letsplayotokoyo | NIGHT 2 ✦ JUL 24

EVENT: Illusions of the Important
Think of the person that elicits the most emotions from you. A lover, a family member, maybe even an archenemy? All through the night, you'll see that person. Nobody else seems to be able to, though... but they're real. In fact, you're going to prove it. You can chase all you want, though, but you'll never catch them.

Things to Keep in Mind:
✦ Please mark any threads that may contain anything that could be triggery or graphic!

✦ Keep all Night related threads to this post! For consistency sake, please do not create your own Night post.

✦ Whatever item your character is holding in their hands (not in their pockets, in a bag, etc. must be physically in their hands) will stay with them into the day. This is not in-game knowledge and will be something they will have to discover on their own. Once these items have seen the light of day, they are yours to keep and will not disappear (unless broken/eaten/expired, etc.)

✦ The natives are of little help. You may use NPCs in your threads, however remember that they won't give much information. NPCs can remember faces (if your character frequents a restaurant every night, the manager may begin greeting them by name) however they will not remember events (big bad monsters were chasing you last night? Are you high?) For the most part, conversations will be very neutral. The usual, "hello there, how are you doing today? Back again?" type stuff.

✦ Language barriers do exist during the night. That means every character reverts back to their native language and unless they speak the same language, characters will not be able to understand each other. (Strangely enough, they will be able to understand NPCs. Just don't try to get them to translate for you, because all you'll get are strange looks.)

✦ Unless otherwise stated in the event above, the city has come alive again and the ruins have disappeared. This means that the city is now entirely functional. Feel free to take the subway, go visit the zoo, play in the park, etc.

✦ Abilities/powers have now returned. Powers start out incredibly weak and grow a little stronger with each consecutive night the character spends here. Use your own discretion.

✦ Nights will function similar to dreams to the characters. It is up to the player how much of this "dream" that their character remembers. It is entirely possible to have no recollection of the previous night, or to remember everything in great detail. All we ask is that you remain consistent with your choices. (So if you've chosen for the character to forget certain aspects of the night, don't have them suddenly bring those events up in another thread.)

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[ Roman doesn't respond to the question, just looks around wildly as if he's seeing his surroundings for the first time. In a way, he is, since he's only now considering that this is a real place. ]

No. No, because this is not-- it's not happening. It's not real. [ He presses a hand to his forehead, hunching over in an attempt to not hyperventilate as reality sets in. ] How did I get here? Fuck.

[ And then he's pinching himself and cursing again, patting his pockets in search of his phone, his cigarettes, his coke, anything, because if he was magically teleported somewhere they could at leave have the decency to let him keep what he had on him, right? ]

[New. Definitely new. So he kind of just rubs at his face because he's tired, he doesn't have the answers and he's pushing out all sounds of the Nogitsune. Because maybe this isn't real.]

I wish I could say I have answers, but I don't. This is only my second day here. Wherever here is. I can tell you night is whole other deal, and from the looks of it? Whoever took us is playing with our heads. Or mine. [But he thinks, he hopes this isn't the Nogitsune. He can't do that again.]

Don't you think we'd remember getting kidnapped? [ He's skeptical, and still freaking out. ] Because I sure as fuck don't.

Playing with our heads how?

I wouldn't rely on our memories as a sure thing. [Hence the messing with their minds thing.]

Hallucinations. Are you sure you saw who you think you saw? A girl here was looking for... [Merlin. Yeah, not mentioning that.] A friend. But I never saw him. And I keep--

[Stiles, a voice draws in his head. His head snaps up for a second. This is what he means. But he can't just tell a complete stranger that he's hearing a trickster fox spirit. So he licks his lips and puts out his hand to explain.]

Someone I know is here. But he can't be. He's... gone in my world. But this is what he does. [Stiles, it repeats low in his head again. Let me in. You know how much fun we had last time. In his mind's eye he can see the bloodied teeth through the aged bandages, the Go table set up. No. This is a hallucination.]

Trust me. I know what he's capable of and this place-- it can't be him. It has to be this place.

[Because he's not going there. No one else is getting hurt again. Not because the nogitsune. But the more he tries to reason, the more he can hear the call of the trickster spirit. He takes his eyes off of the taller kid once, and he nearly swears he sees bandages rush around the corner behind Roman. He snaps back to attention. For the most part, he hasn't outwardly freaked out, not more than this situation as two teens stuck in a mind fucking world would anyway. He has to keep his cools.

They're only hallucinations.]

[ Roman listens, fidgeting but somehow managing to pay attention to the other teen's words. He's losing the struggle to keep checking his pockets, like his missing safety blankets will reappear if he pats his thigh just one more time. How long's it been since his last hit? He breathes through his nose slowly and focuses. Hallucinations? That's not really what he'd call someone seeing things that other people don't, but if the person this guy is seeing is dead... well. Roman doesn't claim to know how that shit works, but they're somewhere else and this somewhere is fucked up. Maybe the rules are different.

He'll wake up any second now. Right?

The guy's eyes drift to the side and he sees something, Roman's sure of it. Even as his new acquaintance's gaze snaps back, Roman turns around, looking where he thinks the other might have been. There's nothing there.

Something occurs to him; Even lost in his own head, even if they didn't answer, the figures motioned for him to follow. ]

Whoever you're seeing... would they run away from you?

Only if it wanted me to follow it into a trap. [Which here? Lydia isn't here, no one he knows is here. There's no point in baiting him here.]

He'd be-- more direct.

[ Fucking hell, he needs a cigarette. Roman's fingers drum on the side of his leg as he thinks. There's no way Peter wouldn't have heard him calling. And Peter wouldn't leave him. ]

So they're not real. Shee-it. What is real?

If I could answer that, we probably wouldn't be having this conversation. [It would be like the Matrix, and Stiles would be offering him a red or blue pill.]

I think we are. The people here are-- varied, and I've talked to a few. But day and night changes, so I can't tell you much more with certainty.

NIGHT 2 ✦ JUL 24 - JUL 27

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lol canon point

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