[Downstairs, in the kitchen, someone's raiding it pretty heavily - there's a sprawl of random bits of canned/prepackaged food, ice cream, and basically anything that doesn't actually need preparation covering half the table.]

[And at the table? There's a thirty-something black-haired lady in a blue dress who ... well, grasps silverware, but ( Read more... )

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[The beginning of the proverbial broadcast from Hell is a burst of white-noise loud and shrill enough that it's almost hard to tell if it's just static or something else; some sort of lower sound can be heard thrumming through it - almost like some sort of chanting. That cuts out quickly enough, and for a second it seems quiet, almost as if the ( Read more... )

[Probably unknown to anyone, the door at the end of the seemingly empty hallway is thrown open and shut ( Read more... )

[Alessa is at her full age, a grown woman; for once, she looks completely normal - her dress intact, her hair loose and long ( Read more... )

[As the last of the winds are dying down and the snow is settling, there's a presence around the lake's edge by the remains of the shrine ( Read more... )

[In the main hall, there's a seventeen year old Alessa sitting on the carpet, legs folded up under her skirt, looking ... very perturbed ( Read more... )

[Somewhere outside one of the hospitals, there's an odd moment as the walls and sidewalk in a ten foot area start to warp and crumble, wisps of flame curling away as the stone and concrete blackens, blood seeping out of it and hardening across it; for a minute, that spot is shrouded in darkness, as if the shadows started actively eating light. A ( Read more... )