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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]

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.