something impossible, and he couldn't help it; a remark left his mouth.

"Never was a fan of the moon, thanks for eating it. Tides are just kind of unnecessary, with all the going back and forth and shit."

Really, he couldn't control his own mouth.

"It's just useless, right? The moon. Always being used in poems for the fucking wrong reasons; who cares if it's pretty or whatever? It's a rock in the sky, horrible monster outside of my window. Fuck the moon."

A poem would be composed in honor of how fucking stupid he was.

"A poem, if you will - 'The moon is white, like your skin or whatever / so that makes the two of us birds of a feather' . Fucking useless ass moon, just looming in the sky being pretty and shit."

He touched the sides of the window.

"But hey, it's not like you're doing anything that interesting either, being all creepy as fuck. You just kind of sit there, being mildly terrifying. Not very good at the whole monster biz, are you? I can give you some tips, if you want."

He closed it. He looked outside.

The eyes didn't move.

**RacingeR** · November 13th, 2016, 01:11 AM

David Baudelaire
Baudelaire Estate – Dave’s Room
Thursday 7^th of November – First Phase

There was a moment of silence as a staredown happened, one between you and the giant eye behind the window, a long moment that was nonetheless interrupted by a deep, rumbling laughter that sounded as if the monster was laughing at your words, laughing at you and everything you were.

Then, the eye disappeared.

You found yourself involuntarily letting your breath go in relief, the feeling of dread and anger disappearing, the terrible vision have gone away-

The window literally exploded, raining crystals over you and making you immediately draw away from it as the wall visibly cracked and combed over, as if a massive pressure was being exerted over it. You found yourself, you didn’t know how, near your bed, toppled over, your back resting on the floor as you saw the frame of your window literally explode as a shadowy limb penetrated through it. It was a mangled, deformed, roiling pillar of darkness that entered through your window and that ended in a hand, something you could only describe as an arm, even if it barely resembled one.

The arm managed to pass through the window-hole until the elbow, which got stuck there. The walls cracked and combed further, but somehow they resisted, the old manor creaking audibly under the weight of the monster. The massive hand searched around what it could reach of your room for a brief moment, making a mess of that side of the room, before finally pulling back and disappearing.

Sinister laughter resounded again, and then disappeared, this time for good. However, you paid no attention to it, your eyes instead centered on the ceiling, where writing that hadn’t been there before had appeared, written in a vaguely familiar handwriting. The two lines said:

“yes you’re dreaming you awful moron”

“try to not die”

Olivia Grace
Grace Residence – Olivia's Room
Thursday 7^th of November – First Dream, First Phase

Something slithered in the darkness.

It went up the stairs, silently, moving through the darkness, weaving through the shadows, curving through the hallways. It advanced slowly, but steadily, writhing under your door with ease, passing through the room, shrouded in darkness.

Den didn’t detect it, the dog peacefully sleeping as it passed through, ignoring the canine and crawling upwards to the bed. You felt the weight over your body as it moved, towards your face…

You opened your eyes, and screamed.

You found yourself having fallen over from the bed and against the floor, having hit your knees rather badly during the fall. Your bedsheet was still halfways wrapped around you, and both it and your shirt and pajamas combo was drenched in sweat. You shuddered slightly, looking around, disconcerted.

Your dog was nowhere to be found, which didn’t surprise you at all, given that you knew you were dreaming… yet somehow, you were awake inside your dream. No, this just felt too real to be your normal dream, but you couldn’t explain why everything was so different here. For one, the atmosphere had changed to a strange one, one that made you tremble slightly, as if it was loaded with danger. And the air was extremely humid and uncomfortable, almost cringeworthily so. It was dark, but not pitch dark like at night, but rather dark as if the sun was being blotted out by a thick raincloud at noon. The responsibility for that, however, seemed to fall on the deep gray mist you could see clinging to your window.

The dream you had before this was almost as disconcerting, if not more so. When you had opened your eyes, you had seen… yourself, or at least you had seen your face, except it had been twisted in a nightmarish grimace and your eyes had been bloodshot… that was when you had screamed and you had woken up here.

Clyde Madison
Madison Estate – Clyde’s Room
Thursday 7th of November – First Dream, First Phase

You twisted around in your dream, sweating profusely as visions assaulted your tired mind, one after the other. And you didn’t have any strength left to reject them, to resist them, to draw them away so you could sleep peacefully.

You saw two figures dancing around each other, slashing at each other, under a blazing red moon. You saw a figure with six arms and three heads fighting two humans at the same time, swords flashing as it impaled one of them. You saw a horror crawl through the roof of a house, letting out a chittering laughter. You saw a dark colossus, so immense that it blotted the sky out. You saw many flashes of people speaking, some you recognized, others that you didn’t. You saw the blazing red moon shinning over a strange land, and you knew it meant fatality.

And finally, you opened your eyes and sat on your bed. Your stepsister entered the room and told you the storm was coming.

You blinked.

You were… awake, as awake as one could be inside the most realistic dream ever. Was this how lucid dreaming felt like?

Looking around your room, everything was the same, except for the… red light? that poured out the window in droves, except for a carpet in a corner of the room you couldn’t remember being there before and… the messages.

One, in the wall in front of your bed, was completely scratched out, looking as if someone (something, said a small voice in your mind) had carefully erased a string of letters, which now were nearly impossible to notice through the scratches. The other was on the floor and read “don’t go to the attic”.

Lumina Aurora
Aurora Residence – Luna’s Room
Thursday 7^th of November – First Dream, First Phase

It was cold. It was very cold. You shuddered in your bed, dreaming of white shadows wearing black masks, dancing around you and singing a strange song that made you afraid, a dirge that sounded like a threat and made you scared. You tried to move and escape but your limbs were tied, and suddenly you were inside a suffocating space, walls enclosing you and letting you see nothing, the darkness shaking around as the walls vibrated and a rumbling was heard from below, and you were almost asphyxiating here…

You woke up, inside the dream.

This place… was your room. Definitely, it was your room looking exactly as you had left it, except for the bags, which are over the desk. It was extremely cold, a draft of cold air entering through your window and making you shudder. A pure white light was coming from the outside, but you didn’t entertain it much, because what was at the exact center of your room captured the entirety of your attention.

It was a cat. A cat whose hair was of the very exact strange color of your hair, whom nobody was able to tell if it was a strange shade of pale pink, or just white. It looked very fluffy, but also made impossible to tell what race it was, as its size was also average for a cat. It stared directly at you, too distinctly intelligent eyes (also of your color) meeting yours.

It meowed and purred, as if welcoming you, as if you had been away for a long time.

Alice Levitts
Levitts Residence – Alice’s Room
Thursday 7^th of November – First Dream, First Phase

The wind ruffled the leaves of the trees as you walked through them, still in your pajamas, shuddering once in a while as the cold air of the night washed over you. You had never been to the old woods, your parents had always forbidden you from going there, and you had heard enough about them to never consider going despite the prohibition, however you were able to tell these were the old woods. The trees creaked menacingly, and you almost felt they were watching you with hostility. However, nothing happened as you followed what seemed to be an old path carved in the forest’s ground.

At the end of the path, there was a wooden cabin. You approached it, a nervous feeling rising increasingly within you as you walked. You felt naked and vulnerable, as suddenly you wished to pull back, to not be here anymore, to just run away from the menacing cabin and the secrets it held within, but you couldn’t. You were drawn inexorably towards the door, and you watched with horror as your hand rose towards the door and knocked one, two, three times.

With the third knock, the door opened, and an old woman shrouded in darkness said “Welcome. I’ve been waiting for you”.

You woke up with a start, rolling out of your bed and falling head first to the floor, causing pain to shoot through your whole body. Your cat wasn’t here, and judging from the state of your covers, thrown around everywhere, and the fact that you had nearly pried yourself out of your pajamas, you had been moving a lot during your sleep. Well, you were still sleeping… or at least you thought so. The air was strangely cold and still here, and it was pitch black. In fact, it was so dark that you barely could see anything farther than your hand, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe. You couldn’t shake off a terrible feeling of wrongness.

There was a scratching sound against your door.

Julia Miles
Miles Residence – Julia’s Room
Thursday 7^th of November – First Dream, First Phase

You were running. It was chasing. You sped around a corner. It followed. You felt its eyes on your back, and you jumped over the obstacle, not sparing a single glance to it as you ran through the hallway. It ran after you, making a loud noise as it smashed the table apart with its frenzied pursuit. You rammed through a door, passed through an unfamiliar room, and kicked another one except to feel it was closed, much to your consternation. You threw your weight against it, only to be rejected backwards by the solid wooden door, and then you heard steps behind you. You turned around, full of horror…

… and woke up.

You had been woken up by a disturbing sound, a song of some sorts, but when you looked around you saw nothing that could’ve caused it. You were in your room, inside the dream (could this even be called a dream?), having suddenly sat up on your bed. The room looked rather… messy, as if a tornado had gone through it, throwing most of your stuff around. Your clothes were spread around everywhere; your books were lying in piles… at least your electronics had been left untouched, but everything else had been affected.

A warm wind entered through the window, from where daylight was streaming from, illuminating your room.

Minnesota Flatts
Bulnei Apartments, 5^th Floor – Minnie’s Room
Thursday 7^th of November – First Dream, First Phase

You didn’t have any dream. Instead, you outright just woke up with your face over your keyboard, having drooled slightly over it. You shuddered as you lifted your head from your computer. The strange window you had seen when you fell asleep had disappeared, although DreamWeave’s button on the start bar seemed to be blinking, but you let it rest for now.

A few days ago you had a dream, like this one, which had been rather lucid. You had gone out of your apartment, into the darkness, and something had spoken to you from the shadows, spooking you out and making you bolt out back to your apartment. You had forgotten said dream until now, because this one was exactly like that. It was dark, with a faint light coming out the windows, faintly illuminating the apartment, which was just like you had left it before. Except for the writing in a startlingly familiar handwriting, which resembled yours but couldn’t truly be yours because you had never written this.

“be a dear and don’t open the door” said one written, appropriately enough, on the door.

“they can smell you” said one on the wall.

“use the stair thingies out the window when you want to go out” said one near said window.

You blinked. Then you thought you heard a sound, but it could just be your imagination.

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