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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 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.