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Event № 2 : March 2024
Event № 2 : March 2024
Part I; Chapter 4. Stardust on our boots
Part I; Chapter 4. Stardust on our boots
I. Rooftops are shaking under the pressure of days
March 1st.

CWs: nonfatal earthquake.
On the first of the month, characters are awoken by the ground under their beds—and their beds themselves—shaking with deep tremors, accompanied by a low rumble from deep within the earth. Picture frames fall off shelves, decorative plates crash to the floor, potted plants leap from windowsills and become heaps of potting soil and shattered terra cotta. Dogs bark and howl through the neighborhood. Animals panic. Any lights left on overnight go out; phone lines are dead, switches do nothing.
The earthquake—which experienced characters might be able to ballpark as less than or about equal to a 6 magnitude at most—lasts about fifteen minutes, although the single jolt of a solitary aftershock comes about an hour later. Even once it ends, however, the animals seem just as uneasy. Horses at the riding stable stare at nothing in the horizon, necks upright and rigid, nostrils flaring, bodies stiff. The birds are silent. Dogs pant nervously, hiding or barking incessantly or both—it's probably best to take them outside on a leash, lest they panic and escape the yard. Even as the neighbors step outside to see if everyone's okay, cats hide under beds and dressers, refusing to come out. Though the townies seem a little rattled by the event themselves, none of them remark upon how incredibly unusual, even unheard of, an earthquake in the mid-Atlantic state of Maryland is.
On the first of the month, characters are awoken by the ground under their beds—and their beds themselves—shaking with deep tremors, accompanied by a low rumble from deep within the earth. Picture frames fall off shelves, decorative plates crash to the floor, potted plants leap from windowsills and become heaps of potting soil and shattered terra cotta. Dogs bark and howl through the neighborhood. Animals panic. Any lights left on overnight go out; phone lines are dead, switches do nothing.
The earthquake—which experienced characters might be able to ballpark as less than or about equal to a 6 magnitude at most—lasts about fifteen minutes, although the single jolt of a solitary aftershock comes about an hour later. Even once it ends, however, the animals seem just as uneasy. Horses at the riding stable stare at nothing in the horizon, necks upright and rigid, nostrils flaring, bodies stiff. The birds are silent. Dogs pant nervously, hiding or barking incessantly or both—it's probably best to take them outside on a leash, lest they panic and escape the yard. Even as the neighbors step outside to see if everyone's okay, cats hide under beds and dressers, refusing to come out. Though the townies seem a little rattled by the event themselves, none of them remark upon how incredibly unusual, even unheard of, an earthquake in the mid-Atlantic state of Maryland is.
II. That old evil spirit, so deep down in your ground
March 1st.

CWs: dead birds, bird attacks, attacks to face, animal suffering.
Following their eerie silence, numerous pigeons and crows around town begin to behave just as oddly as the domesticated animals on the day of the earthquake: some wander aimlessly in circles, others sit on power lines with their feathers fluffed up, heads pulled back into their bodies, eyes closed to a squint. Some begin to pull out their own feathers until naked pink patches appear within a matter of hours. Handfuls of dead birds appear on roads, in yards, and in the park. Around midday, the most troubling new behavior emerges: some of the birds begin to swoop down and attack visitors to the park, pecking and scratching with a particular affinity for faces, refusing to give up their pursuit until the target has taken shelter indoors. By late afternoon, some of them make their way onto Haven Street and demonstrate the same behavior; characters can barely step outside without being mobbed by a flock of anywhere from five to eight of the birds.
It’s not just pigeons. Particularly unlucky characters may find themselves terrorized by the neighborhood’s resident Red-tailed Hawk, which bites and tears with sickle-like talons and a sharp, hooked beak evolved to rip apart flesh, requiring serious medical attention.
Within a few hours, the emergency radios in characters' homes turn on untouched, all playing the same message: This is Dick Clark, your police chief, with Cecil LaMont, your town animal control officer. This morning's earthquake has passed, and no further aftershocks are anticipated. You may leave shelter, but remain indoors. Animal Control and the police department are aware of strange behavior from local birds and recent attacks in the neighborhood.
The situation is being actively investigated by veterinarians. Birds are carriers of many diseases, and can cause serious damage with beaks and talons. The birds are known to be free of rabies virus. If you are subject to an attack that breaks skin, seek medical attention. If you must leave your home for any reason, park as close to the entrance to buildings as possible, and walk quickly until you are indoors. If birds begin to attack, cover your face to protect your eyes, nose, and mouth. Do not touch any dead animals. If dead birds are found in your yard, contact animal control for removal service.
Keep your home radio tuned to this station for further instructions.
The abnormal behavior of the animals around town, including the feral and wild birds, ends around midnight, and the Sunday paper on the 10th attributes the strange behavior to a non-zoonotic avian influenza that has since been eradicated thanks to quick action on the part of Animal Control and the town veterinarian.
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— Because power is out, the usual close-captioned television broadcast that has accompanied emergency broadcasts in the past is not available. The only way to receive the message is by audio from the household's cordless emergency radio or by transcription from someone who can hear it. All houses are outfitted with an emergency radio of this type.
—Characters who try to kill the birds with firearms will be re-educated and will have the gun confiscated by the police in addition to being hit with a significant monetary fine. What are you thinking, firing off rounds in the middle of a neighborhood?
Following their eerie silence, numerous pigeons and crows around town begin to behave just as oddly as the domesticated animals on the day of the earthquake: some wander aimlessly in circles, others sit on power lines with their feathers fluffed up, heads pulled back into their bodies, eyes closed to a squint. Some begin to pull out their own feathers until naked pink patches appear within a matter of hours. Handfuls of dead birds appear on roads, in yards, and in the park. Around midday, the most troubling new behavior emerges: some of the birds begin to swoop down and attack visitors to the park, pecking and scratching with a particular affinity for faces, refusing to give up their pursuit until the target has taken shelter indoors. By late afternoon, some of them make their way onto Haven Street and demonstrate the same behavior; characters can barely step outside without being mobbed by a flock of anywhere from five to eight of the birds.
It’s not just pigeons. Particularly unlucky characters may find themselves terrorized by the neighborhood’s resident Red-tailed Hawk, which bites and tears with sickle-like talons and a sharp, hooked beak evolved to rip apart flesh, requiring serious medical attention.
Within a few hours, the emergency radios in characters' homes turn on untouched, all playing the same message: This is Dick Clark, your police chief, with Cecil LaMont, your town animal control officer. This morning's earthquake has passed, and no further aftershocks are anticipated. You may leave shelter, but remain indoors. Animal Control and the police department are aware of strange behavior from local birds and recent attacks in the neighborhood.
The situation is being actively investigated by veterinarians. Birds are carriers of many diseases, and can cause serious damage with beaks and talons. The birds are known to be free of rabies virus. If you are subject to an attack that breaks skin, seek medical attention. If you must leave your home for any reason, park as close to the entrance to buildings as possible, and walk quickly until you are indoors. If birds begin to attack, cover your face to protect your eyes, nose, and mouth. Do not touch any dead animals. If dead birds are found in your yard, contact animal control for removal service.
Keep your home radio tuned to this station for further instructions.
The abnormal behavior of the animals around town, including the feral and wild birds, ends around midnight, and the Sunday paper on the 10th attributes the strange behavior to a non-zoonotic avian influenza that has since been eradicated thanks to quick action on the part of Animal Control and the town veterinarian.
Notes:
— Because power is out, the usual close-captioned television broadcast that has accompanied emergency broadcasts in the past is not available. The only way to receive the message is by audio from the household's cordless emergency radio or by transcription from someone who can hear it. All houses are outfitted with an emergency radio of this type.
—Characters who try to kill the birds with firearms will be re-educated and will have the gun confiscated by the police in addition to being hit with a significant monetary fine. What are you thinking, firing off rounds in the middle of a neighborhood?
III. Welcome to the Twilight Zone
March 2nd.

CWs: none.
That night, characters don't sleep as they usually do. Maybe they don't dream, or maybe they have unusually vivid dreams. Nightmares and night terrors pop up for those who may never have experienced them in their lives. There's one common denominator, however: everyone sleeps, even if they try to stay awake, unable to resist the leaden urge to sit down and close their eyes.
On the morning of the second, their new neighbors arrive; in the case of those characters who haven’t moved into an existing household, they take the place of NPC neighbors—waking up in well-lived-in homes without a single trace of the prior inhabitants but quite a few indicators of their own occupancy. Even the refrigerators are stocked with unexpired food—all of which the newly (and oldly) appointed couples, or bachelors, will now need to throw out because power still hasn't returned.
Might as well go say hello, although new characters looking to meet Dr. Ravichandran are out of luck—uncharacteristically, the door to his office, which is usually left bowed in universal academic code for 'knock first', is closed for several days at the beginning of the month, and students who happen to pass him in the hallways of the community college's science department on his rare excursions from his office might notice that some of the friendly, at-ease shine to his deep brown eyes has been replaced with something more serious.
Notes:
—Characters entering an existing household will wake up in the same bed as the current resident, and all of the photographs will now show both of them standing together instead of the single person they showed the day prior.
—Characters who played out arrival threads on the TDM may choose to have their character arrive in this round instead of on February 2nd if they are not keeping any threads from other TDM prompts exclusive to the month of February canon.
—Power and telephone service returns on March 3rd. Characters working at the hospital, or visiting it due to injuries, will notice that the diesel emergency generators fill the air with the same foul chemical smell that filled the supply closet from Ruby's memory on January 1st.
IV. Burned out shell of a Volkswagen
March 3rd.

CWs: sweating, obsessive-compulsive cleaning behavior/paranoia
On the third, in addition to the return of power to the neighborhood, another controlled burn is announced over the radio and close-captioning, and characters are advised to keep their windows shut to keep out “nuisance smoke”—smelling and looking just like it did early last month, carrying faint notes of burning plastic. Characters who have been near a controlled burn or forest fire will note that neither smells like that.
Within about an hour of the smoke drifting in the direction of Haven Street, characters begin to feel a lot hotter under their clothes—even though it’s only 48 degrees outside. Even bare skin feels covered; they sweat, but it’s as though an invisible, unbreathable layer surrounds them, preventing it from evaporating or bringing any cool even once their shirts are soaked through. Even feet sweat, uncomfortably hot; the tops of wellington boots they aren’t wearing brush the tops of their calves every time they take a step.
And characters feel the weight of something: the phantom sensation of metal strapped to their backs, straps digging into their shoulders, thick rubberized material over their bodies, crinkling and pressing into them when they bend even though nothing's there except their nightclothes.
Their thoughts cease to feel entirely their own: characters are struck by a feeling of weariness, looking forward to the end of something, of standing in front of an incredible radiating warmth like a bonfire in any direction they turn. If they shower that night, they may find themselves struck by a feeling that they're not clean, losing themselves in scrubbing at their skin from head to toe for an hour or more, even once the water runs cold.
V. Poisoning pigeons in the park
March 21st-30th.

CWs: historically inspired extermination of birds with strychinine, implied animal suffering
With March comes a gradual warming of the weather in Sweetwater, and although there are isolated bouts of snow showers, it rarely sticks. The earth remains still after the earthquake on the first, and the weather is utterly mundane by mid-Atlantic standards, lack of geological phenomena included. Although the locals can still be seen wearing their sweaters, cardigans, and jackets, the heavier wool and down coats melt away with the snow, giving way to lighter attire more in tune with weather in the high 50s.
Buds begin to form on the leafless trees in the town park, although it isn’t quite warm enough for them to flower. With the melting of the ice and snow Canada Geese return to the pond and begin to nest at its banks—probably best not to disturb them. Pigeons, too, return in unusually large flocks, covering the brick pathways in iridescent purple-gray droves, leaving droppings on benches and playground equipment. It would seem that the avian influenza that affected such a large portion of the town's avian population didn't do "enough", or so the townspeople say as they regard urea-covered cars, sitting places, and awnings.
After several complaints from the locals, animal control announces in the newspaper that control measures will be put in place to cull the population, and, starting on the 21st of the month, deer corn laced with the poison strychinine is scattered around the playground (the 60s are the golden era of child safety!), various benches, and pathways.
Before too long, the poison has its intended effect, and the park becomes quiet, decorated with the limp bodies of dead pigeons. The townspeople seem strangely unreactive to the sight, although on one occasion characters may notice Ruby and her husband Leland bringing their one-year-old son to the park. Both of them seem visibly disturbed.
Animal control is offering some pocket change to anyone who volunteers to help clean them up, but rubber or latex gloves must be worn, and characters are not allowed to keep the bodies. What a great way to bond with the neighbors - or take a closer look?
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Edit to note that while Sans will make sure he sees Dr. Ravichandran leave, he will make sure Dr. Ravichandran doesn't see him.
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sorry for the delete! had to fix something. taken care of!
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margaret houlihan | m*a*s*h | ota, will match format!
ii. that old spirit
iv. poisoning pigeons in the park (cw: animal death/suffering)
v. wildcard
v. sans popping over for medical attention; cw: bloody wounds
Maybe later he'll see about picking up a book on first aid. For now, he needs to deal with this, and he'd rather not go to the hospital if he doesn't absolutely have to. He remembers the little group dinner party, though, and the woman who'd handled introductions: a serious-seeming army nurse. It's going to have to be her. Good thing he's memorized everyone's houses by now. Hopefully she doesn't think that's so creepy that she doesn't fix his arm.
He knocks on the door with his right hand, a motion that makes him feel a little off-balance. He's hanging onto his shirt sleeve with his left arm, trying to keep the wound covered, but there's enough blood that it's dribbling onto the front stoop. Oh well. Hopefully Margaret is home.]
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v. of little white pills
The phone might be faster, but he doesn't trust that the screen can't be read even if he doesn't send the message anywhere, so he's defaulted to a notebook and a pen. There's a pre-written message already at the top of the page, so when Margaret opens the door she's greeted by a scowling beanpole of a man and a page already being pushed into her line of sight.
I have a medical question. Can we talk?
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cw: mention of potential animal harm
cw: mention of potential animal harm
cw: mention of potential animal harm
ii, a
but it's hard to focus on other priorities when she looks out the window and sees the woman being attacked by birds. she quickly, grabs a broom before rushing to the front door. ]
Hey! Over here!
[ she waves to get the woman's attention, ready to usher her into the house. and to hit any birds with the broom if needed. ]
sorry for the delay!
no worries
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i
His eyes snap open when the bed begins to shake, and initially, it doesn't register that it's an earthquake—he doesn't know what it is, just knows that things are falling off shelves and the legs of the dresser are scraping the wooden floor of the "kids' room" (his room) and maybe this is the end, maybe some horrible strange thing is happening in conjunction with everything else here. Panic sets in, but he remembers something from his time in Ohio: in a tornado, you're supposed to go into the bathroom or a basement.
Well, the basement seems like it might collapse, so he defaults to what he knows and scrambles out of bed, hurrying up the staircase with both hands on the twin railings to stabilize himself. He throws open the door to the bathroom and—Margaret is already cowering in her own pajamas, compressed into a ball on one side of the tub as bottles of shampoo and conditioner and who knows what else fall around her. ]
Move over!
[ He's already scrambling in, losing his balance with another large shock of the earth and catching himself on the short metal handrail built above the little cutout ledge where the soap rested before it fell. ]
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Arthur Lester | Malevolent | OTA
II.
BootBird to the Face (cw: bird/panic attack)IV. Wildcard!
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Mr. Lester--Arthur! Are you alright?
[She sounds a little rattled. As she approaches, she finds that her own steps are unsteady, and she almost keels over as she kneels down to help him up.]
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I
And then there’s a voice from one of the neighboring houses, a shout and a swear, and Raskolnikov catches his breath as he turns. The speaker is a man wearing nightclothes, clearly disoriented. He’s a little familiar-looking, though Raskolnikov is sure they haven’t really met before, and certainly not one of the locals — the Sweetwater denizens don’t swear like that. The sentiment is certainly understandable, though Raskolnikov isn’t prone to such language. ]
I don’t know! [ He shakes his head violently, irritated with his own ignorance. ] We didn’t have these in Petersburg.
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ii. insert generic hitchcock reference here
The side piece doesn't wear as well in the pockets of this 1960s getup as it did in his own leather coat, but that seems like a paltry excuse now. So does the fact that Wrench is a little bit out of the habit of murder, when there's no one directing him to pull the trigger. The strange town ought to be its own kind of proof that it's better to be ready for anything.
This time around he's not, but it doesn't stop him from intervening. From his vantage point he sees it all: Arthur walking steadily along the path, before the first avian attack takes him into a crouch and the next brings him crashing down to the earth. The tall man has nothing of substance to arm himself with, but it doesn't stop him from breaking into a jog in the other's direction, ready to beat off the birds by sheer force of will. It's not as if they should be a difficult target, with the way the flutter of feathers and the curve of pinched beaks seem bound and determined to make the blind man their feast. Wrench swings at one winged attacker wildly, scarcely considering the absolute absurdity of it all.
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numbers | fargo | ota, will match format!
ii. that old evil spirit (cw: bird attack)
iii. burnt out shell of a volkswagen
iv. wildcard
ii.
So Chell has grabbed her coat and bag and headed out into the neighborhood to investigate what might have blown up. Her wanderings take her towards the park, where she hears the clattering of wings and sees a flock of pigeons go spraying into the sky away from a figure on the ground. And then OH holy fuck that's -- OH. OH NO.
She breaks into a run, closing the distance in a few seconds. The fact that the hawk doesn't take off and leave this guy alone when she gets near seems to surprise her, for a second -- usually that works! -- but no time to wonder why. She slips her bag off her shoulder, grabs the leather firmly, and takes a swing at the hawk like it owes her money. ]
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cw: violence against birds
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iii
Something's wrong, he tells Numbers helplessly, as if as much isn't already obvious. Maybe he thinks the other man is simply enjoying a little backyard water fight with himself, like he's twelve years old and reclaiming some summer revelry that was stolen away from them too soon. But Wrench feels almost drowned alive in his own sweat.
My skin's on fire. He signs it literally, as if it's not just a sensation but a matter of indesputable fact.
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i for is it too late to tag in 😬
He does find the concept of being human a little foreign, however. It took him days to heal from whatever Doctor Norman had done to him. Aches and bruises take more than hours to heal. The fridge door isn't actually that easy to pull open. Handles don't crumple like paper balls in the careless, uncontrolled grip of his palm anymore. No doubt it'll be aggravating when he finds out how heavy the dislodged pieces of furniture actually are, how exhausting it will be to replace or move everything back.
It's silent for a little while longer as Bucky deliberately goes down the stairs slowly, footsteps unheard. The first sound that comes through is of metal latches sliding and clinking. The creak of hinges as the door slowly opens, and a not-so-super-soldier barefeet and bruised with a cut over his eyebrow slowly trickling blood down the side of his face stands there blinking blankly at his unexpected guest. With the urgency with which Numbers was banging on the door, Bucky had assumed something had happened during or just after the quake. A faulty batch of a hundred million nano-sized Stark Industries accidents flying out of the cracks in the ground chasing after Numbers like a locust swarm. Zombie invasion. A horde of disgruntled six-red-winged angels bursting out of the fissures coming for their fake firstborn children. After the mannequin attack at the mall, who the fuck knows what's going on in this town at this point?
But Numbers doesn't trip over himself rushing into the house. And he's not being pursued by anybody, or anything. It will occur much, much later to Bucky that nobody in Sweetwater comes to Bucky with some expectation to lay down his life immediately and storm outside guns ablazing, fighting the good fight, saving the world. He's just a normal neighbour here.
And somebody actually bothered to come over to his place to check in on him, because that's what normal neighbours do.
"...where's the enemy?" Which is a completely normal response to an earthquake.
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Eventually, after what could be seconds or minutes or hours, the rumbling stops. The earth gives a brief, final rattle, as if protesting the regained calm, but Raskolnikov waits and the ground remains still. He drags himself out from beneath the table, stumbling towards the door. Just as he reaches it, someone knocks on it, and he nearly jumps out of his skin. As soon as the last knock falls, he’s swinging open the door, halfway through a hurried response of ‘yes, of course’ and — ]
Oh. It’s you.
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Sherlock Holmes | The Awakened | OTA, yes even the last one. will match format!
ii - that old evil spirit
cw: bird attack, drug addiction
iv - burned out shell
v - poisoning
vi - poisoning: redux.
cw: narrated drug use/strychnine poisoning/suicide in a, dissociation/memory blackout/hydrophobia in b
a. premortem - multiple characters OK but one thread only please! pm if it's already going but you'd like to jump in.
b. postmortem
vi b
Curious and alarming. He stops, but he keeps his distance, images of low budget zombie movies flashing through his mind.]
You okay, buddy?
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cw discussion of death/suicide/death by puzzle solving
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Stupid fucking sky rats. Serves them right for nearly pecking his damn eyes out. He kicks one of the dead pigeons at his feet in a petty act of revenge, then casts his gaze up at the people in the park. A few of them are picking up the pigeons, trying to make the scenery less morbid. He observes one of the people closer to him, fully kitted out with protective gloves and mask, and watches him carefully. He seems more methodical about his approach, compared to those who are just picking up pigeons and stuffing them in a bag for disposal. Numbers watches the man pick one up and…sniff it? Numbers grimaces.]
What the fuck?
[He can’t help but say it softly out loud, clearly repulsed.]
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Norton pulls up next to Holmes and rolls down the window.]
Cooee! Mr. Holmes! Need a lift?
[A bird flies in the open window and starts flapping and pecking at Norton's face. He yelps loudly and swats at it hard. At least his leather driving gloves give some protection for his hands.]
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cw: aggressive bird killing
cw: really just rough animal handling
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[Norton has never been in an earthquake before.
His first thought upon waking to rumbling and shaking is that the bombs are dropping nearby and he rolls out of bed to evacuate to the nearest shelter. But as the grogginess of sleep fades, he rapidly reassesses. The rumbling is too steady, too continuous. There's no whistle, no buzz of aeroplanes. And, the most somber evidence of all, he'd expect something much worse than a doodlebug if a new war was starting.
The reevaluation takes just a few seconds, but it isn't reassuring in the end because this means he doesn't know what's happening or what he needs to do and so blind instinct takes over and he rushes out into the street in his pajamas and slippers. He's not sure he's any safer out here, and now he's cold and shivering besides. He glances around frantically, eyes wide at the swaying of the telephone poles and the strange jostling of cars parked in driveways, as if the world were being sloshed about.]
Help! [He start to yell.] Help!
IV. Burned out shell of a Volkswagen
[Smoke again. Definitely not wood smoke. He stays in this time when warned, though. He got more than his fill of poisonous air in 1953. As the morning goes on, however, he gets more and more restless, warmth uncomfortably building.
He knows he's wearing a good worsted suit and silk tie, touches the fabric to make sure, but he feels like he's wearing something like the asbestos suit he once wore to protect himself from an alien fungus. He strips off his jacket and tie, then shirt, then undershirt, but the sensation of heat and heavy protective gear remains. He paces, then opens every window in the house even though he's not exactly presentable for the public eye.
If he sees any neighbours noticing him bare chested and half hanging out of a window, he'll brazenly meet their eye.]
Just getting some fresh air! [He takes a deep breath in and then hacks from the putrid smoke.]
V. Poisoning pigeons in the park
[Near the end of the month, Norton volunteers to clean up dead pigeons. He snaps on a pair of rubber gloves and gets to work, not the least bit discomfited by the avian carnage. He examines one or two of them, trying to see if there's any obvious sign of illness or anything out of the ordinary that might explain the odd behaviour of the birds a few weeks before.]
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It's just awful, isn't it? [She says, quietly.] This is such a barbaric way to deal with the problem.
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I. Rooftops
But whatever edge he has in dealing with the stress of the situation isn't a huge one, and he startles at the sound of yelling as he's only just opening his front door. He whips the flashlight about even more wildly than the tremors make it shake, until he catches a hint of the shape in the street.]
Hold on! Yes, I'm here to help...!
[How much he can back that comment up is in question, but for now Papyrus tromps across the shaking ground in the direction of the yells.]
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Papyrus | Undertale | OTA, format matching
💀 THAT OLD EVIL SPIRIT - March 1st, midday, the park - animal death, bird attacks
💀 BURNED OUT SHELL - March 3rd, home, very briefly Haven Street, Sans's home
💀 POISONING PIGEONS - March 21st onwards, the park, Haven Street - animal death, aftereffects from the kidnapping
💀 MISC / CATCHALL - March 4th onwards, around
[ooc: As usual, feel free to tag me on the event plotting post, or PM me on this account or
rooftops shaking
Her gaze falls upon a man wandering the streets in his pajamas and a flashlight--Papyrus was his name, wasn't it? She stumbles in his direction, legs like jelly.
"Are you alright?" she calls out. She tries to keep her voice level, but it's hard to disguise the fact that she's quite rattled. "That--that was an earthquake, wasn't it?"
She hopes it is. She hopes he knows and is able to answer her affirmatively. She hates not knowing what's happening. She hates not knowing what to do, when or where she'll be in danger next.
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poisoning pigeons