Fifth Tentacle
[So, Mayfield, guess who managed to get possessed pretty much immediately? This guy. To be honest, it's a wonder he wasn't just killed straight up... except that these angels apparently have a very cruel since of humor and, as we all know, Daniel is fun to fuck with.
This post takes place over the course of approximately an hour. Each occurrence will have a time next to it, because Inkwell likes to keep things organized. Feel free to tag into more than one scenario! Say you tag in on A. You could also tag in on E in a separate comment thread!]
A. 0:03:02
[Someone just encountered an angel in his front yard and is, understandably, a bit confused. And scared.]
Has anyone... um... anyone else s-seen these statues? I think... I think they're alive. One t-tried to kill me. I. Um. Ow. S-sorry. Something in my eye...
B. 0:14:34
[Residents of Beulah Street might hear a horrified shriek emanating from house 946. Why? Daniel's arm just turned to stone. Or rather, he's hallucinating that it has and is absolutely horrified. Horrified to the point of trying to claw that stone off with his other hand... which is probably only succeeding in getting blood everywhere. Enjoy that, should you try and help him.]
C. 0:32:50
[Daniel is outside. Why is he outside, where the angels are? The angel in his head thought it would be more fun to see him flip shit every time he sees another of the statues, and forced him out there. His arm is still bleeding, by the way.
Want to hide somewhere small and dark until this is all over, Mr. Chroma? Sorry. You have go on a nice little scenic stroll. Keep those eyes open! Wouldn't want to miss a thing, now would you? And stop crying. Only twenty-two more minutes to go. If it'll help, you can start counting down...]
D. 0:48:21
[He doesn't even know where he is, now. There is a voice in his brain that is placidly telling him that it's just fine to lay still where he is, so long as he keeps his eyes open. And of course, so long as he keeps counting. ]
Three minutes and thirty-nine s-seconds... three minutes and... a-and t-thirty-eight seconds... three m-minutes and... and... and...
[Don't you dare stop counting.]
O-oh god... and th-thirty four s-seconds...
E. 0:52:01
[There is a dead body sprawled in the middle of the road. Do you approach?]
This post takes place over the course of approximately an hour. Each occurrence will have a time next to it, because Inkwell likes to keep things organized. Feel free to tag into more than one scenario! Say you tag in on A. You could also tag in on E in a separate comment thread!]
A. 0:03:02
[Someone just encountered an angel in his front yard and is, understandably, a bit confused. And scared.]
Has anyone... um... anyone else s-seen these statues? I think... I think they're alive. One t-tried to kill me. I. Um. Ow. S-sorry. Something in my eye...
B. 0:14:34
[Residents of Beulah Street might hear a horrified shriek emanating from house 946. Why? Daniel's arm just turned to stone. Or rather, he's hallucinating that it has and is absolutely horrified. Horrified to the point of trying to claw that stone off with his other hand... which is probably only succeeding in getting blood everywhere. Enjoy that, should you try and help him.]
C. 0:32:50
[Daniel is outside. Why is he outside, where the angels are? The angel in his head thought it would be more fun to see him flip shit every time he sees another of the statues, and forced him out there. His arm is still bleeding, by the way.
Want to hide somewhere small and dark until this is all over, Mr. Chroma? Sorry. You have go on a nice little scenic stroll. Keep those eyes open! Wouldn't want to miss a thing, now would you? And stop crying. Only twenty-two more minutes to go. If it'll help, you can start counting down...]
D. 0:48:21
[He doesn't even know where he is, now. There is a voice in his brain that is placidly telling him that it's just fine to lay still where he is, so long as he keeps his eyes open. And of course, so long as he keeps counting. ]
Three minutes and thirty-nine s-seconds... three minutes and... a-and t-thirty-eight seconds... three m-minutes and... and... and...
[Don't you dare stop counting.]
O-oh god... and th-thirty four s-seconds...
E. 0:52:01
[There is a dead body sprawled in the middle of the road. Do you approach?]