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[fuckyou_chorus]

[there is a thick fog moving through camp tonight, limiting your visibility as you try to get from one place to the next.

but when it clears a bit, you think you see something. is it something familiar? or is it something you fear? but really, those two questions go together, don't they?]

(( consider this a "night in the life" and "boggarts"

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[skepticalities]

[making his way back to the hotel! As the fog sets in, he stops, glancing around.]

. . . this can't be good.

[pyrocalities]

There's nothing creepy or ominous about sudden thick fog.

[hand on his gun]

[skepticalities]

Because fog is perfectly normal out here at this time of year.

[. . . does the same.]

[pyrocalities]

It's been raining a lot. That means fog, right?

[...a stick or something snaps nearby, and his gun is out of the thigh holster]

[skepticalities]

Over a week ago, it was raining. But it stopped after the weekend.

[has his gun out in an instant as well, moving ahead of him.]

[pyrocalities]

Just let me keep trying to rationalize why there's creepy fog out of nowhere.

[follows, expecting actually dangerous zombies, or some kind of horror movie creature, or something violent to pop out at any moment]

[skepticalities]

[moves ahead, gun out and ready.]

Because you know there isn't a rational explanation. Just keep your eyes peeled.

[fearsmadeflesh]

[a keen eye would be able to make out something up ahead - or someone?]

[skepticalities]

- hey. Trouble.

[lowers his gun and runs ahead, over to whatever it is.]

[pyrocalities]

[KEEPING YOU COVERED but following right behind you]

[skepticalities]

[approaches carefully, okay, and then kneels down to get a better look.]

[fearsmadeflesh]

[iiiiiit's a dead body! A mildly translucent dead body at that.]

[skepticalities]

[freezes up instantly, swallowing hard.]

[pyrocalities]

[coming up behind you, not seeing the body/boggart just yet]

What is it?

[skepticalities]

. . . it's impossible, he can't be here, he was . . .

[nudges at the coat on the body just a bit with his gun so it flips over, and then draws back, staring.]

[pyrocalities]

What's impossible, what is it?

[hears another branch snap behind him and whips around, gun up] Who's there?