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fh_adventures2010-08-06 07:12 am
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Silent Hill - Day 1 - Day Post
Morning in Silent Hill, West Virginia, doesn't change from day to day. It's always gray, it's always dusty, it's always -- wait for it -- silent.
Time stands still in Silent Hill. It's the seventies forever, from the rusted cars abandoned along the Nathan Avenue main drag, to the Charleton Heston double feature on the billboard outside the Rialto, to the dust-obscured Gordon Lightfoot poster in the window of the record shop.
No one's lived here for the last thirty years, except those few abandoned pets and police dogs that were strong enough to survive on their own, to breed and run wild. No one even visits except for the occasional check-in by the county police, a couple of search and rescue missions over the decades, a photographer or two.
Nothing changes. Nothing ever will.
Except.
Except if nothing ever changes, then why, as the dim light spreads through town, are there sixteen strangers lying in the middle of the road?
[OOC: OPEN! Warning, many icons, links, and...pretty much the entire adventure will be understandably squicky. Welcome to horrorland! (Today, though, the place looks normal, just abandoned and fire-damaged. There's no ash falling yet.)]
NPC Requests/Questions | OOC | Monsters Index
Time stands still in Silent Hill. It's the seventies forever, from the rusted cars abandoned along the Nathan Avenue main drag, to the Charleton Heston double feature on the billboard outside the Rialto, to the dust-obscured Gordon Lightfoot poster in the window of the record shop.
No one's lived here for the last thirty years, except those few abandoned pets and police dogs that were strong enough to survive on their own, to breed and run wild. No one even visits except for the occasional check-in by the county police, a couple of search and rescue missions over the decades, a photographer or two.
Nothing changes. Nothing ever will.
Except.
Except if nothing ever changes, then why, as the dim light spreads through town, are there sixteen strangers lying in the middle of the road?
[OOC: OPEN! Warning, many icons, links, and...pretty much the entire adventure will be understandably squicky. Welcome to horrorland! (Today, though, the place looks normal, just abandoned and fire-damaged. There's no ash falling yet.)]
NPC Requests/Questions | OOC | Monsters Index
Re: Wake Up!
Ino was getting a workout today with her telepathy. It was, by far, safer than speaking out loud and way less inclined to induce coughing.
Even if she was doing an awful lot of that as well.
Re: Wake Up!
Still, she concentrated as hard as she could on focusing a cautious Yes? in response, wondering if the person on the other end of the connection could make her out more clearly.
Re: Wake Up!
Ino still smiled grimly at getting a response and focused her concentration further. A reaction headache was starting to settle in, but that was ignorable.
//Are you from Fandom High?//
It was best to be sure before saying anything incriminating.
Re: Wake Up!
Re: Wake Up!
Ino's next burst of communication was a severely untaught imitation of the pulse Tahiri had sent her. Too strong, too tangled, an affirmative, yes, but caught up with frustration at how hard she had to try to get her answer through.
Ino's telepathic training: practically nil.
She wasn't even sure she could send pictures--was that possible? why wasn't Emma around to answer her questions?--but Ino painstakingly turned her concentration to forming an image of herself to thrust back in the direction of the other voice.
Who knew if it worked? Ino could only hope.
Re: Wake Up!
The mental image she got, though, was just clear enough to combine with the vaguely familiar Force-sense, and there was relief in her response. Ino? she sent, drawing on the slight headache, embracing the pain to give the sending focus. It's Tahiri.
Re: Wake Up!
That? That was a cheerful burst of emotion right there. Followed quickly by her own bit of relief.
//There's others around, from Fandom,// she sent, concentrating fiercely. //Looking for them.//