milliways_bar | Entries tagged with slenderman

[OOM:

From ghoulies and ghosties and long-leggety beasties and things that go bump in the night, good Lord, deliver us!

]

ellectrical

[not-so-oom:

I said don't worry, it's not gonna hurt
Oh, my reputation's kinda clouded with dirt
That's why you sleep with one eye open

warnings for violence and slenderplot.]

youngest_dragon

(OOM: A door opens, and a small dragon slips out into the mist. Elsewhere, a young man stops fighting, and lets himself walk to the forest.)

tinytag: Skysong

thekidfrombrooklyn

The truth is, Steve wanted to charge out into the forest as soon as he found Bucky was gone, but with no strategy and still only a vague idea of who (what) they're dealing with, he went to Jack Green first. He seemed to know a little somethin' about somethin'.

Still, he scowled when Jack advised patience. "Remember the story, Steve. People who have dealt with him believe Samhain--Halloween--is when he's at his weakest. I don't believe we should act before then, and I don't believe Sgt. Barnes will be harmed before then."

Waiting sits ill on Steve's shoulders.

(Sometimes I think, if you didn't have me, there wouldn't be a single person in the world who really understood you...)

Steve isn't in full uniform, but his shield is slung over his back and his firearm is strapped to his hip. His face is contemplative as he nurses a beer and watches the Observation Window.

[ooc: Not exactly plot locked, but Steve is preoccupied. Approach carefully.]

hadyougoing

[outside:

She told me not to step on the cracks
I told her not to fuss and relax
Pretty little face stopped me in my tracks
But now she sleeps with one eye open

warnings for slenderplot.]

zodiac_rabbit

Momiji sits at a table near the door to outside. Before him is spread some books, fun, happy books that should be enough to distract any high-school kid. But instead his eyes keep flickering to the door that leads outside. One hand rubs his temple, like he has a headache.

Lines marking where sleep has been deprived are hardly uncommon these days. They mark just one more change in personality for the normally bubbly kid.

thekidfrombrooklyn

[OOM:

In the place with no frontiers
No matter where you go
I will find you

Contains Slenderplot.]

noble_6

[not-very-far-oom: In a dark, dark wood, there was a dark, dark house.

OR:

Helljumper, Helljumper, where have you been?

Feet first into hell and back again.

warning for Slender!levels of unsettlingness.]

jack_inthegreen

[OOM: A Gathering of Heroes]

[ooc: Some threads are still in progress.]

scots_wolf

[[OOM: Between the lakeshore and the the forest, Urquhart abducts Charles Xavier to take him to the abandoned hospital]]

mnt_mike

One week ago a symbol appeared on Bar's top.
The symbol of a crossed out circle.
The Operator Symbol, some are calling it.

It wasn't violently placed.
Not carved or cut, but rather formed in the swirls and lines of the very grain of her surface.
Beautiful and haunting, as the best works of nature are.

But now, one week later...it is gone.
Disappeared entirely, as if it never existed there in the first place.

Curious, that.

bprd_agent_red

Outside:

[In the absence of light,

Darkness prevails]

janisthorn

OOM: There are deaths Leela fears more than her own. Not that her own can't be made terrifying.

[[Millitimed to before Jack's announcement and today's Happy Hour post. Warning for some graphic content]].

hadyougoing

When Ava wakes up with her cheek to the chill floorboards, for a moment she knows just where she is.

(good to know we're somewhere so historical)

Then she comes more fully awake, and sits up with a start.

The room is big and dim, lined with rusting bed frames, and she has never been here before in her entire freaking afterlife. There is only one door. She sees no immediate danger-- and there's something written on the nearest wall.

Slowly, Ava gets to her feet (she's barefoot, in her pajamas) and squints into the murk.

DON'T LOOK OR IT TAKES YOU

Don't look? At what? Either way, casual observation seems to indicate it's a little too late.

All her warnings come a little too late.

"You're dead," she whispers to the air. She means it to be vindictive; it comes out uncertain.

Ava shuffles towards the door, careful over the floorboards.

"You're dead," she tries again, hoarse with sleep.

"Or this'd be really funny."

[ooc: not plotlocked per se, but hit me up before tagging! artistformerlyknownas at gmail dot com.]

dont_turn_around

One, two, Slendy's coming for you
Tap.
Three, four, better lock your door
Tap tap.
Five, six, get your crucifix
Tap tap.
Seven, eight, don't stay up late.
Tap.
Nine, ten, never sleep again.
Scraaaaaaaaaaaaaape.

He's here.

cutting_edgex23

[OOM-but-not: After talking to Bucky and learning more about the Slenderman, X decides to take matters into her own hands. A broken fear response is not always an advantage, strangely enough.]

gavin62truck

[ OOM Upstairs: Two firefighters vs. a creepy thing in the room. ]

[ OOC: Warnings for ridiculousness. ]

tiny tag: Lt. Kenny "Lou" Shea

sunbaked_baker

It was a dumb thing to do, but it wasn't that dumb.

Well, it kinda was, but there's only so much adrenaline-fueled paranoia a body can take before it overrides your conscious mind's fight against exhaustion.

So there's a baker asleep in the kitchen. Thankfully, nothing was in left in the oven to burn.

The cinnamon rolls continue to rise slowly and complacently in their covered tray on the counter.

(OOC: All threads will be millitimed after the thread with Slenderman.)

Current Mood: exhausted

mnt_mike

[Sometime last Wednesday Mike discovered an Operator Symbol in the grain of Bar's top.
Then...things went poorly for him.

Thankfully, he has amazing friends.]

balancingminds

OOM: History fades into fable; fact becomes clouded with doubt and controversy; the inscription moulders from the tablet: the statue falls from the pedestal. Columns, arches, pyramids, what are they but heaps of sand; and their epitaphs, but characters written in the dust?

The Sketch Book--Westminster Abbey-Washington Irving

thekidfrombrooklyn

In light of his conversation with that Green fella, Steve exchanged some of the books he previously took out of the library for others. He's read them carefully, making notes, looking for anything about tree gods, about sacrifices, and about ash trees.

It's like putting together a jigsaw puzzle, he muses, when half the pieces are missing.

When he goes to the bar for some food, Bar gives him a note and a thick packet of pages. He has no idea what an internet is nor a meme, but the packet makes for interesting reading as he eats his supper anyway.

When he's turned the last page, Steve sits for a moment, thinking. The pages say the more you know the more likely the creature--this "Slender Man"--is to find you, but that bridge has already been crossed, as far as he's concerned. Slender Man has his scent. Has Bucky's. Has that of a lot of people, if Claudia's note is anything to go by.

"Bar," he says, "can I take over for a few hours tonight?"

Permission granted, Steve writes this on the Specials board:

Tonight's Specials
Non-alcoholic
Hot cocoa
Hot apple cider

Alchoholic
Irish Coffee
Hot Buttered Rum

Your first drink is on the bartender if you can give me any information about this creature:

And below the specials, Steve draws a quick ( picture )

He's in intel-gathering mode now.

Down at the end of the bar, Jack Green is carving tiny charms from a piece of ash wood.

He is also observing.

[ooc: Bartending ~~open, but Jack is not available for tagging at this point. He's just watching and listening for now~~ now in slowtime as of 11:40 MST. Thanks!]

scots_wolf

[[OOM: After his encounter in the house by the shore, Urquhart has a nightmare about another house on another shore.]]

zodiac_rabbit

Momiji has brought his school books to the bar, intending to do some studying. It had crossed his mind to just stay away till all the scariness had passed over, but something kept the kid coming. Hence: the school books. Maybe if he could focus enough on this Algebra, it would feel more like normal.

For a while it even works! The math is complex enough to get him focused on getting it right. Momiji yawns, and puts his head down on his arms for a moment. It doesn't take long for him to fall asleep, just because the math was complex doesn't mean it wasn't boring too!

( He begins dreaming almost right away... )

Momiji springs awake, shaking from the fear induced by the dream. He knew two things. One, Toru was NOT in the bar. Two, He did NOT want to go into that building. The boy's hair is messed up and his breathing comes fast.

Man, if that is what Algebra did in the bar, he didn't want any more of it! A wait rat is flagged down and a calming tea ordered. Slowly, Momiji starts to put his school books and papers in order, waiting for the tea to come.

*~*~*~*

Meanwhile, on the other side of the bar, a small dragon is pacing after a dream/nightmare of her own. Though most of her scales have returned to the blue color in the absence of immediate danger, a pink and red tinge remain. It just wasn't right.

ever_lovin

[Not quite OOM: Ben has a dream that snares poor Charles Xavier (Millitimed to before the most recent Slenderman post) and then after meeting that strange creature in the forest, has another that for him was even worse.]

Ben comes down the stairs and makes a beeline for the Front Door, pausing only to sidestep anyone who gets in his way. With one last look back and a feverent wish that all will be well here, he opens the door to head back home.

He hates to run but he's afraid this fight isn't for him and he'd just make things worse if he tried.

[OOC: Not quite an exit post but Ben will only be good for short chats. He'll be back once the Slender Man plot is through.]

ostro_goth

[[Teja leaves a note for Security]]

Then, he writes another one to Green!Jack.

Jack, we know more of it now; it is dangerous, and must be fought. Can you find me when you are next here, so we make speak of the present danger, and see how it may be ended? Thank you!

TTT

Then, he sits by the fireplace with his cats and waits wheter one of his comrades, or Green!Jack, would find him.