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Entry tags:
- aziraphale,
- beckett mariner,
- bradward boimler,
- elle bryant,
- gwen stacy (spiderverse),
- loki (mcu),
- miguel o'hara (spiderverse),
- nog,
- sam winchester,
- stacia novik,
- ✘ aiden price,
- ✘ dean winchester,
- ✘ drift,
- ✘ eddie munson,
- ✘ garviel loken,
- ✘ henry townshend,
- ✘ jennifer,
- ✘ kon-el,
- ✘ mackenzie haynes,
- ✘ nyara,
- ✘ peter b parker (spiderverse),
- ✘ puss in boots,
- ✘ rowan heart-eater,
- ✘ sam wyldhammer,
- ✘ sarah kerrigan,
- ✘ steve harrington,
- ✘ tim drake (comics)
SLEIGH BELLS RING ❄ MINGLE
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.
❅ 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.
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I have never noticed.
[but okay she will hold Need out again.
Need would like to be extremely waspish but, fine, as the adult here she'll pretend not to be insulted and have only slightly more acid in her tone than a minute ago. And politely not inspect his kidneys, though there's absolutely still the sense of her awareness in the skin that touches her hilt, a sensation almost like as if the sword is noticeably cooler or warmer than the surrounding air.]
:Well, you're either brave or foolhardy, I'll give you that. I'm not here to waste my time and energy turning you inside out, boy. I can't do anything much without consent.:
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:I’ve already had enough turned inside out, if you couldn’t tell while you were poking around.:
[ he would like his body to remain stable please thank you. He’s been through the wringer today. But, hello sword! ]
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:Yes, yes, you got beat up flinging yourself about like a bouncing ball and carrying people off in your enormous arms, very heroic.:
[There's a distinct tactile element there to bounce-ing-ball and enormous arms. Need is being sarcastic, of course, but with Mindspeech as it is there is also a slight undercurrent of approval that she doesn't entirely manage to conceal.]
:I don't know what medicine is like where you're from but on my plane we've got to know what we're working on or it's all tremendously inefficient and can get reconstructed wrong. I'm magic, but that doesn't mean I can just waft good wishes and make whatever I want happen.:
[It's more complicated than that, but that is true.]
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:We'd call that a diagnostic scan, and you generally ask for those.:
[ Ignore the fact that Miguel spent a day scanning anomalies without asking for permission. Different circumstance! No medicine is involved. But he supposes that explains why she was tingling at all the unusual parts of his anatomy. ]
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So we're going to give an irritable acknowledgement, like tipping a head to one side, and move on, and not let on that she's listening to more than he's outright telling her and that a lot more of his anatomy is unusual than he's thinking. It's just mostly very subtly strange and she doesn't know what DNA is.]
:I'm not letting just anyone know I'm in here. But, as I was saying, you may as well think of me as one of your AI. It's not quite right but it's a useful metaphor.:
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[ Miguel, not immune to banter when he is curious enough about the party at the other end.
He could pick up on very obvious prying, but he wasn’t omniscient. She could take a peek at all the strange cells and modified tissue enough to know that despite his appearance, his body was very different from a human’s internally. It would be befuddling for a doctor or healer without knowing it beforehand. ]
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:Hah. I'm as human as you are. Or I was.:
[It's a line she uses when meeting people, sometimes, but it has a particular little twist of irony here that she accentuates by turning a moment of clear attention to the setae in the pads of his fingers. There's a lot more going on with whatever's happened to Miguel than she can quickly pick up on, it's quite systematic and under a certain degree of tension and instability that is ve-ry interesting - but certainly he's still markedly more human than she is by now. A human mind can't survive as it is outside of a human brain, after all.]
:I want to know more about this and about whatever it is you're wearing. I'm not saying I'm not impressed, I am saying there are certainly a lot of choices made. But it's far enough outside my experience that you'd have me saying 'What?' every two seconds.:
[This is as close as she's going to get to saying she won't pry and just read his mind about all of it! Need is sitting on her curiosity; she can tell that she could come to like Miguel quite easily, his voice can be rather soft when he's not raising it. She can't afford that right now.]
:All right, you can let go. I can talk to you by now without contact, if you're close by.:
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Miguel can't really imagine what it is like to go from being a walking, talking person to an inanimate object. Sounds rather torturous, really. At least a (programmed) AI wouldn't be carrying that burden of knowing with them. All said and done, Need appears to be handling it rather well. ]
:I'm not sure if the answers to those questions will be illuminating, or just make more of them.:
[ But he lets go. Felt a little weird exclusing Nyara from the conversation, to be honest. He looks back at the girl. ]
She seems polite enough.
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Nyara was glad to have the attention off her for a bit, to not have to decide things to say or do. She tries to take on attitudes and express opinions that she thinks will please people but it's a lot of work. But she reclaims Need with a sigh of relief and belts her back around her waist.
And then Miguel gets actual eye contact! A surprised, hopeful look, with her pupils widening just noticeably! She actually registers his eye color!]
She says you are another Changechild, or, like one.
[wait she's pathetic he'll think she's saying he is pathetic, she winces and shifts her gaze to his shoulder.]
I mean, that you were normal.
[what if that sounds bad too how about she looks at her hands again]
-I am sorry, I am saying this wrong.
:A 'Changechild' is what they call a human who was heavily altered, sometimes of their own volition. Usually they're combined with animals.:
[Need fills in, her Mindvoice not as clear now, and her tone more remote as well. She doesn't use the term much herself.]
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[ If he is offended, he certainly doesn't show it. He doesn't have the context of a 'changechild' being used as an insult, just some weird alternate universe fantasy phrase. And at least she still folded him in to the 'human' category. ]
On my world, we just deem it having spider powers and call it a day. Keeps with the theme.
[ gesturing to the spider on his chest. ]
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She seems cautiously hopeful about his nonchalance about it.]
I thought that it was a skull.
[Staring at the symbol. Huh, yes, legs... honestly, she would've thought he was partially some kind of bird, maybe also a reptile, if she wasn't told. She hasn't seen the fangs.]
But you fly. Or, almost.
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[ Yes, it is a skull, but does no one see the spider?! The legs! ]
Spiders can jump and glide on their webbing. It's called ballooning.
[ did Nyara want a biology lesson on arachnids today? she is getting them! Granted, his gliders were tech-based rather than webs, but the concept still applied. ]
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[Spiders have faintly positive associations for Nyara, but that's mainly because she'd most often see them in seldom-used parts of her father's fortress. There's far less sustenance on them than on mice and rats but they also can't fight back like those can, and any morsel of food is something.
Probably she shouldn't share that with Miguel.]
I would have thought you were an eagle, or - a gryphon. [Thinking of gryphons makes her perk up slightly and she hastens to assure him that this is a compliment.] They are so very quick and magnificent in the air, and they are powerful and frightening, but they are good.