onlythingtofear: (☣ the mask)
⊥ʜᴇ ᔕᴄᴀʀᴇᴄʀᴏᴡ (ǝuɐɹɔ uɐɥʇɐuoɾ) ([personal profile] onlythingtofear) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2013-06-01 04:02 pm

Hush, little baby, don't say a word...

Who: Anyone!
Where: Anywhere inside, and outside, the mansion.
When: 1st - 3rd
Rating: Likely some disturbing imagery, at the very least.
Summary: Little fear gas dispensers have been left around Wonderland, by a particular scientist. Treat this as a mingle-party-gathering post. Even if you don't want your character to be gassed, you can come help someone who is. Or be attacked by them for your trouble. Heheheh.
The Story:

Overnight, on the grounds and inside the mansion, toys appear.

Small, innocuous, sweet things. Teddy bears. Ragdolls. Stuffed animals. All of them appear hand-sewn, and all of them are very appealing. That's the whole point of them, after all. Nestled into their neck, or their chest, under and amidst the stuffing, are small devices with a aerosol-delivered payload. Just the slightest amount of pressure will release a small dosage of Scarecrow's very best fear toxin. A new, lighter kind. He wants to know how long it will last, and how effective the housing is for grabbing potential victims.

Wonderland is, unfortunately, the perfect testing ground.

He waits just out of sight of them, placing them when most people are asleep, lurking in the darkest corners of the mansion with a small clipboard to take notes on. What do people from different worlds fear? He's keen to find out, in addition to everything else. He places them in front of doors, in chairs, on tables. Anywhere they'll look potentially out of place and worth investigating.

Everyone here is so good at investigating.

He's counting on you all to help him.

[ooc: I'll tag in for anyone who would like to run into Scarecrow. He's being a good boy and is keeping a distance from his prey, unless you want to come across him. (Said encounter could be lethal. For either!) Otherwise, tag in with what your character is seeing, etc, and where they are, and whether your post is reactionary or open for people to tag! Have fun! Tag around! Have feels! Be terrified! MUWAHAHAHA!

Also, you by no means need to keep things to this post, of course. Feel free to post network entries of fear gas results, or other logs! Have a ball.]
builditstrong: (the survivors)

that place'll eat your mind

[personal profile] builditstrong 2013-06-01 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
One moment everything is normal. He's shooting bottles off of a fence, just some basic target practice to keep himself occupied. A rather sickly feeling comes over him slowly and he thinks he smells mud and damp and fungus. He shakes his head to clear his mind.

One moment it's normal. The next moment it's Jawson's Bog.

He's up to his ankles in mud. The reeds and twisted plants rise well over his head and gnarled trees block out the sun. Suddenly there are insects, and aside from their buzzing and the distant, staccato pop pop pop of a Pincushion going off, everything is silent. Eerily so.

He can't be back here. He absolutely can't be back here. It's impossible. But he can feel the mud creeping into his shoes and the sting of biting insects and he can smell the foul scent of Lungblossom. If you catch that scent, he knows--he knows all too well--then it's already too late.

He clutches at his hammer and rifle, though he knows even they won't protect him here.
doctorweevil: (resignation)

[personal profile] doctorweevil 2013-06-02 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
Owen's in the library, reaching for a book, when he bumps something soft on a shelf just above his line of sight. There's a small hiss, and suddenly-

-everything is dark. "No," his mouth forms the word, but no sound comes out. He slides to the floor, or where the floor ought to be, but nothing's there anymore. He's not in Wonderland, he's dead again, and everything's been swallowed up by the darkness. He can't see anything, can't feel anything. He clutches desperately at his knees, burying his head against them - there's no point, nothing to block out (that is the point), but he needs whatever small reassurance curling up on himself might possibly give (there is none). He doesn't realise that he can't be dead, if only because he's got all the physical symptoms of a bloody panic attack - his shoulders heave as he desperately sucks in one breath after the other - because he knows he is, and his belief is stronger than logic right now.

He's lost again, and there's no hope of being saved this time.
seekinghome: (Default)

[personal profile] seekinghome 2013-06-02 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
Ed's outside, getting away from the shit going on inside to try to avoid running afoul of anyone else that may want to experiment on him when he hears a hissing sound.

He looks around suspiciously, but not finding an obvious cause, continues on to the hedge maze to get himself lost for a little while.

This particular victim of the fear gas isn't going to display anything until he runs into someone else, sadly. Hopefully whoever finds him is hardy enough to handle him.
Edited 2013-06-02 04:27 (UTC)
appealingavarice: ([melancholy] ohgodno)

[personal profile] appealingavarice 2013-06-02 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
All this testing is fun and all- even when it's sometimes kind of painful- but it can be tiring even for a homunculus. Greed is in need of a break, and when there's a stuffed dog on the nearest comfy chair, he just grabs it to toss aside.

And then he doesn't sit down. Suddenly, he doesn't feel safe anymore, though he couldn't say exactly why. The prince is screaming something about that bodyguard of his, but she's not here, right? And Greed can't focus on that right now, anyway, not when he's looking around and hardening his skin to deal with whatever the danger is, because never mind that nothing's actually changed, he suddenly knows he's in danger.

You're a worthless pack-rat, Greed (he hears the contemptuous voice of Wrath before he sees him) who never lets anything go, and craves even the past!

Fuck.
colorofthesky: (At world's end.)

June 3rd | open | 2nd floor stairwell to start, the grounds later

[personal profile] colorofthesky 2013-06-03 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
He didn't think much of it when he happened across a small, stuffed bear sitting in the entrance hall earlier in the day. It wasn't really his thing, stuff animals, but it was cute enough to where he thought Aerith might like to add it to the decor of her room.

He was one his way up to the second floor...when suddenly, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.

He turned, his mouth dropping at who he saw.

"Angeal?!" He ran over to the other. "When did you get here?"

The winged SOLDIER just smiled.

I've always been here.

Nonplussed, Zack stared. "What...do you mean?"

Ignoring the question, 'Angeal' held out a hand. Are you ready?

Confused and maybe even a little concerned now by the strange behavior, Zack hesitated. "Ready for what?"

Another smile, this one somehow sweet if not sinister. You wanted wings, didn't you?

He didn't have a chance to answer as, quite abruptly, the entire area became engulfed in flames. Jerking back, Zack ducked and raised his arms, trying to shield himself from the heat.

"Angeal!!"

Panicking, he looked up, only to see his old mentor catch fire right in front of him.

"NO!"

A quick Blizzaga erupted from his hands, dropping ice on the burning SOLDIER. A wave of steam blasted him right in the face, making his eyes water painfully. When it finally cleared, his heart nearly stopped in his chest.

A slender creature stood before him, all silver, metal, and glistening organs. It's a silhouette he's seen before, except the glow of the crimson eye is sharper and there's an exuding pulse emanating from the main body.

Alive.

"You..." Zack backed away, a hand going for his sword. "You can't be real."

But I am, sweet child. Jenova smiled. Wherever my children are, I will always be.

"I'm not your child!" he snapped, drawing his blade in a flash.

Oh, but you are. You think you've been granted the power you have for nothing? She extended a hand. Come. Mother's here.

"I have a mother!!" Raging, he gestured violently. "I'm not your son!"

Jenova's smile was soft, almost pitying. Silly child. I'll simply have to teach you.

She snapped her fingers, and instantly, a jolt of fiery agony shot his back. Doubling over, Zack let out a cry, the pain of it nearly knocking him over. There was something crawling -- no, growing underneath skin, like it was trying to shove up and out...

A flash of white erupted behind him, the pain of it making him gasp. He jerk his head around, his face going pale at the sight of a single wing unfurling behind him.

"No..." An aghast whisper.

Jenova simply smiled. Yes.

An inhuman howl filling the stairwell, Zack whipped the Buster sword around, a shockwave erupting from the blade as he brought it to bear against Jenova -- the demon haunting his visions.

An explosion rocked the stairwell, and in moments, Zack would be rushing out through the entrance hall, a sword in one hand, his other covering an ear.


[ ooc: Just as a note, everything Zack is seeing here IS NOT REAL. He has not actually sprouted a wing or any of that stuff. He'll be running out of the mansion after this sequence and generally wreaking havoc across the grounds until someone stops him.

Ping me if you have any questions! o9 ]
Edited 2013-06-03 06:52 (UTC)