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revivalproject2022-05-09 01:18 pm
beholding_archivist) wrote in revivalproject2022-05-09 01:18 pm
[ open ] Calibrations of an Archive
WHO: Jonathan Sims & YOU
WHERE: Jon's Headspace
WHAT: Calibrations!
WHEN: Calibrations Event
WARNINGS: Eyes, Body Horror, Death, Talk of Death & Genocide, Apocalyptic Themes, Fears & Traumas - All the Good Stuff™
Mingle
Over here~
Calibrations
This room is hardly a room, it's a nightmare. Circular and certainly the rough dimensions of a room with an incredibly high ceiling, it lacks distinctive features such as walls, windows, furniture or even an obvious floor to walk on. Instead, the visitor of this room find themself walking on an eye, its pupil focused right on the visitor and thus always right underneath their feet. Kick it, if you like. Poke it. Aside from the pupil constricting briefly, it won't react. Though it sure will feel like poking an actual eye, and doing so may result in something else.
Once one has been able to look away from the eye under one's feet and instead directs their attention up, the visitor may be able to locate the Archivist. Suspended high above the ground, he sits on nothing in particular, one leg over the other and his chin resting in his hand. His posture is relaxed, his unblinking eyes glowing an eerie, yet soft green and his expression one of interest as he watches.
He awaits his visitor's decision.
The decision as of which part of the circular surroundings that aren't walls they end up approaching. As has already been established, there aren't any real walls. And yet, this room is surrounded by different reflections of different memories, each of which can be approached to trigger the respective memory. There is the flickering image of a small cottage, cozily nestled in a quite picturesque mountain landscape. Next to it, the image of a garden, its various flowers being the twisted bodies of what may have been regular people at some point. The glitching expressions on their faces may give away that these people are very much still alive.
Luckily, the following reflection is that of a merry-go-round. A close-up, most likely, for all the visitor actually sees of it are the wooden horses moving past, carrying their faceless riders. Following this comes the reflection of a large, burning building and the one next to it is a dark street, the image flickering and glitching. Then there is the reflection of a massive spider web made of the magnetic tape from spooled off cassettes. The entire web glistens as glowing symbols appear to run along it. The last of the reflections is that of a long corridor with numbered doors to either side. The entire corridor, however, is twisting notably around itself.
Which of these memories will the visitor approach, or will they, instead, address the owner of this gathering of nightmares?
WHERE: Jon's Headspace
WHAT: Calibrations!
WHEN: Calibrations Event
WARNINGS: Eyes, Body Horror, Death, Talk of Death & Genocide, Apocalyptic Themes, Fears & Traumas - All the Good Stuff™
Mingle
Calibrations
Once one has been able to look away from the eye under one's feet and instead directs their attention up, the visitor may be able to locate the Archivist. Suspended high above the ground, he sits on nothing in particular, one leg over the other and his chin resting in his hand. His posture is relaxed, his unblinking eyes glowing an eerie, yet soft green and his expression one of interest as he watches.
He awaits his visitor's decision.
The decision as of which part of the circular surroundings that aren't walls they end up approaching. As has already been established, there aren't any real walls. And yet, this room is surrounded by different reflections of different memories, each of which can be approached to trigger the respective memory. There is the flickering image of a small cottage, cozily nestled in a quite picturesque mountain landscape. Next to it, the image of a garden, its various flowers being the twisted bodies of what may have been regular people at some point. The glitching expressions on their faces may give away that these people are very much still alive.
Luckily, the following reflection is that of a merry-go-round. A close-up, most likely, for all the visitor actually sees of it are the wooden horses moving past, carrying their faceless riders. Following this comes the reflection of a large, burning building and the one next to it is a dark street, the image flickering and glitching. Then there is the reflection of a massive spider web made of the magnetic tape from spooled off cassettes. The entire web glistens as glowing symbols appear to run along it. The last of the reflections is that of a long corridor with numbered doors to either side. The entire corridor, however, is twisting notably around itself.
Which of these memories will the visitor approach, or will they, instead, address the owner of this gathering of nightmares?
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"If- As long as we don't let them to sow discord between us... We'll be fine." Then they'll only have to deal with the tension they cause among their own group. And so far the danger lies much more there than in anything that could potentially be revealed during these calibrations.
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The reflections around them begin to flicker, their lights dimming and causing the room to become darker yet. "Right..." Jon exhales. "I suppose our time here is nearly over. At least..." A gesture of his hand. The time they have stuck together in Jon's head.
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As things start to shift around them, he looks around. "Huh. And I didn't have to go poke at anything. Well, 'cept that." He can't help it. He prods at the dumb eye under his foot. "Guess we'll see how everyone comes out of this, then..."
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Even at being prodded once more, the eye doesn't blink. At least not until the light from the reflections has faded and the eye remains one of the few sources of light in this room. That's when it closes and only Jon's eyes and the faint green outline of a trap door cut through the darkness, implying that the way out does, indeed, lead right through that very eye.
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The fading light around the rest of the room does catch his attention, and the Exo looks around before scowling at the eye on the ground, certain now it's just doing this on purpose. He's not sure it's much better when it finally does close, managing not to grimace as he's stuck in a dark room with glowing green eyes- why does he know so many people with glowing green eyes? Eris still wins creepy of the month in his book but Jon's gunning for a close second.
"...you're kidding." He does not sound happy as the trap door becomes evident.
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And once the trap door gets pulled open, the way down does appear oddly organic, illuminated by pulsing, green veins.
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"Luckily, I am no stranger to jumping down gross tunnels covered in unknown organic matter," he says. "Not to say that I enjoy it. The Hive just kinda make a mess out of everywhere they move into. Blech."
He shudders, gearing himself up for heading down. "-if I end up finding another eyeball down there, I swear I will stab it." Then, with a deep breath, he drops on down.