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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

[poisonista]

I see... I was with- Mr. Lahabrea, Mr. Jing Yuan and a young man named Diluc Ragnvindr. I recall Mr. Lahabrea was with you once... but we were in a room together, aiming to attack others in rooms... we didn't know who we were striking, though. We had to pick cards with certain values for damage. Our room was struck quite hard in return.

[ He is trying to keep himself calm despite the hallucinations, but when Rook makes his request, Vil nods. ]

Thank you. You may have to - pull these out of me. It's happened before- where we couldn't heal ourselves, but others could.

[forloveorthehunt]

[He hadn't expected Vil to explain the game while he was still recovering -- there was a time for such things, and right after climbing out of a coffin seems like ill timing.]

Oui, I understand. So you had no idea if you were attacking someone you knew.

[Even as he speaks, he flaps his wings, sprinkling Vil with his dust.]

I will take care of the worst injuries now. Then we can work on getting back to the house.

[poisonista]

[ This is a familiar kind of calm for the pain, and he falls silent for a bit. For now, he'll just find a log or something to sit on as the pain numbs- ]

... Thank you.


[ He finally exhales. ]

I'm glad - I wasn't striking at you. The last time we played anything similar, we could see others. And we were afflicted with ailments. Leona and I were trying to minimize as much damage to each other as we could...

...

... I can't seem to hold my words back.

[forloveorthehunt]

[Referencing a past game holds Rook's attention, and he listens as he dismisses his wings to wait for Vil's pain to numb a little longer.]

Oh my. Is that one of the ailments for the game, then? Not being able to hold back your words?

[He sounds intrigued and slightly concerned; he knows that kind of loss of control could be frustrating for Vil and just serve to make him more tense.]

[poisonista]

It is... it makes you speak your truths, no matter how much you'd want to hold them back.

[ It is frustrating but he also knows Rook would never take advantage of that. If anything, words released before him are safer than anyone else. ]

I'd rather it be you than anyone else, anyway. Having you here has helped me in more ways than I'll ever be able to express.