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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. ]

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[regulate]

Ah– my apologies.

[ He returns back to himself in a panic as he helps Kaveh out of the coffin, being careful as he examines him. ]

You are bleeding all over. We need to find you a healer. Please sit down first and catch your breath.

[noarchitact]

[ kaveh shrinks back when sunday reaches out to help him out of the coffin at first, because his mind is playing tricks on him and showing him a monstrous version of his boyfriend. he tries not to appear too rattled, but his behavior probably says plenty. ] I, I'm sorry. Just, a minute, I need a minute. [ he blinks furiously, as if that'll help send the horrible visage away faster. ] I just want to go home. [ he brings a hand to his face, rubbing the tears from them. ]

[regulate]

[ He glances down at himself, unsure what's wrong before nodding as his wings shift. ]

Do you want me to find Alhaitham for you? I believe he can heal you back up, and I do not wish to make you more agitated.

[noarchitact]

[ he shuts his eyes as tears fall from his face. ] No. I, ...don't go. Please. My head is, I'm seeing things that are, they're not normal. Just help me home, please. I don't want to be out here. I can't take this. I don't want to be here, ...I want to be home. I want to go home, Sunday.

[regulate]

Close your eyes then. I will get you home, and you can spend it there with a blindfold if that is amenable...my voice is still the same, isn't it?

[ He helps cover Kaveh's eyes for him as he pulls him into his embrace, rubbing his back gently. His own eyes water at the same time, but he brushes the tears aside so he can start leading Kaveh back to the apartments. ]

[noarchitact]

It is. And I know it's you. My heart knows it's you. My brain is... just having a hard time, because what it's being forced and manipulated to see is, ... [ he shakes his head. ] I don't need a blindfold. I don't want one. I know it's you, Sunday. My pretty dove. My lovely dove. [ he squeezes him tightly when he's taken in an embrace. ] Don't leave me, please, ...I don't want to end up back in the ground, alone, ... [ and reminded of that cold, unfeeling loneliness. ]

[regulate]

I will not leave you, but I do want to take care of your wounds if you will not get any magical healing. I should at least have some first aid supplies back in the apartment.

[ He shifts Kaveh's arm around his own shoulders and wraps an arm around his waist in return, letting Kaveh lean on him while Sunday leads him to the apartment building. ]

Do not focus on anything but my voice for now and the scenery in front of you if that is not also compromised.

[noarchitact]

...good, and I don't think I need much. I just, I think there are things. Metal and, and glass... pieces of them sticking out of my skin. I tried ripping them out while I was stuck in the coffin, but they... they wouldn't budge... [ he nods against sunday. ] Alright. I, I can manage that.

[regulate]

I will get them out for you please do not worry.

[ He helps Kaveh inside and up the stairs so he can go into Sunday's apartment. Sunday then leads him to his bed, nudging him to sit on the edge while he grabs a bowl of water, a clean cloth, some bandages, and a sterilized pair of tweezers. ]

I do wonder if my powers can override the effects of the game so you can see me once more. Would you like to try after I remove all the shrapnel?

[noarchitact]

[ he follows him into his apartment and takes a seat on the bed, slouching forward and covering his face with his hands as he tries to avoid sobbing once again. ] I don't know. Probably not, but it's worth a shot. It's not like it could hurt to try... do whatever you can, Sunday. I trust you. [ he reaches for him when he's close enough. ]

[regulate]

Alright, please hold still in the meantime.

[ He starts carefully removing the shrapnel with the tweezers and holding a cloth to his open wound to stanch the blood flow. He works his way through each and every one before cleaning out and bandaging all his wounds.

Lastly, he brushes his lips over the bandages, giving him little kisses over every single one. ]

I love you, and I am sorry you had to go through such a painful and harrowing ordeal. I wish I could have helped somehow...I never want to lose you. Not to this world and its many cruel punishments.

[noarchitact]

...alright. [ he can do that. it's simple. he just needs to sit still while sunday takes care of pulling out all the shrapnel. easy peasy. except... he lets out little peeps each time he removes one, shrinking away as his eyes well with tears. o- ok, maybe it's harder than he thought. he tries to be good, but he wants to openly sob. sunday is good to him though, so good, and he takes care of them all... even going so far as to kiss the wounds once they're all bandaged up. ] I feel the same... about you, you know. I don't like seeing you suffer either. [ he reaches for his hand. ] Lay with me, Sunday. I... I want to cuddle.

[regulate]

Thankfully, I was spared this time. You, on the other hand...

[ He gently guides Kaveh to lie on the bed with his back against Sunday's chest so he doesn't have to look at him. Sunday will be his big spoon as he hugs him from behind and kisses the back of his neck. ]

Just relax. I have you. Hopefully, the hallucinations will wear off within a day. We can stay here like this in the meantime. You will be safe here.

[noarchitact]

...mm, looks like the shoe is on the other foot. [ sunday had been in the last game, but kaveh had ended up in this game. he's glad that they're not both participating in these things, but it would be nice if they managed to miss out together. he presses back against him and shuts his eyes. ] Hopefully sooner, but... thank you. A nap will probably help, but I... [ he's afraid to fall asleep, because of the nightmares he'll likely face. ]

[regulate]

[ He brushes Kaveh's hair from his face as his own halo starts to glow. He taps into the Harmony's power as he quietly whispers- ]

O, Triple-Faced Soul, weigh his eyes with thoughts of serenity and bless his dreams so that he may have a pleasant sleep until morning.

I will be here when you wake. For now, simply rest and entrust yourself to my protection.

[noarchitact]

...Sunday. [ he feels the exhaustion beginning to set in. ] You didn't have to do that. I [ he yawns. ] I likely would have managed to relax with you here. [ he reaches for him, squeezes his arm as it trails down toward his hand. ] ...you better stay with me. [ he slouches into him and sighs. ] ...you should sleep too, Sunday. [ it's not long before he falls asleep. ]

[regulate]

I will. I love you. Good night, Kaveh.

[ He gives him another kiss on the back of his neck before summoning his wings to cocoon Kaveh as best as he can. He closes his eyes after, drifting off himself while hugging Kaveh tightly, one hand pressed against his heart. ]

[noarchitact]

[ kaveh snuggles back against sunday in an attempt to cling as closely as possible, murmuring sweet nothings against his pillow, because his boyfriend really is *the* best. at least he’ll be able to get a decent sleep and have some ( somewhat ) pleasant dreams like this. ]