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WHO: The Shifter & You. Yes, you.
WHEN: An ambiguous time that feels like a few hours but will, in fact, be the 24-ish hours 'til plot's end.
WHERE: [See NOTES]
WHAT: The house chases The Shifter.
WARNINGS: Language, violence, disturbing images, etc.
NOTES: Everyone in the house (including Castiel and Annie) has perhaps fallen asleep. The dream resembles reality, or vice-versa. You're not entirely sure. Wounds sustained in whatever this is will hurt and act as real wounds; weapons used will work properly, etc. People can form one large group or multiple smaller groups.
You will be encountering nightmares. These will be of your own devising and not The Shifter's direct creation, so please play them out within your group(s) and try to balance and mix multiple peoples' nightmares together (ie Owen might appear alongside Alastair in an empty school hallway, or you might find yourselves in Hell alongside Michael with key!Dawn trying to help you out). Please recall there are other monsters if you care to use them.
The Shifter will enter when he is found (yes, he will be found).. but that means that it's up to the players to get through at least one round of nightmares. A tip: work together! Please also be mindful of other peoples' activity and either break into groups based on that OR be patient. No one should be left out. If you break into groups, every group will get a Shifter and it will be up to you guys to figure out which is The Shifter.
tl;dr Work together, have fun, create your own nightmares and I'll torment you near the end with The Shifter.
WHEN: An ambiguous time that feels like a few hours but will, in fact, be the 24-ish hours 'til plot's end.
WHERE: [See NOTES]
WHAT: The house chases The Shifter.
WARNINGS: Language, violence, disturbing images, etc.
NOTES: Everyone in the house (including Castiel and Annie) has perhaps fallen asleep. The dream resembles reality, or vice-versa. You're not entirely sure. Wounds sustained in whatever this is will hurt and act as real wounds; weapons used will work properly, etc. People can form one large group or multiple smaller groups.
You will be encountering nightmares. These will be of your own devising and not The Shifter's direct creation, so please play them out within your group(s) and try to balance and mix multiple peoples' nightmares together (ie Owen might appear alongside Alastair in an empty school hallway, or you might find yourselves in Hell alongside Michael with key!Dawn trying to help you out). Please recall there are other monsters if you care to use them.
The Shifter will enter when he is found (yes, he will be found).. but that means that it's up to the players to get through at least one round of nightmares. A tip: work together! Please also be mindful of other peoples' activity and either break into groups based on that OR be patient. No one should be left out. If you break into groups, every group will get a Shifter and it will be up to you guys to figure out which is The Shifter.
tl;dr Work together, have fun, create your own nightmares and I'll torment you near the end with The Shifter.
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The blonde stayed uncharacteristically quiet. Her dark eyes drifted from the two men to the pentagram on the floor. She sighed, cradling the shotgun in her arms. It felt a bit like she didn't know Sam at all.
As he worked, Rose's mind wandered- a dangerous thing when their thoughts were being preyed upon. She hoped Amy was safe, and wondered where The Doctor was. She missed her mum. And had she ever gotten her cell back from Dean?
Rose snapped to her senses when she heard something out in the hall. It sounded like... like a baby crying. Slowly, making sure Sam wasn't looking, she pressed her ear to the door. The small, pitiful cry was familiar. It belonged to her newborn brother. The wailing became louder, and Rose closed her eyes. The baby couldn't be here. The dream was just trying to get into her head. She told herself to pull away from the door, but couldn't. Any other time, when Rose would hear that cry, she'd go to Tony. If she did now, though, she'd be separated from Sam and Leopold- what their tormentor surely wanted.
As if hearing her thoughts, the dream around her took a turn. On the other side of the door, she heard the most horrible voice in the universe. "EXTERMINATE." Merciless Dalek. The baby's cry went silent.
"Tony!!" Rose screamed, breaking the calm of the Med Ward. She threw herself from the cot and onto her feet. Her arms flew to pull the barricade away, but instantly, she realized what she was doing. Unable to silence her fear, Rose crouched down, clutching the legs of the bed. Tears trickled down her face. "Sam," she whimpered. It took everything Rose had to keep her hands away from the doorknob.
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Sam came over and immediately crouched down beside her, pulling the weeping woman into his arms.
"Hey, shh," He coddled. "Everything is going to be okay."
And it would be. Hopefully. Dean would have found the others by now, and he would come for them.
The dream, on the other hand, was sick of waiting and had other plans. Without warning, the shrill sound of a baby's cry tore through the air, and the door they had been guarding so carefully flung open - the heavy hinges groaning in protest. A mass of black smoke flew in, but it formed into a cyclone - twisting and turning against itself in the prison as it became caught by the Devil's Trap. Electric sparks shot from somewhere unexplainable, and the air turned cold. Faster and faster the demons swirled, their sheer collective beginning to overburden the single trap.
The cacophony of demons grew louder and one could just make out the blood stained walls of the corridor in dim light. If there had been a child out there, it wasn't around any more. The lights in the room flickered violently and a pressure moved in - forcing itself against the body as if someone were sitting on your chest and boxing your ears.
There wasn't time to react when the seal finally gave, inky death spewing out into the room to fill the eyes and mouth. There wasn't a chance to fight them off. There wasn't a chance to think.
There was only darkness.
[ooc: TBC in the thread below]