[ 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...
she is just. she doesn't really know what to say? she's just looking in shock (as much as she can seem like she's looking, the way she is right now.) whatever counts for hands? trembling. in fact, her entirety is shaking, because she doesn't know what's going on. ]
R-Rita...? Datz...?
[ haha hahahahhahahahahaha oh god she's just slowly crawling out of the elevator. backwards. she doesn't know where she's doing and her body feels so heavy, so full of pain. she's hungry and cold and overwhelmed and hurt. she just. is trying to steady herself as she turns to look at the scene. the blood. the vomit. the fluids. ]
What the fuck... w-what the fuck!
[ she's scared! congrats quynn! christ! i mean she was scared before but now she's terrified actually. ]
[ yeah that about sums it up!!!! he's just recoiling as soon as he looks down at— well, where his human body is supposed to be, and then looking up at the ceiling of the elevator — at the open hatch and greenish trail, and at their reflections, which are now a million times worse to look at than the bloodstained faces they saw looking back at them earlier. ]
I don't... what the hell...
[ how does this make any sense?? maybe it's— they were just falling asleep a minute ago, so maybe they still are? fuck, can he even pinch himself right now????
he's moving out of the elevator after jolyne, surveying the awful scene in front of them and quickly registering how no, actually, everything about this kind of adds up with the scene before this. where each of the bodies are, the vomit, the broken glass... what the fuck.
he's... going to go over to that security room now to see what was really up there on the third floor, perhaps against his better judgment. ]
[ rita opens her eyes and slowly pushes herself up off of the floor. she falters, her wounded arm buckling under the weight, and she has to steady herself before trying again.
then she sees what those arms look like. her body. and two others, here with her.
no. no. no. no!
she gasps and shudders. ]
No... no, no, this can't...
[ somehow, she pulls herself to her feet and stumbles out of the elevator. she wants to get away. from what? she's not sure. all of this. this has to be a bad dream.
slowly dragging her injured leg, rita tries to move past the bodies on the floor, but she can't help but look at them. and at the shattered remains of the jars. what the hell was that... what did she... ]
[Looking at the shattered remains of the jars, Rita sees a mess of eyeballs, tongues, and other smaller organs. Some of them are partially flattened with the clear imprint of a shoe. Seems like they might've gotten stepped on in the scuffle.
Surveying the mess of bodies on the first floor... Well.
A young boy with electrical burns on his face. A stun gun dart pokes out one of his eyes. Blood is smeared all over his mouth. Part of tongue is on the floor right next to him, splatters of blood surrounding it; seems like he might have accidentally bit it off while convulsing, and subsequently bled out.
A young woman littered in cuts, and covered in pieces of glass and viscera. She is absolutely soaked in her own vomit. She was shot right between her eyes.
A friend shaped man. There's a gunshot wound on his stomach. His face has been stomped to hell and back.
Next to him, another man with a massive bruise on his temple. His face has also been stomped to hell and back.
Finally, a one-eyed man... Or, rather, a zero eyed man. The eye socket that isn't covered by the eyepatch has a gaping hole going right through it, courtesy of getting shot in the face.
In the Security Room, Datz sees the following things in the feeds for the third floor—
In room 3-1, behind one of the beds that were concealed by the curtains, is the body of a teenage girl. Her throat has been ripped out by something, or someone, with sharp teeth. The curtain is no longer hiding her corpse, like maybe someone pulled it aside after the last time they checked that room.
Out in the hallway, there are two corpses. A teenage boy with his skull bashed in. A man with a gaping wound on his throat, blood smeared all over his mouth, neck and torso.
Another man sits with his back propped up against the wall with his knees pulled up to his chest. His head is buried between his knees and he's holding onto a set of scrubs while rocking back and forth, trembling. His hands are smeared with blood like, maybe, he tried to assist his friends upon waking up.
[ oh well she's. about to go help rita with her bum leg... but uh. she's now just super fucked up about the friend-shaped man. because like. she can't see the security room feeds haha. she's just staring down at the bodies as she gets to her feet, slowly making her way towards him and just kind of uh.
drops down to just... reach out and touch. haha. this is. fucked up wooooooo. ]
We have to leave. We have to leave, we can't -
[ hahaaaaaaaaaaaa the air leaves her lungs. brb dissociating briefly. ]
[ cool. cool cool cool. the body they stabbed in the throat up on the third floor is, at least, exactly what he was expecting to see and had been considering for a while, which somehow makes him a little more prepared to take in the rest of this... though he's wincing hard at seeing the sole survivor of this bloodbath up there surrounded by his dead friends. damn.
coming back out of the security room, he stops and looks between the lifeless forms of his two teammates from different worlds for a moment.
...in a way, it's almost reassuring seeing dhurke here. even amid all that chaos, he's confident that if this was real, he would have reacted to his own lines being shouted back at him.
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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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hahahahahahaha hahahahhaha
she is just. she doesn't really know what to say? she's just looking in shock (as much as she can seem like she's looking, the way she is right now.) whatever counts for hands? trembling. in fact, her entirety is shaking, because she doesn't know what's going on. ]
R-Rita...? Datz...?
[ haha hahahahhahahahahaha oh god she's just slowly crawling out of the elevator. backwards. she doesn't know where she's doing and her body feels so heavy, so full of pain. she's hungry and cold and overwhelmed and hurt. she just. is trying to steady herself as she turns to look at the scene. the blood. the vomit. the fluids. ]
What the fuck... w-what the fuck!
[ she's scared! congrats quynn! christ! i mean she was scared before but now she's terrified actually. ]
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I don't... what the hell...
[ how does this make any sense?? maybe it's— they were just falling asleep a minute ago, so maybe they still are? fuck, can he even pinch himself right now????
he's moving out of the elevator after jolyne, surveying the awful scene in front of them and quickly registering how no, actually, everything about this kind of adds up with the scene before this. where each of the bodies are, the vomit, the broken glass... what the fuck.
he's... going to go over to that security room now to see what was really up there on the third floor, perhaps against his better judgment. ]
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then she sees what those arms look like. her body. and two others, here with her.
no. no. no. no!
she gasps and shudders. ]
No... no, no, this can't...
[ somehow, she pulls herself to her feet and stumbles out of the elevator. she wants to get away. from what? she's not sure. all of this. this has to be a bad dream.
slowly dragging her injured leg, rita tries to move past the bodies on the floor, but she can't help but look at them. and at the shattered remains of the jars. what the hell was that... what did she... ]
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Surveying the mess of bodies on the first floor... Well.
A young boy with electrical burns on his face. A stun gun dart pokes out one of his eyes. Blood is smeared all over his mouth. Part of tongue is on the floor right next to him, splatters of blood surrounding it; seems like he might have accidentally bit it off while convulsing, and subsequently bled out.
A young woman littered in cuts, and covered in pieces of glass and viscera. She is absolutely soaked in her own vomit. She was shot right between her eyes.
A friend shaped man. There's a gunshot wound on his stomach. His face has been stomped to hell and back.
Next to him, another man with a massive bruise on his temple. His face has also been stomped to hell and back.
Finally, a one-eyed man... Or, rather, a zero eyed man. The eye socket that isn't covered by the eyepatch has a gaping hole going right through it, courtesy of getting shot in the face.
In the Security Room, Datz sees the following things in the feeds for the third floor—
In room 3-1, behind one of the beds that were concealed by the curtains, is the body of a teenage girl. Her throat has been ripped out by something, or someone, with sharp teeth. The curtain is no longer hiding her corpse, like maybe someone pulled it aside after the last time they checked that room.
Out in the hallway, there are two corpses. A teenage boy with his skull bashed in. A man with a gaping wound on his throat, blood smeared all over his mouth, neck and torso.
Another man sits with his back propped up against the wall with his knees pulled up to his chest. His head is buried between his knees and he's holding onto a set of scrubs while rocking back and forth, trembling. His hands are smeared with blood like, maybe, he tried to assist his friends upon waking up.
And that's all, folks.]
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drops down to just... reach out and touch. haha. this is. fucked up wooooooo. ]
We have to leave. We have to leave, we can't -
[ hahaaaaaaaaaaaa the air leaves her lungs. brb dissociating briefly. ]
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coming back out of the security room, he stops and looks between the lifeless forms of his two teammates from different worlds for a moment.
...in a way, it's almost reassuring seeing dhurke here. even amid all that chaos, he's confident that if this was real, he would have reacted to his own lines being shouted back at him.
turning away again, he nods. ]
...Yeah. Let's go. Rita...?
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and then she just stands there, leaning with her one good arm pressed against the wall.
she doesn't move for a while. she doesn't even react when her name is called. ]
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