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[ofsilentspirits]

In a usually peaceful corner of the Nexus, something strange is happening.

White fog appears in the area, spreading around and concealing vision. It isn't very thick yet, but moving through it is eerie. Anyone who would enter that area, would almost feel like something quiet, barely detectable, is probing their minds. Some of them might even

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[starspointman]

Well, here comes everyone's favorite zombie-fighting police officer. He's on his way through the Nexus when he notices the fog.

At first, he starts to GTFO, thinking it's another Scarecrow gas attack, but when he notices nobody is running away or freaking out, he decides to investigate. Hey, somebody's gotta do it.

And so Chris clicks on his flashlight, beginning to move through the fog and determine its source...

[nursegarland]

It gets dark pretty fast around here, so bringing a flashlight was a good move, on Chris' part. If only the fog wasn't there to catch the light and disperse it so close to the source...

The smell that hangs in the air as Chris progresses further in is earthy and damp, like a lawn after sunset, and tufts of long wet grass whip against his pantlegs as he moves. Nearby, a small ornamental maple has emerged from the ground, its shape an eerily human-like one, and some untrimmed shrubbery form a sort of wall that ambles off into the darkness. Almost like a maze.

There's a bit of movement in the darkness nearby, further off in the darkness where the hedge leads. Is it a person? It looks like one, from back here.

[starspointman]

Well, not that Chris is a genius or anything. Just fortunate that he's a cop and always carries one. :3

He continues on through the fog, feeling the wet grass brush against him. What the hell? Grass in the Nexus now? He couldn't recall a field being here...

Chris starts to follow the shrubbery, holding the light out in front of him, and then he sees...well, something. He waves the flashlight back and forth.

"Hello?"

[nursegarland]

A crouching, shaking figure appears for a brief moment, illuminated by Chris' flashlight- then, suddenly as it appeared, there's nothing there.

Was it trick of the light? No... there's something there. A polo shirt, white with faint blue stripes, hanging in the bushes.

[harley_is_love]

Returning home from shopping at the Nexus Mall, harley hurries her way through the cold foggy area. It makes her feel uncomfortable, and she hurries fast to get through.

[ofsilentspirits]

The fog seems upset by people being scared of it. It seems to thicken for a second, but then returns to its normal density. No sign of change at all.

Except for, maybe, that tiny itch in the back of Harley's mind.

[harley_is_love]

The itch in the back of her head felt strange, she felt almost tempted to try to learn more of this strange fog. Like something was there. A memory of a past long forgotten.

She held her coat tight around her, studying the fog for a moment.

[ofsilentspirits]

The fog around is reminiscent of those unpleasant mornings when you peek out of the window and realize that the weather can go only wrong. It isn't particularly thick, but it's unsettling all the same.

It smells like rainwater in the cities - sharp, empty and thoroughly unpleasant.

[on_this_stage]

He stops just inside the fog, testing it carefully. It's definately not Mist, but it's odd. A few more steps in before he stops again, frowning a little, and then turns to leave.

[ofsilentspirits]

The fog is completely generic. It doesn't seem to have any magical or supernatural properties, beyond the cold and that strange feeling like someone is probing your mind.

Of course, that might be simple discomfort due to cold.

[on_this_stage]

And once he's out of it, he turns back and watches it for a while. It must have just been his imagination, since he feels fine now... and he's not going to give up like that. So he walks into it again, this time meaning to go all the way through.

[nursegarland]

JP seems to have wandered into a slummy part of the Nexus today. Bottles and trash litter the ground, and a sour smell permeates the air. Something in particular amongst the refuse might catch his eye, though... a white mass with an uncanny shape that from a distance, looks almost like a doll or a dead baby.

[nursegarland]

It's (surprise!) a plastic grocery bag, its ripped side exposing a mess of garbage. That little bitty arm? Was actually a used maxi-pad. Some rubber bands and shoelace strings litter the ground like synthetic innards.

A little more sinister, perhaps, are the discarded sharps that have poured out of the bag and onto the ground.

[dame_de_pique]

Njoki is just walking through the Nexus on her way to the Sanctuary when she passes through the fog.

Holy. Fucking. Hell.

We've got a gas leak.

[nursegarland]

It doesn't smell like gas, and there don't appear to be any fallen animals laying about nearby. There is, however, an unpleasant smell in the air...

Bleach. Perfumed bleach. Someone must have been cleaning up a really big mess to have used that much of the stuff.

[dame_de_pique]

A 'gas leak' was how they explained it when a third of her high school disappeared for three days. Njoki was one of the few who survived the incident.

She's seen and felt this before. It's time to get out of Dodge, go home and put up the best wards she has.

Oh Jesus merciful Christ.