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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.
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!
Bruce Banner: Open.
Bruce helps with the digging the first half of the first day. He has a strong back and strong arms and he puts both into the work, clearing dirt away as fast as he can from one body, then helping with another until someone else can come in and take the spade over from him.
He helps coordinate where he can, but by the end of that first day slips away to go back to the clinic, where he works through the night.
Clinic
He has been preparing for incoming casualties. There are many beds, now, and a roomful of palettes on the floor. There's water and towels and constant tea on the stove, and a huge pot of broth as well, to get people eased into eating and drinking again- he's anticipating hunger and dehydration becoming problems as time stretches on.
He has clean clothes stacked by the door- many of the people by the second day will begin coming in stained with urine, and worse. He has gauze and ointment, for nails torn from their beds, and salve for bruises and sore muscles.
He has dark circles under his eyes, but that's an entirely unrelated issue. That second morning, he puts the word out on the network about the preparations, and lies down on one of the cots himself for a precious half hour or so of rest before the casualties start coming in.
clinic
Hey, you the doctor?
[that suspicion is there in his voice, too, but under that brittle bitterness there's something soothing about the timbre of it.]
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How can I help?
[They can have that conversation later. For now, he dusts off his hands, before moving to the sink to wash them for the hundredth time this day. There are no gloves, so-]
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I'd just like these cleaned up some and wrapped real good before I wreck 'em again. Thought you might have something better to wrap with than t-shirt or gauze.
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[While he fills a bowl up with warm water, and goes to find a clean cloth.]
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How long have you been here?
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[He thinks back, ends up shrugging, coming to him, helping to roll Peter's sleeves up.]
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[for all his wariness, peter is cooperative. it's difficult to trust adults, especially ones in positions of authority, but bruce seems calm, straightforward, and generally not like he's judging peter. being relatively softspoken doesn't hurt either.]
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[Setting the water bowl down, to guide his hands gently into it.]
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Oh? What truth is that?
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...oh, okay, you're actually one of the clever ones. People keep treating them like...people. And since they bitch and moan and squabble all the time I guess they're not not people, but they're still...bigger than we are, I guess.
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[Says Bruce, gently, moving to offer him soap.]
You should do as much of this washing as you can.
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[peter washes his hands as instructed, wincing a little as the loose skin moves and the soap stings, but not particularly babying himself. kid isn't afraid of some discomfort, at least.]
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[He says, watching him with a wince, moving to get him a cup of tea.]
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Clinic
His eyes linger briefly on the stove where he can smell- was that soup?- before they wander off. Eventually, they land on Bruce and he naturally tenses.
"Are you okay?" he asks hesitantly, not certain as to whether or not this guy had been someone who had been buried or digging. He doesn't automatically figure that this must be the doctor. Not when he's laying down looking so shuck tired.
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He promises him, taking his glasses off to polish, as he pulls up to his feet. It's just;
"Having a long day, like the rest of us. Two days, day and a night. Are you hurt, Newt?" This Newt is not that Newt, but he hasn't filtered in the news of the young man's departure, exactly- or yet met a duplicate, more to the point, so the name slips out easily, or unconcernedly. "Were you digging, or-?"
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Then it feels a bit like a bucket of ice water has been dumped over his head. His body goes rigid and his hand idly wanders down to the knife he has resting at his hip. If there is anything he has learned to be wary about, it would be adults who already knew his name.
"Who the hell are you?" he asks and his voice is not at all kind. Since his arrival, he hasn't met anyone else who knew his name. It raises every red flag he has and he looks over his shoulder, paranoia beginning to creep up in the back of his mind.
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He says, pausing in surprise.
"Bruce Banner. We met our first week here?"
Months and months ago, though he doesn't specify that.
"I'm sorry, it was sort of- in the fray. Maybe-"
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He continues to stare at Bruce in a hard, analytical sort of way. Like he was attempting to remember but absolutely nothing was coming to mind. Newt was good with faces, great even. He felt oddly hot, his fingers itching to grab onto something.
But then again, after everything he's been through....Was it possible that he'd been here before? Had he undergone another memory wipe? Because now that he was looking at Bruce, really looking at him, the guy seemed sincerely convinced they knew each other. Not like he was trying to do something underhanded. Newt bit at the inside of his lip, swinging from wary to unsettled in a matter of seconds.
"-What do you know about me exactly? How'd we meet?"
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He says, seriously.
"Right after food started turning up."
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Four months ago. It didn't add up. Four months ago he had been in the Maze. Four months ago had been-. He stops his train of thought and steadies himself.
"I've only been here for about a week. I don't...." He shakes his head and he's no longer reaching for his knife but his hands are twitching a little bit. "That's not right."
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Says Bruce, seriously, meeting his eyes.
"But we've got casualties incoming. Can we-?"
Shelve it, maybe.
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He shakes his head, waving a hand idly through the air before curtly turning about on his heel.
"Sure, fine."
He's about to leave because frankly, this situation is far too uncomfortable to deal with. Only Newt is never so selfish and so half way to the door he forces himself to stop and turn, looking back at Bruce. This is a clinic, after all.
"Do you....need help?"
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"If you still have any strength in you, head out there and keep digging. If your shoulders and back go out, help guide the buried back here- and come back for medication for the pain. But right now our focus needs to be on getting people out of the ground."
But he may see him later.