Event log: Buried Alive

[hadrielmods]

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!

Comments

sam | open & closed

[baths]

A) JAN 17TH, LATE | CLOSED TO ASHLEY & JOSH

[ What Sam hates most is the helplessness.

There's a constant knot of anxiety and worry in the pit of her stomach that's telling her to get out there and help people right now and she can't do a damn thing about it. Being able to talk to the others on the networked has helped a little, but it's not the same as actually being there for someone. Some of these people they've come to know? This is the worst thing that's ever happened to them. They think they're about to die, scared and alone. Sam wants to be able to offer a hand to hold but here she is, isolated. She can't help herself, let alone anyone else.

If anything, she's able to take solace in the fact that she's been in deeper, darker and much, much colder. That's also part of the problem, though. Sometimes when she sits in silence for a little too long, her mind fills it with the distant screeches that will probably haunt her for the rest of her life. Those half-human noises that echoed through the mountain that night. Being in the dark, all alone and hungry... it's hard not to think of Hannah, anyway.

She looks at her phone to see if it's time to send another check-in text to Chris when there's a noise above her, muffled and distant, and she freezes. Funny how that's also become her first reaction to almost anything, now. Holding her breath, she listens closely and places her palms against the lid to feel for any sort of movement. ]

B) JAN 19TH, EARLY | OPEN

[ It's early enough in the morning that almost everyone that's in the clinic to be treated is still resting. Not Sam, though. She's making quiet, careful rounds and taking note of anyone stirring and unoccupied. Bonus points if they're alone. She doesn't linger long though because if anyone hates the feeling of being watched, it's her.

Technically she should be resting too, but that's out of the question. Sleep often brings nightmares, both old and new, and the people here shouldn't have to hear it.

When she gets back around to her starting point, Sam makes her way toward one of the people she mentally check-marked, her voice and approach soft. ]

Hey, sorry to bother you... Uh, I was just wondering if you needed anything.

19th~

[thechoiceisyours]

[It's only from sheer exhaustion that Chris has managed to get any sleep himself, too drained both physically and mentally to manage to stay awake even though he intends to, but it turns out to be for the best; he's too tired to dream, at least very much. Vague images or sounds jolt him back to wakefulness every few hours when he does drift off, however, at least until the cycle repeats itself and he falls asleep once again.

It's one of those in-between times when he hears Sam wandering around; his eyes are closed and he's laying down, so he probably looks asleep, but obviously isn't when he mutters a quiet comment as she passes by.]

Sam, you're supposed to be in bed.

[Not that he doesn't understand why she isn't, but he's going to fuss at her anyway.]

17th

[pighead]

[Josh slams his foot against the shovel, digging it further into the dirt so he can free another shovelful of earth. They're making progress, at least, and they're working together - more or less - so things could be worse. He knows Ashley is probably really wishing someone else were here digging graves with her.

But hey. Josh is what she gets, so she's just gonna have to deal. His shoulders ache from digging, his hands are blistered and bleeding, and shit is definitely awkward, but he hasn't walked away from it yet.

He pushes his shovel into the dirt again, straightening when it suddenly hits something solid. Josh doesn't know who's down there - there's no way to know - but he feels a surge of hope anyway. He turns to Ash.]

Hey, we're almost there. A few inches down and we'll have them out.

[cowardley]

[ The moment Josh hits wood, Ash gets a burst of energy, clearly renewed by the suddenly very real progress they've made. She doubles down next to him, shoveling away the dirt as quickly as she possibly can. She hopes beyond hope that it's Chris, or Sam beneath their feet, but even if it's not, they'll have saved someone.

It doesn't take long to finish clearing off the coffin. It's not perfect by any stretch, but it's definitely enough to open the lid up. Ash hesitates, looks to Josh, and then knocks against the lid. ]

U-Uh, Hey. We're going to open up the lid, all right? [ It just feels rude to open it up without any real vocal warning. Also, please don't be a dead person. ]