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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.

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❅ 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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[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.

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[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?

[ 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.

[The look is definitely familiar. But hey, Eddie has already seen so much weird shit that a guy dressed up as a superhero doesn't get more than a brief double take. Was he on his way to a convention before he got swept up in here? Is he a legitimate superhero? Not Eddie's business, actually.

Eddie squints at his wound though, doubtful that this guy doesn't need help.]

Right, yeah, I just- there should still be some kind of logic to it, right? Like, I don't know, rules. ...Are you sure you're good?

You mean like, if you say the caster's name backwards, the magic stops?

[ The guy isn't necessarily wrong about magic having rules - and isn't wrong about Tim needing help - but it's hard to quantify the rules when they keep changing. ]

It depends on the individual's magic, power source, external or internal, demonic or otherwise, et cetera et cetera... you wouldn't happen to have a mirror on you? I can stitch myself up.

[That response catches Eddie a little off-guard, and he grins. It sounds like dnd.]

Yeah, exactly. Or, you know, if a huge wall appears in the middle of nowhere, a huge wall has vanished from another place.

[Uhhhh. Eddie frowns. As much as he'd love to prod more about this guys apparent experience with actual magic, that last part is too concerning to ignore.]

So you are hurt pretty bad. Look man, I don't have a mirror, and even if I did, that doesn't really sound like a great idea. I can, uh- get you help? Or-

[He winces rather than finish that sentence. Eddie really doesn't want to sew someone up. He knows how to sew clothing, but that is nooooot the same thing.]

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[ Truth be told, Tim has DMed a session of a TTRPG to solve a crime. The line between his gaming and reality has already been markable thin. ]

Or doors that lead to seemingly nowhere? Too bad we left the rogue in the tavern.

[ He'd rather joke than agree that he's in bad shape. There's not much to be done; they're waiting to be evac'ed and - and this is the important bit - no one has come to help them.

This whole time, and not a single emergency force has turned up? No one's seen a sleigh and a ragtag bunch of people fleeing a door? Even in Gotham, there'd be sirens by now. Something's wrong, and there's no point in asking for a hospital. ]

A cyborg got me in the neck with some cables. Meaning it stabbed the jack into my neck.

[ His hand reaches up and puts additional pressure on the bandage. It's less painful now. (That's likely a very bad thing, given the Borg.) ]

I stitch people up all the time. It's usually not my own neck, though.

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[ 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.

[Man, you will never hear Eddie saying that Steve hasn't metamorphosed into an incredibly generous person. No comment on the destruction, and Eddie gets some bonus encouraging shoulder pats? Unfathomable.

He looks up to see Steve pacing back and forth, and it weirdly settles Eddie a little, because it's obvious he's not freaking out alone. He takes a few deep breaths, and presses a hand up against his racing heart.]

Not gonna be sick. Eighty percent sure, anyway. You good? Didn't get chewed on by anything in there?

[ He gives that 'eighty percent sure' a bitchy little scoff just to be a little bitchy. Nerd stats. Can't relate. But it's better than like... seventy percent sure? So.

Sure. He'll take his chances. ]

Nothing to write home about, man. [ He got chewed on by a gremlin earlier but then some weird girl helped him patch it up. His pockets are full of tampons and sanitary pads now because that's what his life is doing, apparently.

Nothing to write home about comparatively. Basically. ]

What about you? No bullshit. We're making a no-bullshit contract right now because if either of us dies I'm gonna be pissed. [ POINTS AT. ] And you don't want that, alright?

[ "If either of us dies here, I'm kicking our asses." - Steve Harrington. ]

[The bitchy little scoff barely registers, but only because Eddie is still recovering brain power right now. Completely rude, being bitchy about Eddie instead of something Eddie can also be bitchy about.

He tosses Steve a thumbs up in response, and sprawls out more comfortably on the ground, no longer feeling like the earth is rapidly shifting under his feet. We're good, we're stable.]

Jesus, I'm not going to bullshit you. Cool the lasers. [Eddie puts his hands up in mock surrender, but the whole 'I'm too chill for this attitude' vibe he's attempting to put down is totally at odds with the amused grin on his face.

Also, his hands are pretty solidly covered in blood. He's definitely forgotten about that part.]

I'm fine, dude. Not a scratch.

[ By all rights, Steve should figure out how to point twice as pointedly just for that.

Oh what a chill time we're having! On the ground covered in blood and resurrected from the dead! Normal goddamn Friday night! Like Max could come skating through those doors any second now all hale and whole and it wouldn't be just as much of a total mind bender.

Insane. This is actually insane. ]

I swear to god, I always think we hit the cap on how weird shit can get, and then it always gets weirder. Every time. There's reindeer out here. [ Dead dudes walking, no sign of his dumbass kids, Santa's reindeer standing in a parking lot... ] I gotta stop calling my shots.

[Honestly, Steve needs to cool it and enjoy the relative safety they're sitting in for like, two minutes. Eddie doesn't know how the guy's head hasn't already exploded from stress at several points in his life.]

Alright, alright, take it easy man. Obviously this is several layers of messed up and weird, but we can debrief about it later, yeah? Maybe just- I don't know, sit down for a second. You kind of look like a vein is gonna pop out of your forehead Alien-style.

[ Take it easy... sounds fake. They're out in the open. He only knows one person here. He doesn't know if anyone else he knows is here. Steve needs to be ready to physically beat something to death at any moment, and then he'll find a room to be alone in after this all somehow settles and have a panic attack or some shit, and then he'll.

He doesn't know what, exactly. They're in a whole Situation.

He's not gonna sit down. But he'll stop the rant because he guesses maybe that would get Eddie freaked out too, and scoff about the forehead vein thing instead. Joke's on Steve, that's already making him less tense. ]

We went through the trenches in there just so you could insult my good looks?

[Eddie definitely has his own personal freak out waiting in the wings, but it's like too much has happened at once and he's way too tired and overloaded for his brain to load it up and hit go. He's kinda peaceful, but specifically in a weird, very dramatic way, like a sea captain all resigned to his fate as he sits in the eye of a storm. Sooooo Eddie.

Whether or not it helps with his own stress levels (it does) Eddie is glad when Steve stops pacing, because he honestly doesn't have many other methods for calming someone down.]

Hey, don't go putting words in my mouth. It's a very charming vein.

[We enjoy a little flirt in these troubled times.]

[ He gestures to Eddie again. In like a "see!" kind of way. Like he'd gesture at him if this were part of some group argument about Steve's stress vein and someone finally took Steve's side in the argument. ]

Thank you. We all bring stuff to the table, man.

[ See, guys, who are not here! Charm!

He hasn't picked up that that was a little flirt yet. He'll re-run the tape later and probably figure it out then. ]

[It is, ironically, a very charming response on Steve's part, and that kind of makes Eddie want to kick something. ]

Sure, yeah. I bring copious amounts of fear and mid tier running skills, you bring a makeshift weapon and some nice veins. All areas covered.

[Eddie looks back down at his still bloody hands, grimacing at how sticky they're beginning to feel. Gross. He tugs his bandanna free from his hair, and does his best to start wiping them clean. It's only mildly successful.]

God, this is nasty.

They're only mid tier if you die, man. You did as good as anyone without crazy mind powers could do.

[ Good hustle, wish El was here to throw a car or something, etc. Real-ass Jaws was in there! By his accounting they did great. They got a C+ in whatever the fuck this situation is.

If a solid F in getting out of it clean. Ew. ]

Wanna check out the sleigh? I'm seeing first aid, so there's probably some Wet Naps or something in there.

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?

[Oh, wow. That's a lot of mud. Eddie stares at it all, possibly coming off as rude, although it's certainly not his intention. He winces at the mention of water and clean clothes.]

Ah, geez... I hate to say it, but I've got no idea. Couldn't even tell you where we are. Wait, here-

[He tugs a handkerchief out of his back pocket and offers it to Jennifer, waving a little gesture at her face.]

At least you could- you know. Better than nothing.

Oh! Um, thanks.

[She carefully takes the handkerchief making sure to get mud on Eddie in the process. Except Brown is with her and is also covered in mud, so when he does The Thing he inevitably sprays mud everywhere.

In the meantime as she attempts to clean her face, she just smears the mud evenly.]

Better?

[Eddie's super grateful, because despite the fact that he would never tell anyone as much, he does care about his clothes. But then Brown just kind of goes for it, and Eddie winces, looking down at his mud splattered jeans in dismay.

When he looks back up at Jennifer, he really can't help but crack a grin.]

No, uh- honestly, we're kind of both a mess. Might be a hopeless case.

We might be.

[Jennifer giggles.]

But at least it means we can't make any dirtier, so we can lay on the ground all we want!

[She immediately preceeds to do so as she speaks, moving her arms and legs back and forth.]

And we can make snow angels!

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Apologies, I don't know why I got so stuck on this response.

no worries!! <3

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