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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2022-10-22 07:42 pm

the clock tower


Happy Hallow-elevator! The clock tower event lasts between 22 October and 8 November. ICly, the tower incursion stretches around a week, and you’re welcome to have your character investigate something else, if they finish early!



THE CLOCK TOWER




ALL IS AS ALL WAS| TRIAL & NO ERRORS | THE TOWER




ALL IS AS ALL WAS

Play it cool, as Serthica’s customs officers pore over your passport papers, before grudgingly allowing you overground. Minaras, you hear, is hunting a delinquent.

Both it and Eidris fare well, with no sign of the damage that preceded the Unwinding. Locals no longer behave eerily, dragons and clockwork droids roam freely, and everyone hates taxes.

Yet perfect strangers insist they know you. Your assigned address leads to a different house. The roads, buildings and architecture look ‘lived in,’ but changed.

No one remembers the Unwinding.

Burlap mannequins sometimes watch from mirrors, windows and reflecting surfaces.

■ You might hear shifting and scratching in Eidris walls.

Minaras has doubled its bounty for a man not unlike Leonard McCoy.

Black fungal spores are found on the increasingly voluminous experiment vials, specimens and supplies thrown out by Minaras medical facilities.

■ Frail and confused, Ellethia survivor Zenobius finally awakens. A short thread is up for RNG grabs.




TRIALS & NO ERRORS

The guard troops that Eidris and Minaras assign to the Neutral Zone now protect King Thivar and High Councillor Arabella during the annual Sanctuary Reckoning trials. Both adjudicate cases that violate the ceasefire.

Prolonging the trials buys time for your companions in the clock tower.

■ Create a distraction — flood the judgement hall rooms? Fire? Illusions?

■ Pose as trial participants: perhaps you are of Eidris, and you caught this wicked Minaraian raiding your home? Mayhap this wretched man of Eidris stole your girlfriend? Wait, you’re a Minaraian who wants to kill King Thivar?

■ …organise breakouts, if Thivar or Arabella have your jailed. You are first imprisoned in makeshift Sanctuary cells — all but poorly locked, glorified closets. Get a trial sentence!

Thivar and Arabella treat the trials as a box-ticking exercise.





THE TOWER

As Eidris and Minaras play court, you can infiltrate the Neutral Zone clock tower of Vassarizhia.

■ Only token security remains. The door is unlocked.

Karsa supplies paper talismans that must be burned in the watch fire at the tower’s top level.

■ Each burned talisman amplifies the reveal spell that Karsa activates. Link a finished burning thread by 8 November to help the cause.

■ A November mod post will describe how much of Serthica’s ‘undeath’ characters can see.

■ Placing Magnus’ dragon eye before the tower’s telescope will allow characters to always see Serthica’s undeath, moving forward.




✘ ELEVATOR ETIQUETTE

Imperfect stillness dominates Vassarizhia: your footsteps do not click, words die in your mouth. The tower’s rickety gear slither silently. Your heartbeat aligns with the clock’s tick… tock.
You have the growing, gnarly certainty that you have invaded something ancient and alive.

The tower’s entryway level is large, deserted, stacked with gears. At its core is a dilapidated open elevator shaft.

A large sign says to find and pull the floor lever, if elevators stop.

■ There are two elevators. Each narrow lift can hold up to four people, crammed. The upper half of the carriage is chain-link fence, while the floors contain hatches that sometimes open mid-travel for 30 seconds. Hold on to ceiling-bound leather straps.

■ The ropes holding the elevators are thick, but tattered.

■ The elevator’s creaking squeals can awaken swarms of 1m-tall bats and bat wyverns. They rattle the lift, but ultimately withdraw.

■ The elevator can stop at as many levels as you want (or none!).

■ Beyond the second level, you feel intensely paranoid and see your companions as the persons you most hate/fear for five to 10 minutes. Reaching the top, you are tempted to cut the lift ropes of those who follow. (The ropes and elevators recover, after crashing to the bottom. )

■ On each floor, as you exit the elevator, a nearby wall shows a different scratched instruction, signed by DAVID.


LEVEL I: THE LABYRINTH| LEVEL II: THE ANCESTOR | LEVEL III: TAG! YOU’RE IT
LEVEL IV: THE ROOM WHERE NOTHING HAPPENS | LEVEL V: IT’S RAINING (AGAIN)




LEVEL I: THE LABYRINTH
CONTENT WARNING: MINOTAUR, BODY HORROR

Step into a jail maze, flooded to knee level. Confusing corridors narrow, widen and contort, while wall torches dim.

Intermittent howling reveals you’re not alone. Hiding, you see child-like chalk drawings of forest animals on walls — and a great minotaur. Keep silent.

■ David S P’s wall scrawl says, IT RUNS IN THE FAMILY.

■ Collect some of the many discarded daggers or axes. Rope bundles float in water — use them to paralyse your captive or briefly force them under your control.

■ Don’t linger in one place: rotting, bodiless hands surface to restrain you.

■ Bad news, if you swallow water when the minotaur or dead hands try to drown you: your skin stretches and bursts, while your bones pop and extend. You mutate into a half human, half woodland creature, all bloodlust. ( Inspiration, anyone? ) Your companions should still recognise you; between hazy memories and constant pain, you might struggle to remember them and even attack.

■ Morphed characters can (painfully) return to normal within minutes of re-entering the elevator.

■ A smaller and distressed three-headed minotaur also roams the labyrinth. Two of its heads sob, while the third urges you to hide with it when brother approaches. It tries to throttle you with a noose to make brother happy, if you follow. David did say.

■ The minotaur and its sibling have poor sight. They cannot enter a corridor where you’ve drawn or laid down a line.

■ Pull the lever, and a straight corridor leads you to the elevator.


TOP | LEVEL II | LEVEL III | LEVEL IV | LEVEL V




LEVEL II: THE ANCESTOR
CONTENT WARNING: GIANT SKELETON, BLOOD DRINKING

Here, only barren stone and thin rivulets of fresh water pouring from wall fountains with sharp-tipped ornaments — your spilled blood quickly infects the basins. Knives, pins and bowls have been abandoned nearby.

High pressure and vertigo overwhelm you. Follow a rhythmic heaving to where the upper half of an enormous skeleton — the Ancestor — has broken through a wall. White, silk thread fetters it. Dried blood rims its cracked mouth. Before it, the stone floor has been tarnished, up to a 5m radius.

The Ancestor appears dormant, a crown of iron thorns on its head. It clutches the lever tightly in its right hand. Above it, an engraving urges, SPILL WINE FOR YOUR ANCESTOR.

■ David S P’s elevator scrawl says, WATER TO WINE.

■ Dally staring and you feel dizzy, nauseous, depressed and compelled to share your close-death encounters. Before you know it, you are stepping into the Ancestor’s radius…

■ …where it plunges for you, if you don’t bear a filled cup. The silk ropes keep the Ancestor from reaching beyond 5m.

■ Two carvings under his fists read HONOUR THY FATHER and DISHONOUR THY MOTHER.

■ Quickly distract the Ancestor from crumbling his captives, tearing their arms or attempting to eat them.

■ The Ancestor is instinct-driven, consumed by thirst. It cannot see or smell, and only remembers taste. Sounds divert it.

■ Improvise: there is no actual wine here. Infuse water, spill blood, or vocally pretend you are delivering wine, and the Ancestor might spare you.

■ If sated, the Ancestor releases the lever.


TOP | LEVEL I | LEVEL III | LEVEL IV | LEVEL V




LEVEL III: TAG! YOU’RE IT
CONTENT WARNING: SCARECROW, SKINNED CREATURES

Enjoy pitch dark, dread and bile spreading in your gut. Take a candle from near the elevator and roam through small, unlocked rooms that feature tattered beds, strips of tanning leather and blood or wax spilled on the floor.

■ David S P’s wall scrawl says, O CATCHES IT.

■ Ahead, you see candle-bearing mannequins that dance a hora to the same song played by Jim Kirk’s music box: “Up the mountain, in the grove, hand in hand to Ke-Waihu, fresh harvest’s a treasure trove, each fall we feast anew.”

■ The creatures are patched abominations of wax, skinned flesh and burlap. In the middle of the hora is a wiry scarecrow, eyes blazing with candle fire as it points a large cleaver. In certain lights, the scarecrow’s face briefly contorts into that of your mother. It wears priestly robes that Arc III survivors may recognise from the House of Ravens.

■ As the dance finishes, you notice the lever in the middle of the circle, where flame spells out TAKE THEM, NOT ME. The game begins.

■ The abominations run, gleefully manic and screaming TAAAA~AAAAAG. YOU’RE IT! The scarecrow unflinchingly cuts them down while pursuing you. Hide in the abandoned rooms, or risk snuffing your candle to avoid detection.

■ Some abominations slap you, hold you, or alert the scarecrow. Others offer shelter. A few peel off wax skins from their limbs — showing black fungi beneath. They murmur, IT NEVER GOES AWAY.

■ Parchment strips fall from the scarecrow’s sleeves, reading, HAPPY NAME DAY, MOTHER KNOWS BEST, THE SIN RAN DEEPER THAN SKIN, IF YOU CAN BEAR IT, IT’S A GAME.

■ Bless David: draw the scarecrow into a drawn or makeshift circle to trap it.

■ Intense, paralysing fear arrests you, if the scarecrow catches you. The wax abominations chant, TAKE THEM, NOT ME. One might even take pity and move your numbed mouth to utter the words. Say them — and the scarecrow lands deep cuts on your arms, then pursues your companion.

■ If you betray someone, the abominations take the appearance of your worst version: whether physically mutated, with a temper that amplifies your worst features, or both.


TOP | LEVEL I | LEVEL II | LEVEL IV | LEVEL V




LEVEL IV: THE ROOM WHERE NOTHING HAPPENS
CONTENT WARNING: MANIPULATION, MENTAL COERCION

You enter a quiet room. The lever sits on a table, beside rope and a dagger. As you approach, your surroundings transform: perhaps your dearest dead appear to warmly welcome you. Crowds of your doubters celebrate your success. Or you are in a calm oasis, where nothing hurts.

■ David S P’s wall scrawl says, THIS DREAM IS A NIGHTMARE.

■ Whatever your deepest wishes, the room’s vivid illusions provide. With time, your beautiful dreams deteriorate into horror. Sometimes, you hear whispers of, Make a wish.

■ The room increasingly drains your life force. Within half an hour, you have gaunt flesh, brittle bones and a hunched back. Or you might feel compelled to harm yourself, clawing your arms and face, or pulling your hair out.

■ The damage comes undone minutes after reaching the elevator.

■ The room focuses on one person: if someone joins you, they see fainter echoes of what the room shows you, but they are not enthralled. They must coax or drag you away.

■ If you are under the room’s influence, it forces you to make any later intruders stay.


TOP | LEVEL I | LEVEL II | LEVEL III | LEVEL V




LEVEL V: IT’S RAINING (AGAIN)
CONTENT WARNING: PLAGUE, THE CHILD

At the tower’s open-sky top, fire crackles from a small stone pit, shielded by a familiar, immovable blood-spattered white umbrella. Nearby, discover an immense rusted telescope and other discarded astronomy tools.

You trip on rain-battered yellowed bones at every step. One skeletal hand holds a watch piece, engraved for Mr. David Sebastian Pumpkins.

■ David S P’s has only scrawled his signature.

■ You might reach the flame easily, or be overwhelmed by sickness, black fungal spores blooming on your fingers, while you cough blood and experience intense fever. The symptoms wane once you reach the fire.

■ Burn paper talismans and link finished threads to help Karsa’s spell.

■ The child with a fox mask from the Unwinding could appear. Sign up for one of three short threads, which must finalise by 3 November.


NOTES

■ Some of the bigger plot clues have been emphasised, to help navigate through the horror details.

■ You can hit up some NPCs during the trials.

■ Check out plotting posts for last-minute team-ups.

Back to the top.

QUESTIONS

failed_astrophysics: (Yellow: Over Shoulder)

[personal profile] failed_astrophysics 2022-10-29 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Easy.

[He's hoping that doesn't get worse. If it does, it could develop into a problem.]

Hopefully, we can figure it out. It might give us some kind of angle to get back home again.
unas: ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ (Default)

[personal profile] unas 2022-10-29 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Whatever they have isn't medical related or there'd be a cure for this already.

( and better resources to help with mccoy's investigation. so what is the technology that they have? )

Have you seen any of them in the tower?
makemeasong: (𝐼 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟.)

[personal profile] makemeasong 2022-10-29 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Clara's head tilts to one side. ]

They could eat you. Have to spit out your mask though, might not go down well. You seem to be very sure they'll want to play with you. What if they don't?
clavesregni: (106 03 04)

[personal profile] clavesregni 2022-10-29 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Caitlyn's logic follows his; if the water is magicked to do something, then the hands may be more interested in dragging people down into it for purposes beyond drowning them.

At the sound of the minotaur's roar, she looks up, as though she might be able to see the creature. But the echoes are coming from all directions. She readjusts the rifle against her shoulder, following Wrath, trying to watch the corridors they pass by while also keeping her attention on the water.

As she comes to an intersection, she catches a glimpse of a shadow moving down a side path.]


Down there. [She readjusts the rifle against her shoulder, ready to fire should something attack.]
downswing: (first day alive)

[personal profile] downswing 2022-10-29 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)


( A dozen, at a generous count. Eight, adjusted for the sophistication required of Wei Ying's command. Paltry numbers, if the coiled and waiting nests Lan Wangji spies with the bare eye hide as many winged listeners as he suspects. They cannot depend on an army capable of withstanding the tumult of fliers that the tower can unleash upon them.

Even now, Lan Wangji supplements the creatures with the tosses and turning of his wire, scissoring through meat like a butcher's morning work, splintering fat and bone and tossing out debris. The stench of death pervades, putrid — he shifts aside, for the swooping drop of cadavers that plop on the first level's ground in spatters of smooth, oily sheen.

...what would it take to fall, to rally down? The freedom to abandon everything consumes him. And then there's Wei Ying, voice easy and crystalline, and Lan Wangji stirs enough of himself from reverie to gaze up, where the wyverns swarm and circle each other, and assess: )


Less than a li. ( But then, who knows what porcelain face the puppetry of that level will show them? Caution recommended the climb. In dark of the tower's gut, they cannot be certain of the waiting dangers. ) Would you trust your creatures to fly us to the rooftop?

( To circumvent the levels, this arduous climb, their attackers? Better this than Bichen, allowing Lan Wangji control of his sword, should wyverns attack. But if Wei Ying's bats cannot be trusted... )

makemeasong: (ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢)

[personal profile] makemeasong 2022-10-29 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Clara listens to Kahl quietly, never interrupting. In a twisted way, she feels somewhat better to know he also went through some of the same things she did. ]

The tower made me see my mum. My dead mum, and my dead friend, and the Doctor. Do you know that everyone I care about—really care about—ends up leaving me somehow?

[ Her voice is soft, and tired, and sad. She wants a bed, any bed will do. The cuts hidden by her clothes feel sticky and she wants to get them clean. Then she wants to sleep for an undetermined amount of time. ]
topoiran: (Beautiful liar)

[personal profile] topoiran 2022-10-29 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Is that so?

[ Su Xunxian suddenly brightens, obviously at the prospect of adevrtisement. ]

Do they? Do you?

Is that you wished for exclusive stock and called mere to motivate me in your direction?

[ He doesn't quite leer at Moran - hard as that is - instead batting his lashes deliberately. ]
traaaaaash: (zeroes in)

[personal profile] traaaaaash 2022-10-29 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Eda used to sell trash from the human world for a living, so she's all about the good con. She spreads out her arms magnanimously. ]

Ahhh, of course! We'll make sure we make something great to trade with you, uh -- Mr. Skeleton, Sir.

[ She bends over the water containers as well, making a show of inspecting them and sniffing the water as well. ]
downswing: (indelible)

[personal profile] downswing 2022-10-29 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)


( Lip snarled and thin and the strip of his sharp teeth white, animalistic. Writ large on him is the calligraphy of ruin, of fear and distrust of her weapon — now cast down.

He hesitates. At war, on open field, in a conversation of equals, this would add the insult of foul play to the injury of his request. He knows so, hand trembled, as he finally — carefully — begs his blade Bichen down, to sleep silent and still and unfettered at his side, swinging slowly in the water's currents.

Faith is a simple word for a terrifying prospect. When he glances up to the girl, he feels raw, disconnected, unfurling. As if the gun might rise again and husk him anew. He starts, wading slowly, to walk towards her, the labyrinth's waters rippling in his wake. )


Apologies. ( Perfunctory, as if he accepts if she chooses to dismiss his words. ) The last gun beheld expelled projectiles that harnessed the terror of the wounded.

( Presumably, this one does not. ) Shall we advance?

[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-10-29 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)


( Well. Well, she isn't kind at all. And so he does put his shoulder in, and he tugs fiercely on the umbrella this time, maybe a little vicious. Shows her who's wrong and who's right.)

Why wouldn't they? I play very well with everyone. I'm even playing with you, and you're... not very nice.

traaaaaash: (not today satan)

[personal profile] traaaaaash 2022-10-29 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Okay, now that is enough of an affront to Eda's pride to shake her out of her reverie completely. Abruptly, she gets on her feet, wiping her tears angrily. ]

I'm fine.

[ She nods at Wangji, concentrating on him to make it easier to ignore the pained voices still echoing in her mind. ]

Let's get outta here.
makemeasong: (𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒)

[personal profile] makemeasong 2022-10-29 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
I've been nice, and now I'm tired, alright? I'm tired, and I hurt, and I want you to tell me something that matters.

[ Clara can't keep her voice from cracking on the last word; her emotions feel scrubbed raw, heart raked over the coals. Others have had their souls exposed against their will, demons manipulating their thoughts. Then there's the sickness. Always, the sickness.

Tired as she is, her hand stays firm on the umbrella and she tugs just a little toward her. Not hard, and not meant to actually move him. Her eyes stay on the Child's, and this time when she speaks, her voice is quiet once more, the furrow between her brows softening. ]


Please?
traaaaaash: (can't believe it)

[personal profile] traaaaaash 2022-10-29 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The rejection of one child and utter desperation of the other sting like a knife still, and she feels locked in place as if held by a ghostly fist. Slowly, though, something gets through to her from outside -- a voice. She starts a little. ]

Hm?

[ Ah, there -- she's making out words. ]

The clock tower. Right.

[ But then the image morphs, and she sees Luz standing in front of a mangled portal, about to go in.

This has happened before. But when it did, Eda, King and Hooty were there to watch over her, holding her by a rope wound around her waist. This Luz has no such security measures as she steps foot into the door. A dark sense of foreboding grabs Eda, and she reaches out a hand. ]


Luz, no -- !
downswing: (confiscate)

[personal profile] downswing 2022-10-29 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)


( Brazen, to interrupt a meal with verbiage.

More so, to call it to a close. The very peak of insufferable discourtesy. And yet, here is Lan Wangji, gently dispelling the illusion of the confection before them with the trembled wave of his hand, as if he has been served stale rice in clouded water with wilted herbs. )


You have sated. We lack an appetite.

( Together. Communally. The entity that is Lan Wangji and Clara, hereby represented. Over the table's span, he offers his hand, palm outward, thumb already cleansing itself of blood — cut coagulating, while qi energies rejuvenate the skin. A sign, an invitation.

At the last moment, he recalls their company enough to acknowledge the ghostly beings with a nod and murmur: )


We make our excuses.

failed_astrophysics: (Disco-Prise: Skeptical 2)

[personal profile] failed_astrophysics 2022-10-29 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't trust anything I did or didn't see in that tower, but no, I didn't.

[Floor four was an experience.]
unas: ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ (Default)

[personal profile] unas 2022-10-29 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
I didnt either. They might not have gone in but--

( don't mind while she coughs again )

They also might still be in there.

( she's definitely not trying to ignore this and just carry on in the hopes that if she doesn't seem worried he won't seem worried )
failed_astrophysics: (SNW: Casual)

[personal profile] failed_astrophysics 2022-10-29 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's worried. He's just good at hiding it for now and what is and is not going on in the tower is the least of his concerns.]

That really doesn't sound good.

[That's when he puts his hand on her forehead. He doesn't know if Illyrians are typically warmer than humans, but he figures he can tell if she has a fever.]
kahl_175: Kahl is looking toward a light (looking-mission complete)

[personal profile] kahl_175 2022-10-29 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[[ooc: Did not mean to make Kahl so tiny there. WHOOPS. Guess his voice is tired.]]

[Oh. Then it did the same to both of them.]
Kahl understand. First brothers, all dead. [He almost wished the tower had shown them, but he knows what it would have done to them.]

Still part of Kahl. Clara's family still part of Clara.

[Kahl's not sure how well he can explain. It took a long time before Blue Girl understood. But maybe he can help anyway.]

Clara have good memories from family?
unas: ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ (Default)

[personal profile] unas 2022-10-29 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
( illyrians are typically a little warmer than humans but even for una this is warm, the obvious signs of a fever )

The pirate ship was worse.

( she's lying. her fever might have spiked higher, and she's assuming it will again, but she didn't have a cough and this is a cough that really isn't sounding good )

I don't have natural antibodies... my body is like I've never been sick before. ( because after burning something out she's immune, she never has to fight it again. which is why she never has colds or anything of the like ) I'm starting to assume that means things might hit me quicker.

( since by now she really should have kicked it )
kahl_175: Kahl has a tight-lipped smile on his face. It's actually a microexpression in a scene where he's not feeling great, but I work with what I've got. (smile-fw RK NW)

[personal profile] kahl_175 2022-10-29 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe. If Kahl can bring flower back for Blue Girl. She part of camp, far away. She do science stuff, learn about weird fish and plants. [He grins at the idea. Especially because she started it.] She send Kahl very ugly fish once. Blue Girl seen lots. Kahl want to send her something new. [And Blue Girl told him she lived in a flower. He still wasn't sure if she was joking, but either way, it would be a good gift for her.

The Doctor's probably joking though, but he doesn't know what a ball pit is. Is that where other people keep Rollers?]
If machine stop, probably Kahl's fault. Kahl heavy, and this thing old. [The Doctor looked light enough, though. Probably wouldn't stall if it was just him.

But talking and staying relaxed before a mission is good. Kahl's glad he didn't go alone.]


Kahl miss them. But Kahl get more brothers here. [Which reminds him.] Doctor know Clara, right?
failed_astrophysics: (Yellow: Looking down)

[personal profile] failed_astrophysics 2022-10-29 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Glad I wasn't here for that, then.

[And she doesn't have a choice, he's going to put his arm around her shoulders and lean her toward him. At least if she gets cold because of the fever he'll be warm, and probably more comfortable than a wall.]

We need to keep you away from whatever diseases this place has.
unas: ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ (Default)

[personal profile] unas 2022-10-29 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
( christopher pike this is rude and unfair, she is sick and weak and far too in love with you for you to do this when she's vulnerable. even if his arm wrapped around her does feel very nice and she can't help but rest her head against his shoulder, taking steady comfort from him )

Watch the next thing we find I act as normal to.

( because she would really like to not be sick everywhere they come across. it's very tiring and she's very bad at sitting and resting especially forcibly so )

Though it would be nice if we stopped finding diseases.

( closer now he'll start to notice her getting warmer -- a lot warmer. her immune system is starting to kick back in to burn out the infection though it's working slower than it should, she's not glowing yet just generating the heat as it works )
failed_astrophysics: (Casual: hmm)

[personal profile] failed_astrophysics 2022-10-29 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
I hope so, but less diseases is much more preferable.

[He's trying to get her to relax since that fever seems to be getting a lot higher very quickly, which is upsetting.]
unas: ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ (Default)

[personal profile] unas 2022-10-29 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
It is, though--

( she pauses, as if starting to realise what's going on. the glow starts fainter at first, or maybe that's the black of the spores covering her hands making it harder to see. she lifts one slowly, her head shifting to get a better look and as seconds pass it becomes easier to see, the spores seeming to recede over her hand )

Less disease is good.

( it's more whispered, letting the sensation pass through her, no longer concerned, the glow travelling up her body, and it's only once it's passed through her head and faded does her temperature also disappear. no more spores exist on her, no fever, and she feels a lot better. even if she's having a moment to get used to that feeling, to make sure )
failed_astrophysics: (Disco: Bullshit)

[personal profile] failed_astrophysics 2022-10-29 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Pike had no idea what he was expecting to happen but that wasn't it. Una actually glowed. When she said her immune system burned out illnesses he wasn't expecting it to actually burn out illnesses and make her glow. He's not going to say anything, he's not sure he can. He's just going to sit there, staring in disbelief.]