event } you can't wake up, this is not a dream.

[seeingyou]

WHO: Open to all passengers!
WHAT: We heard you like nightmares and hallucinations.
WHERE: Anywhere on Navi.
WHEN: July 17-24.
WARNINGS: Add these to your comment subject lines as needed! And if you happen to get accidentally McMurdered by a shipmate who mistook you for a monster, please record deaths on the death page.

Something isn’t right.

It may start as a nagging feeling of unease at the periphery of your awareness. Maybe the lights in the hallways and common rooms flicker more than they should, or maybe you begin to see shadows out of the corner of your eye more than usual - nothing there, of course, when you turn to look. Maybe you’ve got a headache that just won’t go away, or an inexplicable feeling that you’re being watched when you’re alone in your cabin.

It gets worse.

Your sleep may be disrupted by nightmares now, filled with images of living shadows, faces turned upside down, arcane symbols for which you have no reference. You may find yourself haunted by intense feelings of isolation, guilt, and judgment when your eyes close. You may also begin to have trouble distinguishing between when you’re asleep and awake. Are the walls of Navi’s hallways bleeding? Is that person you wronged in the past suddenly on board and following you with accusations of your misdeeds?

Are monsters lurking in the dark, or is your mind playing tricks on you?

The answers can be found, if you know where to look. Will you search for them, or will you succumb to your fears?

Comments

Do you want to build a snowman? It's definitely not a snowman.

[heir_conditioned]

The answer to the question was both: Search for them and also succumb to fear. First the search, then the fear. Someone like Shoto shouldn't be up for days, not in any way, shape or form and keeping to himself had been the only way he thought he could see from a distance what was going on here.

As it turned out? Not so much. Keeping everyone at a distance might have meant that he should've maybe warned at least someone if they found an entire hallway iced over like a damn disney movie, then they shouldn't bother the occupant. At least he had thought to ice over one of the doors leading out of that particular bay area. There are a few places he had made into a safe haven that day and if it was your door, he's sorrynotsorry at that moment. If it wasn't your door, he would have still considered himself sorrynotsorry at that moment.

Approaching him in the place where he felt safest might not be an easy task and anyone who did without any care as to finding out just what sleep deprived, superpowered teenager they were approaching... Well, they should. The iced over tunnel of his choosing at that moment also held very dangerous spikes, some of which seemed to be attached to the floor already as if he had already tried and failed to stop an intruder into his space. One that wasn't as corporeal.

[anormie]

Ella Lopez had taken her duties of taking over a good chunk of the cooking extremely seriously. She'd used her singing voice to bring in a fair amount of specialty ingredients and had picked up some books in order to diversify the cooking that she did, even if when it came down to it, more often than not she tended to cook American or Mexican dishes. Just what it comes down to on her comfort level, and if people have complained about it, will Ella is just going to pretend she doesn't notice.

Pretending that she doesn't notice is something that Ella is getting like totally waaaay better at when it comes to things aboard the ship. As much as she tends to not be a huge fan of all of the creepy stuff that happens with the shadows and feeling watched when one walks down the hallway on a normal day, she still does it cause the fourth level is where the kitchen is. But ice? Come on man, ice? Ella Lopez may have been born and raised in Detroit, but over three years in LA means she's definitely lost her ice legs.

After the third time she fell, Ella is angry, and she's swearing up a storm in Spanish. When her fall numbers the fourth time, she is done. The tomatoes that she'd picked in the garden had hit the ice and instantly shattered, the contents freezing to the ice below it. Not being an idiot, even when she's angry, Ella deduces that the place that the ice is the worst is where he is. So, very carefully she shuffles and walks towards the ice and the spikes. When she calls out, Ella is trying to keep her tone even as possible. "Dude! Listen, this is dangerous, and you need to cut the shit!"

[heir_conditioned]

At least the whole point of using ice had worked out. If she couldn't, then likely neither could the other things haunting his mind. What they were all lucky for was the ice and not the other side of his abilities. Fire wouldn't have been so kind to any of them, as far as his goes.

As soon as he heard someone, anyone, approaching, his hand shot out to the nearest coated wall. Someone's voice had stopped him from making another right mess of the place and maybe of the person infiltrating. "It's only dangerous if you're dangerous." Not so, he had at least a decade of learning to walk on ice and not to mention his shoes were made specifically for it. With her voice in mind, he turned and grabbed one of the nearest spikes with his left hand, melting it down to breaking point so he could see better.

Not a hallucination? Why would he hallucinate a stranger when everything else hadn't been. "Who are you?"

[anormie]

Ella just stared at him for a long moment. She definitely doesn't look dangerous, barely reaching over five feet, and that's from the added effect of having her sneakers be platforms. Her dark eyes are wide and she holds out her hands in front of her in the international (and hopefully intergalactical, nothing she's seen in any Star Trek thing would have showed her any different!) sign of being unarmed. Cause she is, and in some ways she knows that being in a dangerous situation isn't great. At least here she knows if she needs it she can call for Murmur or Lucifer and hopefully they'd help.

Somehow they still feel like really far away from her when she watches the man melt the ice. "Um. I'm Ella. Ella Lopez. You've like probably seen me around the ship before? I cook like. A lot. I'm trying to cook right now actually. Mole. I don't know if you've had it before but I'm using my abuela's recipe. That's my grandma if you like you know don't know Spanish and stuff." Ella talks a lot when she's nervous, because well that's what she does. And she's fighting really hard not to let her brain go haywire and stuff because it going haywire right now wouldn't help anything. She can deal with it later.

"But nope, def-ini-tely not dangerous. I'm actually like normally a hugger and stuff." So she's finally found an area where she's not a hugger. You know, with all of this going on. It's probably a good thing for Ella, even if it all feels weird. "What's your name?"

[heir_conditioned]

She could feel free to stare all she wanted, the piercing scrutiny of trying to figure out if she was either friend, foe or whatever it was inching him in to every waking, antsy feeling he had ever felt was all he had to offer to begin with. Movement of surrender made it a little easier to consider she may not actually be a threat and if she hadn't already tried to come back with any violence already, then maybe the third degree was too much.

Rambling didn't bother him and it didn't stop the less speculative thoughts about why she was here. He didn't know anyone named Ella but he certainly hadn't starved to death here, either. She might not be lying, then, there always seemed to be something good to eat. While she speaks on Spanish, he tilted his head, not aware of anything other than Spain existing. It made him wish Midoriya was here, maybe he would've enjoyed to listen to the light ramble or add to it with his own.

Explaining she was a hugger... at least she didn't try to touch him. He didn't want any of them to touch him right now. He wanted sleep and peace. Not to be tormented by every thing he tried to daily allow to smooth over in his life while dealing with everything else. "Todoroki, Shoto." The answer was swift in return and he seemed at least to be less tense than when she had originally. "There's something following me, someone following me, several someones. You shouldn't be here when they find me, Ella Lopez. You should go back to your grandmother's recipe. When I capture them, then we'll all be safe."

[anormie]

Ella just watches him for a moment, and she can't help but to think that he'd given his name to her almost like a solider would, and that had already started her heart to flop with concern, and it's something that only increased when it he explains the reasons for the ice. For her part, and thanks to the fact that she's connected to the angel who is shielding Navi as best he could, Ella doesn't feel the same sort of fear that's crawling up and down over the ship. That's the thing that feels like a predator prowling rather than anything else. And Ella knows it takes many forms.

But what Ella also knows is how it feels to be told that what you think isn't real. Granted, she'd never thought that Rae Rae was going to hurt her or anything like that but it was still enough to have her family think that she'd lost it. When Ella gets home, she and the Angel of Death are like gonna have so many words, but right now, there are more important things. Her dark eyes focus on his, and Ella starts by saying softly: "Okay Todoroki, Shoto. Can you tell me what they look like so I know if I've seen them? I've totally seen like a lot of people aboard the ship, and you know maybe I can like help spot them so they don't find you."

[heir_conditioned]

This whole world didn't seem real to him, not with how unlikely it would be that whoever was choosing people, should choose him. He was more than stubborn and not willing to budge on some things whereas people like his friend Midoriya would have been so much better to choose.

Even after all he had done, she was there trying to help him again and the pang of guilt was a real one. "You can just call me Shoto." If he meant it because it was his hero name or not, that was always for debate but as he spoke he fished around in his pockets, pulling free a cellphone he turned on. It was of no use otherwise, just for the images and flipped it over to show her the 1-A class. "This is them. Though, the would've already found me. Someone mentioned what I'd done on the network and they would've known to look for me. Or maybe at least the possibility."

He also would've been able to hear Bakugo swearing at someone on this ship through the actual vacuum of space, he's sure of it.

"More importantly, have you seen a woman with all white hair, about this high--" he puts his hand in the air to exemplify, "And answers to the name Rei?"

[smokingguns]

Matt had dealt with being awake so long he has had hallucinations, and he knew that since there had definitely been sleep that he had sometime this century... Tired wasn't it. So this was going to be yet another thing they had to go through, great.

Include plus one successor who couldn't care less what thing was or wasn't following him because the likelihood was less than 0.0001% that it was actually going to eat him. That included the shambling corpse he saw a little ways off at one point, the ghostly hand that he had felt on his shoulder and the sound of his mother somewhere in the corridors. The possibility of his mother being here was higher than the original percentile but, he wouldn't have gone to the voice either way. Maybe he'd get lucky and the planets would all align so the zombie and his mother were in the same place and both real.

A man can dream. In fact, he was busy dreaming his way right on into the kitchen to get a drink and decidedly maybe write down all the weird shit going on instead. Come at him nightmare fuel, what actually could hurt him? Nothing that wasn't real and if it was? He could react, learn his lesson and write it down in case there was some sort of memory situation like fakeheaven.

If a man wandering wasn't enough, then the casual call out of, "Hey." and a gentle nudge, "I'm just checking but do you see a plague doctor down the hall over there? I'm betting since you have the hand thing you're not a hallucination or I'm going out of my way to hallucinate as vividly as possible."

Alex OTA CW: blood, sacred geometry, demons, the end of the world, death via hanging,

[11calls]

The world was already topsy turvy for Alex, she couldn't help it. With all of the news of everything that had pressed over her since she'd heard them. There's blame there, sliding inwards and burrowing deeply into her psyche. Her nightmares had become terrible already, seeing the things that she'd just listened to herself from the future describe. In many ways it was like a step back in time from where she had been at the worst of it: alone, in a cabin in the woods waiting for a counter to tick down to the moment that she dies.

Simon's floor had been shrouded in shadows that he'd lessened for her, but now it was like they had spread, wrapping Navi in it entirely. As she stepped into the hall, it was through a path of all too familiar sacred geometry and equations, and they glowed black and slick with blood. Letting out a panicked whimper, Alex squeezed her eyes shut, but it didn't help--all she could see is the images burned into the back of her eyelids. "Simon." Alex whimpers softly, the sound a counterpoint to the swinging sound of a electric cord weighted down with the body of a housekeeper. "Simon please." Even in the dark of her bedroom, Alex hadn't begged like this, and her breathing is harsh and sharp and when she opens her eyes the housekeeper has shifted--no, she's not shifted, she's being turned and she's being turned by the thing of Alex's nightmares both old and new.

The old is from standing in front of the devil's door in the cabin where Sebastian Torres had been held and how it had never released it's grip on her. It had haunted her ever since. The new isn't terror as much as it's guilt--Simon and what he turns into in order to try and stop the end of the world. What he saved her as. But this felt far more malevolent, and Alex screams.

She's not normally a screamer by any means (even the finding the body of Maddie Franks that was still creaking at the end of the hall, twisting on it's noose had caused her to gasp and swear and not scream) but when the demon leaves the straining woman, and comes towards her, Alex falls. The floor is slick with equations etched in blood, and she falls hard, her head bouncing against the ground. Through a stunned gaze, Alex can see it. She can see it coming towards her.

For all of the strength of her personality, Alex is small--tiny even, and it makes what she's watching watch towards her all the more terrifying from her prone position. The shadowy figure is tall, tall enough that it needs to crook it's long neck so it can make it through the hallway. With arms that are too long, it's fingers click against the floor, sounding like bones as they click together and then click through the blood with a wet sound. The thing is like a twisted tree, if twisted trees had faces: this one has too big eyes that don't blink but look at her like something with victory in them and it's too big mouth with too sharp teeth twist into a grin.

The smell of it almost makes Alex gag: swampy and old blood and fresh death. It surrounds her mixing with the old smell of blood and Alex just screams again as one of those too long fingers cut into the flesh on her cheek. And somewhere, creepy, discordant music, cut with familiar voices starts to play.

Julia Bellamy: OTA, CW: werewolf changing, zombies, kinda cannibalism?, necromancy, captivity

[relance]

It starts with a smell. It's very faint, and Julia knows that she only can smell it because of the wolf that's prowling along her insides with a tenseness that it doesn't normally. There's something wrong that's for sure, and the hair at the nape of Julia's neck is standing up. The smell has been joined with bad vibes that press into her mind like the familiar cage, and Julia deeply feels like if she were to reach for them, they would be electrocuting far beyond what would kill a human. Julia's not human anymore but it still would hurt like a bitch.

But the cage is only mental, and the wolf is insistent as her blood races. More animalistic instincts come out without Julia's permission; something that hasn't happened since the first few times she's shifted. Her nose follows it's way down the corridor, chasing the stench of death like it's some sort of music that's calling to her all the way down into her bones. As her prey comes closer, Julia's teeth extend, sharpening into cruel points. Her black-stained fingernails harden slipping from rearranging bones that don't quite fit them. Her eyes are sharper, the pupil shifting from the normal black to that of the wolf.

All the while, a growl comes from vocal cords that aren't yet formed enough to make them. Terror is working into her stomach, and everything flashes danger to all of her instincts. When Julia reaches the observatory, it's full of zombies, their faces friends and foes alike. The one that seems to be leading them is stitched badly back together in a suit with her flag pin on her chest. There are pieces of the former president missing, the ones that Julia ate as a wolf. "Noooo," Julia's voice isn't quite her own anymore, animalistic tones shifting within it. "You're dead. I killed you." The wolf has the best idea, that Julia is barely holding off: kill. Kill. Kill it and protect the pack." And more worryingly there's something else underneath it that's demanding the slaughter of all of the zombies and everything else on the ship.