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fuckthistown2019-01-23 12:34 pm
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Test Drive Meme #1
TEST DRIVE MEME
In my restless dreams,
I see that town.
Silent Hill.
You promised me you'd take me
there again someday.
I see that town.
Silent Hill.
You promised me you'd take me
there again someday.
I. Public Records - Daytime
If you want to find out more about the strange town you’re in, why not check the Public Records building?
There’s no one at the guard post, and there’s no one at the desks, so you’re free to look through all the filing cabinets you can find. Some are full of petty complaints sent in about this person not cutting their grass short enough or that person letting their dog out without a leash, and there are meticulous records of replies. Others are full of blueprints of different buildings, buildings that exist and buildings that don’t. Others still have police reports, and there seems to be a suspicious number of reports about abused and disappeared children, and dealers selling hallucinogens to tourists. All those complaints are found unsubstantiated or tragic accidents. Nothing to be done about it.
Deeper in the filing rooms, so far deep that you can’t see the sun from the windows anymore, there’s one filing cabinet that smells like charred flesh and smoke with a tiny, childlike black handprint pressed to its surface. The filing cabinets around it are full of messages to you, messages from loved ones that may or may not be alive anymore. There’s no way to open the cabinet with a handprint on it. No way to look through it. If you fiddle with it too long, you’ll start getting a dreadful feeling of being watched by someone very, very unhappy.
If you want to find out more about the strange town you’re in, why not check the Public Records building?
There’s no one at the guard post, and there’s no one at the desks, so you’re free to look through all the filing cabinets you can find. Some are full of petty complaints sent in about this person not cutting their grass short enough or that person letting their dog out without a leash, and there are meticulous records of replies. Others are full of blueprints of different buildings, buildings that exist and buildings that don’t. Others still have police reports, and there seems to be a suspicious number of reports about abused and disappeared children, and dealers selling hallucinogens to tourists. All those complaints are found unsubstantiated or tragic accidents. Nothing to be done about it.
Deeper in the filing rooms, so far deep that you can’t see the sun from the windows anymore, there’s one filing cabinet that smells like charred flesh and smoke with a tiny, childlike black handprint pressed to its surface. The filing cabinets around it are full of messages to you, messages from loved ones that may or may not be alive anymore. There’s no way to open the cabinet with a handprint on it. No way to look through it. If you fiddle with it too long, you’ll start getting a dreadful feeling of being watched by someone very, very unhappy.
II. Midwich Elementary School - Nightmare
Sirens cut through the night, and the fog lifts, only to be replaced by darkness. The floor glows like embers, linoleum peeling back to reveal rusted wires, like the floor is a catwalk instead of the bottom of a school. The walls are too hot to touch, and they glow with words scratched on their surface as if with a burning hot knife.
Witch
Go home
Drop dead
Terrible things spill from the classrooms. Tiny, childlike creatures, blackened entirely save for veins of red heat breaking the surface of their skin like lava. They turn their faceless heads towards the nearest living creature and shriek, sprinting towards them with arms outstretched, intending to tackle them in a blistering, suffocating bear hug.
Sirens cut through the night, and the fog lifts, only to be replaced by darkness. The floor glows like embers, linoleum peeling back to reveal rusted wires, like the floor is a catwalk instead of the bottom of a school. The walls are too hot to touch, and they glow with words scratched on their surface as if with a burning hot knife.
Witch
Go home
Drop dead
Terrible things spill from the classrooms. Tiny, childlike creatures, blackened entirely save for veins of red heat breaking the surface of their skin like lava. They turn their faceless heads towards the nearest living creature and shriek, sprinting towards them with arms outstretched, intending to tackle them in a blistering, suffocating bear hug.
III. Toluca Lake - Daytime
Starvation is looming. Anything perishable has rotted, and non-perishables have been devoured. What is there to do?
Well, there’s always the lake.
It stands to reason that there are fish in the lake. The tourist pamphlets in the hotels advertise fishing trips, after all. But on the docks, someone has drawn in chalk a terrible picture. It’s a childlike drawing of the bottom of the lake with hundreds of hands reaching up to the surface, hundreds of hands of the dead reaching to take the living down with them.
Maybe it’s a warning. Maybe it’s just a taunt to get people keyed up. Either way, there’s a fishing boat docked with a fishing pole ready to go. Good luck.
Starvation is looming. Anything perishable has rotted, and non-perishables have been devoured. What is there to do?
Well, there’s always the lake.
It stands to reason that there are fish in the lake. The tourist pamphlets in the hotels advertise fishing trips, after all. But on the docks, someone has drawn in chalk a terrible picture. It’s a childlike drawing of the bottom of the lake with hundreds of hands reaching up to the surface, hundreds of hands of the dead reaching to take the living down with them.
Maybe it’s a warning. Maybe it’s just a taunt to get people keyed up. Either way, there’s a fishing boat docked with a fishing pole ready to go. Good luck.
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"Have you seen any movement in the water?" He asked, moving towards the very end now. Look, he can work with this. Maybe.
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"I haven't, no. Doesn't mean there isn't something there, though. The town's -- " Waylon gestures vaguely behind him. "On fire and we're all trapped here for God knows what reason. If I can't see it, I don't trust it."
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He stood there a moment, wishing he had a god damn cigar to smoke. "We're all trapped here, and there's no food in the stores or homes. I don't trust anything here worth a damn, but people are going to need to eat. That includes you and me. We can try fishing off the end, but I have a feeling that's going to be too easy."
This place liked to make things hard to manage.
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His shoulders sag and he nods. "We can take turns. Keeping the boat tied to the dock sounds like a safer idea than just letting it float. That way if we need to get out fast, one can pull while the other one rows."
In all the -- fuckery that has gone on, niceties have sort of gone out the door, but Waylon offers his hand, at least. "Waylon. Park. Nice to have a partner, this time around."
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"So that leads us to who goes out first." He had no problem with it either way. He'd leave it up to the guy, for what he felt bravest for.
Ah, but niceties were always forgotten, with this one. He took the offered hand and gave it a firm shake. "Logan. Good to meet you. Have you been in this situation before?"
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As to who goes out first, Logan seems fairly confident in his abilities to both fish and defend himself.
So he gestures to the boat with a shrug. "I'll let you go first. I'll keep watch."
(ooc: Don't lie, Logan. You'd just pet the deer.)
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He had no problem with going first. Stepping back into the boat he pulled up some very bad, tattered looking rope. Yeah, this was going to break with much pressure on it. It was something at least. He tied it around a hook on the back of the boat and held the rope up to the other.
"Works fine for me. Keep a good eye out on the dock. If anything starts coming this way, I'll be back in a moment. Tie this to the dock."
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He just wants to go home. He had just started rebuilding his life with his wife, their two boys. There was no getting over what happened at Mount Massive, but he was starting to heal, at least.
And now this.
"Throw back anything that looks radioactive," is the best advice he can think to give before Logan pushes off.
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He's not sure he wants to be where he last was? but even a battle in the middle of a tower with a large robotic Samurai was better than this place.
He pushed off, snorting. "I got a weird feeling it's all going to look radioactive." But he did push so he didn't go to fast, so not to snap the rope when he got out there.
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"I've got a weird feeling you're probably right," he sighs. He moves a little away from the dock, just in order to grab a fallen branch he'd seen on the ground. It's a little unwieldy, so after a few tries he manages to snap it over his knee. Which makes it not just shorter, but pointier.
It's a start.