Shadow Event Log

[shnpc]

WHO: Everyone, affected and not
TONE: Ranging from paranoid to angry
RATING: PG to PG-13
WHEN: After the memorial on October 31st through November 2nd.
WHERE: Hogwarts
WHAT: Those who have passed too near to a certain goblet may find themselves haunted by whispers of their unconscious insecurities. From themselves.
STATUS: ONGOING
NOTE: Details for the event are here, feel free to use the log for the whole event

Comments

[hagyjbeken]

[It certainly was mortifying enough to her to keep her from dolling up any time soon to that sort of extent. Shuddering a bit with a feeling of both her skin crawling from disgust and yet a tint of curiosity of if that would work she followed suit. Distance from the table was what she wanted, wanted for this to be all some sort of awful nightmare that she'd wake up from soon enough and not have to think about again.

Though considering how long all of this was going on for, she sincerely doubted that her hope was true. Either way she turned her attention away from the shadows to instead watch Roderich, searching for anything she could find for some sort of reassurance that this wasn't happening and that it was something to be ignored.

When she didn't find that, however, she felt even sicker to her stomach about the whole situation. Good lord, how was she even supposed to react to this?

Her shadow seemed far too concerned with what was going on, considering her arms were wrapping a bit too tightly around his' waist, nails biting into skin through layers of fabric. The more of a show they put on, the better it was in her shadowed opinion.]

[edle_gestalt]

[His double never slowed, reacting to each and every touch with contented noises.] I... I don't even know what's going on, I'd run away but -- but someone might find them and think it's... actually us and...

...i-it's just fears, right? Just fears. I mean I respect you -- [He swallows. He wishes he could convince himself of it, but there's a very unsettling sincerity in what their shadows are doing, going deeper than the mockery of his fears that he'd endured earlier.]

I don't know anymore. You're... too close of a friend for me to ever want to ruin...

[notyetlost]

[Feliks hadn't expected much when he entered the library. He had a ten inch essay to write for History of Magic that he'd put off long enough, especially given that it had been due two days ago. Now seemed as good a time as any to get it done.

Trying to find an entirely empty table to sit at and finish it was a little harder than he was anticipating though. He'd almost considered going back to Gryffindor tower and working on it in the common room--it was loud yes, but at least he didn't have to worry about strangers encroaching on his space-- until he heard two familiar voices.

Sure, sitting with Elizaveta and Roderich probably wasn't conducive to essay writing at all, but it was way better than sitting with anyone else in the library.

Peeking around a row of bookcases, Feliks looked to confirm it before bouncing over. The sight of Elizaveta and Roderich aggressively locking lips however, was not at all what he was anticipating.]

Oh my god!

[His History of Magic book hit the ground with a dull thud.]

[edle_gestalt]

[Roderich had been hoping that no one else could see their shadows, that it was just a prank being pulled on the two of them. And since no one else had seemed to react, it seemed like a valid reassurance.

Until he heard Feliks. There was no mistaking that voice, or that inflection, anywhere.

He bolted up into a standing position, frantic.] Feliks. It's not us, I'm -- we're right here, this is -- God I have no idea what's going on. [Breathe, Roderich.] ...I'm assuming by your, ah... shock... that this is not a prank of yours...

[The more intensely Roderich feels mortification, the more the shadow seems to feed off of it. His shadow giggles, biting playfully and unfortunately quite visibly at his lover's lower lip.

Love you, dear. Always will.]

Oh my God they won't stop.