Event: 4PM-6PM PST run

[hot_mess_express]

Who: unfortunate souls
When: out of time, slotted in with the event but put out of time so people can die/come back easy
Where: places

[ The ground rumbles and shakes - and then opens up. The earth swallows you whole, leaving you in front of . . . blobs . . . Oh they're a little cute, aren't they?

But the world is a bit dark, isn't it? It's a little scary . . . isn't it? ]

Comments

MONSTER REACTION & END

[hot_mess_express]

[ You laugh. Whether sincere or not, you do your best to laugh and laugh, and the blobs start to fade and whither - they start to disappear, waning, just a little bit - and then a little more, before a single exit path is left for you.

You can run - most of you can, anyway. Naan and Jusis, though - they're the holes in your laughter barricade, the chinks in your armor.

The blobs start to recede, looking to flee down further into the tunnels - down and away from the path that's opened up to you. In the process of fleeing, however, Jusis and Naan are taken - it's a lightning quick strike to grab their bodies and re-submerge them into the giant blob as it rushes to flee the scene, before it can melt any further.

You've won, but at a cost. ]

NAAN & JUSIS

[hot_mess_express]

[ You find yourself submerged in the darkness. It's cold and hot all at once, the acid melting through your flesh and bones. You're sinking - you can't hear anything, can't see anything. You're alone. You're alone. . .

You wake up the next day, completely healed. Well, you might be missing clothes, though. ]

Re: NAAN & JUSIS

[saddleclub]

[Well now I'm going to have nightmares about this forever]

Re: MONSTER REACTION & END

[dragonblooming]

[ holy shit ]

Re: MONSTER REACTION & END

[malignstar]

What happened to them?

[voreaciously]

[her laughter does not quite stop even after everything is over and settles but she starts to cough, chokes back a sob and swallows it all before heaving, desperate, agonising, and harsh. Air runs down her throat, brief--too brief--distractions from the pain. Her body is covered in a gelatinous black ichor, dripping in thick, slow streams, like honey. She reeks of blood and other things best left alone.] She is still made of poison...honestly. [Well, she is naked, but tries to craft a bodice made of ice to hide her--Elaine's--modesty but wow it's... cold. She hisses slightly as it touches her skin, and it looks rougher than she'd like, but it will do.] Sir?