paradisa

Here they are, at the well again.

Time to excavate, and find out what's so special about this well.

[NAVIGATION:
IC Back to the Well | Excavation | The Bottom
OOC Plot Organization | Friday Night

A post for the well-exploration group.]

revulsion

Nightfall is approaching, leaving the sky streaked with colours.

They have to find the cat.

[NAVIGATION:
IC Body | A Man | The Cat
OOC Plot Organization | Friday Night

A post for the hunting group. ]

i_got_this

[The journal's flipped open in a hurry, pages crumpling at the edges as the owner grips it tightly with shaking hands. For a few moment there's just a series of noises, vaguely human groans and grunts.]

[After a moment, there's shuffling, and then large, shaky handwriting;]

Agent South Dakota
Status: red
Location: NW grounds
SEND HELP

webbing

( Never pet the strays (body part snatching under the cut) )

No... No. Dammit! NO! This can't be happening!

assassino

[Dictated. He sounds tense.]

Two days ago, a caravan went exploring in the woods and came across a well. There was an ugly cat in it, and I should have shot the damn thing before it escaped.

And yet now we have people suffering unspeakable deformities at the hands of a demon cat.

I am a banker, not a damn exorcist. What do people intend to do about this?

[ooc: threadjack each other like mad, all-purpose "what do?" discussion post.

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squartatore

Doesn't look good...

[since she went to bed early, Sayaka missed all the ruckus going down last night. While headed down the steps of Gaudium Tower, the journal catches the tail end of her thinking aloud, but also distracts her from noticing another presence until it gets close...

...too close.

The cat springs.

Everything happens quickly. Before she can react, the cat has already begun making its escape. Thrown off balance, the leg she was taking her next step with gone, Sayaka tumbles down the stairway, journal landing somewhere in the distance. The open pages record a shocked cry fading as she falls further away from them, mixed among sickening thumps]

( cut for later events )

[ooc: open to responses for either part! the second is journal-only.]

fulltilt

[well, now that talking pastel pony land is over and done with, julie's crossing back from the library, balancing a stack of books on car repair, and cool... things like that. her journal sits at the top of the stack.

dum dee dum. wait, is that a cat? julie loves cats. she loves them so much she gave her car a cat motif. cats are great. this particular cat is further away and sort of hidden in shadow, but julie walks a bit faster, trying to catch up to it]

Hey, little guy...

[pause. what if it's a new resident? considering how many different types of talking animals there are here, julie doesn't want to come off as condescending, so she clears her throat and talks in a regular tone]

You new here?

[when she gets closer, she realizes that there's something definitely off about it. okay, is that... human hair? and an arm, leg, and hands-- this can't be right. her steps slow down, and as she squints to get a better look, the cat turns its head.

julie can't help but stare in horror. she shudders and takes a few steps back, her eyes unable to leave the hideous creature in front of her. what in fresh hell is that thing? and right when her brain tells herself to book it out of there, the cat lunges, its grotesque and mismatched body flying towards her.

the journal falls open at this point. the sounds of struggling can be heard, and finally a few thwacks as julie successfully clocks the creature with a book, and then a strangled cry]

Augh!

[then there's a sickening sound, like bones rubbing against each other, and a gross squelching noise. the cat slinks off with its new pelvis, and julie lays on the ground, gasping and occasionally groaning in pain.]

S-someone, please... Oh, God...

[ooc; another victim!!!! :o and lmao because i'm immature and felt like it here is a sort-of accurate representation of what julie looks like rn. no pelvis = lack of anything holding her bottom half together i'm sorry]

takethat

[It's late at night when Phoenix spots the cat, as he's traversing the halls of the castle, headed back to his room.]

Oh--uh, hey there?

[Although the creature is a little too deep in his uncanny valley, he still puts on a friendly smile. It's not that much stranger than meeting a lion here, after all, right? Probably just a new resident from some weird world with bizarre cat things.]

...are you new around here?

[But the cat doesn't say anything. Phoenix shrugs and is about to wander on toward his destination, when suddenly there's a heavy weight flung into the left side of his body; he's knocked over, the journal skidding some distance away and falling open, to record the full attack.]

What--aaaaggghh!!! Get off me! Get... get away! No!

[The sounds of a struggle are plainly evident for a few moments more, before a rustling as the journal is quickly retrieved, and desperate panting, running--]

GLaDOS!!

[He reaches her door, on the same floor as his own room but further down the hall, and bangs frantically, begging to be let in.]

GLaDOS, please please open the door, please...!

[But no answer comes quickly enough, and the cat is there again, and Phoenix takes off once more, already knowing the sprint to his own room is fruitless--]

H...help! Somebody, please--it's following me! It's--

[And then a scream filled with fear and agony... and then silence, for a long while before Phoenix speaks again.

This time, his voice is hollow.]

Oh my god...

fistfullofmagic

( ...and I must scream. )

((ooc: This is backdated to around 10ish this morning. As it is canon that Dhaos does have the ability to speak inside people's heads, feel free to be able to "hear" him.))

lonenoble

[She'd been taking a break from a workout... But in her room, she'd let her guard down, as she flipped through her journal. There was nothing in here to hurt her after all. And her Emile was off in another part of the apartment, playing. She figured the little Pokemon would be fine.

She heard a noise in the background, but at first she just figured the Cubone wanted to play and had found out how to open the door. Except it sounded different after a few moments. and it was getting closer. She looked over to see something strange. A deformed cat. Coming directly to her]

What the hell? [There's the sounds of the speaker scrambling to get away from the creature, though she's hesitating at shooting it because it could be just a freaky pet.] Get away from me.

[She's moving the get away quickly, but as fast as she moves, it's gone. And then it's on her again. As she heads to the door... Suddenly she sees the horrifying cat in front of the door. It's like it's playing with her... She turns quickly, only to find it in front of her again.] Go away.

[She might be a Spartan but the constant turns and inability to leave her room or get away is scaring her. And she doesn't have to armor benefits to aid... She'd taken it off. But for just a moment, her attention wavers, and the disgusting mutated monster cat is on her, reaching for her right arm.] Stop. What are you doing?

[No response as the cat touches her arm and the weight of the limb is gone. She reaches for the spot that the limb was at, afraid of what she'd find. Nothing more than a useless stump. And as quick as it arrived, the cat intruder is gone. Leaving a horrified Spartan, having trouble getting up from the the floor between the shock, confusion, and fear. Also, the lost right arm doesn't help. But she moves back toward the journal, speaking quietly.] Can anyone hear me?

revulsion

The woods are lovely this time of year.

[NAVIGATION:
IC Hiking | Hunting | Well | Cat
OOC Plot Organization | Thursday Update

A post for the hiking group. Socialize, play, hunt, admire the natural world, whatever you'd like, and then discover Paradisa's new little hellion. Go wild, make some new CR!]

the_effect_she_has

[Katniss has finished her morning exercises on the range - clearing her head and her heart as she pulls the journal towards her. Time to address ... the nightmares. Personal ... things. She sighed, scrubbed a hand over her face, before she started to write furiously.]

( Filtered to those in the Games. )

( Filtered to those whose nightmares she wandered into. )

( Mufasa )

( Elizabeth, Queen of England )

( Peeta )
____

[And now, for something a little more public.]

Arya, I, and a few others are going for a hike. Anyone need any meat or herbs?

[Completely bland here, yep yep.]

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EXPLORING THE WELL

HUNTING

nine :: I fucking hate cats

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xxvii λ felines

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005; why can't this be a cute cat

23 - dictated

004 - I have no mouth...

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THE HIKE

[Four - Right Through The Eye - Written/Dictated]

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