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snowblindrpg2017-05-23 10:27 pm
warriorscribe) wrote in snowblindrpg2017-05-23 10:27 pm
[network][video] @Enoch; Day 241 [open] [blood and bones and human skin leather, Hell Tower]
[Enoch speaks from behind the camera as it is raised from pointing at his feet, having turned the video function on in some amount of haste. The camera pans over the grisly scene of building 264, and all of its "blood, broken bones, scattered teeth, human skin turned to leather and used to decorate the walls". There are prophet symbols all over the cubicle walls and the walls of the building itself.]
Look at this...what did they do, all in the name of some "prophet" who was only a frightened, blinded girl? [He speaks to someone farther behind the camera:] Quark, perhaps you should go back up to the bridge? This place is... I don't want to subject you to it.
[When Quark has gone, after whatever discussion ensues, he resumes talking to the network.]
The air here... [He swallows heavily.] It's awful, thick and foreboding. Oh, it's like breathing vileness in all over again... I should follow him, get out- no.
[He tucks the tablet into his makeshift belt and goes outside, finding a spot away from the door and beginning to dig in the snow, unslinging his backpack and bringing out a large, flat piece of scrap metal to act as a crude shovel to help.]
I can't leave it like this. This is wrong, to leave these people like this. I can't bury all of it, but-
[He's interrupted as he hits ground beneath the snow. He can't dig through it no matter how hard he tries.]
...That isn't ideal. But it must suffice.
[He returns inside, shuddering as the atmosphere rolls over him, and begins gathering as many remains as he can carry at a time, moving them to the grave he'd just dug in the snow and clearing out snow that had fallen in. He tears a piece of leather off the wall and reveals a prophet symbol, which he pauses at with a wordless noise of surprise.
He comes back to this uncovered eye after finishing his crude grave and the doors have locked for the night. His breathing is heavy from the labor and distress as he removes the camera from his "belt" and switches it to the internal camera to show his face. Despite all the activity, the oppressive atmosphere and gruesome task has him looking sickly pale, the healthy flush draining from his face rapidly.]
I wonder why...what significance did covering these eyes have, and why human skin? Why such a macabre scene? I hope I've brought some comfort to whoever belonged to those remains I buried...they must be suffering in here.
((Anyone else staying the night here is free to come down and drag him upstairs where it's marginally less hellish. Or just announce their presence because he thinks he's alone in here.))
Look at this...what did they do, all in the name of some "prophet" who was only a frightened, blinded girl? [He speaks to someone farther behind the camera:] Quark, perhaps you should go back up to the bridge? This place is... I don't want to subject you to it.
[When Quark has gone, after whatever discussion ensues, he resumes talking to the network.]
The air here... [He swallows heavily.] It's awful, thick and foreboding. Oh, it's like breathing vileness in all over again... I should follow him, get out- no.
[He tucks the tablet into his makeshift belt and goes outside, finding a spot away from the door and beginning to dig in the snow, unslinging his backpack and bringing out a large, flat piece of scrap metal to act as a crude shovel to help.]
I can't leave it like this. This is wrong, to leave these people like this. I can't bury all of it, but-
[He's interrupted as he hits ground beneath the snow. He can't dig through it no matter how hard he tries.]
...That isn't ideal. But it must suffice.
[He returns inside, shuddering as the atmosphere rolls over him, and begins gathering as many remains as he can carry at a time, moving them to the grave he'd just dug in the snow and clearing out snow that had fallen in. He tears a piece of leather off the wall and reveals a prophet symbol, which he pauses at with a wordless noise of surprise.
He comes back to this uncovered eye after finishing his crude grave and the doors have locked for the night. His breathing is heavy from the labor and distress as he removes the camera from his "belt" and switches it to the internal camera to show his face. Despite all the activity, the oppressive atmosphere and gruesome task has him looking sickly pale, the healthy flush draining from his face rapidly.]
I wonder why...what significance did covering these eyes have, and why human skin? Why such a macabre scene? I hope I've brought some comfort to whoever belonged to those remains I buried...they must be suffering in here.
((Anyone else staying the night here is free to come down and drag him upstairs where it's marginally less hellish. Or just announce their presence because he thinks he's alone in here.))
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[He needs to pause for a moment before going on.]
And the supply situation, the food situation - is there still not much to be found?
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[Why such disrespect for the dead? Even those that believed the remaining corpse to be nothing but a discarded shell either buried or burned them! When Alfie speaks again, he nods.]
"Vending machines", as Winter said. There's more than one, but Doctor Watson said the food itself is lacking. As well if multiple people sleep in the stations in succession, the food might run out. Whatever Eve uses to refill the machines, it refuses to do so if one of us is present.
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