peckenpaugh | HE IS HERE

Entry tags:

! ic/ooc,
* endgame

HE IS HERE

the vines have run wild

it's over Everything is in shambles. Walls and floors torn and broken from roots and branches sprouting through. They block doors and crowd passages and pulse with sick life. The Thing sits in the center of it all, angry and starving, its trunk both still and moving in ways you catch only when it is in the corner of your vision. Branches that look less like bark and more like skin stretch in every direction, lush with shadowy leaves and dotted with bits of glowing blue. The ruined floor is littered with those little twinkling dots. Seeds. Everywhere, seeds. They hang on boughs, and rest on banisters in the upper levels. The one thing in this nightmare that doesn't radiate that awful, pervasive hunger.

The roof is gone, replaced with a writhing canopy of shadow and muck. Some parts of it are complex spiderwebs of tendrilly shapes, others solid formless movement. The only consistent thing about it is that it is terrible to behold, faintly nauseating to look at for too long. Ash rains down between gaps in its branches, and what glimpses of sky are visible are nothing but swirling gray clouds. What stars still shine are magic, man-made, floated between balconies by prom committee before the dance.

Those remaining begin to stir. Each one of you has heard Pocket's words, "Find the roots." And if you want to save your friends, your family, the holler — hell, maybe even the world — that's exactly what you're going to do.

You climb from protective cocoons of dying moss, push your way past walls of solid ice, emerging into utter destruction. Things move and make noise at the edge of your vision, but for now, at least, all is calm. What to do? Where to start?

it's ruined Among the twinkling maple seeds are the dropped possessions of students and staff, lost when they were pulled away. A compact mirror, a cell phone, a pair of glasses, cups of punch spilling across the floor. A single red heel sits at the edge of the jagged pit that peers down into the Sorting Path. The air here is hot. Too hot. If you jump, you'll surely be boiled alive.

Though locked when everyone tried to flee, vines and roots have torn the doors to the auditorium off their hinges. The splintered remains of heavy oak doors litter the entrance halls and stairwell alcoves, leaving an open path outside. Not that you'd want to flee, by the looks of it.

A cool night breeze is the only relief from the growing heat of the auditorium, yes, but even that is tainted by the heavy scent of flowers. Outside, vines and purple flowers have exploded over every surface. They climb up lamp posts, engulf buildings whole, hang from trees. It would be beautiful if it weren't horrifying. Campus is unrecognizable.

there is no hope Roots and vines clog the way to the Sorting Path, and most stairwells are completely obstructed by the growths of that horrible tree. Up above, something buzzes and wails, a mockery of a cicada's cry, and beyond that the twittering of birds nesting in the tree's highest branches.

Pouch coalesces in the middle of it all, a one-winged magimagicicada, weak and weary but undaunted. Resolute, if not reinvigorated. He bends down to touch a seed, and the moment his obsidian fingers light on it, a blue-white portal to somewhere else rips right through reality. A memory begins to play. Somehow, the bug seems to know what he's seeing.

She gave us what we need, the one who ran says to the gathered students, his voice in their heads as much as the air. Let's all not let her down, huh?

Find your friends. Find my siblings. It's time to fight.

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Presley is slow to respond to this bizarre scene, and it becomes apparent he's more distracted with whatever's going on with his right ear. He should feel wistful or comforted by the sight of him snuggling with his friends, but all he sees is Bear and Coriander's horror. And they're right.

"I hate this," Presley declares, one hand still pressed to his ear. "I am officially moving out next year."

"No you're not!" Felicity yells back at Presley, and it's unclear if she's being loud to accommodate his hearing or just being loud.

The words are barely out of Felicity mouth when things start to move.

A host of vines shoot out from between the sleeping bodies. One tries to slap Mary Grace's ass (ROLLED 1) and connects cleanly with a thwack. That's gonna leave a mark. Another tendril tries to snap a book closed on Patrice's hand, (ROLLED 9) but Patrice is able to pull his fingers back in time. A third whips Mary Grace's discarded WizRedBull like a slapshot, shooting it toward the crowd of remaining Wildgulch Juniors. Desmond and Felicity (ROLLED 7) duck in time, but Wyatt (ROLLED 3), gets a small lump on the side of his head. A final tendril lashes out and tries to grab Presley by the ankle, but (ROLLED 9) the dancer is able to evade. For now.

Mary Grace grabs that History of Magic textbook she got from Pouch and slams it on the nearest vine as hard as she can.

"Did I consent to that, bitch?" she shouts as the book comes down.

Patrice is about to complain about Presley's proclamation as well, but, you know, vines. He jerks his hand back, quickly producing one of the three scalpels he'd obtained earlier to stab at his attacker.

With so many of them crammed into a room with even more people crammed inside of it, it's miracle that Presley is able to evade smoothly. Ten years of dance lessons, money well-spent. He reaches into his tote bag for a weapon, but it's hard to focus with the ringing in his ear. "Come on, come on," he mutters, and finally gets his hand on the bonesaw.

So that's how it's gonna be, huh? Des pulls himself up, offering out a hand for Felicity before straightening and turning to the nearest desk. He swipes a pen off the top gamely enough, curling his fist around it.

"Shit, Wy -" He winces, face screwing up all guilty-like. "Y'alright?"

Things go from bad to worse. Fast.

Mary Grace (ROLLED 2) hits the vine with her textbook, but instead of hurting it, she appears to educate it. At least, the vine seems to know what the juniors are going to do before they do it. Patrice's scalpels (ROLLED 1) find the wood of the desk, not the vine. And Presley's bonesaw (ROLLED 3) finds nothing but air.

The vines (ROLLED 1) wrap around everyone's legs and begin dragging them back toward the bed. Pulling them toward their frozen, sleeping doubles. Bringing them to a final resting place...?

Edited (RNG hates big bed) 2020-06-08 23:29 (UTC)

Mary Grace knew it. Knowledge was the real villain all along. She's never learning anything ever again.

She fishes in her bag for anything sharp and comes up with a fucking sharpened pencil. Fuck it. Mary Grace stabs at the nearest vine not wrapped around her own leg. Just in case she misses.

Presley hits the ground (and now his head is ringing, thank you so very much, O'Malley). He lays there for a second, dazed. "Santiago, you are an asshole," he announces, and—with one hand still on his weapon—he kips up onto his feet in one smooth movement, and immediately slashes down on the vine with his bonesaw. Do not fuck with a dancer.

"Ow!" Wyatt complains. He's been hit much harder many times over in his life, but not often by plants. He grabs the vine around his ankle and yanks it hard. The only way to handle a weed is to pull it up by the roots.

As she's being dragged, Felicity bends down and bites the vine.

The Wildgulch Juniors do love their Big Bed, but there's still work to be done before calling it a night. They're not yet ready to lay their heads down. There are more monsters to defeat and people to save (and bully).

Mary Grace stabs the vine (ROLLED 7) and finds the pen(cil) is mightier than the sword (and certainly mightier than the textbook). The vine lets go of MG and recoils in pain, whipping back and destroying the shine to "Oliver." A spectral form, almost recognizable to the Juniors, floats up, punches the vine once, and then flies out of the room. Moments later, the photopiano begins to play and continues to do so until they leave.

Presley tries the bonesaw again (ROLLED 6) and finds better success than last time. He isn't able to cut through, but does enough to get the vine to retaliate in a blind rage. (ROLLED 7) The vine misses the agile dancer and instead hits one of Zadie's potions on a nearby desk. The orange liquid burns right through it. Zadie is always saving the day, even when she's not here. Isn't she the best?

Not only can Wyatt take a hit, but he can dish it out too. (ROLLED 8) He yanks the weed clean out of the bed. It lands with a thunk on another desk, spilling frozen-Wyatt's nearly-spoiled milk on top of it, which causes the vine to hiss before falling silent. Maybe Wyatt has a knack for potions after all.

By the time Felicity bites the vine, it's dead. But (ROLLED 6), she gets an okay amount in her mouth. Ew. She spits it out. She hates veggies.

[The NPC has been defeated. Now, about that linchpin...]

Mary Grace kicks the vine off her, yanking her cowboy boots back up as she scrambles to her feet. "I'm never talking to these assholes again," she says, eyes narrowed at Bear and Cori at the front of the room.

She starts to stomp through the mess, kicking at clothes on the ground and upending bags. "And literally who in the hell is playing the damn piano?"

"Maybe we're supposed to go play the piano?" Wyatt offers. He really doesn't understand how any of this works.

How this works varies wildly. So, y'know, hey. Don't know if there are bad ideas in this thing.

"You think it wants a concert?"

"We need to find the linchpin," Presley says impatiently, which seems unfair considering how his friends just woke up. "The object that anchors this memory. These two were headed to the hot springs, so clearly—" He points across the room to the abandoned bathing suit, then seems to falter. "Uh. Deverill and O'Malley should... probably..."

Somehow Presley is still capable of being embarrassed by this when he regularly shares a bed with seven other people.

Edited 2020-06-10 00:06 (UTC)

"Deverill and O'Malley should probably... what?" Felicity gives Presley a devilish smile before picking up the bathing suit. "This?" Without warning, she throws it at him.

The bathing suit Felicity picks up and throws to Presley is a shimmering copy. The real one stays where it is, and the memory suddenly resumes around them.

Bear and Coriander take a single step into the room, Bear’s foot unfortunately finding a fully-inflated whoopie cushion. The room’s unofficial guard-dog. Ptttttthhhhhhhpt. The girls freeze. The bodies on the bed sleepily toss and turn. “Gross,” one accuses the other. “Wasn’t me,” another mumbles defensively. “Wyatt?” one yawns. “Maybe,” comes his sleepy reply. And with that, they begin to quietly snore again.

There’s no way they’re making it across the room without waking the others. ”Accio swimsuit,” Bear whispers, and the green polyester flies across the room to her. She grabs it out of the air and turns back to Coriander. “Come on birthday girl,” she says with a smile, “Let’s get out of here.”

And with that, they slip back out of the room.

[Memory complete. Linchpin found. You may continue to scene here or leave through the portal/door back to Peckenpaugh.]

Mary Grace lets out a long raspberry as the memory plays out, following Bear and Cori to the door.

Presley yelps in an incredibly unmanly way, but catches the glowing bathing suit. "I am not the enemy here! They are," he complains, and throws the linchpin at Wyatt's face before going after Mary Grace.

Big Bed has completed the memory "A Nightmare"!

Upon emerging from the memory out into the auditorium, the portal snapped shut behind them.

Elsewhere in the auditorium, Bear Santiago was freed! At the base of the tree, swamp rose, a magimagicicada was also freed!

Big Bed earned 8 Tokens for completing the memory and defeating the NPC!

They earned an additional 2 Tokens for retrieving the linchpin, and 1 Token for bullying two of their roommates all year, that takes dedication.

You can check your token totals in Pouch's shop here, and maybe see if there's anything worth grabbing while you're there!

[We can keep threading but I realized Wyatt needs tokens to get his weapon lmao.]

"Y'ALL BETTER BE GETTIN' US A NEW GHOST!" Mary Grace hollers out the door, shouting at the folks in the auditorium more than Bear and Cori in the past, but WHATEVER. "And this time get us one that FUCKS."

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