i think the weather is telling you to get writing :P
Im pretty sure I caught a cold from it, so either a) sarcastic good-plan, weather, now Im too ill to function, or b) real-good plan weather, now Im stuck at home too ill to do anything but plot out fics.
Seriously though, fuck that rain.
The weather clearly wants more Eerie fic!
Well, i cant blame it for that!
OMG. We are getting weird weather too. Sometimes it is sunny/partly sunny/partly cloudy/cloudy/t-storms... y'know?
Same here, its like it really cant make up its mind!
Some times I wish it would make up it's mind. I love lighthouses. Nice vid.
It was hard not to get excited when Marshall logged on to his computer and saw that he had an email from Dash. So hard, even though he told himself ardently that he wasn't going to get involved in this thing that Dash was caught up in. He had too many other things to think about. Classes to complete. Extra curricula activities, normal activities that would look good on his resume, to keep him occupied. A whole dating scene to explore.
But something had twisted in his chest when he had seen Dash again, and that same thing twisted now. And he liked it, it was familiar and nostalgic, exciting. It was the thrill of the chase, the possibility of a mystery to explore.
... And maybe a little bit, the realisation that even though Marshall had walked away from Eerie and tried to shake off his old life there, his impact on that place and the people in it hadn't been forgotten. Dash had turned to him when he needed help. That stroked Marshall's ego even more than when Katie, arguably the most flexible member of the cheer squad, had asked him out on a date.
He glanced over his shoulder before opening the QuickTime file that made up the whole of Dash's email, (no subject line, no email text; netiquette was not Dash's strong point, clearly.) His roommate wasn't there, which was good, because who knew what this video would be: Aliens, chupacabra, porn, Dash balanced on top of another airplane toilet...
What the video actually was was a scenic but stormy view of the sea somewhere. There was no commentary from Marshall's croaky voiced friend, just the camera panning from a fixed point, right to left and back again, along the border of a cliff edge. Green-brown scrub covered the area that Dash was standing on, to both sides of him bushes and a couple of old stone shacks. In front, the grey sea, rippling waves blowing sideways in a wind that blasted the camera phone's microphone, the horizon fading into mist and another distant dark cliff.
Marshall squinted and shook his head lightly. What was Dash showing him? Some crappy holiday video?
There was a lighthouse at the edge of the water directly in front of Dash. Although the sky was dark, there was no obvious light on in the tower. Did people still man lighthouses? With modern navigational technology were they actually necessary? So maybe it was an abandoned, haunted lighthouse?
White flashes fell from the sky. It was unclear whether it was heavy rain or hailstone, but they battered the surrounding rocks, and probably Dash as well, making the sound crackle in the video. Maybe a relative of Old Bob?
This would be easier to make sense of if Dash had spoken or pointed out in the email what Marshall was supposed to be looking at.
"I'm working with amateurs..." Marshall muttered to himself as he played the video again.
The clip was only 40 seconds long, but when nothing was happening it seemed like forever. On the fourth play over, he was losing interest and considering that he really needed to start working on an assignment before Carl came back and began his tuba practice for the night. Then, in the last few seconds of the video, he saw it.
It was in the building to the right, in the dark, open doorway: The weird flicker of a shape just on the edge of frame as the camera panned away. Marshall replayed and froze the video. Frame 35, nothing. 36, nope. 37, there!
It was a figure, solid, in parts. White and grey, grainy, which could have been due to the video quality, except that it seemed to be grainy all on it's own as well.
Frame 38, and it was gone again.
Marshall watched the whole video again, frame by frame, but the figure didn't appear anywhere else except the doorway at the end. Why didn't Dash just film the building the whole time? Why was the most important part the last thing he panned too, and why did he pan away again so quickly?
He fired off a quick email, asking that exactly. Then he watched the video several more times. Then Carl came bumbling in and pulled out his instrument, and not in the way you would expect from a hormonal teenager living away from home, but with the exact same effect of forcing Marshall to either put in a pair of earplugs or go out for a coffee for a while to escape the noise he was making.
Coffee just made Marshall more jittery and he was virtually trembling with nervous energy by the time he returned to his dorm room. The fleeting image in the video doorway was burned into his brain as he replayed it over and over in his head. He had an email when he sat back down at his desk, but Dash's answer just pulled up more questions.
Its a SCP. couldn;t film it directly agents would know i know. I like the memories I have now thankyouverymuch.
Marshall groaned and swore that he would teach Dash some basic punctuation when he next saw him. For now though, he had a caffeine rush and the urge to visit the college library to check the archives for any recent incidents in the vicinity of lighthouses.
2016-07-03 09:48 pm (UTC)
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omg SO AWESOME!! I love this so much, thank you! (and yes, after reading I watched it all the way through just to make sure there wasn't a figure) and now I really want to know more about dash's experiences with the scp
LOL! Every time I rewatched the video for reference I expected to suddenly see something in the doorway XD Anyway, this is part of the college verse and I totally know all of what I want to plot out for the story now, thanks to this! \o/
And now I'm reading more SCP pages and have already gone and put on the hallway lights so when I take Quicksilver to her tank in the living room before bed I don't freak myself out in the dark....
2016-07-05 02:51 am (UTC)
Re: ... this happened...
OMG, I love this!!!
Trying to remind myself I should not start reading SCP this close to my bedtime, though...