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sticksandbones2023-09-01 11:03 am
EVENT 004
It’s a calm, misty morning. The sun is peaking over the treetops, and the air is chilled, almost like the onset of fall. How long have you been here, now? Days? Weeks? Months? Everything blurs together. But so you persist… just. Not quite yet. The day’s only just waking up and so are you! Whether you like it or not. You see, as you slept, something has crept its way into your room, and as the sun peaks through windows and closed blinds, it’s finally grabbing you and pulling.
As you meet your rude awakening, the intruder is clear to see. Or rather, it’s incredibly unclear. Mist and fog and sickly-looking vines wrap around your legs and up your body as it drags you to the woods, and attacks of all sorts slide off like water on glass. There is no escape. It’s time to play, and the air is unusually, painfully hot.
The fog of the forest grows dark and heavy as you’re pulled along against your will, and as you go something seems… different. Maybe your body seems lighter and off balanced. Maybe certain features are no longer tickling your skin. Maybe the connection to the world around you has been brutally severed — all that can be said is that as you’re eventually spat out to a metal platform, you feel incomplete somehow. Magic doesn’t come when you call. Gear doesn’t activate properly. Whatever happened, you’re a completely ordinary human, and it stings.
You and your fellow denizens of the Grove stand on a seeringly hot metal platform, and the air burns your lungs. Ash and soot float through the air, singeing wherever it lands for a split second. Towering up before you is a volcano that has no right being here — but it is. Platforms and smaller spires and rocks litter your surroundings, and scorch marks are everywhere.
The only consolation is that whatever is about to happen, you at least aren’t doing this in your pyjamas.
Eventually, as sweat builds up and the wind only burns further, a too-familiar childish voice rings out: "It’s playtime! If you win, I’ll show you something REALLY cool. …Oh, but surely I don’t have to explain ‘The Floor is Lava’, right?"
It goes silent, and there’s a loud metal grind of something. The lava beneath the platform begins to rise, and so does the hateful heat.
At least there are multiple ways out. You can attempt to hop across crumbling platforms, mysteriously and magically floating overhead — though they might break after a few footsteps. You can try climbing the burning-hot, stony surface of the surrounding cliffsides, where flows of magma get a bit too close for comfort. You can take the safer-but-risky way of running through the game area’s many mazelike paths, cut into and through the cliffs, but be careful; should the magma rise too high, those pathways will be flooded. No matter what you choose, the goal is to get to the top, out of the volcanic arena and to a designated “safe zone" waiting on an overhang at the volcano's lip. Up there, an invisible barrier prevents victors from climbing back down into the game zone, and up there is where you will wait with your fellow victors if you succeed. It’s air-conditioned, as if you’re still not trapped within a volcano.
As the first of you reaches the top of the rise, a victory fanfare plays from somewhere, but the lava begins to rise faster. Faster and faster, for each person who succeeds — or dies a horrible, fiery death. You’d better hope your success doesn’t come at the cost of someone else’s life.
As soon as there are no players remaining in the game, another chime plays from a still-mysterious location. After a cheerful voice congratulates you on your victory, the fog encircles you again, as it had done earlier in the day. When you next blink, you’re back in the Grove, standing exactly where you were when you were first taken.
Those of you who died, however, will wake up the following morning in your usual sleeping quarters, be it in your bed or outside in the forest. The good news is, you’re hale and healthy despite everything. A voice whispers to you as soon as you reawaken: "Better luck next time!"
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[HEY?!
Gnosis is not a short man. He's 6'2" of feathers and nerd, and probably weighs as much as a feather, but still. He dangles awkwardly over Irene's shoulder due to the height difference, though he at least has the good sense not to protest.
The last time he was picked up like this was probably when he hadn't slept for a week and the Doctor sent Matterhorn after him to scrangle him out of the lab.]
I'm more than capable of walking on my own.
[bro you nearly died, no ur not]
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[ To make a point, and also to make sure she has plenty of room for error, she hoists him up with her as she finds the nearest platform she can use to ascend easier and with a very graceful jump - and a less graceful skid - she lands, letting out a heavy exhale as she rights herself and pulls him along again. ]
You're the type to stay inside whenever you can, while I'm the type to face the storm head-on. I believe my qualifications will easily tower you in this aspect here. And do not mistake this for gloating. I simply just want us both safe in the easiest way I know how.
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I much prefer the comfort of the lab to strenuous physical activity, yes. [You are from! Kjerag!!!! All you people do is hike!!!!!!] I am aware that I am not the most physically capable operator under Rhodes Island's employ, so even if you were being a braggart, it would be justified.
[He's just... watching the path behind them crumble away slowly... fuck this place honestly.]
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And there's no better way to focus than insulting your friends. ]
In that case, it's true, you could stand to gain a bit more muscle. Your arms are like twigs and you're so light a baby could bench press you.
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All things I've heard before. [He's not insulted, he's just tired. And hot.] Matterhorn once worried over the state of my eating habits similarly, and I found myself in front of a veritable feast when I next left the lab.
[Luckily, it wasn't all for him, but he was banned from going back in until he proved to everyone he was eating.]
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Fuck.
She adjusts Gnosis, and merely gives a simple "hold on" as a warning before she's sprinting across the questionable platforms. How she's able to gracefully land on the most stable spots each time is a mystery, truly.
She manages to get some distance between them and the molten rock, but it's not long that Irene finds between running and carrying a whole other person is leaving her struggling to get the necessary breath... ]
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...
Luckily they don't. Luckily they make it, but at that point, the laboured breaths are not lost on him. He huffs out a sigh and wiggles, not to get free but rather to signal to her that he'd like to get free.]
Irene, I don't require being carried past this point. I would rather you conserve your stamina as much as you can, considering the dire straits we've found ourselves in.
[The lava sure is rising faster, huh.]