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
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► Please remember to report any deaths to the Death page!

Comments

[werewolfing]

[now bruce has his full attention. peter practically perks up like a dog, even as his hands go into the water he has his own theories about the gods, but more information is always, always better..]

Oh? What truth is that?

[zen_en_vert]

They're in control. It's fashionable to think of them as liars, or incompetents, and to a degree- that's true. They don't have the environment handled, and they aren't worthy of respect, exactly, but they are stronger than we are by orders of magnitude that at truly frightening. And I say this as a man who once defeated a god.

[werewolfing]

[just as suddenly, he relaxes, nodding.]

...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.

[and he says that as a guy whose swadisthana balls are in tune with the universe.]

[zen_en_vert]

It's complicated. People neither want to fear them, nor respect them- so they dismiss them, which is a mistake.

[Says Bruce, gently, moving to offer him soap.]

You should do as much of this washing as you can.

[werewolfing]

Something like that. Except we're all getting played pretty good in the meantime, so I don't really get that. This whole thing--it's a perfect meal for all three of them, and nobody seems to see it.

[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.]

[zen_en_vert]

I haven't worked out how to thwart them, either. You can't not play along, not when Fear pulls things like this.

[He says, watching him with a wince, moving to get him a cup of tea.]

[werewolfing]

Feed 'em or don't, I guess. I'm not sure which would suck less. Don't give Fear all the credit, though, the others have to be profiting from this too, no matter what they act like.

[zen_en_vert]

I'm old fashioned. I don't hold Hope's as much against him.

[He admits, with a shrug.]

Too much Frank Herbert as a kid.

[werewolfing]

He's the one feeding us, right? I guess he can have marginal forgiveness. But nobody should be pretending he's not feeding off us right this minute, either. Fear's catching the blame, which he's probably cool with, since it makes people afraid of him, but Rage and Hope are having their snacks too.

[zen_en_vert]

You're not wrong.

[He agrees, with a soft breath.]

You're not wrong. How are your hands feeling?

[Redirecting himself to the concrete before he can begin to get angry.]

[werewolfing]

[as though he senses...something, peter goes along with the change in subject as though the previous one had never come up.]

They hurt like a bitch, but I was kinda expecting that. Is it better to leave the popped ones on or cut them off? I mean, not like there aren't other blisters underneath.

[zen_en_vert]

Usually, you wouldn't, but the exception to that is when the skin is very dirty, which-

[Well. Even after this, Bruce looks his hands over, and winces.]

I'm going to leave it for now. We'll apply a disinfectant and bandage you up for the time being, since basically everything here is going to get worse this afternoon. Then you can come back, we can clean you again and do it all in one go, rather than having to cut one now and recut it later.

I'm also ging to give you some advil. I don't medically recommend using it to do physical labour- it could make you worse in the long run, you're more likely to push yourself until you're sore afterwards.

[But, the situation being what it is.]

[werewolfing]

All right. You're the doc.

[peter watches bruce, lets him do his work with a minimum of wincing or flinching. he watches bruce pretty closely, actually, although more the man himself than what his hands are doing. the sort of people he can't identify are becoming more common everyday, it seems, and he can't exactly just ask.]

It's fine. We'll all be sore afterwards anyway. I think that's part of the deal.

[zen_en_vert]

That part feels a little unavoidable, hey?

[Agreeing, as he gets the bandaids carefull placed to be as much help as possible, working quickly, seriously.]

[werewolfing]

Yep. But I'll take this over that.

[he tilts his head down at the ground.]

[zen_en_vert]

Come back after the excitement is over, I'll give you a full tour of the clinic. This is its' first actual test in a crisis.

[werewolfing]

[peter looks around and gives a considering nod.]

Not a bad idea. Seems like I might be needing some basic first aid.

[zen_en_vert]

I was thinking of starting up generalized classes.

[He agrees, with a nod.]

Teach everyone at least the basics. I did a small lecture on the network on disinfecting wounds, back before we'd been able to scavenge antibiotics, but we could use something more formalized.