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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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Kon
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. ]
Re: Kon
[There's a blue glow and then the T1000 fragments. Then it fragments some more. Nanotechnology pulled apart into nanites, nanites pulled apart into components. It takes some doing; it's far more intricate than he's used to taking apart, but it helps when you can harmlessly hold onto something because all it can do is try to stab you.]
[(Whoop de freakin' do.)]
[Intricacy turns out to be easier to handle taking apart than something huge like the Tower during the Crisis. The end result is just a pile of useless alloy dust, tiny nanites reduced to even tinier fragments.]
[Tim's savior pushes through the doors and picks him up in a bridal carry, floating as he carries him through the second set of doors. There's a jawline that's familiar to Tim for two reasons seeing as he knows two people with basically an identical one.]
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And for Tim, it's a little more than that. You're safe, because Clark was able to spare 5 minutes and there wasn't a natural disaster anywhere. There's nothing in there that he can't handle, so Tim can breathe a sigh of relief and put his forehead down on the cool tile. Try to manage whatever he’s been hit with and catch his breath in between mumbling suggestions. ]
Freeze and heat. 's weak to temp...shock.
[ Feels like no time later he's being scooped up -
(The plan to manage what's making him sluggish and foggy has failed to launch.)
And Tim can see through heavy eyes and bright sunlight the chiseled jaw and backlight profile. He tries to keep his head up out of some notion of politeness. ]
Thanks, Superman...
[ Bruce is never polite about it. Tim does try. ]
Is Nightwing clear?
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[Golden ticket. Place that was trying to kill them. Etc etc.]
And wrong size, dude. I'm not the trenta-sized super. I'm the venti one.
[That absolutely is not the kind of joke Superman would make, even if Kon's voice has started to sound similarly deep over time.]
For some reason when I showed up here, I was in Kal's duds, I have no idea why.
[When they get out, Kon's eyebrows raise.]
Welp, that sure is Santa's sleigh. Again.
[He really hopes they don't get roped into saving Christmas again.]
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Venticinque.
[ Because that’s what at issue here. Man ounces. Being right.
(Trying to be normal when his boyfriend just plucked him off a sticky movie theater floor and Tim mistook him for his primary genetic donor.)
(Just. Yikes.)
Tim lets his head droop a little, although not so far as to close his eyes and relax. He’s less worried about being polite, now, and more worried about how long he’ll be fussed over this time. ]
Maybe someone knew you’d need the cape for bandages. Or a blanket. I got Borged.
[ He says it almost like borked, as he tries to slide it in amongst everything else.
Then. The sleigh. Tim groans miserably and clenched his eyes shut tight. ]
Please tell me we don’t have to deliver everything again.
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That dude who looked like he stepped out of a Rankin and Bass stop motion special whistled for something before all that went down. I think this was it. Maybe it's our ride.
[Kon gently lowers Tim to the ground, kneeling beside him, and holding him propped up so he can get a good look at his neck. Bad. This is bad. With this stuff integrated in and swimming through his blood it's not like he can get at it with his teke the way he could at some kind of externally clamped piece of tech.]
When you mean Borged you mean like actually Borged, don't you. That was all movie villains. What'd they go with? First Contact or something?
[Being programmed by nerds is handy sometimes. Trek is actually not one of the ones he's into that much on his own, like some of the others he's quietly consumed and pretended they were only programmed in.]
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[ Tim, nerd that he is, has a particular fondness for The Life & Adventures of Santa Claus, which was never very popular but has a high fantasy element to it due to the pagan council. ]
The actual Borg. Beats Wendy the Werewolf Stalker any day. They got a tube in my neck, but she pulled it out before they could do much else.
[ No ID on who she is. Tim covers his neck with his hand - it hurts, and he doesn't want to be prodded when there's nothing more that can be done without equipment and clean tools. ]
Must've been First Contact. TOS didn't have the Borg, the other TNG movies had different villains, and I didn't see the reboots. But it's fine. I'm not chalk white, and they didn't do any implants. Just... liquid.
[ Has Kon seen First Contact? Tim's not sure, but he thinks the nanoprobes growing the implants was new to the film. He doesn't want to be a distraction. ]
I promise you don't have to call me Third of Five.
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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.]
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[ Asking permission is appreciated, and Tim will eye the tricorder, raising an eyebrow at the additional parts. Which isn't quite visible, but anyone used to reading human expressions would be able to guess why his mask cocks upwards like that. ]
That doesn't look standard issue.
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[Nog scans Tim, and finds a pretty similar results to the one he found with Boimler. Better even.]
The good news is your immune system is fighting off the nanoprobes better than it has any right to. No implants have formed either.
The bad news is it could still go either way at this point.
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My immune system fighting off anything without outside help is already better than it has any right to.
[ Losing a spleen does make flu season an adventure. ]
And if an implant does form, but I'm nowhere near the Collective?