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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.
aziraphale
[ 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. ]
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[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?]
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Aziraphale's place is not to question a higher power directly, a grand design on why all things must happen-- and goodness knows he's very skilled at not asking-- but that's never put a moratorium on sympathy.
(Largely a young crowd again, he's noticing. Not that he supposes he's very objective about what counts as young.) ]
Hello. [ A bit awkward, in that 'approaching a stranger in dire straits and not sure if that will be welcome' way. More than anything, though, his tone is warm. ] Seems a bit of a dreadful time to be lonely.
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I'm not alone. My best friend is here. I just - I figured she could use a distraction so I told her to help the other people who are injured.
[A wince]
You know, the people who actually can be helped.
[He reaches a shaking hand up and drags it down his face. The shaking doesn't seem to be entirely from fear or anxiety. The grey threading through his veins is definitely congregating thickly in the blood vessels of his hand. After letting go of his face, his hand seems to spasm a few times and he shakes it, flexing his fingers, opening and closing it until the twitching finally stops.]
[The process is clearly unpleasant, though, and other parts of his body are twitching. He winds up banging his head back lightly against the sleigh in a quiet knock, clearly overwhelmed by all the various twangs and spasms going on in his body.]
[He knows it must look pretty bad and it's probably hard to grasp what's even happening visually.]
[His eyes are a little teary when he opens them again.]
That place made an alien species we have back home. They make more of themselves by injecting people full of nanoprobes, a - a technology that's a bunch of tiny machines. They're so small it looks like a liquid.
[He doesn't know the technology level this guy has back home and that outfit sure looks historical.]
And they change you. And grow - uh, bigger machines in your body. And rewrite your mind. Until you're not you anymore, and your personality is gone, and you're one of them.
[Hence wanting Mariner to go find a distraction because all she can do otherwise is agonize helplessly over what's happening to him.]
So, yeah, uh [he briefly presses his lips together in a little line] bit of a dreadful time.
[He doesn't say it sarcastically, like he's upset at Aziraphale for wording it that way. It's just apt. "Dreadful" is a good, strong word for it. Dread is happening. It is a time full of dread.]
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Nature of art, though, he supposes. Humans do that. Epic poems, an old half-forgotten dirge he'd scribbled down once upon an age ago, Shakespeare's tragedies, all those great big stained glass renderings of martyrs bloody on the pyre. Hand something terrible to ten artists and they'll find ten ways to rotate it over to another facet.
It's very admirable. He doesn't hoard things away in his bookshop for no reason and all.
Consider though: he doesn't want to be objective about it right now and he's not terribly fond of modern cinema anyway.
This poor polite young man. ]
Quite.
[ Well.
Aziraphale makes it a point to settle here, then. ]
Would you be against a bit of healing? From an external source, I mean. [ He gestures at himself with his good hand. ] I'm afraid it's not the stuff of miracles at the moment, but it might... help.
[ Might make things slightly less painful. This... process. Ideally. Oh, he hopes so.
Normally Aziraphale would just do the healing sans asking, but he doesn't think he knows enough about "nano probes" to risk it when he can't simply miracle things like that out of a bloodstream. ]
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More proof than anything else that Crowley's not present, he thinks. Crowley would have said something irritable and redirected his attention by now. ]
You know, I don't think they do. I just thought-- well, on the off-chance that they might still understand a bit. Couldn't hurt to, um. To check in.
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Goodness. I suppose it isn't such a strange possibility in this context, is it?
[ What are humans even making films about these days...? ]
And you're... all right? Unharmed?
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Eh, I got a bit scratched up but it ain't nothing that won't heal. [The cuts on their arm are rather more than a scratch, their dark denim jacket ripped and blood stained, but they're seemingly not bothered by it, used to pain.] There's all kinds of first aid shit back here if you need it, bandages and all that.
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I'll be sure to look into that, thank you. Um, before that, I could-- well, I do have a bit of healing magic. [ Which he thinks is a nice concise enough way to put it, because his entire miracles situation and how he's still offended about what places like these do to it would be an awful lot to unpack on a friendly young person.
He wiggles the fingers of his good hand. For emphasis and for drama. ]
No cure-all, I'm sure you can tell, but I think it might help you along quite a bit if you'd like.
[ There's no polite way to say "if that's a bit scratched up, I'm a stuffed turkey." Aziraphale must use other more polite means. ]
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[The ethereal wolf next to Aziraphake speaks in barks, not words, but is perfectly understandable regardless.]
Anyways, hi! I'm Amaterasu.
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[ That is... one very ethereal wolf. Holy, dare he say. The height of mythological.
Lovely one. Seems quite friendly. Couldn't be more clearly not from his reality.
He straightens his posture out a bit anyway.
The sheer volume of things he didn't have on his "will experience within a few hours" bingo sheet could fill volumes. ]
Hello to you, too! I'm, I'm Aziraphale. Pleasure to meet you.
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[She cocks her head to side.]
That's been happening a lot today. Encountering new, unexpected things, I mean. Usually I have a better idea of what's going on than most people.
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[ Almost. Not really. But he thinks he's very funny for saying that. ]
I suppose I'm a bit-- celestial in nature? Not a title of mine, but. If you'll forgive my saying, I was just thinking you felt very holy. Parallel roads of some sort, maybe.
[ He holds up his two pointer fingers fairly close together. To emphasize the paralell-ness. ]
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[it wasn't a very dignified form for a deity but Ammy had never really been dignified.]
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[ He doesn't know if it's polite to say his original reality doesn't have a real Amaterasu. It probably isn't. He just won't say it, she's a goddess, best to have some respect. ]
I hope the cinema didn't give you too much trouble?