cascadingfailure | Yuletide 2

[ Once you enter the Escape Room, a series of messages pops up on your phones: ]

TOTAL⚓DISASTER: Wellll it looks like Naffy's out of commission? It'll take her awhile to reboot with how hard she just got hit by the autocensor!
TOTAL⚓DISASTER: Whatever you did, it really made her mad! Haha!
TOTAL⚓DISASTER: Anyway since I know what's going on now, I'm happy to help! It looks like the nature of the threat is a gang war between an evil thought sealed and another that you all and your fans helped to return to the world of the not-so-living? Wild!
TOTAL⚓DISASTER: In case you didn't get the memo, this means you're going to explore the combination WcDonald's and Damned Queen's Cookies!
TOTAL⚓DISASTER: There you'll find something you're looking for, probably…? But mostly you're looking for a way to contain the outbreaks!
TOTAL⚓DISASTER: And fortunately, we've received a message from a friendly entity known only as "The Borger King", who apparently has a stake in the downfall of Lonard's lost empire…
TOTAL⚓DISASTER: It says:
TOTAL⚓DISASTER: There is a war going on for your mind. Steal their secrets. Create the Ultimate Prankburger. The king awaits. Salvation will come.
TOTAL⚓DISASTER: Wow! It looks like it's time for corporate espionage, or something?
TOTAL⚓DISASTER: Anyway, you get to keep everything you find, unless it's a dolphin! That's mine.
TOTAL⚓DISASTER: Better get going! Charge!!!!!

[ And then everything goes white... ]

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There was a person in the deep fryer.

Edited 2022-02-02 05:09 (UTC)

Dead?

...Undead?

[Shows her]

...tiny.

[Please wait while she is beaten by a ghost]

[Please wait after she is beaten by a ghost]

[Ditto,]

[Just gonna lay here and bleed for a while, it's cool]

[It is not]

[Which is to say, as soon as he's de-henshined, he's coming over to try and help]

Xia...?

[It's a few wet breaths before she even attempts to push up to seated, which is tougher with cracked ribs under all the bruises, whoops. Definitely bones are hurting now]

[Her face is pretty covered in blood, though to be fair some of that had already been there. The crushed remains of her leg though, that's new. She...doesn't spit out blood or flower petals, since that much movement is painful as hell, sorry,]

Ah, jesus.

Are you - ?

Do you want me to, like...?

[She shakes her head...

...Wait. That's just general trembling, as if incredibly cold. It's probably...fine?]

[Seems unfine,]

[He sets a hand on her, gentle, wherever seems least injured]

I'll be real quick, okay?

[And he is - helps himself to that stiletto she told him about, way back when, and uses it just like an epipen, as instructed]

[The spike punctures into her chest with surprisingly little resistance, and for a moment, she jerks, choking--falls back against him]

[And then she heaves in a breath, the bones knitting back together and bruises fading]

Hey... hey. You're okay. I got you.

[Eases the stiletto back out again]

[Hold on, she curls in--just curls forward, hacking and coughing like something or at lot of somethings are caught in her throat]

[A mass of dark purple flower petals are hacked up and spat to her feet, sorry,]

...

[Rubbing her back while she coughs, gentle]

[It's a while, but eventually she sags against him, shivering a little]

...

Sorry... sorry.

How're you feeling?

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