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I recall that the people went about with pale and worried faces, and whispered warnings and prophecies which no one dared consciously repeat or acknowledge to himself that he had heard. A sense of monstrous guilt was upon the land, and out of the abysses between the stars swept chill currents that made men shiver in dark and lonely places.
–H.P. Lovecraft, Nyarlathotep

Jun. 13th, 2017

Jun. 13th, 2017 03:10 pm

( KILL LOG - WEEK 4, SETO )

[It's past curfew. The sun hands lazily over the horizon — always present, always watching. There is a chill in the air, cold enough to send shivers down your spine while numbing your fingertips.

Though Kaiba definitely remembers heading to his room on time, he will suddenly find himself standing in the middle of the Parking Lot. There is (presumably) no one around at this hour, all current survivors adhering to the curfew established in the rulebook.

So, what now?]
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Jun. 13th, 2017 03:15 pm

( KILL LOG - WEEK 4, BAKURA )

[no one told me where to start this off so instead you get this

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Jun. 13th, 2017 11:09 pm

( SEANCE - WEEK 4, DAVE )

[Like before, Emily's hands and forehead are slathered in cool blood in preparation for the ritual. She's made to sit in the middle of the circle, a coppery stench filling her nostrils as her back faces the only exit in the room. Next to her is the usual white basin, dried blood staining its edges as a severed hand stares back at her.

Craftly will stick around in case his assistance is needed, but won't participate in the conversation. Though neither Dave nor Emily will be able to see each other, they will still be able to hear their voices as clearly as if they were speaking in person. Now, it's up to the Medium to initiate the conversation.]
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