an admirable history

There is a noise like broken glass as the giant shadowy snake wavers in place, then falls over, hitting the roof so hard that dust billows up on on various levels of existence, making the whole building shake. You begin to see more people all around you—flickering, as if the layers are merging into one, the separations between them vanishing.

Superimposed over the snake's fading body—yes, there is, in fact, a giant shadow snake, visible to everyone now, even those who had just been fighting Mithos—is a man in a labcoat bending over on his knees, shuddering and grasping at the ground.

"Sssssss . . . thissssss . . ."

He jerks abruptly, then sags a little more, as if losing energy, trying to force his eyes to stay open, but . . .

The world seems to invert, turning itself inside out—there is a dragging pressure, then a flickering light. All the while, you hear a screeching, dissonant roar—

You're no longer in the basement. You're on the roof of a building, stars twinkling overhead. Ahead of you, you see a . . . giant birdcage . . . in which Lucia Bellcourt sits, cursing a blue streak. And standing between you and it is . . .

Mithos . . . Yggdrasil . . .?

You don't know how long it's been since you've been here, but it's dark, and warm, and there is someone here. Where are you, though? Maybe it's in you instead of you being it. There's a voice though.

Hello, Mithosssss.

David is trying the buttons on the elevator. "Can you guys go up this way?" he asks. "There's something weird about it. But if you've got friends here in the hospital still, we'd better get everyone together to figure out what to do . . ."

His voice tunes in and out, like coming from the inside of something deep and metallic, and the edges of his silhouette are creeping darkness—he never seems to look directly at your face when he's talking to you, either.

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 return to the basement . . . probably. There is still a poll to fill out, and a night to live through.

When everyone is downstairs, the lights on the elevator turn off, and the doors slam shut. It seems a little darker and colder down here than it was before.

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 2 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.

When you return to the basement, there is . . . a lot more light! You can control this using a panel near the exit door. And also some big piles of blankets and pillows haphazardly tossed here and there. Awww, it's comfy and almost like home.

There is also a flickering television set on a table near the metal grate, with a display:

[Poll #1775354]

Right then, thissss is pretty sssimple, right? The four that found the box are already guaranteed what'ssss insssside. The resssst of you have until the morning to decide who getsss the rest. You have three votesss each, and if you try to even it out, refrain from voting, or sssacrifice yourssself, I will torture innocentssss and posssibly kittenssss.

That wasss pretty blunt, right? Don't be sssstupid. Alsssso sleep well!

[OOC: Please vote before 4PM PST tomorrow! You have three votes. You can continue playing overnight, but you are trapped in the basement and attempts to explore anything new and/or talk to the voice will not work. The box has fourteen syringes in it: these cannot be destroyed by any means, or administered at the current time. We will occasionally check back in with updates on how your characters are feeling, etc—you can mingle as much as you want but you will not actually miss anything major and are only expected to be around during the game slot. ♥]

Please comment with the character journal you will be using for the game, as well as your character's name please! ♥

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