vatheon | Life's no fun without a good scare

It starts some time around 3am, Tuesday morning. Thin whispers of fog start appearing all throughout Vatheon, creeping through the narrow, winding streets, up the steps, and over the park. It starts in the lower district, but as the night progresses and daylight approaches, it spreads to the other districts as well, growing thicker and thicker as it does. By the morning rolls around, the mist is thick enough that visibility has been compromised greatly, and the temperature seems to have dropped a few degrees, an odd chill filling the air.

And on the walls, there are stains.

They are infrequent at first, just a odd ruddy brown smear and a oddly bright red drop here and there, but the closer to the Plaza, the more numerous they become. There is a large smear across the steps leading up to the Plaza, as if something big was dragged up them. In one place the blood -- for it is blood, there is no deny it at this point -- pools thickly as if whoever was responsible took a casual break there, leaving the poor victim to bleed out on the steps.

On the plaza, the mist is thinner, but that is no relief. Rather, it just functions to make the gruesome scene all the more clearer.

A woman is draped upside down on the coral. Or, well, woman. It was once a woman, certainly, but now it is nothing more than something straight out of a nightmare. The flesh seems to have been torn carelessly from her limbs here and there, showing the white gleam of her bones, her nurse outfit torn as if raked apart by giant claws and her head...

well, it isn't there anymore.

The ground in front of her is smeared with blood as well. But where the previous smears had been accidental, these are deliberate, long lines curving and meeting to spell out

hel pm e

But no help had been forthcoming, clearly. No, it seems that this murder, this brutal murder, was nothing more than a game to whoever did it. The walls of the buildings surrounding the plaza are coated in bloody, spelling out a long string of mocking 'HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA's and directly in the center, behind the coral.

Who is next?

The notice board seems to have been hit too. The killer did not tear down any of the notices on the board already, but they did cover the entire board with blood-stained sheets of paper, each adorned with the same text over and over and over again.

Chop chop, sweet Charlotte Chop chop till she's dead Chop chop, sweet Charlotte Chop off her hand and head.

For those brave enough to check, no, the poor girl still has both her hands. Was the killer just sloppy, or does this mean this is not Charlotte? So many unanswered questions, more born every passing moment.

Who had done this? Why? Where they going to strike again? And why had nobody heard anything?

[ooc note: Consider this your mingle log. Have fun, go forth, threadjack.

And as a further note, the fog does not seem to be clearing up as the week goes on.

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Don't stare too hard you might find yourself falling in. [A small smile, tone as reassuring as he can manage. Summoner doesn't seem to be very put back by the scene, but he's a bit used to the ultraviolent by now.]

[He tries to manage a smile at that, but it's not easy. This seriousness of the situation even clears away Mickey's usual hick talk.]

It's hard not to look. I'm sure everyone will feel the same way when word gets out.

Word's already out, we're talking about it, aren't we? [He spans the area, eyes taking in the surroundings.]

And if you haven't noticed, this is a rather public scene.

[He runs a hand down his face. He's just not used to... you know, pretty much every damn thing in this horrible event.]

I was hoping not everyone would have to see it. There are kids here. [And darling little sensitive wives. He shakes his head.] I was trying to see if there was anything about the hand writing...

It's not your shackles to carry, brother mouse, but I can understand your concern. It's uh, pretty out of place here. [A pause, eyes looking at the scene.]

It doesn't seem like this happens that often here, uh, this as in bloody brutality. [Not compared to how often it occurs back home anyway.]

My friends are here, so if they're in danger, I'm as shackled as anyone else.

[He makes a little 'hmmm' sound.] ... I was told the worst thing that happens here are 'curses'. So this might be something new for everyone here.

Yes, but too many people on the same case leads to chaos faster than order.

Uh, no, I'm pretty sure some are used to death as well. [A small sigh, puckering his lips a little with a hooded gaze.]

Not that I did anything at the time... but myself included in that category.

There's a big difference between death and... this.

[He grinds his teeth - troll's got a point, KH!Mickey isn't quite the detective his comic counterpart is.] There has to be some way I... we can do something.

Yes, but uh, we kind of need to keep clear minds. And- [He sighs, closing his eyes as he stands up straight, hands to his hips.]

I'm not in a place to look into this really.

[He stews over this a little more, before he gives another sigh, trying to help.]

Sorry to drag you into it. I shouldn't ask questions we don't have answers for yet.

[He means well, honest, and gives a weak smile.]

Nothing will happen if no one questions it. I'm just not really in a place to, uh, as I said. [He feels the need to want to help, but Summoner knows better than to get to involved. He said he wouldn't, not here.]

[he nods in agreement, understanding.]

... Name's Mickey.

Lysunder. Nice to meet you. [A smile, facing Mickey.]

Another... different sort of animal, by any chance do you, uh, know Bugs?

The Bunny? I only met him here. Nice guy.

Met him here, oh, okay. Heh, I figured, you both have a some similar characteristics. [Animals that walk up right, larger than they normally would be, similar facial characteristics despite their species differences... Animals are his thing, whoops.]

Ah, yeah, he is a pretty awesome guy, pretty good friends with him. I mean, I'd like to think so.

Not that he does.

Or, uh, anything. You know, we could just be acquaintances or something and nothing more than that, I mean, not that I don't think so, I mean what he thinks, uh, on that.

[... Eyebrow raise. Why, if they weren't a few inches from a dismembered corpse, Mickey would actually chuckle at this behavior.]

But there are guys like him and me back in my world. We're all animals... my wife is even here, and she's the same as me.

Your wife? [SUBJECT CHANGE.]

[Animals can marry? Isn't that... a human thing? What was marry again?]

Her name's Minnie Mouse.

[On the happy topic, he begins easing back into his usual tongue of talk.]

She's the prettiest mouse you'll ever lay yer eyes on. I'm sure you'll see her eventually, she can't be missed.

[Good, it's nice to see his company get into a lighter mood. With that Summoner pulls on a small smile.]

I'll have to keep watch and heh, I'll take your word for it until then. It must be nice to have your lady friend here with you. Though I admit, I never heard of mice getting married before.

When it comes ta trolls, you guys seem to be surprised by a lot about what we are.

[He gestures to the horns.]

But if it helps... I dunno anythin' about trolls at all, before I came here.

Oh, who have you met of my kind so far?

I didn't get all of their names, but... Karkat, Feferi, and Eridan, I think.

So the nymphs then? Heh, for the best, they can be a littler easier to talk to.

I dunno, yer pretty easy ta talk with.

Eh heh, yeah. Guess so.

[Might be because he's a bit of a youngin' as well...]

I pride myself on that though, being easy to talk to. It comes in handy with my line of work.

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