Event: Long & Lost

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LONG & LOST

Night 217 settles quiet over Norfinbury. The snow blankets the town anew, night swallows up the town, and the whole world seems to slow down, at least for a little while. It might almost be peaceful, except for the cold, the monsters that lurk outside, and whatever unquiet thoughts rattle around inside. A new video has been added to the public record. The building on display isn't one anyone will recognize, but it's clearly an empty shed. Andromeda huddles in a corner on the concrete floor, crouched on the ground, perfectly still as the door slams open and shut again in almost the same motion. A figure in a cloak of the cult of the Prophet stands pressed against the door, breathing heavily. Andromeda shifts, and the shed wall creaks around her, and Samantha whips around, her hood falling back at the violence of the motion, looking around with blind eyes and a frightened face. "Who's there?" Samantha says, her voice trembling even as it tries to be forceful. When there's no response, she repeats herself--louder, more frightened. "I'm not going to hurt you," Andromeda says at last, though from her tight posture, it seems she's more afraid of the girl hurting her than the reverse situation. "It's you!" Samantha is still frightened, but wonder sneaks into her voice. "I won't--I'm running, too." "Then we can stay here together for now." Samantha is all knees and elbows as she drops to the floor, the exhaustion obvious now that she has found a place to rest. Andromeda calls to her. "You can come over here. It's warmer that way." There's hesitation, but Samantha crawls over, feeling for Andromeda's position and sitting carefully beside her. It's quiet for a long time, though not uncomfortable. Occasionally the wind howls just so, or someone shouts outside in the distance, and the pair grow tense and wary, but the mood always relaxes. "Why is everyone--Why is it doing--whatever it's doing?" Samantha asks, finally. "It doesn't understand." The video ends. Tonight, you feel compelled to speak of your fears. From the mundane to the existential, the inconsequential to the soul-wrecking. You want to speak of those you've lost and of those you fear losing. The air feels safe and quiet and you want to break the silence. Who knows what putting this sort of information out into the world may bring later, though.

Comments

QUESTIONS

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[0thingsonmymind]

Can the compulsion be eased by sharing privately or does it have to be publicly?

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It can be made a bit better by sharing privately, but publicly works best.