nightlogs | 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.

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.

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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.

The claws don't even register until Miguel retracts them, and even then they're not in the brain space to remember that most humans don't have claws. Besides, they're not going to draw attention to them if he doesn't. It's kind of relaxing, knowing that there are other folk around who aren't human, and Rowan's slim shoulders release some small amount of tension that they hadn't realised they were holding.

"Ain't what I was planning, but we'll see how it goes." They chuckle, pulling the box the rest of the way to their side. Hmm. Have they ever even had to do more than put on a plaster before? They eye the contents, subconsciously rubbing their cheek. Well, that bottle which might be a disinfectant has been opened, and he just picked out a bit of cotton, so that's probably a good place to start. A moment's rummaging and they pull out a pair of scissors to snip a piece off so they can start dabbing cautiously at what's clearly claw marks from something like a wolf, wincing each time.

"What got you?" They ask to distract themself, glancing away from their wound to look at Miguel with large, grey eyes and an open, friendly smile. "They weren't pulling no punches, was they."

Miguel designed this suit with the ability to emote, and by god does he use it to express all of his displeasure.

"An undead mother of two with a bad case of food poisoning." he grumbles.

Mercifully, the futuristic weave came with ability to shuck off the evidence of a fight so disgusting that he didn't want to get into the details. So he just wipes over the stab wound with a daub of antiseptic and feels grateful that nothing particularly nasty appears to be complicating things.

"She was a real fan of swinging glass around."

“Fucking hell. As if getting shanked with glass weren’t nasty enough.” His displeasure is met with equal amounts of sympathy, and a spark of curiosity. That mask seems to be tracking his features, but from where Rowan’s sitting it doesn’t seem to be anything more than fabric. Is there something very thin between his face and it? Or is it really the fabric itself. Either way, that’s beyond the technology they know, and it makes their fingers itch for a closer look.

Instead, they offer him the bottle back, still open, their grin turning teasing. “You sure you’d not rather a bath in this?” Although that’s another point. His suit seems remarkably clean, unlike their jacket which took the brunt of both blood and grubby water from the sprinklers they set off in one room.

"It'd be great if the next monster maze had a shower in it."

He just sounds so grumpy and mad, the contrast with how delicately he is dabbing his wound du jour comes off a bit silly. He sets the bottle upright in the kit and snaps the cap back on before he goes for the next step: applying gauze and a bit of pressure to his forearm until the slow ooze begins to stop.

As for the suit - in the darker lighting, it appeared mostly black. There was the steady blink of nanites that could almost be mistaken for glittery fabric when he moves around, like a night sky cut through with solid red. The subtle circuitry was easiest to spot in the red; the slowly pulsing lines were arranged in angular Mesoamerican patterns (the guy was fussy enough to weave in little details like that). He will probably be more inclined to talk about it when he's in a better mood.

Rowan gets a once-over from the eyeless mask to deduce if they needed help, but they seemed to have it covered.

"Personally, I like to keep all me clothes on when fighting, but I see you running starkers with a hoard of hairy monsters behind you next run, I'll know you found one." Not that, you know, they'd recognise the person behind the mask, but that's not the point of the tease. Their grin is cocky, their tone light, completely unbothered by his grumpy tone.

Setting aside the cotton, they return to the box to look for something to cover it up with. "I'm Rowan, anyways. Nice to meet you, wish it were under better circumstances, and all that." Long fingers find a large wound covering, and they pull it out, comparing it to the cuts on their arm to figure if it'll cover them or not. Probably close enough. Setting it down for now, they offer Miguel a hand to shake instead. If he takes it, he'll find them warmer than most, despite their skinny figure, their handshake firm and confident.

"You're hilarious."

Oh, the Sarcasm! Rowan gets the annoyed look of recognizing when the Pun is Clever but refusing to laugh.

The offered handshake feels a little formal given this entire mess of a situation, but it's inoffensive enough. He pauses while reciprocating, not expecting Rowan to grip his hand so firmly. His fingertips have rough bristly chitin where the claws fold out, but it is otherwise a handshake like any other. Between the compression happening up his forearm and feeling utterly exhausted, he is on the backfoot in their Confident Handshake game.

"Mmh. It's Miguel."

The sarcasm washes over Rowan, and they're completely unbothered by it. If anything, their grin brightens, as they enjoy what feels to them like a natural response to their comment. They like him, they decide. He reminds them a bit of WD40, just twice the size, and (probably) not a werewolf.

"A smile every once in a while never hurt no one." A brief moment of seriousness passes over their soft features as their gaze flickers quickly to the multiplex and back. "'Specially with this sort of crap going on." Picking up the dressing that they set down, they chew on their lip as they consider it, trying to figure out the best way to go about this. At least they're dexterous enough to work with their off hand. Peeling the backing off, they focus on getting the whole cut covered, still really hoping that they'll be able to find somewhere quiet later to try again to change and get it healed up properly.

"That'll do me for now. You want any help? I ain't a professional or nothing, but even I'm better than trying to reach your back yourself."

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