vecna | the diadem (inbox)

i found something for you.

[ Following that vampire to the late-night gathering had all been calculated. It had been mere coincidence that had allowed Fern to identify his garish car (not a car at all, an ambulance), allowing her and Adrian to track him here, but the confrontation had gone nothing like what she expected.

She suspects that this place, with its too-loud, pulsing music (if it can be called that) is somehow to blame. She doesn't know how, but she'd felt strange inside the warehouse. Toned down, docile, overly calm in a way that didn't feel natural at all. More than that, everyone else had seemed the same. Altered, in some way.

So she leaves through the back door and out into the alleyway, seeking out fresh air and the ability to feel things the way she's used to. While the effects don't fade entirely, it does feel better out here.

And then she hears a loud, metallic CRUNCH, causing her to suddenly pivot toward the source of the noise, her dagger out of its sheath in a flash. ]

Who's—

[ It's dark out here, given that it's past two in the morning, but she can still make out the nearby figure. (Thanks, darkvision.) She recognizes him, even, from all the way back at the diffusion zone with the so-called pool.

Here he is, the one who claimed he was "psionic." He hadn't explained much more than that, didn't even give her his name, but now...

Is he crumpling some piece of metal? With his mind (supposedly)? She stares for a few seconds, but still finds the need to ask. ]

... What are you doing?

[ The truth is, Fern would have wanted reach out to see how Henry was doing either way, so she doesn't think much of the urge she gets to text him. It's been about a week since their harrowing encounter with the serial killer, and the word is that it's been caught and locked away. How much they can trust that, she doesn't know.

But in theory, Henry should be doing better by now. Still, best to check. ]

Henry, this is Fern.
How are you doing?

[ She hates typing, so he better appreciate this... ]

404 are you kidding me, post-event

august bulletin; warehouse rave

late november; post midnight skinner event