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[ en ] tranceway . m . o . d . s. ([personal profile] vitaelamorte) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2016-01-14 11:42 pm

Forest Mingle (OUTSIDE) | OPEN

Who: EVERYONE
Where: The Forest outside the Darn Lantern!
When: 1/15/16 -1/18/16 - The duration of the event!
Rating: Probably PG-13, will vary by thread.
Summary: Oh boy. I guess we're really doing this, huh. A log for getting lost in the forest.
The Story:




But it really is tight quarters in the Tavern, and some might be curious to see what else is out there. Maybe there's another place to stay out there, or something. Maybe the Beast Alice spoke of lurking

However, it's very dangerous out in the woods. The farther away from the tavern someone wanders, the more lost they'll become. The rain will pour down harder, but if they listen carefully they'll hear a voice in the distance singing low and dark. No one will ever see the Beast himself, but one of three things will happen if a character ventures out in the woods.

1) If they turn around quickly (within 10-15 minutes) they may make it back to the Tavern safely, even if they lost others in the process. Others may attempt rescues as well, but the general rule is if a character is more than ten to fifteen minutes away from the tavern they will not survive.

2) They become horribly lost in the dark no matter how good they are at navigating normally, and they are left alone with their thoughts. The longer they're out in the woods, the more they'll lose hope that they'll ever find their way out again. And what's the point anyway? Even if they get out, it's not like they'll ever be able to leave Wonderland. Maybe they have regrets or reasons to believe they deserve to be in the woods. Dark thoughts will cloud their minds, and they'll start losing their will to go on.

3) They become horribly lost in the dark no matter how good they are at navigating normally, but if they're not consumed by dark thoughts (because they're more optimistic or have a stronger will) then they will last a little longer, but eventually the temperature will drop significantly. They're already soaking wet so they'll start to succumb to hypothermia from there.

Those who become lost will eventually be compelled to sit down at the base of a tree because they no longer have the strength to go on either mentally (#2) or physically (#3). They'll grow tired and after they've fallen asleep, oily roots will begin to grow around them, until eventually they become part of the tree they're laying against. As the tavern legend goes, "Once your will begins to spoil, he'll turn you to a tree of oil". If they become an Edelwood tree, it will count as a mansion death, and they will not revive until after the event ends.

(Lost? Perhaps you're looking for the inside log or the event information.)
agentxthirteen: (04: sitwell just said bullshit that's wh)

[personal profile] agentxthirteen 2016-01-30 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't be ridiculous." Her tone is firm. "We still have time on this event, and if those wounds get infected, we're going to be in the shit. You don't want to come down with fever, do you?" She pushes her way through the brush, still holding a hand out behind her in case he wants to take it, but determining that she may just have to keep an eye on him.

She keeps picking her way through, her steps cautious in the darkness, one hand in front of her to help her avoid branches. As little light as there had been before, it seems to have left. The woods seem darker, the rain colder. She pushes on, because that's really the only thing left that they can do.

"When did you last see the face?"
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[personal profile] rosswood 2016-01-31 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Fever-blitzed shenanigans. Yeah, no, Alex will pass on that. He's already shivering from the wet and rain, his clothes mud-slick and his glasses clouding with every fat drop of water that lands on the lenses. This lady's making a lot more sense than he'd ordinarily care to admit, but he's cold and soaking wet and so he's ceased to give a shit.

Well, mostly. Sorry, Sharon. Alex is forgoing the hand-holding in an attempt to maintain whatever faltering self-reliant machismo he's still clinging to. Besides, now that he's on his feet, he knows what's what.

"No idea." His mind's clearing up a bit, but the passage of time is all still very muddled, not helped by the fact that trees were starting to grow over him not too long ago. "I think I - I mean, I don't know if I actually saw anything. I might've just - "

Goddamnit how does he phrase this in a way that makes her a) not suspicious of a no-faced thing and b) reasonably certain that he's not losing it?

That - that might not even be possible.