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Chris Hartley ([personal profile] thechoiceisyours) wrote in [community profile] hadriel2016-02-17 12:57 am

[002] Video | Around 10 AM on the 17th

[The last few days have been... A little strange. At first no one had thought much of Emily being a little more difficult than usual, and Josh is always a bit unpredictable, but it had quickly grown apparent there was something wrong. By the morning of the 17th it had become clear what.

Chris appears on camera first, looking very forcibly composed. This is not going to be good news, but it has to be said and the sooner the better; he isn't sure exactly what kind of timescale they're looking at, but the quicker everyone knows what they're dealing with hopefully less people will get hurt.]

Okay, so, everyone is probably starting to like... Figure out something weird is going on.

[Something weird. Yeah. That's one way to put it. He glances off-camera a bit nervously, then back.]

It's um... We know what it is. So we're going to tell you what we know, and try to figure out what to do from there.

[This is surely already inspiring confidence, but honestly he just still can't quite believe this is happening again. It's surreal, and that's probably for the best right now because it makes explaining at all possible.]

Back where we all were before we got here, there's this... Monster, called the wendigo. People turn into it when they um, engage in cannibalism. You should probably all stop eating anything with meat in it.

[Because that's a thing.]

[Locked away in a room, all by herself, is Emily, who is currently in the midst of her transformation. While she is not really in any shape to be involved in this announcement, she's got something she absolutely needs everyone in this godforsaken fucking CAVE, WHAT THE FUCK, to know.

As her eyesight has been going, her hearing has been improving. Every word her friends are saying carries perfectly over to her, around the walls and through the door that is doubtless barred by furniture.

So when Chris mentions the cannibalism thing, she expects him to follow up with that VERY IMPORTANT THING THEY'D DISCUSSED A FEW DAYS AGO. But of course he doesn't, because he's a fucking idiot who's too busy pining over Ashley to do anything of actual importance.

GOD, her friends are morons. (Except Sam. Sam's all right.)

Before anyone else can say anything to move this fucking substandard video message away from this very important thing, Emily takes a deep breath and veritably goddamn fucking bellows--]


[Her duty done, Emily snarls at the door of her fucking prison what the fuck, and stalks over to the bed, hunched over with the beginnings of her body's deformation under the curse.

God fucking damnit.]

... Yeah, there's no easy way to put it. Things are gonna get bad.

[ The phone moves a little so that both Sam and Chris are in the frame, the latter still looking off in the direction the off-camera outburst came from. Sam looks weary and it seems like the color's drained from her face. How is this even happening again? Her gaze settles back onto the camera and she shifts in her seat, leaning forward a little with her brows knit together. ]

Wendigos eat people, [ In case anyone needed any more clarification. ] and as far as we know there's no cure. Whatever Fear did, people are transforming and there's not a lot of time left.

[ Sam sits back again and drops her gaze, trying to piece together information she remembers from that night. There's the flamethrower guy's journal, which seems pretty important to touch on. He was the expert, after all. There's also Hannah's scrawled journal from the mines... That may be a good place to start but — god. ]

So, we know it starts with hunger. You feel like you're starving no matter what you do, and then you get — really strong. At least one we saw could just fucking... tear people apart.

[ "One." Like she doesn't know who it really was. Like she wasn't close enough to see that butterfly tattoo. She glances at Chris for a second before going on. ]

And that's the thing. You'll want to rip into people, because at some point you won't be you anymore. I think you lose yourself until all that's left is the hunger.

Those of you that aren't, you know... [Turning into horrible monsters.] There's a few things you can do. I don't like, suggest fighting a wendigo unless you totally have to. It's not a great experience.

[Because yeah, tearing people apart is definitely not too tough for a wendigo. He got to see a nice first hand demonstration of that.]

If you've got a shotgun, it'll knock them back for a few seconds, but you're gonna run out of bullets or miss a shot and I don't know if anyone here even has a shotgun...

[But not really the point, and okay, stay on focus. It's a little difficult to explain while still trying not to think too hard about the subject, but he's doing his best.]

Knives and normal bullets won't do anything. Fire's the only sure thing. But your best bet is just to not move, like, at all. They can't see you if you don't move.

[He glances toward Sam, not sure if they've covered everything that people need to know to not be immediately killed by their former friends.]

[ She nods to Chris in agreement, then adds in another tidbit. ]

I, uh — I beat one with a shovel after it'd been in an explosion though, and it's head rolled off. Just make sure you burn them first and you should be able to get past its skin. Oh, augh... I also read that they can "mimic their prey." Not really sure how it works, but let's just say I trust the source.

[ It simultaneously feels like they've covered everything important and not nearly enough. Sam folds her arms over her chest and looks at Chris again, unable to hide the worry from her face. ]

I am... I'm so sorry that this is happening. Honestly, it's like a waking nightmare. Those of you that are changing — god, I can't even imagine what you're feeling, but you deserve answers, so... we're here. There's still a lot we don't know, but we're here if you have questions or just wanna talk. Um, my name's Sam, and this is Chris. Emily and Mike have experience with this stuff too, in case you hear from them.

Be safe.

[ooc: Please let us know somewhere in your comment if you'd like a reply from a specific character, otherwise anyone (or all of them!) may respond to comments. Also, threadjacking is totally fine by us so feel free to jump in and out of any conversations!]
bekommen: (for fear tonight is all.)

video; for chris but also open c':

[personal profile] bekommen 2016-02-18 01:47 am (UTC)(link)

[Nick's eyes are wide with the shock of what she's just heard. Wendigos. Those monsters Chris told her about, when they'd traded stories about being terrorized in Canada, during the blizzard.]

Fuck. I know you wouldn't joke about something as fucked up as this. What the actual fuck.
Edited 2016-02-18 01:47 (UTC)
bekommen: (gimme shelter.)


[personal profile] bekommen 2016-02-18 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
[She laughs, a touch hysterical, for much the same reason - it's not funny, it's fucking absurd.]

Christ, if there's a lottery for unlucky, I'd say you won it.
bekommen: (for fear your grace should fall.)


[personal profile] bekommen 2016-02-18 02:27 am (UTC)(link)

[OK, no. This is fine. Nick's not panicking. (She's totally panicking.)]

Well - you've fought these things before, right? What's the fucking plan here?
bekommen: (nothing lasts forever.)


[personal profile] bekommen 2016-02-18 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Waiting out a pack of wendigos seems like a REALLY BAD IDEA. Not that Nick has any better ideas at the moment.]

Shit ... we're all gonna die.

[Nick buries her face in her hands for a tense moment, then looks up at the camera again.]

This is like, hypothetical zombie apocalypse territory, right? You gotta kill people when they're infected, before they turn completely and kill everyone else. Isn't that how it works?
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bekommen: (gimme shelter.)


[personal profile] bekommen 2016-02-18 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
[She's ready to argue, mouth already open, words heavy in the back of her throat - of course they're gonna die, how could he possibly think they'll escape the latest horrorshow unscathed? - but she sees Chris' reaction, the way he loses focus for a moment, and it kills the argument dead on her tongue. He's been so calm through everything so far, a genuine rock of a guy, always there with a good distraction or a reassuring word. Seeing him shaken, even momentarily - that might be the most frightening thing of all.]

No. But they can still kill us all.

[And that's bad enough.]

If I start going, I'm counting on you to cut off my head before it gets bad.
bekommen: (for fear your grace should fall.)


[personal profile] bekommen 2016-02-18 12:39 pm (UTC)(link)
No, believe me, I'm a fucking vegetarian from here on out. Christ, this is so fucked up.

[Cannibals. It's like something out of a bad horror movie, and it's slowly beginning to dawn on Nick what it means that Chris has dealt with all this before.]

Are you, um. You gonna be OK?
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bekommen: (gimme shelter.)


[personal profile] bekommen 2016-02-19 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, that's about what Nick expected. And it's a shitty feeling, knowing that things are fucked up and there's pretty much nothing she can do about it.]

Well, hey. Didn't you say you were pretty good at surviving this horrorshow bullshit?

[That's about as good as a pep talk as she's capable of coming up with.]
bekommen: (nothing lasts forever.)


[personal profile] bekommen 2016-02-19 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. Plus all the horrible shit here - that blizzard, and being buried. If I knew shit about sports I'd pull out some kind of metaphor here.
bekommen: (come laugh get sick.)


[personal profile] bekommen 2016-02-23 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
[She laughs at that, and it's only about halfway to hysterics, which is a pretty big improvement over how she felt at the start of this conversation.]

Yeah, I guess I fuckin' did, huh. Shit. Guess these assholes better watch out for Team Don't Fuck With Us.
bekommen: (gimme shelter.)


[personal profile] bekommen 2016-02-26 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah ... maybe that's how we get out of here. Stop feeling shit until they get bored of us and send us back.

[If only it was that easy. If only feelings came with an off switch.]
bekommen: (for fear your grace should fall.)


[personal profile] bekommen 2016-02-26 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Guess we gotta work on the other two, then. I don't really get the feeling they're all playing on the same team, y'know?
bekommen: (mad bull lost its way.)


[personal profile] bekommen 2016-02-29 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
He's a creep. I wouldn't ask him to piss on me if I was on fire.
bekommen: (for fear your grace should fall.)


[personal profile] bekommen 2016-02-29 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
No shit. How do get to be a god if you're this fucking incompetent?


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