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

[unitas]

[ Sharon listens, her eyes closed tight so she can't see the darkness around her. His voice is warm, and kind; strong, even trapped. She finds herself lost in the chant, not so much in the words themselves, but just the sound of it.

When he finishes, she finds herself a little disappointed it had to end. ]

Thank you. [ She whispers it, a genuine gratefulness behind her words. ] It... It kind of reminded me of the things my mother would sing to me when I was little. [ Both Dahlia, and Rose would sing to her, though the hymns they sang were different the sound was similar. ]

I wish I had something I could offer in return. [ Something that could help him like his voice helped her. ]

[smited]

It's alright that you don't. [ and he means it, bleeding heart that he is. ] It's enough that it helped you.

[ helping others, protecting others... that has always been his calling in life. the fact that he can still do that when facing something that frightens him so? that's more reassuring than any song or prayer sharon could offer in return. ]