04 - week four

[afflictionmods]

WEEK FOUR

Saturday comes to a close, and it’s time for some rest and recovery. Perhaps the TLC you deserve will come this week, or perhaps the nightmare will continue. It’s hard to say with things being so strange around you, from Wei Wuxian’s disappearance to the sudden addition of objects and places and creatures from your homes. Who knows what this week will bring? Nothing ordinary, that’s for sure.

You wake up on Sunday to an increase in those little glimpses you saw yesterday. What were snippets of songs, locations that might’ve seemed familiar, and creatures that were dormant, are now all alive and whole. When you go to the karaoke bar, the songs you once knew are there. Monsters and animals are alive and sentient. New business are abound. Vehicles are operable, and perhaps some of your old belongings are back, too.

However, some of these things aren’t even things that should exist outside of your dreams. They may be far too strange and unusual to be real, or just things you don't remember ever seeing. The only thing you remember about these things in particular is that they were, quite literally, in your dreams this week.

That being said, every few hours, all of these things from your homes and dreams fade out and get replaced by new sounds, places, beasts….only to maybe come back again at another time.

Well. At least there's one constant here: You’ve got a handful of new locations to look at, with the fog having spread once more, and they aren't going anywhere. There aren’t as many new places that are native to Estelline this time around, but that may be for the best, considering everything going on.


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OOC NOTE

OOC: Details on this week can be found here!

Also, we have a lot of participants for the news activity from last week. Neat! Everyone who participated in some capacity will have a small polaroid camera delivered to their doorstep. There's limited film, though - 10 photos per camera. It doesn't seem like there's any extra film at this time, either.

Finally, there will not be any weekly tasks this week. You guys are going to be busy with memshare and dreamscape stuff; instead, enjoy the Estelline University Newspaper!

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Comments

1/3 cw blood just in case??

[afflictionmods]

[ When Marcus and the rest head towards the yelling, they'll be able to see a structure built at the edge of the park. It's hard to miss given that it's a little tall, and it's certainly too aesthetically out of place for being something that might be part of Estelline. But...here it is, tall and broad in its presence as its doors close shut.

It looms over the two figures that are on the ground, bleeding, shouting for help. ]

2/3 also slight cw: suicideal ideation

[teidaisei]

[ ...well at least one of them is shouting, one of them really isn't doing much besides coughing and rasping for breath. It honestly serves him right considering his terrible smoking habit, but that's not the cause of his ailments today.

That would probably be from the blossoming injuries on his person, though the brightest is coming from his abdomen, more gashes on his limbs like some kind of morbid accessories. Honestly Kawase's content to lay on the ground and just die right here. ]

[mirrite]

Shit...

[Marcus drops to his knees as he skids to a stop beside Kawase, shucking his jacket off and pulling off his shirt to press it against the wound in Kawase's abdomen in an attempt to staunch the bleeding.]

What the hell happened here...

slight cw: suicideal ideation we are just probably going to have put this on all his threads

[teidaisei]

[ There's a whole lot going on here but the obvious culprit is the deep wound in his abdomen that's bleeding pretty freely. Kawase really isn't in any position to respond, but eventually between coughing fits. ]

...don't touch me. [ Another cough and a breath later. ] Go help him instead.

slight cw: suicideal ideation

[mirrite]

Yeah, no can do, sorry. You're a lot worse off than he is right now.

[Which means he's not budging, at least not for the moment.]

[teidaisei]

That's exactly why— [ That is his best attempt to sound like the Authority on triage since you know, he's pre-med but it does not at all sound intimidating given his condition. ]

...I don't know what that thing had on its claws anyway.

[mirrite]

[Now his eyes narrow, and he has to fight the urge to lift the shirt up enough to take a look underneath. Not until the bleeding has slowed a little bit, Marcus...]

On its claws? You mean like some kind of poison or something?

[THAT... DEFINITELY COMPLICATES THINGS HERE.]

[pr159]

You're both saying that, so one of you is just going to have to stop being a selfless idiot. Your wound looks more immediately threatening than his, so congratulations, that's you.

[ Just going to get down on his knees here and get a better look at what he's dealing with. ]

What happened?

cw suicideal ideation cont

[teidaisei]

I know medicine and he doesn't. [ But he's being a huge idiot, yeah. ]

...unless you have any experience with some kind of mutant wolf with what's probably some type of toxin on its claws—just let me die.

[pr159]

Graddic Claw, elite monster native to the Rusalle Highroad.

[ ...Not actually poisonous, but he's dealt with other monsters that inflict poison ailments, and this one has the best name, so whatever. He ain't gonna know. ]

Let's see it.

[pr159]

[ SIGHS... well, thankfully he's assembled a first aid kit that he's been carrying around in his AMAZING BAG, so. he'll start getting that out. ]

Let me deal with this.

[mirrite]

[He looks up when Rideaux speaks... and this time he actually does move away, though he leaves his shirt in place over the wound to keep on soaking up the blood.]

Go for it. Lemme know if you need another pair of hands for anything.

[pr159]

Check on the other one and send someone off for some more supplies, unless you happen to have brought your own.

[mirrite]

Unfortunately I decided to travel light today.

[Which would be a 'no,' but he's already standing even as he says that.]

Tell me what you need and I'll see what I can find.

[unsinksyourship]

[WELL THANKS FOR THAT DEMOTIVATIONAL LINK ON TOP OF EVERYTHING--

At this point Tamamori just fucking crawls over, I guess, aided by Frog Man frantically dragging and rolling alongside; at some point even that vanishes as his concentration drops and the creature flails and fades away; he has some vague inkling that sudden pain without wounds?? Isn't good?? But it's not like it's the time to think clearly. Ah, it's never a good time when it rains--]

... Kawa...se?

[Very quietly; it's probably a good thing other people are moving because he just sort of stops on his elbows once he gets within sighting distance and stares.]

[teidaisei]

[ yw he does his best, always. ]

Tamamori-kun. [ It's weak but still there. He smiles then, like always too. ]

[unsinksyourship]

[I THINK YOU MEAN HE DOES HIS WORST--

In response there's a whole confluence of things, like several weather fronts hitting each other at the same time: relief crashes into adrenaline crashes into a wave of aimless fury and everything waters each other down, pulls things away a little and clears up his mind enough to shakily get up a bit.

At some point his hands went numb but they're tingling back to life as he drags himself the rest of the way and reaches out, heedless of blood and everything else. Who knows what expression is on his face right now.]

You... You. What did you do? What did you--

[teidaisei]

What I've always done. [ That is not anywhere close to a satisfactory or sensical answer and even with the blood loss he might know this, but ah well. ]

...did I say you could touch me? [ One thing the weather can't drown out is echoes. ]

[unsinksyourship]

T-That's not--

[Yeah, that answer sucks and it seems to prickle at something, or maybe ten things, or maybe a hundred things because the fury surges back up and settles down to simmer -- at the same time Tamamori scrubs his face with his sleeve, heedless of his own hands and anything that might be on them.

He mutters something completely unintelligible but definitely annoyed. But when he lowers his hands again there's a peculiar calm that's settled over his face, particularly his eyes, tight in his jaw.]

You didn't say anything, so too bad. I'm going to do what I need to. [...] Frog Man! You know what to do.

[A little ways away, like a new spring sprout, a blob of green pops up and yells, Yes, Tamamori-san!! before rolling towards the streetcar. If anyone wants supplies... this might be a good time to request them. From a frog.]

3/3 cw wounds

[cloudalike]

[ Not too far away from Kawase is Chongyun, slumped on his side.

His arms are cut up, deep gashes from what seems to be defensive wounds - though the bleeding isn't as bad as the purple acid burning away at his skin. On his back are several more gashes - claw marks really, with one particularly nasty gouge on his upper back near his right shoulder. He's conscious, though clearly incapacitated. There's a weak nod in Kawase's direction. ]

Check... check on him first. Please.

[ It comes out hoarse, with him having used up most of his remaining strength to shout for help. ]

[festiverogue]

[Holy hell, what happened here? But Madara is taking to Chongyun while Kawase is looked after, and ripping a shred of cloth off his shirt to start to bandage some of this up.]

Somebody's got him. You okay?

[cloudalike]

[ A quick jerk of his head. That's a no. ]

T-thank you. Ugh. [ He grits his teeth, forcing the words out though the pain. ] Need healer fast. Rifthound corrosion...

[festiverogue]

Right, stupid question wasn't it...

[He's tearing his shirt to shreds to bandage Chongyun up until someone more capable gets here... until.

Corrosion?

The "acid"? So he shifts his focus to getting that off.]

Will it come off with water, or does someone need to neutralize it?

[cloudalike]

[ Shaking his head again. ]

Not... Not sure. I don't think - hng - water will help.

[ A healer with a Vision can take care of it, but here... He can already tell his powers are gone again. He doesn't know who can help them here, and he's worried Kawase might die before they can get help. ]

Maybe... Lorelei?

[ He did do work for her. She could save his life to pay him back maybe...! ]

[festiverogue]

[So magical power-adjacent stuff. Definitely not something Madara can help with.

He doesn't like the Lorelei idea, but nobody here has powers. Maybe she knows something. Anything. And he has his motorcycle here, so he can get back fast.

He raises his voice to the surrounding people:]

Can someone keep him stable? I'm gonna go try to get help.

[He's ripping the rest of his shirt off to hand it to whoever needs it for bandages, too.]