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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.

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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A; curiosity
Rowan hadn't expected the doors to lock closed behind them. They'd planned to check it was safe, and then to return inside to try and guide people out, but here they are, trapped outside, while other people are still trapped inside.

Their pacing outside the door doesn't last very long, though. The sleigh has caught their eye, and as they turn to walk past again, they notice that panel on the front that should look out of place, but somehow blends in. Before they even really notice, they're clambering up to take a better look. Anyone who comes by will get a very guilty expression across their soft features as they look up. "I were just seeing how it goes!" They weren't thinking about taking it apart, nope.

B; injury
After sating their curiosity, Rowan takes a seat in the sleigh and starts to access the damage. It's not too bad, really, they could have done worse, but it's weird that the deep scratches on their arm haven't started to heal yet. It's been a while since they had to deal with actually living with injuries.

Shrugging out of their jacket, they roll up their sleeve and untie their bandana, before hesitating. On the one hand, this is what they have the bandana here for (amongst other things), but on the other, when there's a better, hopefully sterile, alternative...

"Sorry, mate, you couldn't pass me that first aid kid, could you?" They ask the person across from them, pointing with their injured arm at the box.

Cat, tongue
[Nyara's lost her breastplate. Her clothes underneath - furs and leathers Need has taught her to tan and stitch, some homespun - are the worse for wear. A few bleached holes eaten into them by acid, some cuts with blood drying. She isn't bleeding now but a swatch of the short sable fur of her right arm's got burned off, exposing her skin. It's dark golden-brown where intact, raw-looking pink where it's Healed.

She wishes she could go back to the tower that's become home. It's been so good to have no one but her teacher around, no one to hurt her or try to control her, but on the positive side she supposes she's truly past Falconsbane's reach here. It's something. Can she trust any of these strangers? What do they want from her? They're probably staring - she's ducking eye contact, so she's not sure, but she's well aware of how visibly malformed she is. If she'd been brought here wearing something with a hood, she'd pull it up over her head and hide her hands.

Looking sidelong at whoever she's standing close to, she starts to speak, falters, and has to make a second attempt to timidly say:]

...Are you well? If you are hurt I can help, a little.

[By which she means the sword she's carrying at her waist can help a little. Need doesn't feel like being known to strangers right now.]

A Friend In Need

[Speaking of Need! If you knew her, you may Hear her soundless, gravelly voice between your ears, whether you're talking to Nyara or a bit of distance away.]

:Hello, child. So you're here too.:

[She may have something to report about Saturday and Guts, for those who were friendly with either.]

Edited 2023-08-11 04:20 (UTC)

a. introverts at a party be like

[ 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. ]

[ Toplevels upon request! Tim will be feeling the Borg nanites effects, so he's going to be grumpy and say he's fine. You know. While shivering like crazy from the fever. ]

(closed)

[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.

(open)

[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?

Alright, that was terrible.

[He lifts Mayday in from him, looking directly at her.]

Make a note, kiddo. 0 stars on Yelp.

[He's not kidding. He'd set up a Yelp page for Benedict's theater just to do it.]

[It's about when Mayday starts batting him in the face that he notices the sleigh.]

Santa's sleigh. Of course. Y'know, I'm not an expert or anything, but weren't those reindeer supposed to be tiny?

[Puss...needs a moment to compose himself. Escaping was, of course, not a problem for someone as amazing as Puss in Boots and his new allies, but...well his fur is mussed. His physical fur, not the fur of his soul.

Though actually that is also slightly mussed. It's hard to get used to the whole "last life mortal peril" thing. He also has to hold his sword as he lost his belt barring a door. Gonna have to get a new one of those.

Puss licks the fur on his arms as he approaches the sleigh, making appreciative "mmm" noises. He leaps up to the rim of the door, settles down, then moves to lick his chest, and his legs, and then lick...between his legs.

At least he swings to face away from the crowd. Talking cats understand modesty in only the most abstract of terms, and that's as good as Puss gets.

When he's done, he turns his attention to the jingle bells strung between the reindeer, batting them with his paw. Whoever's using this to play Santa knows what cats like!

bat bat bat jingle jingle jingle]

Edited 2023-08-18 03:48 (UTC)

Kerrigan looks at the sleigh and her shoulders slump as she sighs in disgust. Sure. This might as well happen. She pulls off her high tech-looking visor and squints at it. Blood smeared over one of the lenses. It's not her blood, so she's unbothered, and she rubs at the stain with a gloved thumb. That explains the reduced image quality, anyway. Besides the splatter on her visor, she's sporting other splotches of blood and things that might be blood, obvious against her light-colored set of armor, but she herself seems untouched and unbothered by the movie theater of endless combat.

"It's always something, huh?"

After the last couple weeks of gallivanting through various shattered universes, Kerrigan is starting to look like she needs to pick a genre. Her armor screams sci-fi, but the black leather trench coat is radiating urban fantasy, while the sword on her hip is pure high fantasy. Around her neck, a patterned bit of cloth suggests Western.

[OOC: Feel free to Noodle Incident something happening in the theater. Will also match format.]

Edited 2023-08-18 04:15 (UTC)

There's a smoothie cup on the sleigh.

It has no lid and is laying on its side, propped in place by what appear to be still-packaged menstrual supplies on one side and a very large knife on the other. There appears to be something inside it. It is also being supervised by a petite girl in her late teens who's prowling around with suppressed agitation.

Stacia is less bloody, more battered and bruised; and maybe just a little haggard. She's spent the last two years in sub-optimal conditions for a good hair- and skin-care regime, and she rarely ever gets enough sleep. She's also worried for the little guy inside the cup, who's grappling with a venom that can can only be cured when everyone's out of the multiplex so that they can get back to the Pole.

She'd really like to not terrorize the reindeer though, so she's trying to soothe her nerves by pacing. It's not really helping.

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Rowan Rallies-Hearts

nyara (and need)

aziraphale

no subject

eddie munson

BRAD BOIMLER