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[mwmtechs]

WHO: Everybody
WHEN: Day 78, Post Game.
WHERE: @ Fallout Shelter ( for the winners ) & south of Twilight Lake, 6ft under ( for the losers )

WHAT:

[ Team ❤️ ( Jill, Ciaccona, Megumi, Monika ) & Team ♦️ ( Lyney, Mydei, Kaveh, Ratio ) & Team ♣️ ( Diluc, Jing Yuan, Lahabrea, Vil ) will all come to in a claustrophobic coffin six feet underground in the field that all of this craziness started in. you're still suffering from the hallucinations, paranoia, & honesty! which should definitely be a good time for somebody trapped in a wooden box. as for the necrosis, well, that seems to have taken care of itself... but once you're able to move and inspect yourself some more you'll find that you've got shrapnel from the collapsing bunker lodged in you. nothing fatal, but it's definitely painful and very likely bleeding. it can *only* be removed *with help*. you can't remove the pieces on your own. ]

[ Team ♠️ ( Brant, Aventurine, Castorice, Jayce ) & EVERYBODY ELSE will get a text message once the game ends with the coordinates of the woods that your friends are currently buried in. a follow-up simply says bring a shovel. this is probably confusing to those who didn't participate, but they'll find out what's what soon enough. ]

Comments

[primenumber]

[ He's not going to beg, scream for help, or do anything other than lay still and conserve his oxygen. Someone is surely desperate enough to find him, so it's merely a waiting game... ]

[regulate]

[ Assuming Aventurine doesn't get to him first in desperation, Sunday does spend some time at least helping to look and digging with Dominicus' giant hands before he finally reaches another coffin. ]

Are you still alive in there?

[ He is plucking the whole thing out from the ground and hoping he didn't disturb the grave of an actual dead person. ]

[primenumber]

[ He is, in fact, still alive in there. ]

...how useful.

[regulate]

[ He will set the coffin down carefully and transform back so he can open it properly and help Ratio out. ]

Are you all right? What happened this time?

[primenumber]

[ He climbs out, dignified as ever, brushing himself off. Conserving his oxygen was vital to ensure he did not inflict brain damage on his expansive brain, so he's taking very steady breaths. ]

We were set to kill each other with a card game as a front. As is typical for me, my luck was abysmal and my team had no chance of winning.

According to the laws of probability, it certainly shouldn't happen this often. Perhaps that gambler is right. Perhaps a force called "luck" does exist.

[regulate]

[ What a travesty it would be for him to lose brain cells. Sunday is quick to keep him steady while examining all the shrapnel. Will he gush out all the blood left inside him if Sunday starts liberally extracting them? Probably... ]

It must if he wins this often. Did he not also win a trip to the hotel last game? Are you able to heal yourself at least, or should I direct him here to help?

[primenumber]

[ He's not in GREAT shape but he is at least trying to keep a cool head about it. ]

I'm certain he will come collect me before long, so no need to worry.

...right now... you have... quite a lot of eyes, Sunday. That is not what you normally have.

[regulate]

I do have a lot when I transform, but I cannot say I have more than two at the moment. Would a blindfold help give you some ease?

[primenumber]

...

No. I must learn how to see properly again. I will overcome this nonsense.

Allow me to observe you.

[ He's just going to stare unblinkingly at Sunday now. ]

[regulate]

[ He takes one of Dr. Ratio's hands and presses it to his own face so he can feel it. ]

The illusion should not extend to touch or sound from what I have observed. It is me underneath it all, though whether or not you still think I am a monster regardless, I cannot say...I know my behavior in the past had at times proven inexcusable.

[flameboundcompass]

[ ASSUMING IT'S AFTER SOMEONE ELSE ALREADY DUG HIM UP!! ]

I'd ask how you're feeling, but even I know that's a stupid question.

[primenumber]

[ He's brushing himself off, only slightly disturbed. ]

Indeed. Likewise, I don't need to ask how you're doing, though I am certain that gambler did not make it easy on you.

[ especially after he stopped responding ]

[flameboundcompass]

[ he shakes his head ]

He was upset, but he didn't make things any more difficult than they already were. I'd say he's a big reason why we won in the first place.

[primenumber]

Ah. In a luck-based game he is a good one to have on your side. I have never once bet against him.

...were my hand not forced, anyway.

[finalgambit]

[ as soon as ratio is unearthed aventurine bolts over, trying not to vibrate out of his skin as he waits for sunday to set him ( and his coffin ) down. once he’s on the ground he timidly moves closer, ] Doc, are you in there, how are you feeling… [ a stupid question in retrospect, but he feels so stupid and so helpless and he absolutely hates it. ]

[primenumber]

I am...

[ He eyes Aventurine, his vision swimming in front of him. He makes an attempt to fight it off, blinking several times. ]

...fine. I managed to conserve enough oxygen so there was no damage done while waiting to be rescued. Trying to escape on my own would have been a fruitless endeavor, and largely cause more harm than good.

[finalgambit]

[ he changes into aventurine of stratagems, so he can more easily scoop ratio up into his arms. ] I might have found you faster if you said something. [ he grumbles from behind the mask, but he brings ratio that much closer, holding him like the precious person he is. ] We're going home. I'll draw you a bath. And anything else you want, you just have to tell me.

[primenumber]

And risk draining more oxygen? No. There were plenty of other coffins around that I would have been found, there was no need for me to say anything. [ And he is not quite feeling all himself, still. He stiffens once he's picked up but doesn't move, eventually relaxing into Aventurine's hold. ] ...this form of yours is absurd. Gaudy. You resemble a peacock more than ever.

[finalgambit]

...it's not like it needed to be a constant thing. Until I found you, that's all, ... [ but he sighs and relents, since the last thing he wants to do is argue with ratio right now. ] And you don't hate it. [ he cracks a small smile, but it fades almost instantly. ] I wouldn't be able to carry my dear doctor any other way. I wasn't blessed with as stunning a physique as yours, I'm afraid.

[primenumber]

The probability of you hearing me was roughly the same as anyone randomly discovering my coffin and choosing to exhume it out of the goodness of their heart. [ He has to get the last word in, anyway!! ] ...mm. Yes. I do suppose that is true. And yet these are still not quite... as robust as mine, even now. [ He brazenly gropes one of Aventurine's titties. ]

[finalgambit]

...mm, I beg to differ, dear doctor. I have a real keen sense when it comes to you. I would have hear you first had you decided to open that pretty little mouth of yours. [ he reaches to tap his lips. ] Believe it. [ he manages a small smirk, which morphs into something unreadable when ratio gropes him. he doesn't even know how to react, because gjhfkgjkfhgj. his face turns a bright red as he swats at his hand, ] I don't think anybody compares, doc, least of all me, but I don't recall it being a contest.