[. . . july showers bring august ghosts]

[sevenhorrorsmods]

Who: EVERYONE
When: August 3, wobbly hands
Where: Around the school!
What: some things happened. the school is suddenly a lot more crowded
Warnings: references to blood and bite injuries, but otherwise, non! unless you bring something to the party yourself

[August 3 stars off. . . weird.]

[The morning bell chimes at 6 a.m., as it usually does! But there appears to be a very thin layer of fog settled against the ground outside. Some of it seeps into the school's hallways, before dissipating in a few wisps of haze. Weird??]

[As the day goes on, you feel like you can hear strange whispers echoing in the air-- a voice, hissing the word miiiiiiiine over and over again. Also weird!]

[And by the time the afternoon hits, you may find yourself running into some very unwanted guests. You've been here two weeks, and this is the first time you're seeing these guys?? Where have they been??]

[By the way, the nurse's office is unlocked!]

Comments

[velluminous]

Not mind trick, then.

[ SHE HAS TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON HERE IT'S KILLING HER ]

[reapoman]

The space around us was real enough, though I'm not sure if it was created wholesale or some kind of pocket space that already existed. Puck got hit by one of the railroad crossing barriers and it did real damage.

[velluminous]

Not mind trick to mean "not real"... [ trails off, bringing her thumb to her mouth and biting down. mind trick, as in trapped elsewhere in the mind while the bodies were mauled. a fey trick. this certainly isn't that. less and less fey overall.

she doesn't like this shade to the mystery. ] Damn.

[reapoman]

[ He can practically hear the gears in her head turning while she works through this. ]

It really seems like the more we know the less we understand, doesn't it? You might want to touch base with Bombon.

[ He points out Amana, wherever she's milling around. ]

I understand she managed to communicate with the ghost of the nurse. She might have some insight.

[velluminous]

[ can hear them grinding, you mean. ]

Bombon, hm? [ Anzen's academically-minded? she notes the woman's appearance... and demeanour. ] Another time, perhaps. You are looking terrible, all.

[reapoman]

Thanks for the compliment.

[ a joke!! ]

[velluminous]

[ oya? ]

Pale as death, you.

[ but, really. ]

[reapoman]

That's just how I am normally. Grim reaper and all.

[ DOES SHE KNOW THAT? She knows it now. ]

[velluminous]

[ but does she, though? ]

I do not know this word.

[reapoman]

[ ... Oh. ]

I work for Death, ferrying the souls of the dead to the afterlife.

[velluminous]

[ ah! her expression clears, then—perhaps there is not a one-to-one comparison, but this is clear enough to her. a follower of Kelemvor might suffice to be much the same thing on Toril, for example. ]

Truly? Fascinating. You must tell me— [ er ] when you no longer linger upon this divide yourself.

[reapoman]

The worst has passed. If you have questions, you might as well ask. Better than just laying here.

[velluminous]

[ well... if he's offering... ]

How did you come into such service? It is divine calling, where I am from.

[ hardball right out of the gate ]

[reapoman]

[ Wow she really went for it, huh? ]

I was conscripted, as penance.

[velluminous]

...Mmn. Fickle creatures, godkind.

[reapoman]

They certainly are.

[ Even if he definitely deserves Death's ire. ]

Do you have a lot of experience with such entities?

[velluminous]

I am educated. I am curious. I read many books.

Not quite same thing, but so much heartache is sourced from them, it is close enough.