fluxscape | The Cold:

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The Cold:

Who: Everyone who wants in.
What: Investigating the weird curfew and getting scared in return.
Where: All Throughout Driftcrest
When: January 13th through the 18th
Warnings: Mentions of creepy feelings, intense fear, probably swearing. Please warn for content in your threads should it come up.

By now, people brought to Driftcrest will be aware that something is wrong. The armed guards might be a big tip-off, as would the Ice Statue Graveyard that people seem keen to avoid. And then there's that weird curfew that has businesses running for home before it's even dark out, and people being shoved unceremoniously into hostels for the night, should they be caught out past 8 pm.

And with all this, people might be curious as to why. That's what this is for. Post below with your character investigating the strange goings-ons, poking around to try to find out why the eight PM curfew is such a big deal. Tag others doing the same!

But remember; shortly after the sun goes down, if you're still out, you will feel as though something very sinister is following you. It will spike all of your paranoias and fears and your fight or flight response will demand that you run. Run fast. Whatever it is will follow. You won't see it, no. But you'll hear it. Skittering, growling, the air around you growing colder the closer it gets.

But don't worry. You'll make it home. No one's gonna get hurt.

This time.

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It was clear that the people of Driftcrest were afraid of something. With such an early curfew, Miles had wondered if something was going on with the government, and that the armed guards were to intimidate the people into following instructions.

But he realized eventually that that wasn't the case, and that the guards were indeed protecting the people in town. But that just further begged the question: From what?

Well, he wasn't sure yet. But he definitely wanted to find out, and if there was a way to help, he wanted to do what he could.

And yet, as he swung around the city near curfew time, he didn't need his Spider-senses all over the place to tell him that maybe, just maybe, this wasn't such a good idea after all.

The Batman sat on on the roof of the Driftcrest Lodge. His eyes watched the night doings carefully. There was an odd avoidance of that statue that seemed to draw people in. Thankfully the dark night makes him disappear if one was to look up from the snow at the roof. Though, if someone was a bit more daring, they could run into him at the roof...

Ghost-Spider has been out for a while. Long enough to stalk a guard or two, try to establish some kind of pattern of behavior. They were vigilant, always with their fiery weapons at the ready. And Gwen waited and watched for whatever they were afraid of, but she got that nagging feeling to move.

So she did. Her spider-sense was never wrong. But for each spot she moved to, that nagging feeling seemed to follow a moment later.

And now she found herself on the same roof as Batman, landing in a bit of a rush and looking over her shoulder just a little bit.

She wasn't sure, entirely, but it felt like something was following her. She just couldn't see what.

The Batman glanced over at her. He waited until a guard passed.

"I'm surprised they couldn't see the brighter colors of your suit." A gruff distorted voice came from the cowl. "Did you find anything?"

"I like to hope that, at the very least, the white blends in with the snow," Ghost-Spider replies, looking around again as that feeling of being watched creeps up her spine. Just for a moment. A flicker, really, if she gives it some thought.

But she doesn't want to. Turning to look at Batman, she shakes her head. "No. Nothing. You?"

He nodded. "It does. I've just trained to notice the things that don't blend."

A detective twenty-years on. Sometimes it felt like a grind for the sake of there being a grind.

"Only the fact that no one has gone near that statue or the surrounding area. Superstition?"

"The statues are a graveyard. They're memorials. Very well detailed memorials, so it makes sense that people don't want to go near them."

Gwen wouldn't really be comfortable around something like that, either.

"There are a couple new ones, too, but I can't even begin to tell you where they're made. Or who makes them."

They kind of just show up.

There was a shrug at that. It depended on the person. It seemed like most of the people who went from location to location were more reserved than daring. Though, he had to wonder, if there was another reason people weren't venturing into the graveyards.

"It seems like that's most of this place. Cities come from beaches, ski-resorts from cities..."

"Things just show up," Ghost-Spider states, not really liking that too much.

"That sounds a bit too close to 'things just happen'."

Things just happen to good people. Things just happen in places that aren't good places. She's starting to think this dimension or what have you isn't a good place. At all.

"You see anything interesting, yet?" Gwen asks. There's a slight tingling of her spider-sense and she takes a moment to tilt her head a bit, listening. She's not sure, but she thinks she can just make out the sound of something moving. Probably the same something that was chasing her before, some kind of creature she just couldn't see.

For everything she learns about this place, it just seems to open up more mysteries and more problems. More issues to work through, even though she has no clue how. This kind of mystery is unnerving, because every clue feels more like a red herring than anything else.

She turns to look at the Bat again.

"Think they're connected? Other than turning into something new every so often."

"Hm." The Bat frowned slightly as he thought. "The conversations on the network seem to point to certain ideas."

It would be easy to imply he hacked the network. The more of the Batman that is shrouded in mystery? The better. They didn't need to know where he came from or who he was... just yet.

His Spider-sense were just going haywire. They were telling him that there was danger nearby, but no matter where he looked he couldn't see anything. But the feeling was too strong to ignore, and it pushed him to move until he landed on the roof where the Batman was.

Though a bit startled by the figure, he forced himself to calm down, even while his Spider-senses still warned him that danger was around.

"Hey."

The younger hero with the similar motif of Ghost-Spider. The Bat glanced over at the one who joined him and gave a nod. If anyone had wondered if the caped crusader had disappeared with Wechetser City? Well, rumors were gone now.

"Find anything useful so far?"

That was a hello.

Honestly, he was kind of glad to see the Batman around. Even though he still felt like something was behind him, some company calmed him down a little.

"Nothing but a lot of nervous people," he replied with a shrug. Which included himself.

A nod came from that surprisingly flexible cowl. "That's what I see as well. Avoidance as well... heightened security." He turned his head to look at the other Spider. "They're scared."

"Yeah...There's definitely something around here, that's for sure."

He couldn't help glancing over his shoulder slightly, because he could still feel there was something there.

There was a glance cast behind them when the younger hero moved. "Any idea what that might be?"

"Not a clue. Whatever they are, they're quick. They still manage to keep up with me no matter how fast I'm swinging."

Swinging. Ah, that's right. They used web looking mechanics to propel themselves forward. He needed to take the time to study them closer and learn how they operated. Though, Ghost-Spider seemed more in-tune with her abilities.

"Too fast for a trap?"

In his defense, he is still technically new to the superhero business.

"It might depend on the trap. I doubt they'd get caught if I tried spinning a giant web."

Not that he'd actually considered it. Maybe.

Technology is limited here more than he'd like. With enough time? He could make something on the level he could back home. They just don't have that time--or so it feels.

"Do you think they'd break through the web?"

"It's hard to say for sure," he replied with a shrug. "My webbing is pretty strong, but without even a glimpse of these things, I can't judge how strong they are. I can give it a shot, though."

"Even if they break through it? That will tell us something. An idea of how strong they are." The Bat finally turns to look at the younger hero. "How strong is the webbing?"

"Well, I haven't had a chance to do official tests on them," he admitted. "But I think it has a tensile strength of a couple hundred pounds per square millimeter of cross section, at least."

He remembered reading something like that in some of the forums about people estimating the strength of Spider-Man's webbing.

"The real problem is that they do dissolve after a while."

Impressive.

"We'll need to find a way to test your webbing. See what it's really capable of. This is a good start." The Bat wonders if he's ever had time to really test out what he's capable of. Or, did he just get thrown into it?

"How long do you usually have till they dissolve?"

"It'll last a couple of hours before it starts breaking down." There's a hint of a grin in his voice as he adds, "Leaves less of a mess to clean up later."

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