[ somehow, a bullet fired from the gun she just grabbed hits its mark. but seeing as she's basically shooting from the floor, where she threw herself at this weapon, rita can't move out of the way. another bullet tears through her shoulder at a downward angle, forcing her to drop the gun.
it looks like maybe this is it. rita's at her limits. that teen can't be doing much better. datz can't keep fighting forever. and jolyne is...
... back on her feet.
rita can only watch with wide-eyed awe as someone who surely suffered a mortal wound gets back up and starts fighting again. ]
[ hell yeah, datz is thinking with appreciation as the bullet from rita's gun brings down one of the creatures... but then there's another firing back at her, and he winces as he sees it hit out of the corner of his eye. he just tightens his grip on his gun; if she's fighting that hard he's going to do his best to make sure it's not for nothing.
another creature suddenly falls nearby without an attack from either of them, and he glances over to see what happened only to see jolyne risen from the dead with a gun in her hand. holy shit, she's really living up to those initials he's been calling her by.
he's got no time to question it; what's important is that he's not about to let anyone take her down a second time. with his morale significantly boosted by her return and the fact that both of the girls on his team here are such awesome fucking badasses, he fires at the last armed creature. ]
[ the bullets are relentless, but so are they. she does watch rita get hit and will double team the last asshole standing with datz to make sure they go down. gun in hand, she'll open fire at the hips/knee-general area of the creature if there are any bullets left, and if not, well they're just literally getting a gun thrown at their head.
she's had enough of them getting hurt. she wants to run and make sure rita and their teen are okay, but they have to be out of the immediate danger first - and that's these insane creatures that want them dead. we have to have been framed, we can't have done it, this isn't real it can't be real but it feels so fucking real.
so she pushes herself just a little more, just a little bit more.
(and if any of these fuckers who's incapacitated looks like they're calling for back up, she is immediately curb stomping them in the face. no back up. nothing.) ]
[Normally, that first roll would have been for dodging. But, you know, Datz deserves this at this point. With another fucking Nat 20, Datz takes aim at the last armed creature and fires. The bullet goes right through its eye and out the back of its head, splattering chunks of flesh, bone and brains all over (looks at the dice) Jolyne. The bullet hits the wall right behind her, which is thoroughly splattered in blood and gore by this point.
There's no need for Jolyne to yeet her gun at it, since it is far too dead. But she can happily curb stomp the incapacitated creatures in the face when they begin to try and crawl towards their weapons. Her rolls of 7 and 10 are enough to do the job while they are prone. Double tap them to death, babygirl.
The first floor is terribly quiet after the creatures are taken care of. Only the sound of the gang's ragged breathing and the low hum of the air conditioner remains.]
a few moments pass, as it seems to take a little time for that fact to sink in. then, rita suddenly pulls herself up to her feet, uttering a pained gasp when she realizes how much it hurts to put her weight on her leg. everything hurts. they're surrounded by bodies and blood and gore, yet it's hard to feel appropriately horrified by it all. everything around them is already so horrifying.
eyes wide, she looks to jolyne, then datz...
then she turns and half-runs, half-limps back to the elevator. ]
[ damn... they actually did it. unfortunately it's not the time or atmosphere for celebration when they're all shot up and bleeding — though he is going to carefully pull jolyne into a quick little hug first. ]
Holy shit, I dunno how you're back from that, but...
[ it's a miracle and he'll take it.
then he's just running after rita to see what they're dealing with over here. ]
I... have no idea either... fuck... just glad I did...
[ she's just standing there for a minute in the hug because damn everything hurts and her head aches, but she will just lean for a minute before patting him carefully and moving over towards rita and their teen. she's already shredding some of her scrubs already to try and make tourniquets or anything they can do to at least staunch bleeding for now, moving quickly to try and help.
[The teen is laying flat on their face with a not insignificant amount of blood pooling around them. There is a gunshot wound on the side of their head with all that it implies.
But they are twitching. And they blearily turn their head to stare at the group when they head back to the elevator.
Maybe there are proper supplies to deal with everyone's injuries somewhere on this floor. It is a hospital, after all.]
[ the blood drains from rita's face when she sees that head wound. she kneels down beside the teen and tries to brace them so they can turn over and face them. she'd try to lift them, but she doesn't have the strength. maybe the others can. ]
We... we have to go. Come on, let's go.
[ her voice trembles. she knows this is her fault. they could have just escaped in the vents. if rita hadn't said what she did...
they could have gotten away unharmed, and instead they're here, bleeding and twitching, and maybe they shouldn't be moved like this, but they can't stay here... ]
Okay, uh... [ hoo boy. ] Lemme see what I can find. JC, keep an eye out in case anyone else comes in here, yeah?
[ uhhhhh he's just gonna run around this floor quick looking for like? bandages, tourniquets, gauze, antiseptic?? he only knows very basic field medicine help. there's not like some magic hp-restoring flesh pod out of a jrpg down here is there?? ]
[ she's going to help rita with trying to at least get teen not on their face. she'll help turn them over very carefully, though it's probably going to be painful regardless. to get them in a better position for carrying them and getting them the fuck out of this hell hospital. looking to rita, she can hear the trembling in her voice, and tries to keep steady (she just woke up from being shot in the head, but she doesn't care, she can dissociate about it later.) ]
We'll go, we'll go in a sec, Rita, promise... [ softer to their teen. ] Gotta stop the bleeding. I'm sorry, this is gonna smart a little. Just 'til Datz gets back, okay... stay with us.
[ just. putting some scraps over one of the bigger wounds on the teen and using a hand to steady it, she applies pressure carefully. ]
[No magic HP-restoring flesh pods out of an RPG down here. But assuming Datz is looking in both rooms, he will find that both of the doors are unlocked. Room 1-1 is a security room, still as meaty as the rest of the hospital, but with several displays showing each room in the hospital. From the third floor to the first. He may check out the displays if he wishes, now or later. There are some movements on the third floor.
Room 1-2 is an examination room with two beds. He will have a hard time telling the supplies he finds apart when they all look like they are made from body parts, but the fuzzy roll of fungus he finds is similar enough to what was taped to his IV drip when he first woke up.
In the elevator, the teen complains when Rita and Jolyne get them into a better position, but it's less of a protest and more that, you know, everything really hecking hurts.
They grip Jolyne's hand when she applies pressure to their wounds.]
You said... the world looked fleshy to you. Like it's made out of meat. [Quietly.] If you could, would you want to go back to the normal world...?
[ rita looks up from the teen to meet jolyne's eyes. it's hard not to stare at the head wound as she does. the fact that she's still alive is as surreal as everything else here. ]
I mean... yeah, of course. That's why we're getting out of here...
[ okay, well, maybe he'll come back to those monitors in a minute but this teen isn't just going to put their bleeding out on hold while he does that, so. he's gathering up these hideous medical (meatical) supplies and rushing back over. ]
Okay, I... I can't actually tell what these are, they just look like more meat, but I think this is? Stuff?
[ holds up some kind of decayed meat roll looking thing along with some fuzzy fungus, looking kind of desperate ]
[ she will look back at rita and like. try to smile a bit but u know, girl's got twin blood streaks going down the sides of her nose from the wound so. it's probably not great. still, she then looks to the teen gripping her hand and she just nods quietly. ]
... I would. I wanna go back... so bad...
[ when datz returns, she looks hopeful and
also helpless because like no no the meatical supplies. ]
Might be as good as we're gonna get, D... good find...
[ rita looks over at what datz brought over, the uncertainty written plain on her face. she does not want anything like that getting slapped over her open wounds, thanks.
the teen takes her hand, and rita squeezes it, looking back to them with a questioning look. ]
[ good, good. he nods and starts... unfurling the meat... and then kind of awkwardly holds it out toward their head wound like he doesn't know how the fuck to do this if his supplies seem to have a completely different texture and everything from what they have in reality.
that claim makes him pause and blink, though, because... what? how? ]
What d'you mean...? Must be the blood loss... hah...
[ she squeezes her eyes shut for a moment, but it almost feels like she doesn't want to open them. still, she does, shaking her head a bit. she squeezes their hand. ]
[Then, just as Rita and Jolyne begin to have trouble keeping their eyes open, staying upright — the teen squeezes their hands.
And lets go to yank Datz forward when he awkwardly holds the bandages towards their head, clamping down on his wrist with both hands with a surprising amount of strength for someone who got shot in the face.
Like Jolyne and Rita, Datz quickly finds himself struggling to stay awake.]
You can go to sleep now. I'll take care of it.
[It's impossible to keep their eyes open any longer.]
[ he's definitely not expecting a strong grasp like that, and with his other arm near out of commission anyway, he can't do much about it, and the supplies he was holding fall out of hands. ]
What's— [ he pauses and swallows, suddenly hit with a wave of exhaustion. ] What're you... talking about?
[ she just. has no time to say anything really. she kind of just slumps to the side of the meaty elevator, not caring about the gore, as her eyelids are too heavy to keep up. ]
Your brains. I'm going to fix what's keeping you from seeing the world as it really is.
[Perhaps they say something else, but it's impossible to stay awake any longer. The teen's voice sounds like it's a hundred miles away and, the next time Datz blinks, he finds himself passing out along with Jolyne and Rita.
[When they next open their eyes, it is to a completely normal looking elevator that has been shot up to hell and splattered in blood and viscera. The escape hatch on the elevator's ceiling has been pried open, smeared with blood and a thick, olive green substance. The teen is nowhere to be seen.
The thick, coppery scent of blood lingers in the air like a miasma. It is accompanied by an underlying smell of gunpowder and the acrid stench of vomit. The floor feels tacky. They will find that they have to practically unstick themselves from the nearly dried pool of blood beneath their bodies whenever they decide to get up.
Just outside the elevator, they find six corpses. Some human. Some not. But none of them resemble the monstrous creatures they fought earlier.
Rita's mouth tastes like blood and formaldehyde.
When Datz, Jolyne and Rita look around, they will notice that they are not alone in the elevator. In the place of their two companions, they see two completely inhuman creatures.
And that is not all.
There is something terribly, horribly wrong with their own body. Examining themselves, they realize...
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it looks like maybe this is it. rita's at her limits. that teen can't be doing much better. datz can't keep fighting forever. and jolyne is...
... back on her feet.
rita can only watch with wide-eyed awe as someone who surely suffered a mortal wound gets back up and starts fighting again. ]
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another creature suddenly falls nearby without an attack from either of them, and he glances over to see what happened only to see jolyne risen from the dead with a gun in her hand. holy shit, she's really living up to those initials he's been calling her by.
he's got no time to question it; what's important is that he's not about to let anyone take her down a second time. with his morale significantly boosted by her return and the fact that both of the girls on his team here are such awesome fucking badasses, he fires at the last armed creature. ]
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she's had enough of them getting hurt. she wants to run and make sure rita and their teen are okay, but they have to be out of the immediate danger first - and that's these insane creatures that want them dead. we have to have been framed, we can't have done it, this isn't real it can't be real but it feels so fucking real.
so she pushes herself just a little more, just a little bit more.
(and if any of these fuckers who's incapacitated looks like they're calling for back up, she is immediately curb stomping them in the face. no back up. nothing.) ]
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There's no need for Jolyne to yeet her gun at it, since it is far too dead. But she can happily curb stomp the incapacitated creatures in the face when they begin to try and crawl towards their weapons. Her rolls of 7 and 10 are enough to do the job while they are prone. Double tap them to death, babygirl.
The first floor is terribly quiet after the creatures are taken care of. Only the sound of the gang's ragged breathing and the low hum of the air conditioner remains.]
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and they're still alive.
a few moments pass, as it seems to take a little time for that fact to sink in. then, rita suddenly pulls herself up to her feet, uttering a pained gasp when she realizes how much it hurts to put her weight on her leg. everything hurts. they're surrounded by bodies and blood and gore, yet it's hard to feel appropriately horrified by it all. everything around them is already so horrifying.
eyes wide, she looks to jolyne, then datz...
then she turns and half-runs, half-limps back to the elevator. ]
Hey...!
[ how is our teen looking... ]
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Holy shit, I dunno how you're back from that, but...
[ it's a miracle and he'll take it.
then he's just running after rita to see what they're dealing with over here. ]
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[ she's just standing there for a minute in the hug because damn everything hurts and her head aches, but she will just lean for a minute before patting him carefully and moving over towards rita and their teen. she's already shredding some of her scrubs already to try and make tourniquets or anything they can do to at least staunch bleeding for now, moving quickly to try and help.
is our teen conscious at ALL? ]
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But they are twitching. And they blearily turn their head to stare at the group when they head back to the elevator.
Maybe there are proper supplies to deal with everyone's injuries somewhere on this floor. It is a hospital, after all.]
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We... we have to go. Come on, let's go.
[ her voice trembles. she knows this is her fault. they could have just escaped in the vents. if rita hadn't said what she did...
they could have gotten away unharmed, and instead they're here, bleeding and twitching, and maybe they shouldn't be moved like this, but they can't stay here... ]
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[ uhhhhh he's just gonna run around this floor quick looking for like? bandages, tourniquets, gauze, antiseptic?? he only knows very basic field medicine help. there's not like some magic hp-restoring flesh pod out of a jrpg down here is there?? ]
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[ she's going to help rita with trying to at least get teen not on their face. she'll help turn them over very carefully, though it's probably going to be painful regardless. to get them in a better position for carrying them and getting them the fuck out of this hell hospital. looking to rita, she can hear the trembling in her voice, and tries to keep steady (she just woke up from being shot in the head, but she doesn't care, she can dissociate about it later.) ]
We'll go, we'll go in a sec, Rita, promise... [ softer to their teen. ] Gotta stop the bleeding. I'm sorry, this is gonna smart a little. Just 'til Datz gets back, okay... stay with us.
[ just. putting some scraps over one of the bigger wounds on the teen and using a hand to steady it, she applies pressure carefully. ]
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Room 1-2 is an examination room with two beds. He will have a hard time telling the supplies he finds apart when they all look like they are made from body parts, but the fuzzy roll of fungus he finds is similar enough to what was taped to his IV drip when he first woke up.
In the elevator, the teen complains when Rita and Jolyne get them into a better position, but it's less of a protest and more that, you know, everything really hecking hurts.
They grip Jolyne's hand when she applies pressure to their wounds.]
You said... the world looked fleshy to you. Like it's made out of meat. [Quietly.] If you could, would you want to go back to the normal world...?
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I mean... yeah, of course. That's why we're getting out of here...
[ ... right? ]
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Okay, I... I can't actually tell what these are, they just look like more meat, but I think this is? Stuff?
[ holds up some kind of decayed meat roll looking thing along with some fuzzy fungus, looking kind of desperate ]
Are these bandages??
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... I would. I wanna go back... so bad...
[ when datz returns, she looks hopeful and
also helpless because like no no the meatical supplies. ]
Might be as good as we're gonna get, D... good find...
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Mhmm, they're bandages.
[Still holding Jolyne's hand, they tiredly lift their other arm to take Rita's hand.]
I thought you were like me, but... you're not, are you? [They hum.] It's okay. I'll fix it. I can... make things look normal again.
[Jolyne and Rita are starting to feel sleepy.]
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the teen takes her hand, and rita squeezes it, looking back to them with a questioning look. ]
You can... what...?
[ it feels like she's fading. ]
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that claim makes him pause and blink, though, because... what? how? ]
Huh...?
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[ she squeezes her eyes shut for a moment, but it almost feels like she doesn't want to open them. still, she does, shaking her head a bit. she squeezes their hand. ]
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It's okay.
[Then, just as Rita and Jolyne begin to have trouble keeping their eyes open, staying upright — the teen squeezes their hands.
And lets go to yank Datz forward when he awkwardly holds the bandages towards their head, clamping down on his wrist with both hands with a surprising amount of strength for someone who got shot in the face.
Like Jolyne and Rita, Datz quickly finds himself struggling to stay awake.]
You can go to sleep now. I'll take care of it.
[It's impossible to keep their eyes open any longer.]
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[ rita wants to protest, but the words are lost before she can speak them. her eyes close and she slumps over onto the elevator floor. ]
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What's— [ he pauses and swallows, suddenly hit with a wave of exhaustion. ] What're you... talking about?
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[ she just. has no time to say anything really. she kind of just slumps to the side of the meaty elevator, not caring about the gore, as her eyelids are too heavy to keep up. ]
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[Perhaps they say something else, but it's impossible to stay awake any longer. The teen's voice sounds like it's a hundred miles away and, the next time Datz blinks, he finds himself passing out along with Jolyne and Rita.
They do not dream of anything in particular.]
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The thick, coppery scent of blood lingers in the air like a miasma. It is accompanied by an underlying smell of gunpowder and the acrid stench of vomit. The floor feels tacky. They will find that they have to practically unstick themselves from the nearly dried pool of blood beneath their bodies whenever they decide to get up.
Just outside the elevator, they find six corpses. Some human. Some not. But none of them resemble the monstrous creatures they fought earlier.
Rita's mouth tastes like blood and formaldehyde.
When Datz, Jolyne and Rita look around, they will notice that they are not alone in the elevator. In the place of their two companions, they see two completely inhuman creatures.
And that is not all.
There is something terribly, horribly wrong with their own body. Examining themselves, they realize...
They are not human.]
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