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sevenhorrors2025-09-05 09:04 am
sevenhorrorsmods) wrote in sevenhorrors2025-09-05 09:04 am
Entry tags:
- amana ichijiku,
- dimitri alexandre blaiddyd,
- eliza aberdeen,
- ena shinonome,
- fiorella,
- goro akechi,
- hamn,
- jij enjoji,
- klein moretti,
- koharu,
- mafuyu asahina,
- makoto edamura,
- mark grayson,
- mizi,
- nei takarai,
- nessa houghton,
- neverah valedren,
- raven,
- reno ichikawa,
- ruggie bucchi,
- sherlock holmes,
- sprezzatura vaux,
- suzuha amane,
- tifa lockhart,
- yuffie kisaragi,
- yuma kisaragi,
- zuo le
[baby it's cold outside]
Who: everyone!
When: the weekend of September 5
Where: around
What:
Warnings:
[The "staffing issues" from last weekend have seemingly resolved themselves; the food at the cafeteria is back to normal levels of mediocrity! Which is good, because something else seems to be stalking the school hallways today]
[You hear it before you see it. Footsteps that echo behind yours, perfectly in sync with every step you take. Turn around and there is no one there. . . but you do see a set of bloody footprints trailing after you. They aren't your footprints (they belong to someone's bared feet, while you're presumably wearing shoes), and they slowly vanish the longer you stare at them. Creepy! Weird!! Unsettling!!]
[But maybe not as creepy as the ghost of a hand you feel brushing against your shoulder. It's a light touch. It's a cold touch, ice flowing through your veins as it chills you from the inside out, sending your teeth chattering and your body trembling. No matter what you do, for the next 24 hours, you cannot seem to warm yourself up. Blankets don't work. Physical activity doesn't work. Hell, even a steaming hot shower back at the dorms doesn't seem to thaw you out. You're not quite hypothermic, you may be close!!]
[What does work to dispel the cold, however, is. . . . . . . . . . . body heat. Snuggling up with someone else and/or sharing a blanket will warm characters up in a pinch. Maybe it's pillow fort and/or sleepover time?? Go find a partner and take care of yourself]
[The footprint ghost will linger throughout the weekend before disappearing on Monday morning]
[ALSO PLEASE USE THIS POST FOR ANY AND ALL MINGLE THINGS EVEN IF THEY ARE NOT RELATED TO FOOTPRINT GHOST. I'M NOT THE BOSS OF YOU]
When: the weekend of September 5
Where: around
What:
Warnings:
[The "staffing issues" from last weekend have seemingly resolved themselves; the food at the cafeteria is back to normal levels of mediocrity! Which is good, because something else seems to be stalking the school hallways today]
[You hear it before you see it. Footsteps that echo behind yours, perfectly in sync with every step you take. Turn around and there is no one there. . . but you do see a set of bloody footprints trailing after you. They aren't your footprints (they belong to someone's bared feet, while you're presumably wearing shoes), and they slowly vanish the longer you stare at them. Creepy! Weird!! Unsettling!!]
[But maybe not as creepy as the ghost of a hand you feel brushing against your shoulder. It's a light touch. It's a cold touch, ice flowing through your veins as it chills you from the inside out, sending your teeth chattering and your body trembling. No matter what you do, for the next 24 hours, you cannot seem to warm yourself up. Blankets don't work. Physical activity doesn't work. Hell, even a steaming hot shower back at the dorms doesn't seem to thaw you out. You're not quite hypothermic, you may be close!!]
[What does work to dispel the cold, however, is. . . . . . . . . . . body heat. Snuggling up with someone else and/or sharing a blanket will warm characters up in a pinch. Maybe it's pillow fort and/or sleepover time?? Go find a partner and take care of yourself]
[The footprint ghost will linger throughout the weekend before disappearing on Monday morning]
[ALSO PLEASE USE THIS POST FOR ANY AND ALL MINGLE THINGS EVEN IF THEY ARE NOT RELATED TO FOOTPRINT GHOST. I'M NOT THE BOSS OF YOU]
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[ and WHOOPS, there he goes, falling right to the floor- ]
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Gh... [ YEOWCH THAT COLD FLOOR SMARTS!!!!! her skin is sticking to it... ] I'm sorry, I didn't see you....
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it's too much at once. ]
You should watch where you're g-going. [ he snaps- but it's sort of ruined by how his teeth are chattering, how his arms have come up to rub at themselves.
it's sort of like a grumpy snowman. ]
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You ran into me, too...
[ She murmurs, peeling herself from the floor with a wince and not offering a hand to him, now. ]
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the lack of hand doesn't go commented on as he gets to his feet too, still shivering. ]
Yes, well, I- [ he frowns, frustrated. ] There's no real right of way in a hallway.
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Why were you running?
[ Probably to keep up his body heat...? She'd guess, but now she feels like she should just make him explain himself for equality. ]
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but he's too cold to think straight. ]
I'm fucking freezing. [ he admits. ] But it's not working. Nothing works.