Travel Diary- Undertow

[skinstealer]

??-??-316, Viscera, Consumption

Crossing the border into Viscera did not go fine. Well, nothing happened per se, but I am left unnerved and distressed, and I don’t have high hopes for the rest of this trip.

The border itself is heavily militarized, which is terrifying when it appears that said military is...to put it bluntly, looking very similar to the cult that people warned me about, but in cleaner uniforms and nicer posture. They may not be putting heads on pikes, but the energies they give off give me feelings of dread that I really hope I won’t be feeling this entire trip. 

I disguised myself as a ruffneck using one of the few powers I remembered how to use, and I have to say, I look good. No one was able to detect me even when my glamour slipped a little, which goes to show how well people are doing their jobs here, I guess. Works in my favor, anyhow. I’ll take it. It’s definitely a different look than my usual, but dressing as a dog is an interesting change of pace, and I rather like the neck deposits. The wispy look isn’t too different from my cloud mane, so that’s nice.
 

 

It was raining and dark when I finally got through the whole process, and I was flooded with a sense of familiarity. I made my way to a local motel, which I’m staying at now. There was a food vendor nearby that I was able to get a meat dish at- some kind of spiced kebab that was surprisingly tasty, though I feel like I’ve had better elsewhere. All the same, better than expected and definitely welcome on a wet evening. 

The room itself here is strangely...organic in feeling, with the trim on the room being curved around the edges. It’s...pretty, almost, but it does remind me of muscle, and flesh, and that makes it somewhat uncanny…

This place is weird. But the more I see, the more I feel like I’m remembering, even if it’s only in feeling…