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Event log: Buried Alive

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Buried Alive event!
Where: All around the city
When: January 16th-January 19th
Warnings: Claustrophobia, starvation, premature burials, all that fun stuff.

On the morning of January 16th, half of the game's characters wake up to find that they are not where they were when they fell asleep. Instead, they're surrounded by a claustrophobic darkness, cheap satin cushioning, and an intense feeling of weight directly above them. Unfortunately, all of this adds up to the fact that your character has been buried alive.

Luckily, they'll have their phones, which can function as a source of light, communication, and hopeful distraction. They'll be able to talk to the other folks who are buried around the city, as well as their would-be rescuers. Thanks to Hope's timely post on the network, the rescuers know where everyone is, even if they're not sure who is buried where.

This is where organization, planning, and a little bit of luck come in! The aboveground characters will be supplied with shovels via the armory and are encouraged to go dig up their buried friends. Dig quickly though, because the air supply is pretty thin, and by the morning on January 19th, the characters who are not yet dug up will find that oxygen deprivation is a rather unfortunate way to die.

So, grab your communicator, grab your shovel, and get to work!

► This log covers January 16th-January 19th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► Please remember to report any deaths to the Death page!
unitas: (▸letter - from the lost days)

Sharon Da Silva | Open + Closed

[personal profile] unitas 2016-01-17 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
▍▍▍▍NETWORK | Jan. 16th, Early | Voice

[ The panic upon waking is immediate. There’s no rise, just the sudden, very daunting realization that she’s not where she was when she initially went to sleep. From there, it only worsens as the severity of the situation sets in: she’s in a coffin, and she’s been buried alive.

She screams; she pounds her palms against the lid of the coffin; she kicks, and sobs, and slams her fists and elbows into the coffin’s walls in a desperate attempt to escape. She struggles until the pain turns physical, and her lungs burn.

When she slows, and finally locates the phone, she dials for her father, the number memorized in case of emergencies, and activates the network. She cradles the phone to her ear with both hands, and when she speaks, her voice is raw. ]

Dad? [ There’s no sound on the other end, no breathing, and her heart feels as if it’s been crushed. He’s not there because he can’t be there. He’s home, trapped, maybe dead. A choked sob escapes her. ] Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

[ Her breathing picks up, panic rising out of the dark like a monster. ] Dad, if you can hear this... I can’t do this by myself. I-I can’t.

[ and she ends the call. ]

▍▍▍▍NETWORK | Jan. 17th, Mid-Day | Text

the silk burns slow

▍▍▍▍Jan. 18th, Early | CLOSED TO REY

[ The blind panic from the first day had gradually evolved, turning into a more vicious beast. Sharon had thought she’d been calming down, listening to the chatter of the occasional people who would contact her, but then it would strike: no warning, just the sudden, startling return to reality.

It was like being hit by a brick in the chest. Her breathing picked up, her heart pounded, and she could do nothing to stop the onslaught of tears and body wracking sobs. She had begun to fear that monster more than the dark. The first time, when the panic unraveled her, the silk fabric above her caught fire. It burned slow, fumes so familiar to that of burnt flesh that she heaved, and choked up stomach acid. She put it out quickly after, but the scent remained.

At some point—at many points—Sharon slept, but the panic would always wake her.

Except now, what wakes Sharon isn’t the panic, though come it does, but rather the sound of something above her. Fear shakes her first, but hope overtakes it. She pounds her hands, now bloodied after hours of escape attempts, against the lid.

Please, please, please, please.

She screams ]
I’m here! Please, oh god, I’m here!

▍▍▍▍ Jan. 19th | Open

[ A good part of Sharon da Silva only wants to hide away. She wants to curl up under a few blankets, blast the angriest music on her iPod, and scream and sob into a pillow. But she can’t.

The moment she had tried it, had pulled the blanket up over her head, a shield to protect herself from the rest of the world, she found herself suddenly suffocating. The sheets beneath her felt more like satin, and the blanket covering her was being weighed down by pounds, and pounds, and pounds of dirt.

She screamed, then. She screamed, and left, dragging a short sword along with her.

Now, Sharon stands in front of Fear’s temple, the tip of the sword resting against the ground. She makes no move to go in, but makes no move to leave. She’s not sure what she’s doing here—she should be, but she isn’t—and can’t will herself to leave.

She wants this place burned to the ground. ]

jan. 19

[personal profile] morphinum 2016-01-18 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Johanna wasn't particularly happy with the burials, but then again, she's rarely pleased with anything. She hates the control these gods have over people, with their ability to warp feelings, to whisk people away to wherever they fancy. Johanna's fought to maintain control of her own self her entire life, and she isn't about to let some god take that from her.

And clearly, neither is this woman. Johanna recognizes the expression on her face -- this woman's been tortured, and the scars that are left over feed an anger that's only dealt with by revenge.

Johanna knows that feeling well.

Johanna approaches the door and stands next to the girl, giving her a grim little smile. ]

Give 'em hell.
unitas: (▸alessa's harmony)

[personal profile] unitas 2016-01-20 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm hoping to smoke him out. [ There's a sort of literally there. Sharon's clearly intent on more than just simple destruction. No, she wants the pillars melted, and altars crushed. She wants to see it all burn to the ground.

Her grip on the sword tightens. ]
You think he'll visit?

[personal profile] morphinum 2016-01-22 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Johanna snorts, a bitter sound rather than an amused one. ]

He's supposed to be fucking omnipotent. I'd hope he'd have better sense than to come watch his palace burn to the ground.

[ Her fingers twitch, clench into a fist. ]

Which means we gotta make one hell of a show.
unitas: (▸sacred land of moneton)

[personal profile] unitas 2016-01-23 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
We don't have any fireworks, so I don't think it'll be that great of a show. [ They'd need some sort of explosive to really take out Fear's temple, but she's intent on causing as much destruction as physically possible. She'll scorch the walls, and cut obscenities into his altar.

She pulls open one of the large, double doors, and her nerves feel on fire. It's not the first time she's visited, but before it was curiosity, now it was revenge. ]

But we can sure as hell fuck everything up. [ And she steps in, letting the short sword drag against the stone flooring, leaving a trail behind her. ]

[personal profile] morphinum 2016-01-23 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Bitch, I'm the explosive.

[ Johanna stomps in, yelling obscenities so loud her sandpapery voice cracks. She's not nearly as methodical as Sharon is -- she just starts taking an axe to everything and anything she can reach.

The deeper she goes into the temple, the more unsettled she becomes. But Johanna's knee-jerk reaction for anything, even fear, is more yelling.

She shatters glass, crushing orbs and relics in her hands and spreading blood on the walls. She writes a large "fuck you" on one of them, then drags her axe right through the lettering. She climbs the altar and beats on it, again and again, as if the thing is President Snow's face, releasing years of internalized and non-internalized aggression. ]
unitas: (▸BURN BURN)

[personal profile] unitas 2016-01-28 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The woman with her is a whirlwind of violence, and aggression. It's almost infectious, an energizing disease that makes her feel as if something dark could crawl out from inside of her and rip the world around her asunder. She shakes with it.

As Johanna hurls her destruction, wild and untamable, Sharon systematically brings her own. She carves obscenities into the stones, desecrates the altar with symbols of her own, and quietly curses everything he is. May his word fucking crumble. May his halls never see another worshiper. Whatever curse will undo a god, may he suffer it a thousand fold.

He needs to be unraveled as she has been.

Fire sparks in the air, a rising response to their righteous rage. The dark tapestries along the wall ignite, and burn slow, filling the temple with a dark, thick smoke. The walls will not burn, or crumble beneath the heat, but the marks of her hate will remain.

Sharon looks out at the destruction they've wrought, and feels a sick sense of satisfaction that nearly rivals the fear that twists in her belly. ]
circumitus: Insert Warmer song lyrics here. (good lord knows that i'm greedy)

jan. 18th

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-01-18 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[One soul dug up -- if you could call a synth that -- should have been enough to fulfill Rey's karma meter, and it wasn't like she was the only one contributing. Despite this, she finds herself tirelessly shoveling through the dirt, digging herself into yet another deeper hole.

[Sitting idle has never become her. She has the strength and the near infinite effort to keep moving, and so she does. There isn't really much more to it than that. No noble cause or a personal vendetta for any of these people that had been buried. It just seems like the thing to do...

[So when she hears the screaming and pounding, she continues to dig and dig.]
Almost got you. [Rey assures what sounds to be a girl inside the coffin.

[In a few minutes, enough dirt has been cast aside for her to get down and slide open the roof of the coffin, inviting real air and light for the first time in days to the next poor soul Rey has just dug up.

[Well, at least this one looks human. And alive.]
unitas: (▸letter - from the lost days)

[personal profile] unitas 2016-01-21 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The coffin lid is slid off, and it's almost too bright, but she only squints as her blue eyes adjust. She gulps in the fresh air, relieved to be free of the scent of burnt flesh and urine, though the smell clings to her clothes. If she were in any other state of mind, she may have been embarrassed, but exhaustion and dehydration have left her only grateful to be free. ]

Thank you. [ She has to force herself to sit up, to push and move her legs into a different position. Everything hurts, and some of it too familiar to be comfortable. Her breathing hitches as she tries not to cry, shoulders shaking. ]

I thought for sure I was... [ Hours of darkness, even with access to the phone, left her certain that this would be her grave. She thought she was going to die down there. She's too dehydrated for real tears, but she shakes with sobs. ]
circumitus: (503): forewarning i'll probably have done those drugs with you (i wanna bring you to show and tell)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-01-22 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
You're not. [It almost comes out as assurance, and it would sound more comforting if not for Rey's robotic monotone.

[She reaches down, holding out her hand in case the girl needs any help standing up on her own feet. For how long she's been lying down, trapped in such a small space, no doubt her muscles would've been close to atrophy.

[The stench doesn't even bother her. It's expected, and Rey has endured worse.]

Can give you a boost out of here if you need it. Hole's pretty deep.
unitas: (▸letter - from the lost days)

[personal profile] unitas 2016-01-23 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sharon knows there's no way she's getting out of the hole on her own, so she replies with a short nod, her trust in her voice weak, and places a damaged hand in Rey's.

She'll do what she can to help pull herself out, but her body seems to fight against any sort of real physical movement. ]
circumitus: Otherwise you'd be a dad by now. (thank god you're gay)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-01-24 09:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Nearly three days underground would be enough to drive anyone crazy, even Rey can understand that. She wraps her fingers around Sharon's hand and pulls her out.]

It's okay if you need something to lean on. [Figures she may as well give permission. Rey isn't exactly the most inviting rescuer one could hope for.

[For now, that promised boost out of this joint still stands.]
unitas: (▸letter - from the lost days)

[personal profile] unitas 2016-01-28 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It hurts to be pulled out of the hole (lbr, everything fucking hurts), and Sharon releases a whimper through grit teeth. There's no way she could have done that on her own, and she can only imagine the nightmare other people must be having.

She leans heavily against Rey, shaking. This all feels unreal. ]

Do you... [ She starts, careful. Her lips crack when she speaks. ] think you could help me to my apartment?

[ The last thing she wants is to be a burden upon anyone else. Just get her to her temporary apartment, and she'll deal with everything else. ]
circumitus: Insert Warmer song lyrics here. (good lord knows that i'm greedy)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-01-29 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Unlike the synth, this girl doesn't look like someone who can just be left to her own devices. If how much weight she's putting on Rey is any indicator, it looks like she can barely walk. Days spent laying down in such a cramped space, who can blame her?

[She brings an arm around the girl's shoulder, to further help support her along.]

Sure. Which spire? Do you live alone?

[Because it doesn't look like this person should be on her own anytime soon.]

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[personal profile] swill 2016-01-19 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Look, he gets it, alright? That the inability to move is going to stay with them for a while. Y'know, less in the literal way (they're in a cave, under a cave) that had always been known and felt and hardly commented on. More in the way this girl was just stuck there in front of that no-good son of a bitch's temple, like her feet were glued to the ground. Hawkeye doesn't know why. He's a doctor but not the kind that can tell what a person's thinking before even they do.

Just standing there like her sword was glued to the ground.

It was hard to miss.]
Are you looking for something?

[All of him just screams bedside manner, from the way the words roll off his tongue to the too-relaxed posture he's holding his skeleton up in.]

I'll be honest, I don't think he'll be able to fit you into his schedule today.
unitas: (▸the longing remains)

[personal profile] unitas 2016-01-21 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sharon spares him only a glance, a sort of lazy side-eye, before her attention returns to the dark temple before her. It's by and far too large for something like Fear, and, just like him, needs to be brought down a notch or two.]

Not even if I burn it down? [ Her grip on the sword tightens if only to hide the fact that her hand won't stop shaking. ]
baths: (pic#9719575)


[personal profile] baths 2016-01-21 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ sam's first reaction is to reply with text because honestly, who can really blame her for not taking fear's word for how much air they have. once she starts typing something out though, it doesn't sit right with her. it's too impersonal... not soft enough. she quickly deletes and with a slow and shaky breath, changes over to audio. ]

Hey... hey. [ she's doing her best to sound soothing and with any luck, her own panic isn't tinging her voice. ]

You're not alone. I know that this is so beyond shitty [ that's still putting it lightly, sam. ] but at least you're not alone.
unitas: (▸letter - from the lost days)

[personal profile] unitas 2016-01-23 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The soft, soothing reply leaves Sharon feeling very suddenly foolish in the darkness. She should have known better than to use the phone: it's not as if it hadn't been the first time she'd called, but at least then she'd been using the burner with his number programmed in.

It takes a moment for her to gather herself to reply. She wants to lash out, but the woman on the other end was just trying to help—perhaps even stuck in the same situation. She sucks in a breath. ]

Th-That doesn't help. [ She wishes it did, but they may as well all be worlds apart.] But... thanks.

[ a pause, and then: ] Buried, too?
closerift: (crown of leaves)

jan 19

[personal profile] closerift 2016-01-22 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ They don't plan to meet up, but a meeting happens anyway. Cecily had just talked about it with Dorian the other day, about invading the temples to make a statement, at least. About forming a plan to prove to these gods that they wouldn't take much more of this in the mild-mannered way they had, doing nothing to retaliate.

No more. She steps up to Sharon's side, eyes on the temple, not at all surprised to see the other woman there. ]

Not now. [ The Inquisitor says finally, but she doesn't look happy about it. ] If you come back with me, we can begin to plan. But... we can't approach this now, out of retaliation. Not without some idea of what we're doing.

[ Though, they could scout out the place. Cecily glances at the doors in distaste. ]
unitas: (▸letter - from the lost days)

[personal profile] unitas 2016-01-23 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The words burn, and Sharon narrows her eyes at the older woman. She can see the wisdom behind Cecily's words, and even agrees to some degree, but she's never been one to leave well enough alone. ]

But I have an idea of what I'm doing. [ She's bitter, and her grip on the short sword tightens until her knuckles are white, the bruises and cuts more vibrant. It stings, and Sharon finds it a familiar comfort. ] I'm going to do as much damage as I can.

[ She wants this rage out of her, this pain. Her eyes sting, but she refuses to cry. ] What good will waiting do? Give them another chance to put us through more hell, to... t-to manipulate us?
closerift: (high in the window)

[personal profile] closerift 2016-01-26 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
They may recover in a second. [ She shakes her head, hating her own words, embittered that there really may be nothing they can do... at the moment. ] He could retaliate in a much more awful way. Sharon, I know, I feel the same way. [ Cecily swallows hard, fists tight at her sides, stinging where she'd dug too hard and for too long. ] We aren't waiting, we're planning. Giving ourselves a better chance to make a real stand before they can decide we're any sort of threat.

[ They won't take the people she cares about again. Not if she can help it. ]

Please. [ The Inquisitor insists, weakly. ] I want this, too, just... not yet. Not today.
unitas: (▸otherworld)

[personal profile] unitas 2016-01-28 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sharon stands for a long moment in silence, body shaking, and head twisted away from Cecily so as to hide the tears. It had taken a blind rage to get her all this way, to lead her to the one place she can get revenge, and now logic may take that from her.

She doesn't want to be talked out of it. She wants to hurt Fear, wants to him to hurt so badly she's willing to be hurt in return, but Cecily is right. ]

I don't want to walk away. [ She admits, quietly. ] I want him to hurt so badly. Every single time he does this shit, he gets more powerful. We're just fucking feeding him.
closerift: (crown of leaves)

[personal profile] closerift 2016-02-01 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
I know. Sharon, I know. [ And, damn it, she feels frustration and anger and helplessness stinging at her eyes and she sets her jaw hard, willing any tears away. ] It's been bad enough until this point, but this-... He took my close friends, the man I love, and I thought they were all going to die.

[ Sharon is among that number, but Cecily isn't great with sentiment (though she hopes quietly that the other woman knows that she is one of those friends). ]

I will not let him get away with this. [ Just as Corypheus had paid in the end for everything he took and destroyed, so too would Fear and the other gods, if they stood in the way. ] But we can be smarter than him and more powerful. We only need to find a way to use it all.
unitas: (▸a path less taken)

[personal profile] unitas 2016-02-12 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sharon wants desperately to believe Cecily's words; that Fear will not get away with the horrors he's inflicted on him, but she fears the worst. Often times, the ones that deserve the punishing go unpunished. ]

He needs to suffer. [ Her voice is thick, and tight. She finally looks to the older woman, blue eyes like steel even wet. She wants nothing more than vengeance at this point. ] He doesn't deserve a quick out.

[ Not for all the things he's done to them. ]
closerift: (like clutched ivy)

[personal profile] closerift 2016-02-13 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
He will. There are so many of us who deserve revenge on him, on them both.

[ Hope is just as bad, she thinks, for basically standing by and letting these things happen to them. ]

But we need to take the time, or we have no chance.

[ One move against Fear may make it impossible for them to try again later. They still don't know the full scope of his power and that knowledge may come too late if they strike now. ]

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