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SILENT HORIZON - [Part 1: The In-Between] [modplot]
Who| Everyone who signed up
What| 2 spoopy
Where| In The In-Between, the pocket dimension inside the Silent Horizon
When| After Valor's Day. Mission starts shortly before "No Sanity Clause" and runs simultaneously in game time
Warnings/Notes| Potential warnings for EVERYTHING. This is a horror plot that may tread a lot of ground. Please keep in mind that you can stumble on disturbing stuff in almost any thread. We advise all players to put warnings in the subjects of threads when they lean towards cut-worthy stuff.
The mission was simple. The team had to board the derelict Silent Horizon, a ship with an experimental stardrive, after it finally reappeared in UP space, many hours after it was supposed to reappear, during its first field test. No life signs were aboard, but the presence of several Roboticans on the crew -- who were undetectable by bioscan -- meant that the ship had to be boarded to make sure the Robotican crewmen were gone, too.
The United Planets government, concerned about the loss of the crew members, asked the Legion to step in, in case the threat on board was of a metapowered nature. Due to the massive danger implied by an entire starship crew going missing, the response team sent on the mission was relatively large, more than enough to handle any hostiles. None of this "we'll just send one tiny team to go alone into a giant starship against an unknown threat" business. No, if there was a hostile force on the ship, the plan was "let's drop 25+ Legionnaires on its head." Safety in numbers.
It was a good idea. In theory. In most cases, it would've given them the edge that would've let them face something very nasty without succumbing to it themselves. But in practice, it just meant that it was a much larger team that suddenly went missing after watching the last video log of the previous crew on the command deck.
Screams poured out of the screen the moment it started to play -- automatically -- when they entered the command deck. Onscreen, they saw the original crew murdering each other, tearing each other apart in a blood-soaked rampage.
"Wait, stop! What's wrong with everyone? Why are you --?" cried out one of the Robotican crew members, clearly immune from whatever was causing the madness, but his cries went unheeded as one of his Coluan crew-mates bashed his head clean off with a chair.
After the video played, the darkness swept in, wrapping around the whole team of Legionnaires, making them feel frozen all the way down to their bones and stealing consciousness away from them. When they woke again, they all found themselves separated, waking up in a realm of nightmares.
The halls breathe here -- at least in the places that have walls. They flex in and out, like the passageways inside the lungs. Sometimes the walls give way to open nightmare-scapes, remote and foggy, or bright and alien and exposed. The landscape bends and shifts around them, reacting to their thoughts and fears. And every so often, far off, there is the pitter-pat of something strange moving through this place. Like the sound of many feet -- or hands -- slapping against the ground or flesh-walls.
At some point, there is always a voice that each of them hears, tinny and robotic and distant, warning them of a being called the Faceless, that rules this realm. They're told not to feed from his blood, that if they do they'll be made a part of this place. If they accept his offer, and change forms, they'll eventually bleed to death, and if the Faceless isn't stopped before they die, those that die in their mutated forms will belong to him forever.
It's not the only voice they'll hear, though. This is a land filled with whispers. And screams. And the sounds of begging sometimes, too.
And for some of the Legionnaires, the In-Between speaks to them, touches something deep and dark inside them -- and it's calling them home.
What| 2 spoopy
Where| In The In-Between, the pocket dimension inside the Silent Horizon
When| After Valor's Day. Mission starts shortly before "No Sanity Clause" and runs simultaneously in game time
Warnings/Notes| Potential warnings for EVERYTHING. This is a horror plot that may tread a lot of ground. Please keep in mind that you can stumble on disturbing stuff in almost any thread. We advise all players to put warnings in the subjects of threads when they lean towards cut-worthy stuff.
The mission was simple. The team had to board the derelict Silent Horizon, a ship with an experimental stardrive, after it finally reappeared in UP space, many hours after it was supposed to reappear, during its first field test. No life signs were aboard, but the presence of several Roboticans on the crew -- who were undetectable by bioscan -- meant that the ship had to be boarded to make sure the Robotican crewmen were gone, too.
The United Planets government, concerned about the loss of the crew members, asked the Legion to step in, in case the threat on board was of a metapowered nature. Due to the massive danger implied by an entire starship crew going missing, the response team sent on the mission was relatively large, more than enough to handle any hostiles. None of this "we'll just send one tiny team to go alone into a giant starship against an unknown threat" business. No, if there was a hostile force on the ship, the plan was "let's drop 25+ Legionnaires on its head." Safety in numbers.
It was a good idea. In theory. In most cases, it would've given them the edge that would've let them face something very nasty without succumbing to it themselves. But in practice, it just meant that it was a much larger team that suddenly went missing after watching the last video log of the previous crew on the command deck.
Screams poured out of the screen the moment it started to play -- automatically -- when they entered the command deck. Onscreen, they saw the original crew murdering each other, tearing each other apart in a blood-soaked rampage.
"Wait, stop! What's wrong with everyone? Why are you --?" cried out one of the Robotican crew members, clearly immune from whatever was causing the madness, but his cries went unheeded as one of his Coluan crew-mates bashed his head clean off with a chair.
After the video played, the darkness swept in, wrapping around the whole team of Legionnaires, making them feel frozen all the way down to their bones and stealing consciousness away from them. When they woke again, they all found themselves separated, waking up in a realm of nightmares.
The halls breathe here -- at least in the places that have walls. They flex in and out, like the passageways inside the lungs. Sometimes the walls give way to open nightmare-scapes, remote and foggy, or bright and alien and exposed. The landscape bends and shifts around them, reacting to their thoughts and fears. And every so often, far off, there is the pitter-pat of something strange moving through this place. Like the sound of many feet -- or hands -- slapping against the ground or flesh-walls.
At some point, there is always a voice that each of them hears, tinny and robotic and distant, warning them of a being called the Faceless, that rules this realm. They're told not to feed from his blood, that if they do they'll be made a part of this place. If they accept his offer, and change forms, they'll eventually bleed to death, and if the Faceless isn't stopped before they die, those that die in their mutated forms will belong to him forever.
It's not the only voice they'll hear, though. This is a land filled with whispers. And screams. And the sounds of begging sometimes, too.
And for some of the Legionnaires, the In-Between speaks to them, touches something deep and dark inside them -- and it's calling them home.
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Breathe. Right. So easy.
Calm down. Right. How could he calm down when he was in this horrific place and his body was betraying him? Was this even real? It felt real. It hurt too much for it to be a dream. And Stephen was familiar enough with the multiverse that this wasn't outside the realm of the impossible. Very little was.
"I don't understand, where is everyone? What happened!?"
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"After that mentally scarring video we saw that I really, really wish I could unsee --" it'd had even him cringing and looking away in horror, and he'd seen some pretty terrifying stuff in his time. "-- this...force swept through the command deck and it seemed to knock everyone out."
He remembered seeing people falling around him, right before his mind had slipped away, too. It was still a little fuzzy but he was used to concentrating through all the scary.
"Then we woke up here." He looked around. "Wherever here is."
A pause.
"I'm thinking of calling it 'The Weird.' Or maybe the Negaverse?" he shrugged. "It's a work in progress. Anyway, let me look at your face and see if this thing can come off or if your face went all weird and turned into it."
He reached up towards Stephen's face, slowly and carefully, making it clear he wasn't trying to hurt him, to see if the mask seemed attached or if it was actually part of him now.
With Stephen's knifey fingers it wasn't like it'd be easy to do it for himself.
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"Or the Strange?" Despite everything, Stephen's sometimes very poor sense of humor was still somehow intact.
Well, Dipper had a point at least. Maybe it was just a mask. And he was in danger of accidentally decapitating himself if he tried so...he leaned forward a bit and bent down so he could reach it better.
If Dipper tried, he would see that the bone in fact, was very much made up of the bone that was once inside Stephen's face. Around the bloodied edges it would seem like the bird-skull was in fact, his own that had just sort of burst from his face, whatever muscle and skin was there had either turned into bone, or been destroyed by it. The fact he hadn't bled to death yet proved it was likely the former.
"I don't think it's a mask. Ow."
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But then he got a closer look at the beak and the way it was clearly a part of his face and Dipper's own face fell. Not good. That wasn't good. It meant that he was changing, and if that was the case, who knew what else this place could do to them?
"I've seen a few of the others, even though we got separated. Not everyone's changing like this so that means there's something --"
His eye stung again and he grimaced and pressed his knuckles against his closed eyelid. When he opened it again, the blood started streaming more evenly. Maybe Stephen was right about him being hurt. He tried to hold onto that thought as hard as he could, even though it was trying to flutter off.
He closed his eye and held his hand over it, trying to put pressure on it, backing away and crouching down, looking up at Strange with his good eye.
"--there's something affecting only some of us. Or it's affecting all of us but some of us faster than others. If this place could magically turn us all into monsters instantly it probably would have done it already. That means it's something that can probably be stopped -- or at least slowed down."
This was what he always did in situations like these. Logiced his way through it. He found the patterns -- or lack thereof -- and figured out the rules. Or he figured out there weren't rules. He wasn't really picky about it, because knowing either at least gave you something to work with.
"I know you're probably freaked out right now. I've had weird things like this happen to me -- like one time I got pulled right out of my body and a demonic triangle possessed it for a while, and I had to talk to my sister through puppets -- but whatever's behind this probably wants us afraid."
He reached out and awkwardly patted Stephen's arm. He apparently didn't seem to think there was anything strange at all about being a kid who was comforting an adult that was turning into a plague doctor birdman.
Par for the course, really.
"The important thing? You're not alone. Even if something happens to me or we get separated, the others are wandering around in here, too. Which definitely gives us better chances."
If they could find each other and work together...
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Astral projection was starting to seem positively normal compared to this.
"We should try to stick together as much as we can," Stephen had a feeling that wouldn't last. Not in a place like this. Not when it was so hard to focus.
"Have you run across anyone else? Anyone...um...like me?"
There was a part of him that was absolutely horrified by all this. It was buried mostly under the even odder feeling that this was all normal. The sane bit of his brain was frantic, desperately trying to tell him to get out of here. His face...his hands...look what happened...what if this couldn't be fixed!? What if he had to live the rest of his life like this!? His FACE--
And yet...why not? This was all...not that bad...really...
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Which...was maybe part of the problem. This place was whispering to the part of him that was used to all things strange, trying to make him feel that he belonged here.
"Yeah. I saw...people."
They'd been...a little further gone.
He tugged Strange by the sleeve, to get him up and moving.
"But I also saw other people who were still themselves. We should try to find them."