mad world

[fearpersonified]

To see a truck transporting goods throughout the city is not necessarily something out of the norm. In fact, it is a daily occurrence. However, today, a transport was sent out. A transport with no real destination and drop off. However, it does pull to park several blocks down from one Conrad Hotel

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[sensi_doctor]

JD, who is in his room when the fear gas seeps under the doorway and into his head, is a guy who is easily frightened, but he only has three active phobias. Two that Turk could list off to you and the one that Elliot found after two weeks of dating him.

There are pennies, sharks... and then there's this.

Nobody likes him. Not one single person. It's scary enough when it's just the one person who actively dislikes him (which has only happened five times in his whole life that he knows of), but when it's everyone (and it is everyone) it's absolutely terrifying.

Not one single person likes him. No one here, not even his friends from the other side of the Rift. He sees them first. They all made up excuses for why they spent time with him ranging from I felt sorry for you to You were too stupid to see the hints I gave you. And Dr. Cox punched him. I told you. Maybe now you'll finally listen.

He listened and he believed it all, because it all hitched on subconscious (occasionally conscious) insecurities. And oh God. This was so scary

[wholelota_angel]

The feeling that her ward is in trouble, afraid hits her before the gas does. It's sharp and painful enough to feel this time that she doesn't even give herself the chance to think up a sarcastic remark about how this is the second time in a week and that boy's so going on a guarded timeout.

Ariel runs for him, runs straight into the gas without realizing it, and then she is on the floor.

She can't move.

Her ward needs her, getting hurt, going to die, and she can't move. Trapped. Stuck.

She screams in frustration and fear. Her heart races. Head spins. Muscles clench up tightly, but don't ease.

Failed.

[clockwork_doc]

Doc has been stalking the streets, a man on a mission. He has no idea how a giant rabbit could get away from a person, but somehow, one has, and it’s gotten away from him. He’s desperately trying to track the thing and find out where it’s gone. He has no idea what he’s going to do with it once he finds it, but he knows somebody has to stop it. And - well, if there is anyone who does that usually, they seem to have disappeared. Damn it, I’m sick of dealing with disasters. . . .

He’s in a rather secluded portion of Grant Park (close to where he met the tree-girl, September), looking to see if any of the vegetation has been recently chewed (or, more accurately, demolished) when he hears a distant boom. He automatically turns toward it. Great Scott! Please tell me that was the rabbit breathing its last!

Unfortunately for him, it wasn’t. And, even more unfortunately, it doesn’t take the gas long to spread to Grant Park. Doc coughs as the “smoke” hits him, breathes in unknowingly -

And the landscape warps, greenery replaced by dull