#fableplot3

[forgottenandlostbarrel]

Wouldn’t You Like to See Something Strange || Solo

Maybe it was being in the dark again, maybe it was because the storm’s effect on magic, or maybe even that he hit his head, but Ben was seeing things that came in flashes. The more terrified he got the more intense the flashes became. When he ran out of the abandon house he looked to his left only to see a green witch mask and hat fade away like smoke just like the red devil mask had done after he ran to see where the loud bang came from. Ben needed to get away to get somewhere with light. The only problem was that he couldn’t see much of anything and certainly nothing too far ahead of him. The only thing that came in clear were the things that weren’t real.

Ben ran, he ran as fast as his legs would move, moving his hands out in front him so he could stop before running into anything. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest with every step and see his breath coming out of him in quick little puffs of smoke. “L-l-leave m-me a-alone!” Ben screamed at the figures appearing beside him. They looked like something out of a nightmare more than anything and all of them humming a tune. A short, fat man with overly tall top hat waved at Ben as he ran past before the man’s head spun to reveal another face with deep frown before fading away like smoke. 

Pumpkins fell seemingly from the sky only to smash around him and fade away. Ben kept running even when a werewolf wearing plaid and tattered jeans howled at the sky and faded away or when witches on brooms swooped at him and faded when they got close enough. “N-n-not r-real!” Ben cried before nearly running right into a tall lanky fellow dressed as a scarecrow with a jack-o-lantern head. 

The pumpkin head took long strides around Ben, turning its head this way and that, before grabbing a torch from one of the figures surrounding Ben. The torches didn’t give off any light nor any smoke further proof that none of this was real. Ben fell backward and looked up at the tall figure as it swallowed the torch lighting itself on fire burning off the tattered clothes of a scarecrow and the pumpkin to reveal a tall skeleton wearing a pinstripe suit with a bat bow tie. The skeleton leaned down at Ben and smiled wide as it offered Ben a one of its bony hands. 

Ben screamed louder than he had before as the skeleton reached down its bony hand a mere inch from Ben and suddenly everything went dark. No dim figures, no falling snow illuminated by the faint stars, and no sliver moon peaking out from thick clouds. Ben was unconscious, shivering violently from both the cold and the fear as yet another nightmare crept in his mind. An elbow nudged him in the dream, a girl in a witch’s costume (mask and all) pulled him towards a boarded up house with an overgrown lawn. “Don’t be a scaredy cat.” She said while a boy dressed as a red devil darted ahead of them playfully shoving the girl as he went by. “B-but it’s haunted...” Ben said looking down at skeleton mask in his hand.

[fabletonrp]

By lunch time today, the storm is over.  Any evidence of the storm is gone.  Damage that was done is magically repaired.  Ice has melted without causing further incident.  The sun is shining and by tomorrow, the temperature will be back to normal.

Fableton’s public works departments were fast at work trying to clear roads and restore power and heat -- but all that is no longer necessary.  Utilities are operating normally and the roads are clear. 

What was that storm?  The residents seem to be the only ones who remember it.  The landscape certainly doesn’t.   

The town council has more questions than answers and are beginning to investigate.  Anyone with the thoughts or evidence should contact their representative.

(The concludes the plot drop.  Please finish any and all outstanding threads to your satisfaction, but do not post any more starters.  Thank you!  I hope you all had a good time!) 

[smartass-shock-blog]

“Fuck you too!” Shock screamed throwing a handful of snow up at the sky only to have it fall back at her. She pulled her coat tighter around herself and grumbled to herself. “Stupid fucking cold weather, no one likes you. You... you icy bastard.”

[forgottenandlostbarrel]

Memories || Solo

To say that Ben remembered nothing before coming to Fableton was a bit of a lie, he remembered being in the dark. The profound nothingness that surrounded him and made him feel hollow. He never spoke of that memory, it was the one that he wanted to lose and the one that stayed. Sometimes he would swear he heard screams, but mostly it was just nothing. Now the power was out most everywhere and it was just a bit too much like before. Ben knew that there would be one place that would still have power, the hospital would be the last to go dark and he needed to get there fast. He already was cursing himself for wandering so far away from his home. The truth was that he should have never left, but there he was trying to hold himself together long enough to make it back.

The roared around him making his coat useless, the rain pounded freezing him down to the bone, and the hail was really just unnecessary. But the darkness? That was the worst. The moon was already just a sliver it didn’t need a blanket of thick clouds to block it out completely. Ben lost his footing on some ice and fell hitting his head on a lamppost. A mumbled voice was calling out to him in the darkness and slowly images appeared. The voice was being overrun by screams of a panicked crowd running around him though their screams were clear, the voice of the small figure in red sounded mumbled like Ben was hearing it underwater. Everything about the figured was blurred except for the red devil’s mask resting on top of their head as they called out for someone and tried and failed to push through the crowd.

Not too far from him was another mask this one without a wearer, a green witch mask laid broken in two pieces on the ground. Another small figure was on the ground their arm outstretched to the red one screaming something that Ben could not hear before falling silent when large hairy beast accidentally kicked them running. Ben opened his eyes his heart was pounding in his chest, his entire body was shaking, his lungs were taking in sharp rapid breaths, and worse his brain was convincing itself that this it was dying. Tears were running down his face though he could not remember when it was that he started crying. Ben pulled his knees up to his chest and started to scream into his kneecaps slowly beating his own head against them as well. 

[not-your-toots-blog]

The storm had struck mid-performance and now, with the final bows finished, it seemed performers and patrons alike were stuck inside Mama’s Theatre waiting for it to blow over.   There was talk of attempting to do another show but the power went out shortly after and killed that plan.  Restless patrons in the lobby was something Mama didn’t like much and she was starting to get irritated at a lack of solution.  Maia figured she’d just do what she knew best.  Make music.

Grabbing her guitar she moved to a spot in the darkened lobby and sat down to start strumming it.  She didn’t really know if it would help, but it seemed a few of the people around her quieted at the sound.  That was a good sign.

[thedarkestfae]

Before Maleficent had got her hands on the building, The Black Dragon had been a regular town house with an abundance of rooms and, most importantly, a fire place. She’d knocked most of the walls out, save those she wanted to use as storage, and boarded up the fireplace. But it had been in there... somewhere.

Since the heating had gone out, the cold was slowly making its way in and, while the alcohol in her system was keeping her warm for the moment, she could only stave it off for so long. She moved around the outside walls - her eyes slightly more accustomed to the darkness now - knocking on them until she heard a hollow echoing. She knelt down beside the wooden panel and pressed her hands against it. With just enough force, her magic could probably stove it in and if not, she could always use her powers to burn it.

She sat there for quite a while, concentrating and concentrating on either they fire or the force. There wasn’t even a quiver in the wood beneath her fingers. “Why isn’t this working!?” She snapped, thumping the wood.

[fabletonrp]

Per the town council, the town’s natural gas supply has run out.  No heat is available.  Residents are advised to build fires to keep warm - if they have adequate supplies to do so. Emergency services that have been running on backup generators are becoming unavailable.  The hospital will be the last to lose power and heat entirely. 

[cutebutnotsofluffy-blog]

The world was ending. At least that’s what it seemed like. Buckets of rain were pouring from the sky, freezing like nothing Stitch had ever encountered before. Sheets of ice covered the ground, making it almost impossible to walk on without falling on your ass. 

He’d found shelter beneath an awning, his leather jacket doing little to protect him from the bone chilling cold. In fact he was pretty sure ice sickles were beginning to form on his body.