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

Rowan Rallies-Hearts

[rallieshearts]

A; curiosity
Rowan hadn't expected the doors to lock closed behind them. They'd planned to check it was safe, and then to return inside to try and guide people out, but here they are, trapped outside, while other people are still trapped inside.

Their pacing outside the door doesn't last very long, though. The sleigh has caught their eye, and as they turn to walk past again, they notice that panel on the front that should look out of place, but somehow blends in. Before they even really notice, they're clambering up to take a better look. Anyone who comes by will get a very guilty expression across their soft features as they look up. "I were just seeing how it goes!" They weren't thinking about taking it apart, nope.

B; injury
After sating their curiosity, Rowan takes a seat in the sleigh and starts to access the damage. It's not too bad, really, they could have done worse, but it's weird that the deep scratches on their arm haven't started to heal yet. It's been a while since they had to deal with actually living with injuries.

Shrugging out of their jacket, they roll up their sleeve and untie their bandana, before hesitating. On the one hand, this is what they have the bandana here for (amongst other things), but on the other, when there's a better, hopefully sterile, alternative...

"Sorry, mate, you couldn't pass me that first aid kid, could you?" They ask the person across from them, pointing with their injured arm at the box.

B light cw for injury description

[ninjavampire]

Miguel is still suited up in his weird nanotech, except for an exposed forearm with a puncture wound that was slowly oozing blood. The border between skin and suit ended somewhere at the elbow, with the glowing blue tesselation of nanite fabric.

The talons on his exposed hand were out, the long and curved points sitting at the end of his finger pads. He had used them to cut some gauze, but his hand seems to stiffen for a moment once he realizes Rowan was looking. He doesn't know that the company present was a werewolf, and preferred to conceal the more obvious parts of his mutation. So the polished claws fold like little pocket knives into his skin.

"Knock yourself out."

He moves his open box to sit between them, and picks out a daub of cotton he'd prepared to wipe his wound with. Beyond a bit of disinfecting materials and a little wound dressing, he hadn't used too much of it. There was plenty to share.

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.

Re: Rowan Rallies-Hearts

[ragefeathers]

"Yeah, yeah. Gimme a second, fuck..." Kenzie says as she hauls herself up from where she's sprawled out in the seat of the sleigh, nursing her own minor cuts and bruises. Thankfully nothing serious, but then she's also not the type to be concerned if it was serious. She grabs the kit and proffers it towards Rowan.

"You good? Doesn't look too bad."

nyara (and need)

[changechild]

Cat, tongue
[Nyara's lost her breastplate. Her clothes underneath - furs and leathers Need has taught her to tan and stitch, some homespun - are the worse for wear. A few bleached holes eaten into them by acid, some cuts with blood drying. She isn't bleeding now but a swatch of the short sable fur of her right arm's got burned off, exposing her skin. It's dark golden-brown where intact, raw-looking pink where it's Healed.

She wishes she could go back to the tower that's become home. It's been so good to have no one but her teacher around, no one to hurt her or try to control her, but on the positive side she supposes she's truly past Falconsbane's reach here. It's something. Can she trust any of these strangers? What do they want from her? They're probably staring - she's ducking eye contact, so she's not sure, but she's well aware of how visibly malformed she is. If she'd been brought here wearing something with a hood, she'd pull it up over her head and hide her hands.

Looking sidelong at whoever she's standing close to, she starts to speak, falters, and has to make a second attempt to timidly say:]

...Are you well? If you are hurt I can help, a little.

[By which she means the sword she's carrying at her waist can help a little. Need doesn't feel like being known to strangers right now.]

A Friend In Need

[Speaking of Need! If you knew her, you may Hear her soundless, gravelly voice between your ears, whether you're talking to Nyara or a bit of distance away.]

:Hello, child. So you're here too.:

[She may have something to report about Saturday and Guts, for those who were friendly with either.]

[bestbrotherever]

[The god she's next to very much isn't well. He's sitting on the ground, bitten leg extended, pale and sweating and shaking. His eyes are closed at first, but they snap open and look in Nyara's direction when she speaks. But not right at her; instead they dart around, looking at things she can't see. They're not real. It must be the poison. They are illusions. Only the voices offering help are real. Focus on those. Repeating that in his mind is just about all that's keeping him from slipping into panicked delirium.

[He swallows and tries to answer.]

I-I- was bitten. [Waving at his leg. The wound, up above the boot, is angry and red and shows the spreading taint, though to his eyes, it looks like it's rotting away.] Poison. I-it is causing- hallucinations, weakness...

catte

[ninjavampire]

[ The suit hid whatever injuries Miguel piled on in the middle of all this - between trying to find the exit himself and guide others out where he could, all the being slammed around and slashed up was starting to accumulate a list of wounds that slowed him down.

He's hugging his side while looking through the horribly antiquated first aid materials. Nyara gets a side glance in the middle of this at her offer. She looked a little roughed up, but not too bad given how ferocious the xenomorphs were. ]

I've been through worse. Missing the regenerative gel back on my world, though.

[ gingerly grabs some gauze and disinfectant instead. Redressing would be in order before he starts to heal over the spider silk.]

aziraphale

[oldbookshop]

a. introverts at a party be like

[ Step one: escape theater alive. Check. Aziraphale's right hand and forearm are what could be very politely described as a burnt mess, no gory details to be added, but it's still attached and hasn't gotten worse with time, so. Small victories are all victories.

Step two: immediately get distracted from whatever his real step two was by the massive reindeer. ]

Oh! Hello. Don't you cut quite the striking figure. I don't think you're one of the models I remember rolling out, but, um. That's hardly a mark against you. Quite the opposite. You're a delight.

Very kind of you to wait on us, in any event.

[ He already loves them. Of course, in theory, he technically already loves everyone here. It's just he got out here and noticed the reindeer first. ]


b. oh wait right there's stuff going on

[ Okay he won't stay in the reindeer zone for all that long, really. People of varying levels of confused and injured are trickling out through the door, and any angel worth their salt ought to be...

Assisting.

Shepherding.

After getting his own arm bandaged up and whatnot. There's only so long he could feasibly girlboss through that one and also maintain dignity.

Aziraphale uhhhhh doesn't know all that much about cool modern first aid, personally, but he can get a good grade in following instructions for the assist, and he'll be trying to offer Minor Heals.

or idk maybe your character is mad cursed in a way that getting blessed would help, because he can do that too. ]

b

[boldboimler]

[Boimler is... not doing well. His skin is pale and clammy and something mechanical is now protruding from his cheek. Dark veins are spiraling over his face on both sides, spiraling out from the left side of his neck - the place where whatever's poisoned him clearly started.]

[He at least hasn't been left alone but he's insisted that the people keeping him company help other people that need it.]

[It is partly just wanting the space to exist in his own head, with his own thoughts, while they're his own. It is also partly because he's dangerously close to crying and doesn't want them to notice if a few tears fall.]

[He knows they probably won't judge but he's still clinging to the idea of what he is - an officer. A professional. Someone composed. While he still can.]

[This one can't be healed, even if a minor heal might help him fight the infection better. This one maybe needs some shepherding - because he's staring ahead at nothing with the obvious gaze of someone that thinks they're about to die - or suffer some worse fate.]

[After all, what's worse? Death or ego death? Death or losing every inch of yourself?]

A

[rallieshearts]

They talk? [There's a curious look on Rowan's face as they lean over the front of the sleigh to take a better look. They didn't even think about talking to the reindeer when they hauled arse out of the theatre, but then again their immediate distraction was the control panel of the sleigh that their slim figure is half draped over. Maybe they should have stopped to introduce themself.]

a

[gooddoggoddog]

I wish I had some herbs to feed them. They've been very good deer.

[The ethereal wolf next to Aziraphake speaks in barks, not words, but is perfectly understandable regardless.]

Anyways, hi! I'm Amaterasu.

[mostdangerousbird]

[ Toplevels upon request! Tim will be feeling the Borg nanites effects, so he's going to be grumpy and say he's fine. You know. While shivering like crazy from the fever. ]

Kon

[mostdangerousbird]

[ The fight's gone on for what feels like ages. How many Borg can there be? He's run into them at least 4 times and now? He's just running, because there is an all-too-familiar motorcycle cop chasing him, and Tim hasn't seen anyone else in at least 4 minutes. He can finally leave, right? They're all clear?

Elle and Loki and the little blue guy and Dick was somewhere in this mess, but Tim's lost track of him. They have to be out by now. He's already running sluggishly, and the pressure bandage he slapped on his neck feels like it's on fire. He can't... he can't keep looking for more people in the theater alone.

He needs to find someone else for the T-1000 so they can do one last sweep of the movie theater. It's okay that he's weaving - helps make sure the terminator misses him.

Rook makes it as far as the front doors before his vision starts swimming. The first glass door feels like it weighs 300 pounds, and he has to throw his whole weight into pulling it open. The momentum wrecks him, sends the whole world offkilter. Tim staggers another 2, 3 steps and collapses in the vestibule. ]

[ferengineer]

Once Ensign Boimler is all settled and Nog's done what he can for him with his limited equipment, Nog goes to see if there's any other help he can offer.

He spots the masked man shivering near the sleigh.]

Fever, I'm guessing? Mind if I take a scan?

[He waves his tricorder, which still has a phaser emitter slapped onto it. Despite the hodgepodge nature of Nog's modifications it still functions as a scanner.]

eddie munson

[bardsofprey]

(closed)

[Once he'd bumped into Steve in the maze, Eddie had remained pretty firmly glued to his side. He stumbles out of the doors right behind him, accidentally stepping on Steve's heels in his eagerness not to be left behind.]

Shit, sorry, I- jesus, shit.

[Now that they're outside and presumably safe, Eddie sags with relief. He lets his guard down probably a little too quickly, but man- he's tired. It's been a long day of finding out monsters are real, fighting them, getting transported to another world, and then escaping from slasher villains.

His butt is on the ground seconds later, and his head hangs between his knees like he's about to be sick.]

Ohhhhh, wow. Gimme a second, man.

(open)

[When he's more on top of things and less all over the floor, Eddie starts poking his head around. He runs his hands over the brick wall on the other side of the doors, and even presses his ear up against it. He mumbles to no one in particular;]

Yeah, okay. Nothing. Because that makes sense.

[If he spots someone with an injury, he zeroes in on them, despite his total lack of medical knowledge. Anyone can shred their shirt into bandages or give a supportive pat on the back!]

Hey, uh, you need a hand? A completely untrained hand, but you know, better than nothing, right?

[mostdangerousbird]

[ Rook is setting on the side-fin of the sleigh, hunched over a bit and watching the others with curiosity. Maybe the style of the uniform is familiar, maybe it isn't - the stoplight colors of the original costume have been replaced with more black and green.

At some point, he slid up the lenses in his mask, and his blue eyes look a little glazed, honestly. He's not doing well, and there's a bloody bandage on his neck already.

When he sees someone (intelligently) start investigating the wall, he focuses on that. If the guy finds something - that would be something.

Eventually, he's noticed. Shakes his head at the question. ]

Thanks.

[ Well, he's not going to be rude about turning down the offer of help. Still turning it down though. ]

It's not going to make sense. Magic doesn't work that way.

[haircaring]

[ Hey, it's the wisest and objectively best choice to just stick close in this situation. Like, at this point Steve absolutely cannot afford the mental strain of losing Eddie in a movie death maze. Never hear the goddamn end of it if Henderson found out.

And also he cares in general. Eddie's first time getting dragged into impossible bullshit was bad enough on the guy. From experience, the second time's not all that much easier. At least not when it's zero to a hundred the way this was.

It's fine. Now it's fine. Munson is here which is like fully impossible but that can be a gift horse thing. Munson is here which means Steve is gonna keep his ass alive and get him back to Hawkins. Done deal. No alternatives.

Point is, Eddie gets away with stepping on his heels complaint-free this one time. Steve will even give him a couple of "good hustle in there" shoulder pats.

He, personally, sticks to pacing back and forth. ]

Munson, take as many seconds as you want. It sucked in there.

Just don't throw up where I'm walking.

[poor_unlucky_girl]

Rather than injured, Jennifer is covered almost from head to toe with filth. Mud, specifically, from the Swamp of Sadness. That doesn't mean she's sad now! Or ever, why do you ask? Either way, her dog Brown is next to her and is slightly less filthy. Which says it all given they always called him filthy. Jaskier may not trust her with laundry anymore if he sees her in this state.]

Oh! Um, hello. I'm alright, just covered in mud. Do you know where I can find some water and clean clothes?

BRAD BOIMLER

[boldboimler]

closed to Mariner, cw: body horror

[boldboimler]

[It's Santa's sleigh. They were chased by a bunch of monsters that were from...old Earth films maybe? And now they're near the sleigh of an old figure from folklore. Except it's a roller coaster with lots of cars.]

[The mix of horror and whimsy he's dealt with today would be too much even if he hadn't just had his life ruined.]

[Outside the Multi-plex, he looks...bad. Really bad. The damage to his uniform is more obvious outside of the darkness of the theater. There are cuts and slashes, a few places were some small glass fragments are caught in the fabric. And he's filthy. He'd washed most of the blood from the creepy possessed monsters out of his hair and off his face but there's still some dried blood there. And it was harder to wash it out of his uniform, which has brown stains all over. It doesn't look like it seeped from a cut somewhere, it looks...splattered.]

[The nanites are working fast. Over time the Borg have gotten better and better at assimilation and in the place they were taken from, they'd managed to assimilate a solid chunk of the Enterprise crew within a few hours.]

[Even as he's supported over to the sleigh, he cries out as a metallic implant burrows out of the skin of his cheek and splays itself in a star shape there, in the middle of the spiral of blood vessels that look like they're blackened with poison.]

[Boimler is completely out of it as he winds up sliding down to sit with his back against one of the weird roller coaster-like cars of the sleigh. He's starting to get pal and clammy, his breathing coming harder.]

[He's also silent. Not panicking like he normally would over something alarming.]

[Boimler, like Mariner, is rarely ever silent. He may not be the most outgoing of the four of them, he's definitely the most reserved, but their whole group of friends is pretty talkative and rambunctious.]

[Cringing slightly in pain, with the discomfort of what's burning through his veins, he knocks his head backwards against the sleigh, muscles involuntarily jerking as some of them are altered, as his spine starts to feel like the nerves are being twanged like the strings of a banjo. He draws his knees up to his chest to try to still the involuntary jerking.]

[Then he stares straight ahead.]

[This is a fear almost all Starfleet officers have. They all know about how horrible the Borg are, have heard the reports of whole ships gone missing. He doesn't know how this will work if the Borg were...constructs or something, but the nanites in his blood feel very real. Even if there is no collective locally it won't stop them from rewriting his brain.]

[That might even be worse, being rewritten to be a Borg but one that's aimless. Forever trying to reach out for other voices that aren't there. Remade into something that isn't a person, that's a cog in a machine that he can't even snap into place with. Just a...part that can't suffer existing alone in its own head anymore.]

[But that also can't feel actual love or acceptance or the kind of belonging that's real. That isn't forced. The kind he knows he has. One thing he can be secure in is the knowledge of how this will affect the people that love him. Especially his friends.]

[Knowing what it will do to them makes all this worse.]

Elle Bryant

[millenyal_pink]

Closed to Stacia

[millenyal_pink]

Elle shifts back to Homid once she can see the exit door. She doesn’t want anyone to mistake her for an enemy; she’s gotten beaten up enough for one day. It wouldn’t be so bad if she was healing like she should be, but her wounds are still oozing blood. If she’s not careful, she’s gonna pass out soon.

She limps through the door and takes moment to assess the situation outside. Sleighs? Why not.

She can see first aid kits, but there’s a problem— the reindeer. Elle can’t approach them. There’s a chance that they’re magical and won’t get spooked, but she doesn’t want to take that risk. The last thing the group needs is a fucking stampede because she can’t bother to keep her distance. But that leaves her in quite a predicament.

She leans against the brick wall and takes a second look around, trying to find someone familiar and trustworthy. At least, trustworthy enough. She saw Henry and Dan earlier— maybe they’re here? Or other people from Wilderlands showed up too? At this point, she’s not going to be too picky about it.

Dean Winchester

[rambles_on]

Closed to Sam

[rambles_on]

Gun to his head, Dean couldn’t say how he managed to get out of the Multiplex. Things get a little hazy after the giant fucking snake snuck up on him. He’s done his fair share of crashing parties and getting high on whatever’s around, but he’s never had a trip as bad as this.

At first it isn’t so bad. The world seems to tilt under his feet but he’s able to keep his head and stumble along. Then the voices start. They’re just whispers at first, but they quickly get louder. He’s able to pick them out— Bobby, Cassie, Lee, Jim…

Sammy. Dad. Mom.

It’s when he starts smelling smoke that he knows things are going to shit. He smells smoke and he hears her screams and Sammy’s cries and Dad’s yelling and Dean isn’t sure where he is or where’s he’s going anymore. He just knows he had to keep moving. He’s gotta keep moving. He's gotta get Sammy out of the house.

He practically trips out the exit door, barely able to keep himself from face planting onto the concrete. He rolls over onto his back with a groan. The sky is grey. Mom is suspended above him, face frozen in pain and blood seeping through her nightgown. It drips onto Dean's forehead. He wants to reach out to her.

“Mom…” He isn’t aware that he’s calling out to her, over and over. He isn’t aware of much, at this point. The poison feels like it’s burning in his veins and he can’t find the strength to move.

Peter B. Parker

[hobospider]

Alright, that was terrible.

[He lifts Mayday in from him, looking directly at her.]

Make a note, kiddo. 0 stars on Yelp.

[He's not kidding. He'd set up a Yelp page for Benedict's theater just to do it.]

[It's about when Mayday starts batting him in the face that he notices the sleigh.]

Santa's sleigh. Of course. Y'know, I'm not an expert or anything, but weren't those reindeer supposed to be tiny?

[thismaskismybadge]

Peter?

[ Never has the sound of Peter's chattering away to Mayday been such a relief to hear. Gwen's been catching her breath, since getting out, but that's all she needs to be up on her feet again to find him.

She's looked better, but she's also looked worse. A little battle damage from the edge of a pumpkin bomb and being thrown around across a few encounters on her way through. She occasionally holds her ribs but she's a Spider, she's resilient, she'll be fine. ]

Oh thank god it's not just me and Miguel.

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.

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.

[myagents]

It's been a while since Price last saw Stacia. She's not going to be happy to see him but the feeling is not reciprocated. Price happens to see Stacia's secret nastiness as a good thing. Not that he would voice it or that she would appreciate that kind of support from him.

What matters is that she's an asset to the team and her health should be preserved for the good of the collective.

"Miss Novik. It's good to see you." he greets her with a downwards nod. Come to think about it, he never asked her if she has a title. It certainly would be awkward to ask now, besides it would probably have to come with a lengthy explanation of hierarchies within her home universe which may or may not be a sensitive topic to her.

He takes a clean piece of cloth and using his power he materializes a small block of ice wrapped in it, gently hands it to her.

"Here. For the swelling."