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Entry tags:
- !plot: at the mountains of madness,
- !status: open,
- arha masaari,
- atomic robo,
- dean winchester,
- ghanima atreides,
- haku,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- jono starsmore,
- katara,
- khel no'gran,
- luke skywalker,
- miku hinasaki,
- nanoha,
- obi-wan kenobi,
- pirogoeth,
- sensor,
- son of satan,
- sonic the hedgehog,
- spider-man,
- the bone lord,
- wyn callahan,
- zelda and sheik
A chill in the air. Whispers on the breeze.
Many things have been on the minds of the crew lately, and many things have happened.
There is, however, one happening which might go completely unnoticed by all but the most astute members of the crew.
Lately, all across the ship, in different rooms at different times, there is a strange feeling of unnaturalness. It happens slowly, so slowly one could hardly notice the change until it was entirely there.
The air, normally temperate and vaguely humid, begins to become chilled and dry.
The faint sounds of voices can be heard, whispering as if conspiring together, just far off enough to be unintelligible.
The shapes of objects in the area seem to subtly change, forming almost impossible angles if one watches long enough.
The last, and perhaps most noticeable to some, is the feeling of being observed. Not in the same way Stacy watches over the crew, but rather as if something is looking directly into you, straight into your soul.
Eventually, these feelings will fade, moving on to some other part of the ship.
However, they do seem to last long enough for one to attempt to investigate, should someone manage to work up the will to remain in the area long enough.
There is, however, one happening which might go completely unnoticed by all but the most astute members of the crew.
Lately, all across the ship, in different rooms at different times, there is a strange feeling of unnaturalness. It happens slowly, so slowly one could hardly notice the change until it was entirely there.
The air, normally temperate and vaguely humid, begins to become chilled and dry.
The faint sounds of voices can be heard, whispering as if conspiring together, just far off enough to be unintelligible.
The shapes of objects in the area seem to subtly change, forming almost impossible angles if one watches long enough.
The last, and perhaps most noticeable to some, is the feeling of being observed. Not in the same way Stacy watches over the crew, but rather as if something is looking directly into you, straight into your soul.
Eventually, these feelings will fade, moving on to some other part of the ship.
However, they do seem to last long enough for one to attempt to investigate, should someone manage to work up the will to remain in the area long enough.
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"I'll help as much as I can." she says instead, nodding quickly.
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Then you have my thanks.