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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

[captivitea]

It's not.

[ he rubs the back of his neck and lets out a sheepish laugh. ] It would have worked, and I would have made sure not to use my full strength, so I don't knock your block off. Anyway. [ he's going to scoop him up and throw him over his shoulder. ] Let's make haste... the house isn't exactly a hop, skip, & jump away.

[trickyfingers]

...Fine.

[ He scrambles to grab onto Wriothesley as he picks him up, squirming a moment before finally calming down. ]

Ah!!---D-Don't just pick me up without warning! What if I fell?

[captivitea]

I don’t have butter fingers, so you’ve got nothing to worry about. Have you ever considered finding a roommate… [ so you’re not so lonely. he can’t imagine what it’s like not having lynette here, since the two were basically inseparable… ]

[trickyfingers]

[ Brings an arm up over his neck to secure himself. ]

...No, I haven't.

[ It's true, he's a mess (his apartment is too with two doves flying around and making a mess of things on occasion). He also has trust issues. ]

What do you care, anyway? I'm not a kid, I can take care of myself.

[captivitea]

...you don't need to be a kid to get lonely. And in a place like this being alone and being forced to take care of yourself, especially following those games is no easy feat. I'm not saying that you can't do it, but I *am* saying that you shouldn't do it.

And why do I care...? Why wouldn't I care? Do you really think that just because I have a cryo Vision I'm some cold unfeeling bastard? [ he cracks a small smile. ]

[trickyfingers]

You don't need to. And no, you're just-- [ He stops himself. ] Whatever.

A-Anyway I'm-- not. Lonely, that is. I'm... I like the quiet.

[ He's usually extremely good at lying, but between being tired of lying all the fucking time and his brain being a bit addled at the moment, he's not doing so great.

The doves aren't exactly noisy in a conventional way, but they do make a lot of sounds so maybe it's not entirely quiet, but... he should probably get a cage. Maybe that's a good idea for a burden. ]

A-Anyway... I'm not alone. I have birds. Two doves.

[captivitea]

[ he can tell all lyney is doing is spouting lies at him, but he's not going to force him into doing something he doesn't want to... like spending extra time with him. ] If you say so, but... just know that our door is always open to you. [ the least he can do is extend an offer to him, so lyney knows he's not alone... despite what he claims... ]

[ he brings him into his house and sets onto the couch, ] I'll take care of the tea.

[trickyfingers]

[ It's hard to admit that he doesn't mind the company or the kind gestures. It's even harder to admit that Wriothesley of all people is right.

It's easier to chalk it all up to pity. ]

...I don't need your pity.

[ Except it's not entirely pity and it does appear to be coming from a place of concern.

He pulls his boots off and sets them on the floor in front of the couch before crossing his arms over his stomach and pulling his legs up against his chest, effectively curling into himself as he presses his face into his legs and peers over his knees, watching as Wriothesley's retreating figure makes its way out of the room. Tea sounds nice. As much as he hates to admit it this place is nice.

That is, until he starts hallucinating again. First it's Father, or Arlecchino, followed by Freminet, then last of all, Lynette. All more disturbing and distorted than the ones before them. They don't make any sounds, they just exist. Like in some sort of horror film with overly hyper-realistic effects. He could manage dealing with the hallucinations. They were personalized, sure, but they weren't the faces of his loved ones.

He wants to scream, to verbalize his anguish or horror, but if he screams or makes any sort of noise he'll disrupt things, disrupt Wriothesley, he'll shatter the illusion that he's finally starting to feel even some semblance of safe in this place.

So he clamps a hand over his mouth and wills his eyes to shut tightly as he curls in on himself even more. ]

[captivitea]

And who said it was pity? [ he tsks under his breath as lyney tries to brush off his concern, his genuine concern, and instead wriothesley heads into the kitchen to start on the tea. he'll also put together a sandwich in the off chance lyney is hungry... but he's not so sure he's going to want to eat. ]

[ he doesn't exactly know how lyney likes his tea, so he's going to take a stab in the dark... light on the sugar. he arranges everything on a small tray and brings it into the living room, setting it on the table and taking a seat besides lyney when he notices he's curling in on himself. his wolf tail gently starts bapping on him as he takes his own cup of tea in hand. ] Tea's ready. [ he says simply... sipping at his own drink as he continues to idly brush him with his tail. ]

[trickyfingers]

[ At first he jumps when the tail touches him, enough so that it snaps him out of it. Right. He's fine. He's safe. Should be, anyway. He stares forwards at the cup of tea placed in front of him, his face half tucked into his arm as he counts backwards in his mind and attempts to slow his breathing.

The next few times the tail brushes against him, he almost leans into the gesture, before realizing what he's doing and sits upright with a sudden jerky motion.

He places a hand on the tail, not necessarily grabbing it, just sort of resting on top of it. ]

...A-Are you trying to comfort me?