Marley: [The rowdy noise-making outside was, for once, the cause of her own group of fellow cabinmates, but Marley had opted out of the round of drinks and odd campfire songs she didn't know the lyrics to, and instead took residence inside the cabin. The common living space had been freed up, so she'd stretched out her legs on the couch as she pieced together a wreath of the same delicate white flowers she'd found the previous day. She couldn't find any real explanation for the improvement in her abilities, apart from the relaxed atmosphere and significant boost to her mood, but she didn't want to waste the opportunity to use it before they returned to campus. The girls would enjoy a souvenir from the preserve, she was sure, and maybe a couple of the boys as well. If worst came to worse, she'd have something for the fae when she returned. Her nose wrinkled at the thought of being back in their company once more though.] [She heard the cabin door open and shut, and without looking away from her work, nimble fingers twisting fragile stems into interlocking links, she said,] "If you have to throw up, the bathroom is the first door on the left. And please, clean up after yourself!"
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So, I don’t want to alarm anybody, but Marley and I found these super weird roots, along this path the other day, and Marley says they’re bad news--she went to investigate and she’s not back yet. They really hurt her yesterday. I don’t know what they are, but my gut says she’s in trouble. If I’m not back by lunch, please, either come find us or get an adult, because something bad is happening here.
Stay safe and stay together, in the meantime. Hopefully this is nothing.
[Attached: a photo of the roots, and a map marking where they’d found them.]
[Sam walked to the edge of the river, allowing the warm breeze to rush over his body as he took in the beauty of nature around him. Having been at school and so busy lately, he hadn’t had much time to really enjoy a swim. To be quite honest, the thought of swimming brought up memories he had a hard time letting go of and he always put it off. Even when he visited home, he didn’t go to the beach, something that was a foreign concept to his family.
But now here he was, far away from the beach and far away from NYADA. It seemed like a good opportunity for him to enjoy the weather and maybe just allow his thoughts to regroup. Maybe he could even practice some magic while he was out here.
Removing his shirt so he was just left in his swim trunks, Sam stepped into the water, feeling the cold fluid surround his feet. His body shivered at the contact, but instead of retreating, he kept going until he was waist deep, closing his eyes and falling back carefully, floating and just listening to the sounds of the trees rustling and birds singing.]
Does that mean I have to walk on water? || Blina [06.12.2017]
Blaine Anderson had finally reached out to Tina Cohen-Chang. 106 days later and he. finally wrote something. Also...can we talk? He wrote it publically for the whole aethernet to see, the very moment that he decided to reach out to her again. No text, no phone call, no coming straight up to her face, but on tumblr. She could not help but feel angry that this was an approach he was choosing to reach out to her especially after what had happened the other day. Her best friend looked at her like she was stranger, ignored her like another person on the street. Of course, she was. not going to be inviting him back into her life with open arms but her heart begs to differ, as she could not help but feel a hollow ache every time she saw something to do with the boy. Her eyes could not lie either, they gave away everything when she started to get teary, but she was not going to cry, she could not cry.
As dawn approached, Tina wasted no time at all to make her way to the pier by the cabin. In the distance he was there, her estranged best friend looking out at the water, almost as if he was the character she was meant to talk to, to activate a cutscene or something. Tina was going to make sure she held herself together. Never before had she imagined she would yell at Blaine, but the hurt was too real.
She exhaled heavily, balling her fists to her side making her way to the pier. Tina does not breath a word to him, instead, allows her footsteps to be the sign she was approaching. The closer she got, the more she wanted to run up and hug him. She froze in her footsteps, knowing she had come close enough before collapsing into him. An ominous wind blew, flicking her raven hair away from her face, as she almost calls out his name. But this time....was his time to wait.
[You find a cracked cell phone. The scuffs and damage to it seem to be a part of the owner’s daily lifestyle. Its battery is almost all gone. The phone has several apps open, including Bitmoji, Emojis4Free, Witchr, Virtual Girlfriend, and the Camera. The screen shows this photo before it flickers off and dies.]
Minding his own business, for the most part, Damien had been on a stroll through the woods and was heading bac to the cabin before he noticed the phone on the floor. He didn't think that much of it at first until walking over to pick it up.
He turned left and then right to see if anyone was nearby so he could catch up with them to say they'd dropped it and he could return it but instead, nothingness. A cold chilly air brushing past that sent a feeling of dread to him. He felt like someone was staring at him before and now this cracked phone found with nobody in near proximity to him was now starting to get Damien more than sceptical.
He checked the home button twice to see the apps open to see if it could give him a clue to whose phone it was so he could return it as soon as possible. He couldn't really see through the cracks. It missed a few details and a small section of it was legible. He then tried to got to the contacts page before a picture shows up.
It shocked him, startled him so he leant back a little. He tries to analysis the picture further but to his attempts, the phone flicked it rapidly before turning off. The power was gone.
"Oh, dammit." He shook his head. He looked around again a single time in both directions.
Left. Then right. Nobody was there yet again. Just him.
He didn't now what was going on, but he wanted to get to the bottom of it even if he didn't now where to start. He couldn't be the only person finding strange things like this, could he?
He slid the cracked phone into his back pocket for safe keeping before heading back to the cabin.
Marley was still throwing disgusted looks in the direction of the CCB guy who had defiled the ground outside their cabin as she headed her way down the length of the pier. She could spy the familiar figure waiting for her at the end, and tried to contort her face into something less of a grimace as she waved with her free hand. “Sorry I’m late,” she called to Tina, pausing at a wooden post and setting her towel aside as she shrugged out of her hoodie. “I’m gonna sound like such a girl when I say this, but oh my Aether, the grossest thing just happened to me.”
She wrinkled her nose, moving to adjust her bikini top before unbuttoning her shorts to slip out of. “One of those Copper Copper Moron guys? He totally - oh shoot, what’s the term for it... oh, I should know this, it’s disgusting... oh! - ‘hocked a loogie’, right in front of our cabin while I was getting ready to come down here.” She shook her head and rolled her eyes. “You know, I thought only the AAA guys were this gross but I guess it’s more universal among guys. Go figure”
She spied the innertubes waiting for them on the dock, and blew out the stress that had culminated in her chest. “But enough silly drama,” she waved a dismissive hand. “Are you ready to get in the lake?”
[You find a cellphone near where Mullet and Denton Falls meets. The phone is unlocked and the tabs that are open are The Mandrake (“How Studly Are You: Find Out Now With These 5 Questions!”), BrewTube (“Calming Music 8 HRS”), Witchr, and the Camera, set to video mode. There is a play button on the image of a dark forest.]
TW: CREEPY IMAGERY, ANIMATED GIF.
???: Sh-shit, shit, shit, you guys are s-s-such assholes for making me do this. It’s fucking creepy here what the fuck, bro. But no, I got to be the one to do this… Frigging calling me Fuckus…
[Crunch, crunch, crunch, rustle.]
???: Where is that aetherdamn viewpoint, man… I knew I should’ve not come to this trip, aether fucking ae–
[SNAP. KSKSH. KSKSHS.]
???: Wh-what the fuck?! Who’s there?!! If it’s you guys I’m gonna throw a fireball at you! I don’t care if you get burned, broHFFSFF
???: OHF UCK
???: AWWWW FUCK NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO
???: AWFH, I CAN’T MOV–Oh no, please, please – HELP! HELP! No, oh aether, fuc–I didn’t mean t–
[Video ends.]
‘Fuckus’? ‘You guys’? What were ‘those guys’ making him do? What was that thing? To think Mason had, once upon a time, considered joining CCB. Mason chewed the edge of his lip, quickly typing in his own phone number in to send the video to himself. It sends and sends and sends and finally goes through - at the same time, a text from Quinn comes in, telling him to be careful.
The careful thing to do would be turn around, and show people this video. Call Management or maybe other law officials, since it seemed like Fuckus–or whatever his name was–had been…
Dragged? Caught?
Mason swallowed, tightening his grip on the phone. It hadn’t been locked, which meant it couldn’t have been too long ago, right? Which meant that whatever–whatever had him, whatever that creature was…it couldn’t have gotten far.
And Marley was still out there.
He looked back at the phone. It might come down to the minute. He didn’t have time to go all the way back to camp, corral everyone, and head out again–if these people were hurt, an hour could make all the difference.
Mason closed his eyes. Sabia bumped him and let out a low whine; she didn’t smell Marley nearby, and they didn’t know what what they were up against. It had been stupid for Marley to go out on her own, and it was, probably, even stupider to keep going by himself. He needed a team. He needed to know if anyone knew what this thing was.
He needed to report this video. Or show it to anyone else.
Mason glanced up through the woods again. What if his turning back meant Marley was…
He shook his head. No, he couldn’t think like that.
There was strength in numbers. He couldn’t cover the whole forest alone, and it was late enough in the day that, if anyone saw or cared about his post, they’d be worried about him.
“Ugh,” Mason muttered, turning on his heel. He felt like he was giving up, like he wasn’t accomplishing what he’d set out to do, he hadn’t found Marley, she was still out there, alone, and if she was hurt worse it would be his fault–
He shut off that voice and broke into a run, back to camp. Strength in numbers. They’d find her together. Same way they’d found Blaine, same way they did everything–together, as a team. They’d find the missing CCB kids and they would be fine. Or, if he couldn’t risk putting other innocent kids out there, he’d find the staff for Neversink and they would find them. They had to.
Mason kicked into high gear, pushing himself to go faster. The longer he spent debating, the more risk there was of more people getting hurt.
Is anyone here missing a ‘smart watch’? I found one while on my hike around dinnertime yesterday. The thing is pretty busted up and no longer functioning from what I can tell, but plastic isn’t biodegradable either, and it’s irresponsible to leave even a broken electronic around in the hopes of it decomposing, so I wasn’t about to leave it there to litter the forest.
Anyway, if it’s yours, let me know, or else it’s getting recycled.
