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reveriemod ([personal profile] reveriemod) wrote in [community profile] reverielogs2018-08-01 07:17 pm

( 004 » ENSEMBLE ) decay

» WHO? EVERYONE
» WHEN? August 1 - 31
» WHERE? the entire station
» WHAT? Characters begin suffering mysterious and varied symptoms. (More info can be found HERE.)
» WARNINGS? illness, body transformation, loss of limb, general body horror, blood, gore





0 0 1 » STAGE 1

Characters start suffering from a light fever. They’ll feel tired and achy, more inclined to bundle up in a warm sweater (if they have one) and drink tea or have chicken soup in bed than anything else. Unfortunately, the food fabricators still don’t provide the best comfort food.

Admittedly: some people are more affected than others. Some don’t seem to be affected at all.



0 0 2 » STAGE 2

For some characters, the fever will go away and they will feel fine for a brief period. It was probably just a cold, right? And then new symptoms set in: something dark and black spreads from their heart toward their extremities through their veins, making them stand out strongly. It hurts a little, or maybe a lot and no one knows what causes this or what it is that is spreading so darkly through their veins.

For some other characters, the fever will also go away and they will feel fine for a brief period before different symptoms set in: something hard starts spreading beneath their skin, making movements just a little more difficult for affected areas. The pain of this ranges from light discomfort to severe.

For yet other characters, the fever grows worse. They experience hallucinations of their extremities turning to dust, just the way it looks when someone arrives on or disappears from the station. They lose sensation in their extremities during those hallucinatory episodes, so if they reach out to touch something with a hand they think has disappeared, they’ll feel nothing. If they try to walk and then hallucinate their legs disappearing, they’ll stumble and fall to the floor.




0 0 3 » STAGE 3

For some characters, the blackness spreads and brings additional symptoms and worsening conditions with it: their skin starts to rot and fall off, toe or fingernails or entire toes or fingers might rot and fall off, wounds open that ooze a black and foul smelling, thick fluid dripping without looking to stop even if pressure is applied. It’s painful, and the open, infected looking wounds will not close, however much characters try to treat them.

Slowly, these characters’ bodies seem to rot and decay while they still live. For non-organic characters, it’s as if their wires are melting down, metals merging together and seeping through components.

For other characters, the hardness spreads and brings additional symptoms and worsening conditions with it: some of their joints may no longer move at all, their skin turning hard and impenetrable. Characters will also their sensory perception of affected limbs/surfaces, becoming unable to notice when someone touches them on an affected area. They may also lose any other sense if the infection spreads to their eyes, their ears, their mouths. Moving is slow, difficult, painful, until it becomes practically impossible. The noises their joints make seem robotic.

Slowly, these characters seem to turn into something else. Something hard and metallic, something unfeeling and impenetrable. Something inhuman?

For those who were still suffering from the fever, it seems like there is finally some good news: the fever lets up - but then affected characters find first their skin and increasingly the entirety of their body turning translucent and insubstantial. It will start with their skin and spread to the tissue beneath. One moment, they are able to see their own organs working, their heart pumping as their ribcage turns see-through… and a while later, well. Have you ever watched someone’s heart disappear? Now’s your chance.

It might reappear for a moment, as though flickering in and out of existence. It might disappear entirely. Slowly, these characters seem to fade from existence.



0 0 4 » STAGE 4

The tables turn as characters’ bodies gain ground in the fight to return back to normal, but some changes disappear sooner than others and some might even seem to be permanent.



0 0 5 » INVESTIGATION

What is wrong with you? What is wrong with everyone? What caused it and how can these symptoms be treated, halted, reversed?

Is there a cure or is it possible to at least understand what’s going on?



pampa: (040)

[personal profile] pampa 2018-08-06 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
The familiar voice gets him to lean back on his legs, sitting up the best he can and flipping his head back to take Bodhi in.

"Really? Because I think this is exactly the kind of fucking day suicide pacts were invented for."
onlydoubts: (✘ it seems to be the way)

[personal profile] onlydoubts 2018-08-16 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Seems like it, doesn't it." Bodhi sighs, letting his head drop to his chest and wincing at the clanking noise the movement makes. If they haven't found a cure in a few days he'll probably be completely metal - looking more like a droid than human.

Even that tiny bit of hope that hasn't been blown out is enough to cling to.

"But I'm not ready to give up yet, and neither should you."
pampa: (014)

cw: more suicide talk

[personal profile] pampa 2018-08-18 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
The clang gets a mirroring wince from Miller, knowing what's happening to Bodhi is something he keeps seeing. Kovacs, Apollo... He sighs.

"My death was always supposed to be my choice. I know that's fucked up, that's not how most people go, right? They get- they get sick. Maybe not like this, but it's not so different. I got cancer, but I wouldn't let that keep me down either. I'd rather go out now, while I've still got some dignity left."

He knows it won't be so simple, everyone who's died so far has come back. And when he pats his breast pocket he remembers - Kovacs' sister's hair is in there. The one dead body this station has ever seen for more than a minute. He can't take the only piece of her out the airlock with him, and so he begins to try and get up. First, by leaning back onto his knees, then he's looking for something he can grab onto, steadily talking himself into reaching for the door handle. he has no idea if he can hold on long enough to get himself standing, but when has he ever given up? On some level, even through the mind fog, he knows Bodhi is right.

Miller throws his hand at the door desperately, gasping when it connects, his palm slapping the surface loudly. After that, it's a few tries until he can grip on, phasing through and vision failing him, but he's clawing his way up. He gets one foot under him, then another, and then he's shakily standing up, running quaking fingers back through his hair, damp with sweat from the effort. "There, satisfied?"