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chris is gone

[And it's a testament to how close they'd gotten in Hadriel that she noticed so quickly. They shittexted and realtexted regularly, to say nothing of when she crashed with him after the demon thing. They've been through so much shit here. He'd been here longer than her. Now, of her friends from home, she's the veteran here, so to speak.

So here she is, doing her first official duty as such. Or whatever.

Goddamnit, nerdbrain.]

i know he had a lot of friends here. i'm sorry

feelslikeimspilling

[ Will has been fiddling around with the settings on his phone, hoping that he's managed to make it anonymous. It doesn't say it's from his device so hopefully, it doesn't show that it's from his device to those reading. ]

Are there any medics available to do house calls? I know where the clinic is, it's just getting there that might be a problem.

[ He's not been doing so well lately, the fits and seizures have been more violent, as well as the huge amounts of time he can't recall... Not to mention the only doctor that's seen him so far seems to have vanished. Will doesn't trust easily so it's hard for him to admit he might need help.

An after thought pops into his head. Seeing as how his apartment is full of fennec fox and nugs he saved when all those demons apeared... ]

Also, out of curiousity. Do we have any vets here?

sedula

[The Hadriel network isn't exactly Facebook, but it's all Sam's got, so it will have to do.]

#justhadrielthings

How many of you have died here?

How did you deal with it?

Asking for a friend.

hippocratical

[video]
[It's been a little while network, hello. Here's your resident licensed medical professional, looking fairly tidy still if a little shaggier than he's used to. A quiet clearing of his throat, and he begins.]

Ah, hello. This is Dr. Simon Tam, recently of the Hadriel clinic. I know we've had an...eventful past month or so, here in the city, which is why I'm making this broadcast. You all know, or should know, that the clinic staff is here to assist you as best we can with any injuries or illnesses you might face. However, it isn't always feasible for you to come to us, or for us to come to you. The situation may be too urgent, there may be dangers between here and there that can't be avoided. [Like zombies, or fire-breathing dragons.] This is largely part of why we'd like to start offering a rotating course of first aid and medical care courses again, as Doctor Banner has done previously. During these courses, myself, along with he and other trained clinic staff, will teach you the basics you need to survive, if the worst happens. Death may not be an entirely permanent situation here, but that's no reason to seek it out.

If you're interested, please come by the clinic tomorrow for our first course. Basic information, the importance of cleanliness, caring for minor scrapes and cuts, and how to assemble a small home first aid kit. I sincerely hope most of you won't need it.

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[Clinic staff, and those who come by the clinic, may note a small note posted on the wall of the front room. Simon is spending a good portion of the day out there himself with one of his large medical journals, clearly still reading, cross-referencing, and planning. After all, it's not like they get much down time around here.]

meatbrained

( at approximately 7 am, Hadriel Local Time, the residents of ~~Upset Dweeb~~ Until Dawn house may just find themselves woken up by the yelling from Matt and Emily's room.

(sadly, this is not because of good sex. Matt wishes.)

for the fortunate residents of ~~Shitpost~~ Shithole Cavetown that don't overhear this commotion, there's a helpful post a few minutes later.

... is that...?

yep, that's a severed hand on the bed. )

This- um. Does this belong to anyone?

( WHAT ELSE DO YOU SAY ABOUT THIS. )

( Matt has found Rosie's severed hand! Have fun with this. )

hippocratical

[One day in, after conversations with the guard and various others, Simon finally makes his broadcast. The man on screen is well-dressed, despite his collar being unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up to his elbows; his hair is carefully combed back, even if it looks like he did the job with his fingers. He clears his throat, and when he speaks it sounds like he's careful to modulate his voice, that of a doctor giving bad news to a patient. Diagnosis: grim.]

Ah, hello. I'm Dr. Simon Tam, one of the medical professionals at the clinic. In my previous residence, I was a trauma surgeon. I have years of medical training and am here to help in whatever ways I can with the usual injuries one acquires through violence or accident.

As I'm sure you're all aware, Fear--I'm presuming--has brought in a new kind of creature, one that appears to previously have been human. I'm reluctant to use the word 'zombie,' but that will have to do, I suppose. I want you all to know we are working on studying these zombies and trying to find what created them, whether it's a virus or something less mundane. Anyone who has had experience with beings like this in their previous worlds, please reach out to your clinic staff, any information can be helpful.

For those of you who have been wounded by one of these zombies or have had close physical contact, please report to the clinic. We may be able to help you--and if we can't, maybe we can help keep you from hurting anyone else. I'll do my best to make sure it's the former.

thechoiceisyours

[The last few days have been... A little strange. At first no one had thought much of Emily being a little more difficult than usual, and Josh is always a bit unpredictable, but it had quickly grown apparent there was something wrong. By the morning of the 17th it had become clear what.

Chris appears on camera first, looking very forcibly composed. This is not going to be good news, but it has to be said and the sooner the better; he isn't sure exactly what kind of timescale they're looking at, but the quicker everyone knows what they're dealing with hopefully less people will get hurt.]

Okay, so, everyone is probably starting to like... Figure out something weird is going on.

[Something weird. Yeah. That's one way to put it. He glances off-camera a bit nervously, then back.]

It's um... We know what it is. So we're going to tell you what we know, and try to figure out what to do from there.

( Cut for pro wendigo-hunting tips )

lingeringhope

This is exhausting. You are all exhausting, with your constant need for food and water and not dying.

I could use a break. There are too many monsters in the caves, and keeping them in takes more of my power than I'd like. If you'd be so kind as to kill a few for me, I can offer you rewards in return, including some blessings. Besides, I'm sure you have some anger to work out after Fear's ridiculous stunt with the coffins.

And if anyone has any suggestions as to how I could conserve some power, I'd appreciate it. You don't need to eat every day, do you? That seems excessive.

camouflage

Has anyone else experienced death here? Have you had any side-effects? Not sure if I'm supposed to be waiting for the punchline or not. Guess Hope wasn't yanking our chains about revival.

notjustinthemirror

Well this is fucking boring.

If this keeps going I'm willing to take one for the team, fill this coffin with alcohol and set it ablaze. Shoot this shit into the roof of the cave via explosion.

All I ask is you honor my memory by punching Fear in the face.

vendetta

[ It's not as if Miller's pleased that half of Hadriel's captives have apparently been buried alive, but this also grants him an opportunity he'd been craving. It places him back into a position that he's come to miss and yearn for since his arrival here. He can't fight the monsters who come with the newcomers, he can't convince the gods to send them home when they don't even know how the process works, but he can organize people. And this situation, with Hope's set of coordinates? This is his bread and butter.

The broadcast comes from a desk in the main living area of Kaz's apartment. He's propped his phone and adjusted it so that it shows him from the shoulders up. A number of people here already know about his disabilities, but anyone who doesn't should stay that way for now. They might see his missing limbs and his need for a crutch as a weakness, which will make them less likely to listen to him. ]

Fear's really done a number on us this time, hasn't he?

[ He shakes his head, dismayed but not defeated. He assumes it's Fear, anyway. Who else would be behind this? Sitting with his back straight and his beret set in place, Miller takes on the air of command. ]

This we can do something about, though, unlike the blizzard. Anyone who's above ground and willing to help dig someone up, report in. I'll assign you a set of coordinates. Then, report back with whether or not you were successful in digging someone up -- and if so, who it was.

[ That's all simple enough, but Kaz can guess that both those who've been buried and those who haven't are in a panic, and a good leader needs to address something like that. ]

I'm sure that many of you have friends who are in need of your help. [ His brow knits, a quiet show of empathy. ] But right now, we need to focus on getting each and every person dug up, so even if you end up rescuing a stranger, just keep in mind that I'll have probably sent someone else to free your loved one. The important thing is that we make sure each plot is covered so that no one is overlooked.

[ Someone just made a helpful announcement about how awful it would be to suffocate in one of those coffins, after all. ]

For those who are curious, my name is Kazuhira Miller, and I have experience with organizing an army. Getting a few people dug up should be a cakewalk if everyone keeps their calm -- and if enough people want to help.

[ Maybe he's guilting people a little with that last point. It might have to do with the fact that he's self-conscious that he can't contribute to any of the physical requirements of this particular crisis. Then again, that had been the case with taking down Cipher too, and they'd still pulled it off. ]

And if anyone who's trapped is watching this... hang in there. We're on our way.

[ With a firm nod, he ends the feed. ]

lingeringhope

This is idiotic. At this rate half of you will die, and it'll be up to me to fix it again. Here.

[Attached to the message is a file containing the coordinates of each coffin. There are only coordinates, no names attached.]

Before you start yelling, no, I don't know who is who. Don't waste your time arguing with me, I won't respond - I've used up enough power on this and Rage's resurrection already. I need to rest. Go save your friends.

dangerous_dog

Is there a priest?

[Bob Saginowski wonders into the feed for a moment, with a long, self-conscious pause. He waits, then he clarifies.]

I mean to a real faith, to something more than Hope or Fear. Is there any kind of a Christian, or a Catholic, or even a, a Rabbi or Imam?

Back home, there was mass every morning at eight am, where you could go, where you could hear something worth believing in.

I'll be-

[Well. He'll have to decide what he'll do, what he'll be, or whether anyone else is invited. But he won't be praying at these altars.]

lingeringfear

I've been told that if you keep a body cold enough, it will retain its features for years, frozen in time. Can you imagine yourself like that? Your blood and your bone frozen solid, with skin and hair and everything, eyes open and wide and staring sightless into the world. I'd like you to really think about it- dying in the cold, that is. Preserved perfectly forever.

It would be an interesting way to keep you all from complaining, don't you think? A quick snap freeze and you're all immobile. If we're being honest, I think that would probably be the best solution to our interpersonal problems- but I'd want to keep you just barely alive somehow, conscious enough to still feel fear. Frozen and screaming. Take a minute and think about it. I rather like the idea.

...oh, also, Rage apparently won Hope's stupid poll. He's making the preparations to revive her and you should expect her to awaken at the end of the month.

zen_en_vert

My friend has vanished.

[Says Bruce, shortly, into the camera.]

I heard a rumour we were all supposed to come back from the dead here, but he hasn't. Either he's found a way home- and there is a way out of here. [And he didn't come back to tell them, which he doesn't like to think is like Tony, but honestly might be.] Or something killed him and we haven't found the body.

I know we don't know one another well yet, and it'll be hard to guess, but has anyone else noticed disappearances?

I for one am not done trying to break out of here.

camouflage

Not gonna begrudge anyone who wants to pander to over-inflated egos, but while we're stuck here we should be doing something useful to ensure everyone can survive. - first-aid: Do you know it? Do you have a kit prepared for an emergency? Is there anyone here who has ACTUAL medical training? - food & water: What's safe to consume? Has anyone encountered something that made them sick? Have we figured out how to safely use the apartment appliances just in case other people get trapped here? - surroundings: Do we have a map of the area? Has anyone run into any other dangerous places besides the arena? - defense: Are you capable of defending yourself if you're attacked? If not, I can at least help with that. If anyone else has any experience training personnel in combat, you should make yourselves available for people who need help.

lingeringhope

[Hope still hasn't quite grasped human niceties, so he appears on the network suddenly, with no leadup and no greeting. As usual, he looks vaguely stressed and displeased.]

It has become obvious to me that I don't quite know how you creatures work. I need your hope, and unlike Fear I don't intend to bombard you with imagery just in case something sticks. Whether you like me or not, we're working together, in a way - without me, you'd all starve, without you, my power is lessened. I know you all so desperately want to go home, and without more power there's really no chance of that. So I have a proposal.

[He leans in, just a little.]

Bring me things that inspire hope in you. Place them on the altar in my temple over the next week or so, give me some idea of what it will take to draw hope out of you humans. If you can imbue them with more power - inspire hope in others with your ideas, work together, form bonds - that's even better.

As you all seem to enjoy being disagreeable, I do have more incentive then simply helping me out. Whoever brings me the thing that gives me the most power will receive my blessing. It's quite rare and valuable, it will impart to you the the ability to heal others for a certain amount of time. Since you all seem quite squishy and easily injured, I've no doubt that would be useful.

In addition, if I receive enough power, I'll waste some of it on a treat for all of you. So there's plenty of reason to help me out. Get to work.

[And that seems to be that. No farewell here, just Hope shutting the feed off. Feel free to ask him questions, if you'd like. He might even answer.]

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