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[network and log options] My charade is the event of the season
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Day 383 | @curiouschloride | text | My charade is the event of the season [open]
You are invited to
Mother Serpent's Winter BBQ!!
Moldy bunkers got you down? All work and no play in a shitty snowy hellscape? Join me outside the bunker tomorrow, day 384, for a day of food around the fire. Too busy exploring the bunker's glowing depths (please don't die doing that)? I'll bring food inside at the end of the day and it will be delicious but stone cold and that is your own damn fault.
Be there or be square.
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Characters: Tess and bunkerfolks
Location: Outdoors, near the bunker entrance
Date: 383 (day and evening); 384 (daytime)
Summary: It's a cookout!
Warnings: None at present
[Day 383]
[Tess shows up at the bunker on the evening of day 383, where she stops by each of the safe rooms to spread the word. She literally goes around each room to ask people:]
Hey, did you see my thing? I'm going to make food tomorrow and you should eat it.
[Day 384]
[It's still too fucking cold outside and the sky has been spitting light snow on and off all day. It's warmer by the fire, though. The snow around the flames is slushy and there's an unfortunate lack of places to sit, but at least the air is somewhat warmer than the surrounding area. Tess's supplies are piled up nearby on top of a spare coat that will need drying out later, including a postal carrier's bag with a moderately grumpy feathered snake curled up inside.
Early in the day, the flames are high and there are few signs of any cooking happening as Tess tends the fire, looking a little bored. Later, when it burns down to coals, she gets to work wrapping the ingredients she'd cut up in the bunker the night before in packets of aluminum foil that she tucks among the coals. There's a large, abused-looking cooking pot planted in there as well, more foil over its top in place of a lid. It smells like fruit. The packets smell mostly like beef, potatoes, and bacon.]
Day 383 | @curiouschloride | text | My charade is the event of the season [open]
Mother Serpent's Winter BBQ!!
Moldy bunkers got you down? All work and no play in a shitty snowy hellscape? Join me outside the bunker tomorrow, day 384, for a day of food around the fire. Too busy exploring the bunker's glowing depths (please don't die doing that)? I'll bring food inside at the end of the day and it will be delicious but stone cold and that is your own damn fault.
Be there or be square.
Log Options:
Characters: Tess and bunkerfolks
Location: Outdoors, near the bunker entrance
Date: 383 (day and evening); 384 (daytime)
Summary: It's a cookout!
Warnings: None at present
[Day 383]
[Tess shows up at the bunker on the evening of day 383, where she stops by each of the safe rooms to spread the word. She literally goes around each room to ask people:]
Hey, did you see my thing? I'm going to make food tomorrow and you should eat it.
[Day 384]
[It's still too fucking cold outside and the sky has been spitting light snow on and off all day. It's warmer by the fire, though. The snow around the flames is slushy and there's an unfortunate lack of places to sit, but at least the air is somewhat warmer than the surrounding area. Tess's supplies are piled up nearby on top of a spare coat that will need drying out later, including a postal carrier's bag with a moderately grumpy feathered snake curled up inside.
Early in the day, the flames are high and there are few signs of any cooking happening as Tess tends the fire, looking a little bored. Later, when it burns down to coals, she gets to work wrapping the ingredients she'd cut up in the bunker the night before in packets of aluminum foil that she tucks among the coals. There's a large, abused-looking cooking pot planted in there as well, more foil over its top in place of a lid. It smells like fruit. The packets smell mostly like beef, potatoes, and bacon.]
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Meanwhile, Tess is going to try to draw the attention of all four of the anomalies following her and Gamora so Gamora can get free of them. The idea is to get the four clumped together, then have Tess come close enough to taunt any that look like they're going to follow Gamora so they'll follow her instead, hopefully staying far enough away not to pass out during any of this.
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The one who actually caught him drags him out to the main hallway. It can't get out, though, so now it's just dragging him around, unconscious, unable to get anywhere. The other one loses interest in Peter and leaves the room. There are now five anomalies interested in Tess and Gamora, crawling toward them with slow, inevitable persistence.]
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Once he sees the situation, he's going to try and hit the anomaly that's dragging Peter- if he can reach it. If not, he'll try to help distract the others away from Gamora, as well, and try to make sure Tess doesn't get hit. ]
Decided to bring the party inside, huh?
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[This snapped at Gabriel in a desperate tone of voice that implies that no, really, her hands were tied, she was metaphysically bound to do this.
That's all, though; she's leaving Gabriel and Gamora to pry Peter from the jaws of death while she leads the other five anomalies back toward the front door. Gonna get these fuckers out of here! She keeps close enough to maintain their attention throughout this effort.]
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[ He's not happy about it, but it's what he can tell probably has to happen.
Gabriel backs up, rubbing blood off his nose, and gives his brain a moment to rest before charging back in and trying to hit the anomaly off Peter again, using the baseball bat. It almost certainly doesn't work, and he'll give up after that. ]
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[This shouted from the far end as Tess keeps luring them all out the door. Her plan is to get all the anomalies outside, then loop around behind them and grab Peter's feet for a game of tug of war against the anomaly.]
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Tess is risking hers to get the anomalies far enough away that a rescue attempt can be made for Peter. Gamora hates that she is fine with this. As fine as she’s been with anything for a long time.
She’s trying not to draw attention to herself, silent and waiting. That doesn’t mean it’s going to work, but she’s trying. She holds out two fingers and circles them to encompass the anomalies, then flip them toward the exit. Can Tess get them away? Can she get them far enough away that Gamora can start in and make a grab for Peter? They probably don’t have much time, and they very likely only have one shot at this.
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(OOC: Submitted an obit!)
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So she acts on her horribly stupid idea, and she runs in and swings the only thing she has with any range - her bag - at the anomaly. Specifically at the place where it's got hold of Peter. She holds tight to the strap, swings it in an overhead arc, and brings it down with as much force as she can muster.
[[OOC: Which means it's probably curtains for both of them.]]
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The others, meanwhile, close in on Gamora. If someone else is close enough, they might be able to yank her away, but they'd have to be fast.]
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What I'm saying is she gonna die, too.]
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It still feels bad as he backs off towards Room 26, hopefully giving himself an avenue of escape if he needs it. They'd better revive. ]
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The remaining anomalies linger around the outside of the bunker entrance for the rest of the day, but wander off eventually.]