Rifts - DMH - Camp Union

[Chaser1]

"Excuse me? Who are you to demand this?" Megana growls, "You can't demand sacrifice of people we hold dear and think we'll be your willing lap dogs..."

The dogboy’s snarl deepens, no longer a warning but a promise. His posture sinks into a predatory crouch as he begins to stalk toward the two girls still sprawled on the cold floor. The figure in the chair doesn’t bother to turn; he simply speaks, calm as a blade laid against a throat, “What about you, Violet Trent? Or… should I say Violet Synek? Biltonman? Sky? Rhodes?” His voice curls with amusement. “Tell me, who are you really?”

The dogboy closes half the distance, each step slow, deliberate, fueled by a simmering anger he barely contains.

A prickling sensation sweeps across Megana’s limbs, metallic bitterness blooming on her tongue. Then, a soft, melodic, and impossibly close woman’s whisper threads through the air, “You must warn Sam not to eat it.” Megana’s head snaps up. The room is drenched in moonlit darkness, except for one window. One window spilling daylight where no daylight should exist. The whisper lingers, warm and wrong, as if smiling just behind her ear.

[Icy_Drake]

Megana looks at the light "how can i warn him how hes else where....please"she tries to get up to run to the light to get answers

[Chaser1]

She stares at the window, breath hitching. “How am I supposed to warn him? He’s not even here! please…” Before she can finish, the world tilts. She and Vi are no longer sprawled on recliners or the floor. They’re upright, as if unknowingly yanked to their feet by unseen hands. Megana bolts toward the window, dread already rising.

Through the smeared, rain‑scarred glass, the world looks wrong. The open plains stretch out beneath a cold, cloudy sky. Four massive cargo haulers sit parked beside a motorcycle and a heavy off‑road ATV hitched to an enclosed trailer. Around a campfire, laughing, relaxed, and unaware, sit familiar faces. Frank, Johnny, Brad and her Festival friends: Lysanthra, Steve, Maya… and Sam. But where're Dane, Teddy and Kendal?

Sam and Johnny are helping Frank cook, steam rising from the pot as if nothing in the world could possibly be amiss. Liz and Brad sort through sacks of food. Larry, the obstacle‑course MC, lounges on the back of a hauler while dozens of his workers wait eagerly for dinner.

Megana blinks.

When her eyes open again, the scene is gone. All of it. The people, the fire, the warmth. Only empty prairie remains as vast, silent and abandoned. Far on the horizon, something is blossoming upward. A towering column of fire unfurls into a mushroom cloud, its glow staining the sky a sickly orange. Ash begins to drift down like dead snow. The shockwave rolls across the plains, powerful enough to shove boulders aside. A scorching blast of wind slams against the window, making her flinch and stumble back.

Behind her, the man in the chair finally laughs. His laugh is wild, delighted, unhinged, “Do you see?” he croons, as if unveiling a masterpiece.

[Icy_Drake]

Megana begins to tremble and shake "you bastard"but she realizes theres possinly time to save them and tries to reach out to Sam.... if she can gear others...can she speak to others though a similar means so she tries to think shes there in person and tries to speak to him "Sam get everyone out there and dont eat the food!"

[artistic-witch]

Vi gets up off the floor and looks outside ," a nuclear fallout . This is not good ."
Looks towards the man in the chair who's laughing ,"oh you think you will survive this ?? And how about you mut?"

[Chaser1]

Vi rushes to the window beside Meg, breath sharp and urgent. “Nuclear fallout! This is bad. Really bad!” She remembers the term from school, even if she never fully understood it. It just that it meant death is creeping in slow and unstoppable. She shoots a hard glare at the man. “You think you’re going to survive this? And what about you, mutt?”

“I… don’t need to survive. You do,” the man growls, voice low and warning.

What rattles Vi more is the dog‑boy stopping right beside her at the end of the table. “He won’t hurt me,” he says quietly. A talking dog man thing!

Megana’s hands and knees start uncontrollably shaking. She can’t tell if it’s terror or fury taking over. “You bastard!” she screams.

There’s still a chance. Maybe. She lunges at the window, trying to break it, but it’s stone solid, like the walls around them. Panic spikes through her. She forces her mind toward Sam, pushing with everything she has, and shouts with her whole heart, “Sam! Get everyone out! Don’t eat the food!”

For a heartbeat, she’s certain he heard her as he looks up with a face that noticed something. Then the window dissolves, fading and smoothing over until nothing remains but a blank stone wall where hope used to be.

[Icy_Drake]

"I hope....he....heard it....."she turns her attention to the unknown man and her hand lands and grabs her pistol "release us from this nightmare you demon!!"

[Chaser1]

Megana’s voice cracks as she utters, “I hope… he heard it…” Even with her violently trembling hands, she still draws her pistol, leveling it at the stranger with raw fury, “Release us from this nightmare, you demon!”

The world tears open.
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Megana jerks awake with a gasp, lungs burning like she’s been drowning. Her vision swims, the room tilting before it snaps into place. Beside her, Vi jolts upright too, blinking fast, breath hitching, eyes wide with the same terror Megana still feels clawing at her ribs.

A thin blade of morning light cuts under the door; bright and realistic. The wind outside howls against the wooden walls, each gust slamming hard enough to make the floor tremble beneath them. For a moment, Megana can’t tell if the shaking is the storm or her own body refusing to calm. Her mind is still half‑trapped in the fading echo of the nightmare. But one thought rises above the rest, sharp and urgent: Did he hear her?

[Icy_Drake]

Megana as she breathes heavily looks over at Vi like what in the fuck just happened "what the fuck...."

[Chaser1]

Megana stares in disbelief at Vi, "What the fuck..." she gasps through heavy breaths.

There's a knocking at the door. The shadows under the door show only one pair of feet.