lydiascreams | Entries tagged with port of doom

[Friends]
[Lydia doesn't look too happy, but it's hard to tell what, exactly, is off about her. She's definitely concerned and overall, there's something heavier about her posture, her expression.

She's sitting by her desk and beside her communicator is, a pile of the books given to her for Christmas about the supernatural and about banshees. She's been studying.]

I know a lot of people have been feeling off since we got back from the port. I was in the infirmary myself for over a day. But there's something else going on. Something about the Barge is different, I don't know what, exactly. But I can feel it.

It's not death, but almost like a shadow. We all need to be careful. [She knows not everyone she considers her friend knows she's a banshee. But she cares about them so she wants to warn them. She's just not ready to announce it to the entire barge and cause panic.]

[Andrew]
[That's not the only thing worrying her, however. She has her warden item, her key, in her hand and is looking down at it when she starts the video to her inmate.]

Hey. I think we need to talk.

[Spam - Kira]
[She has heard about Kira being awake again after her time at the infirmary. She hasn't been over there to see her yet, though. And she hasn't really talked to her since the day she learned about Jackson.

And she knows it's about time for her to apologize. Or-- at least make things clearer. So she makes her way over to Kira's room and knocks on her door, hoping she's actually there so they can get this over with.]

[Allison]
[She feels silly, leaving her a message like this. But she used to write her texts before coming here, before Allison's arrival. Of things she needed to talk to her best friend about. And she has been talking to her in her room, but right now she feels like she can't leave because she has research to do. To stop someone else from getting hurt. So this will have to do.]

I need you to wake up. If something bad's about to happen, [And it is.] I need to know for sure you're okay.

[Jean]
[She's been meaning to do this since he arrived, but there's been so much going on, she never actually followed through with it. But now that she's talking to him again, she figures he's waited long enough.]

Hey Jean, can I ask you something?

[The Banquet Hall - Open Spam]

[She finds herself on the floor, but not of her cabin anymore, the baseball bat she was holding falling to her side. Before she can even look around to try and make sense of where she is, it all hits her hard. The voices are loud. Too loud. She lifts her hands to cover her ears and closes her eyes, taking deep breaths as she tries to focus, on drowning them out.

It's worse than it was at Oak Creek, it's almost as bad as it was when she first got to the Barge. It probably is just as bad, but being around Arthas has helped her control it more. She just needs to focus.

But it's too much to hold in, she knows that before she can focus, she needs to scream.

All the scream does is help drown out the noise, allowing you to hear what you really need to. I can help you focus your hearing.

She hates Peter, she'll always hate Peter, but for all he's done, she knows he's also incredibly knowledgeable. And she knows he was right. Because when she first got to the Barge, it wasn't until she screamed that she managed to focus again.

So with her eyes still closed, she takes a deep breath, and screams.]

[Video - Friends]
[The scream works and it helps her calm down enough. But it's not until she manages to make her way out of the Banquet Hall, that she reaches for the communicator.

Thanks to the Admiral's warning, she managed to get the suit Babs made her on, and Stiles had time to hand her his baseball bat. Which she's now holding.]

Where's everyone?

[ooc: Lydia can also be found at the Mezzanine, Library or The Master's Terrace for the next few days.]

[Spam for Vin & Elsa]

[Everything is dark. For a second, Lydia wonders if she's somehow turned into the Princess version of herself again. But she knows almost instantly that that is not the case. Because it feels different. She doesn't feel like the Princess, she feels like herself.

More than that, she could hear whispers. She hadn't heard them since she screamed at the barge. Probably because there had been no deaths since. And when there were, she had been dead herself and transitioning back through the Death Toll.

It's not as loud here as it was then. It's almost like they are fading in and out and she can't make out what they are saying. But the chill on her spine is constant even as she shifts on the uncomfortable-- whatever it is she was laying on.

Luckily she does have the backpack the Admiral gave them. And the flashlight Stiles told her she should pack. She stands up and she feels something cracking under her weight, her stomach tightening even as she reaches for the flashlight and quickly turns it on.

And then she wishes she hadn't.

Because just as she turns the flashlight down to the ground, she realizes she's stepping on piles upon piles of bones. And they are not just where she is, but all around her, as far as she can see with the weak light from her flashlight.

She's panicking now, looking around, feeling more and more overwhelmed with every unsteady step she takes over the bones. She can't even run because she's terrified of falling down on them. There's no one in sight and the more she panics, the louder the voices get. The voices of the dead of whose bones she's walking all over.

It's too much, she's terrified and before she can stop herself, she screams.]