superhell | WEEK THREE

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WEEK THREE - MINGLE

Rise and shine, little deadlings. Did you oversleep this morning? Well, that's all right. After all...accidents happen!

Some of you are so touchy, huh? Lighten up a little! Satan's grace has shined upon you and you have more opportunities to show just why you deserve an invite to the house party.

For those of you who slept in the dorm last night, when you make your way downstairs to head off for the day you'll be greeted with a new message on the white board in the common room.

Four Weeks and Four Days Until Satan's House Party!!

The countdown continues...

But out the door you go for another busy week. At the dock, there's a ferry happily floating on the lava and waiting for you to climb aboard. While there are still several islands in your line of vision you can't quite see, it seems as though the ferry can now shuttle you between Gehenna University, Hallow's Hollow, Subnutica, and a new location called Memory Lane. Sounds pretty sweet, doesn't it?

On the bright side, it seems you're no longer lacking things (except for maybe hope. Haha.) Your skills are in tact, your senses are recalibrated, and you remember everything there is to know about yourself and this place you've come to know as home. However...well. Perhaps you'll come to realize that you remember a little too much this week. At any time when you're with another person, you may find yourselves being swallowed up by the ground beneath you and falling straight into a dark and empty room. A huge screen mounted on the wall sits and waits for you to acknowledge it. Even if you don't, it's only a matter of time before one of your memories streams on display. When the show's over, you'll be booted back out to where you began with no rhyme or explanation.

It isn't always a hole in the ground, either. You may be going about, minding your own business, and suddenly that same screen will pop up behind you and begin to play without warning. And the best part? You have no control over what others will see.

It almost seems as though it's simply meant to be an annoyance.

And speaking of annoyances? Don't forget to check out what's new on Bicker. You can always contact each other via public Beeks or by sliding into their DMs.

Likewise, you'll find that your personal demons' accounts are live and active and despite what some of them may say, their DMs are also open.

Enjoy yourselves!

Good morning everybody, and welcome to your week three mingle! A few notes for clarity.

-This week's effect is memshare! You've been waiting for it, it's memory-sharing week finally. You do not have to thread out a memshare for every interaction you have with another person, but you are free to do as many as you like. You may thread one memory per person per thread, or do a back and forth chain amongst yourselves for multiple memories. Memories can be viewed via first person experiencing or via third person viewing, whichever is most fun for you. You can also pick whether you get stuck in a hole with someone until you both share or if the screen appears at the most inconvenient moments around the islands.

-Audiences for the personal demons are now open! Please submit all requests under the correct weekly header.

-Please submit all PC submissions under the correct weekly header.

-The Bicker poll is public! All replies will be public, and players may also post their own Beeks in their toplevels that will be considered public. You are free to reply directly to the appropriate toplevels, or you may create Beeks in your own toplevels with other prompts. Be free.

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[ it’s thursday again, you know what that means.

the fog is heavy today on memory island, but somewhere out in the distance there is an ominous wail. it sounds as though it's growing closer, and soon it's joined by the flash of lights in the distance, barely visible.

suddenly, from the fog comes a brightly colored ferry, screaming towards the shore. its siren and emergency lights are blaring and it is making directly towards the hospital as quickly as it can propel itself. as it breaks through the fog, you can see that the ferry is made of candy, and printed on the side is the word BANANAMBULANCE.

oh no! which of your friends are in horrible peril? do you think they’ll make it to the hospital in time?

probably not, since the ferry runs aground on the shore about twenty feet away. ]

[ emerging from the bananambulance first, it's............. mephisto, or mr. faust, or whoever the fuck this is!

his usually nice white clothes are bloody, torn, and singed to... well, hell. there are burns and bruises visible on his face and neck, and a bite-shaped chunk out of the tip of one of his pointy ears. if you look at his back quick enough before he readjusts his clothes, you might see what looks like— whoops, nope, too slow!

most importantly, his big swirly ahoge apparently, like, exploded at some point, and now looks like a poodle tail or a tiny yellow truffula tree.

he looks extremely Done with absolutely everything. ]

[ there's the sweet pitter patter of tiny feet coming down the ferry, hurried, and it's almost a mystery in the fog what the source is...

until a familiar robot, dressed cutely, comes toddling down to step on solid ground. in his hands, yoru is holding a medkit - it's almost as big as him? but he is gamely carrying it - but he looks like he's been a little through it.

he's not fucked up, at least! but he could do with some cleaning, probably, considering the scuffs and dark marks on his white metal. some buffing out of scratches and scrapes. all superficial.

that doesn't change the fact that he looks very distressed and maybe a little traumatized. but he's fine! ] Aaaa...

[... but the bananambulance hasn't left yet, as a straggler emerges.

it's chandra, who is looking annoyed! aka life as usual. so he's clearly fine. like, there are light acid burns on his face, his clothes have too many cuts to count at a glance, there are various areas soaked in blood and also leaving a trail of blood on the ground as he moves, and he's also kind of crispy all over, but other than that he's fine! he doesn't look like he's in massive pain, which is all that matters.

one of his arms has bandages that were presumably once wrapped around it, though now ripped through and unravelled. underneath is pretty clearly Bad. also, bleeding. still, it's not stopping him from putting it to work alongside his other hand, though, as he apparently tries to pull someone else out with him...?

at least it explains what's taking so long compared to mephisto and sweet yoru.]

Edited 2023-03-03 00:32 (UTC)

[the person chandra is pulling out of the bananambulance is out cold.

literally.

harrowhark is immediately recognizable by her dark clothing and her ominous bone jewelry, though her face makeup has for the most part been washed away, leaving only damp smudges of paint. her skin has a concerning pallor; she looks paler than usual and there’s a blue tinge to it. the clothing around her arms and torso has been partially torn; you can see shreds of dark-colored, damp fabric hanging off her thin frame, and skin, blood, and some bone peaking through the tatters of her left sleeve. her hair, which somehow seems longer than it was when they left, is hanging limp and frozen.

most obviously and most concerningly, her entire body head to toe is covered in a layer of frost. it clings to her clothing, her skin, is streaked through her hair, and is stained with red in the places where it has frozen over open wounds. she looks like someone who has been through a blizzard or was buried under deep snow, and she isn’t moving.]

[ ope, and there's one last person coming in from the fucked up candy ferry.

kon hobbles out behind harrow and chandra, sort of close, like he's keeping watch from behind to make sure that they're both good getting out.

but, also, a little bit because he - looks a little unsteady? that might be the blood loss talking at the moment. considering he has various cuts, bloodstains, bruises, burns - both fire and... acid, it looks like - fucked up clothes, and, you know.

an entire missing right arm. all the way up to the shoulder.

except that it's not completely missing? it's sluggishly oozing blood down the very blatant, human bones that are hanging out of the destroyed sleeve of his hoodie. bone arm! there is not an inch of flesh on that thing, from fingertip to shoulder socket.

when he sees that they're back, he drops down to just. sit on the goddamn ground. right there. while the bananambulance fucks back off into the fog. yoru goes running to him with so many tears in his little robot eyes. ]

[ is anyone else seeing this ]

[ no, he's blind ]

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