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[Day 3] Death
You have, undeniably, just died. It was an incredibly unpleasant experience that still lingers with you, though slowly physical sensations of that intensity are fading away.
You find yourself . . . still in the hospital basement, but things are different. You can see the party going around their business (as in the Day 3 posts) but they are transparent and seem to be incapable of either seeing or hearing you. You cannot seem to get their attention. Your fingers pass through objects if you try to touch them.
As well, from here, the basement looks . . . very different. The ground underfoot writhes with a pulsing black mass which oozes around and gathers under the feet of the living, though they don't seem to notice it. The morgue wall is bleeding, blood pouring out through the closed cabinets as if they're overflowing. The reflective wall is glowing a little in a way that hurts to look at; if you look at the speaker-grate, the holes have been replaced with thin metal needles.
It is a little hard to see for some reason, blurry after images remaining when you look away.
The doors all seem open from your view. You can't see an elevator inside the shaft, though.
You all more or less look normal to yourselves except, strangely, bands of black fog lingering around your throat and wrists.
You find yourself . . . still in the hospital basement, but things are different. You can see the party going around their business (as in the Day 3 posts) but they are transparent and seem to be incapable of either seeing or hearing you. You cannot seem to get their attention. Your fingers pass through objects if you try to touch them.
As well, from here, the basement looks . . . very different. The ground underfoot writhes with a pulsing black mass which oozes around and gathers under the feet of the living, though they don't seem to notice it. The morgue wall is bleeding, blood pouring out through the closed cabinets as if they're overflowing. The reflective wall is glowing a little in a way that hurts to look at; if you look at the speaker-grate, the holes have been replaced with thin metal needles.
It is a little hard to see for some reason, blurry after images remaining when you look away.
The doors all seem open from your view. You can't see an elevator inside the shaft, though.
You all more or less look normal to yourselves except, strangely, bands of black fog lingering around your throat and wrists.