SLEIGH BELLS RING ❄ MINGLE

[nightmods]

SLEIGH BELLS RING

Those that escape from the theater all seem to come out through the same doors. When they get there, they can see that the theater isn't actually a building. There's only a free-standing set of theater doors on the playground. At the rear side of them is a brick wall.

Those that exit will find they can't re-enter.

None of the humans have seemed to notice the door or them, even those driving by.

Not everyone escapes at the same time. It comes in fits and starts, them filtering of the theater. Some can walk out mostly unharmed, some limp out, some come out supporting each other.

What they find outside is... uncanny. There in the playground is a massive sleigh, but one that looks not-exactly-traditional, with equipment and boosters that look almost like a mix of technology and something magical.

It's been expanded into many carriages, almost like a roller coaster. Harnessed to it are eight massive reindeer, champing slightly at their bits. It appears the people that attacked and created the theater are at least long gone. That means that as people slowly filter out they can check up on each other, provide first aid, and reassure each other.

OOC DETAILS
❅ Status effects: Any injuries or damage that happens to a character will stick when they leave the Multiplex. That means that someone that gets facehugged by a facehugger will have an alien larva problem that may be causing some serious indigestion soon. Anyone that gets Borg-nanited through the neck will start having the nanites take over them. However the myth healing will slow these processes down until they can get to the Pole, and there are magical means at the Pole to help the characters survive this.

❅ First Aid/Other Supplies: The sleigh will have magically anticipated their needs. While it won't have the antivenom for Kaa because only a magical plant that grows at the Pole can cure the bites, it will have plenty of well-stocked general first aid kits. Applying first aid can help the myth healing heal someone more quickly and is important for injured characters that opted out of the myth healing.

❅ Timing: People can bendytime the timing of when their characters have escaped to play in this and "Let's All Go To The Movies" at the same time. People can also intro here late if they need to wrap some things up in the other post first.

❅ Intro: Players can use this post to intro instead if that's their preference. You can just assume your characters had to run from scary things in the theater and either handwave their circumstances, or assume your character found a way out more quickly than others.

Comments

[hobospider]

Yeah, I don't that would've ended well.

[Mayday giggles and claps. Gwen! She likes Gwen!]

[Peter, on the other hand, gives her the once-over with a concerned look in his eye.]

You look like you've been through the wringer. There any ibuprofen in those first aid kits?

Puss in Boots

[favoritefearlesshero]

[Puss...needs a moment to compose himself. Escaping was, of course, not a problem for someone as amazing as Puss in Boots and his new allies, but...well his fur is mussed. His physical fur, not the fur of his soul.

Though actually that is also slightly mussed. It's hard to get used to the whole "last life mortal peril" thing. He also has to hold his sword as he lost his belt barring a door. Gonna have to get a new one of those.

Puss licks the fur on his arms as he approaches the sleigh, making appreciative "mmm" noises. He leaps up to the rim of the door, settles down, then moves to lick his chest, and his legs, and then lick...between his legs.

At least he swings to face away from the crowd. Talking cats understand modesty in only the most abstract of terms, and that's as good as Puss gets.

When he's done, he turns his attention to the jingle bells strung between the reindeer, batting them with his paw. Whoever's using this to play Santa knows what cats like!

bat bat bat jingle jingle jingle]

Sarah Kerrigan

[zerg_rush]

Kerrigan looks at the sleigh and her shoulders slump as she sighs in disgust. Sure. This might as well happen. She pulls off her high tech-looking visor and squints at it. Blood smeared over one of the lenses. It's not her blood, so she's unbothered, and she rubs at the stain with a gloved thumb. That explains the reduced image quality, anyway. Besides the splatter on her visor, she's sporting other splotches of blood and things that might be blood, obvious against her light-colored set of armor, but she herself seems untouched and unbothered by the movie theater of endless combat.

"It's always something, huh?"

After the last couple weeks of gallivanting through various shattered universes, Kerrigan is starting to look like she needs to pick a genre. Her armor screams sci-fi, but the black leather trench coat is radiating urban fantasy, while the sword on her hip is pure high fantasy. Around her neck, a patterned bit of cloth suggests Western.

[OOC: Feel free to Noodle Incident something happening in the theater. Will also match format.]

[greyerrant]

Similarly covered in blood, Loken chuckles, which comes out a trifle tinny from his helm's voxcoder.

"That it is. Xenos at least are an understandable problem, though. And I have tactical training for that kind of situation."

As does Kerrigan. Which makes things easy enough for both of them.

[zerg_rush]

"At least our gear works again." And at least they jumped universes together again, but she's not going to say that part in public. Kerrigan returns her slightly cleaner visor to its spot on her head. "Now I can go back to not caring about swords," she says with a sidelong, slightly smirking glance at Garviel.

[ninjavampire]

There's no need to apologize.

[ this cat girl!!! you're breaking his heart here! ]

Can you just... disconnect while I get the worst of it?

[ Miguel doesn't like other people taking on his burdens, Nyara. Don't fight him on this. He's not going to continue knowing that the action was hurting someone else. ]

[boldboimler]

It still gives me a fighting chance, sir. Thank you.

[Oh, he owes him big time.]

[Then he looks for Mariner, knowing she'd want to know. There's some urgency in his voice when he calls out to her.]

Hey, Mariner!

[changechild]

[She pauses. Can't she convince him?]

There is so little I am good at. If you do not... [It sticks in her throat, she clears it and goes on-] want to have sex then this is all that I can offer.

[That and having pain inflicted on her more directly, but she doesn't want to offer that, and he doesn't seem like he would enjoy it anyway.

Nyara's answer to any request about sex has always been 'yes', every time, because it's never really been a request. She can pose herself and look inviting and profess a desire to do anything to repay someone, but just saying it like that, not even an actual invitation, was hard and feels intensely awkward.]

...I would not offer something I could not bear. This is little enough.

[ninjavampire]

[ very flatly: ]

That is not what I had in mind.

[ Well, now it felt awkward to be sitting there half-naked with Nyara bringing that up. And the petting, too. Suddenly he is extremely aware of her hand-paws on his back. Had there been some signal here that he'd missed?

It is here that Miguel seems to decide he'll probably be fine with his own healing ability, what was left of it. It feels like the most responsible thing to do at the moment, especially with the apparent trade-offs of the magic. ]

Thank you, but I think I'll handle it.

[ This is about as gentle as he can be at saying 'No'. He's scooting a bit out of reach now. At least he isn't walking away? They can still talk. ]

[changechild]

[There's not enough exposed skin on her face to show it properly, but Nyara blushes at the rejection, feeling shame and embarrassment. It maybe shows a bit inside her ears, which are pink and get redder. She lowers her hand and clasps it with the other, looking at them studiously. The streak of skin where her fur was burned off is about as pink as if it's blushing too, though that's the new skin, that hasn't taken on her pigment yet.]

I - I understand.

[The sensations she was intercepting start welling back up, though they're not as strong now. Need can still work at this distance, if not as well, but she decides not to. Miguel is after all not in danger, and Need has taken care of the worst of it already. Also he doesn't have to know her capabilities.]

[ninjavampire]

[ Well, the pain certainly isn't fun, and it shows in the more tentative way he's dabbing and redressing his side. But it's been something he's been sitting with up until this point, and he's dealt with worse, so he gets through it with simple stubbornness, if nothing else.

That means they sit there in the awkward silence for a little bit. Where another Spiderguy might have found a good mood-lifting thing to say, Miguel simply focuses on getting his task done in deeply unfunny fashion. So intense!

Once a sufficient layer of the gauze is covering him up, he pats his side a bit and asks: ]

What about you?

[ Looking at the burnt fur. ]

[changechild]

[The silence is filled on Nyara's end by a chat with Need, who's graciously hidden her anger at the reminder that her girl has had little experience with actual consent, and now assures her about things not being personal and et cetera. It gives Nyara a chance to stop blushing and feel less bad, and occupies her enough that she doesn't think maybe she should walk away and sit somewhere else.

It is kind of nice regardless to just have people around in the same space as her, and not paying particular attention to her. That's something Need can't or doesn't provide, a sense of physical presence.]

What about...? [Startled enough to look up enough to catch his gaze, follow it back down, oh.] It is nothing. Truly. Need healed it so quickly - she is amazing. I hardly knew I was injured, so well and swiftly she worked.

[wait she was trying to refer to Need as impersonally as possible]

-it. I should... it. [Grimaces a little, she knows Need doesn't like that pronoun.]

B

[myagents]

Price is, by now, notoriously malevolent, but his enjoyment for giving help is real. He genuinely likes to serve and be useful, and seeing someone who is oblivious enough to ask fills him with joy.

"Of course. Here."

He's about to pass the first aid kit to Ronan, but stops at last second.

"Would you mind me giving you a quick scan to detect further damage fist?"

He's only used this white laser on enemies to detect weak points to hit, but he figures it could find a better use to be employed everyday.

[ninjavampire]

You lost me.

[ Once Miguel is fully in control of things happening to Miguel, the thick wall of awkwardness seems to come down a little. He finishes tending to himself to his satisfaction and lets the suit reform over his torso in a wink. The nanotech weave should hold things in place for a while longer. ]

You're talking about the sword like it's a person.

[ Did he miss the part where she mentioned it was sentient? ]

Is the sword a she?

[changechild]

It - ah - I am very sorry. I think I have become confused.

[Nyara, a bit flustered, tries to find a good explanation and defaults, as she generally does, to apologizing and making it her fault, something that will save face for the other party.

With a feeling like a sigh, Need takes pity on her. :Kitten, just tell the man, he's annoying but it will probably be fine. You don't have to play stupid.:

Nyara sags a little. She was totally going to be able to pull this off! Be the absolute fool who personifies objects that don't have personas in front of people! Turn Need into a security blanket! It's easier to be the object of contempt than it is to try to navigate an uncertain place in a conversation.]

...yes, she is a person, or she was, a long time ago. Now she is an artifact.

[:You're still trying to look mad,: Need insists. :We might as well go all the way.: Resigned, Nyara starts undoing her swordbelt. If she can extend the sword in her scabbard to Miguel, he almost certainly won't consider the next statement to be a come-on the way touching a sword strapped to her body might be.]

If you touch her, it will be more clear.

Re: Peter B. Parker

[mothersson]

A voice comes up from somewhere below Peter's knee.

"They need to be big enough if they want to pull all of that."

Makes sense to the young tiny bipedal humanoid wolf-monster man who isn't even reaching Peter's knee.

[millenyal_pink]

"Smart. We might actually be in a place with infrastructure! Well, non-hostile infrastructure," she says, thinking of everything she's heard about the Rig.

Elle laughs when Stacia flicks her.

"Hey, if they work it out on their own, I'm not gonna stop them. Can't leave all the sneakiness to the Ragabash."

That is, assuming the other wolves aren't also Ragabash. Which is possible, if not plausible. And Kenzie's an Ahroun... they just need a Philodox, Theurge, and Galliard to get a "proper" pack. It should be interesting to see how things go.

"How traditional are you planning on being? You gonna lay down the Litany?" she's mostly joking, but Elle knows all too well that some Garou need that firm hand or they're gonna be trouble. Hopefully that's not a case here.

[mothersson]

At some point, Elle might sit down in the sleigh, lean back, kick her legs back... and have them connect with something furry under the seat. Or perhaps she spots something moving under the seat.

Something furry and very small. Literally pint-sized.

It's a Crinos werewolf, black with white highlights in his fur, and only about six inches tall, who was just trying to find a hidden and quiet place, thank you very much, until these injuries a-fucking-finally fix themselves.

[thismaskismybadge]

[ To Mayday, ] Heeeeey, Mayday, look at you, going on your first unintentional multiverse jump, this time. Today's full of firsts for you, huh?

[ To Peter, that more cheerful 'talking to a baby' tone immediately gone, ] It would've been a disaster. He's already been on my case about the watch. I didn't tell him Hobie made it. Not that Hobie would care, you know, he's Hobie, but...

[ Deep sigh. Ow wait no that hurts right now— ] Anyway, uh— yeah, crossed paths with a few goons, Shelob, Earth-96283's Goblin... honestly, I'm fine, really.

[ But she grabs a kit to check what's included, anyway. ]

[millenyal_pink]

Stacia's done patching Elle up, so she decides to get a lay of the proverbial land. See who's here, what supplies they've got, that kind of thing.

She hears shuffling under one of the sleighs, one of the ones far from the reindeer she's trying very hard to stay away from.

"Someone there?" she doesn't wait for an answer before crouching down to look.

She quietly grunts in pain as she does. She keeps forgetting her healing's fucked. She has to actually take care of her injuries. It's bullshit!

She comes face-to-face with the tiniest fucking Garou she's ever seen.

"Woah! Hey bud, you're looking pretty rough. You need some help? No string attached, promise. I just got patched up by a friend myself," she gestures to the bandages peeking out under her shirt that are wrapped around her shoulder. There are some on her legs as well. Her arms are covered in bandaids large and small. Jumping into the fray before you've realized you'll heal isn't a pleasant experience and she doesn't recommend it.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam may have spent most of his time hiding from Pennywise. Just because he'd mostly dealt with his phobia of clowns didn't mean he wanted to deal with THAT one.

He found his way out of the theater, making his way to toward the sleigh. He was looking around for anybody familiar. Anybody from the train, really. Because he'd already seen Dan, which meant Bunny couldn't be far behind.

Before he sees either of them, though, his breath catches at the sight of an incredibly familiar back-of-the-head. One he'd been consciously missing, even if he hadn't wished his brother to be stuck in that dystopia in the least.

"Dean?" he murmurs, barely believing it himself, before breaking into a run. "Dean!"

Stacia (and, technically, Branch)

[credit_not_blame]

There's a smoothie cup on the sleigh.

It has no lid and is laying on its side, propped in place by what appear to be still-packaged menstrual supplies on one side and a very large knife on the other. There appears to be something inside it. It is also being supervised by a petite girl in her late teens who's prowling around with suppressed agitation.

Stacia is less bloody, more battered and bruised; and maybe just a little haggard. She's spent the last two years in sub-optimal conditions for a good hair- and skin-care regime, and she rarely ever gets enough sleep. She's also worried for the little guy inside the cup, who's grappling with a venom that can can only be cured when everyone's out of the multiplex so that they can get back to the Pole.

She'd really like to not terrorize the reindeer though, so she's trying to soothe her nerves by pacing. It's not really helping.

[rambles_on]

Dean hears someone cry out his name. It's a voice he would know in his sleep-- deeper than he remembers, but still recognizable. They call his name again, but this it's layered over. His voice at six, twelve, nineteen; echoing in his head. All calling Dean's name.

He strains to sit himself up but something is in the way. Oh, he's still holding an axe in his right hand. He'd forgotten. He lets go and props himself up by his elbows. It takes a few tries before he's even a little stable. His vision is going in and out of focus, but he can see someone running toward him. Someone big.

For a moment, he thinks Dad? But as he gets closer he can just make out the familiar face.

"Sammy?"

[ninjavampire]

I see.

[ Pensive eyebrow raise. Peni Parker has a telepathic link with her spider, so why not a telepathic sword?

For what it's worth, Miguel has moved on from the misstep earlier. To him, Nyara has the vibe of someone who was very sheltered rather than ill-meaning, and he was deathly allergic to being vulnerable. Entirely different scenario.

So he still gives the sword a try. Reaching forward, pausing, and then touching his fingertips to the handle to see if anything happens. ]

[changechild]

[Nyara doesn't want to outright hand Need over because, again, after getting whisked to New Jersey she is deathly afraid that it could happen again but without the sword, her only sure ally. If he actually takes her, Nyara will look dismayed and increasingly anxious, probably hugging herself.

Sensitized as Miguel is to weird things happening to his body, he can feel something on touching Need's hilt, some aspect of how it had felt to be Healed by her. Some echo of Need as something quite large and holding back, with a dispassionate interest in his retinas, the talons he's keeping folded up inside his feet, whatever he uses to interface with his suit. She's interested in any body and its flows of life and vitality, but his is unusual.

She grumbles irritably and has a voice that is sort of a voice, deep and gravelly, but is also sounds like metal ringing on metal or rasping on stone, and various scraps of imagery and other sensation that people generally learn to tune out quickly. If she was in a comic book, she'd have custom speech bubbles with a lot of faint things happening in the backgrounds.]

:Yes, hello, whatever. Boy, it will go easier for you if you think of me as an artificial intelligence. One of those - ugh - uploaded oneself types, I suppose. It's a useful metaphor.: