peckishmods: ([place] forgotten places)
peckishmods ([personal profile] peckishmods) wrote in [community profile] peckenpaugh2020-06-01 11:15 am
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OUTSIDE

outside
the garden looks very nice today He blooms over every surface, pokes through cracks between bricks, climbs walls and lamp posts, hangs from roofs. He sees you. This is what they meant by infinity, and it is chilling to behold.

Without streetlamps, without starlight, without the moon, campus is dark. A layer of ash is starting to collect over everything like snow, filthy and warm to the touch. The vines are thick as a carpet out here, and they move. Wriggling, writhing, squirming, breathing. They are alive. Out here the purple flowers glow, petals pulsing to the rhythm of a song that never reaches your ears. Aside from the magical starlit pathways still shimmering from earlier in the night, that purple glow is the only light.

In every direction, there is ruination, broken things and billowing smoke. There is no telling how far it stretches, this field of vines and purple flowers. To Paw Paw in the north, certainly. And judging by some of the memories to be found, through the town of Elflock Falls, as well.

If you must be out here, be quick. He will find you if you don't hurry. He will take you.
flee through the rabbit's hole Somewhere in the woods there is a place that's still safe. A spot set aside by the holler itself. A prison for the one who gave his heart away. So secure, it's still protected, still free of The Thing's infection.

Though a seance had called him here once before, he cannot enter this space again. At least not for now. Not so long as your friends fight and push and never give up. So long as you defeat the inevitable.

Clovers still carpet this little ravine, and the old train car stands as it always has: covered in tags and half-rusted but sturdy. The air is still cool and damp, but a fire now roars in the pit beside the train. Candy and snacks, some in packages so old you hardly recognize the brand, sits out in a neat little pile, pristine, fresh and new as the day it was donated.

Tonight, the trees that wall the little ravine stand taller and stronger than they've ever seemed to before. Something pushes at them, but they push back. Even the smallest ones are fighting the invasive growth.
or stay to reap what's been sown
TO ELSEWHERE
| TO THE TREE | TO THE UPPER LEVELS | TO THE SORTING PATH |

IN THIS HUB
| SOMEWHERE SAFE | AMONG THE VINES |

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