#Event: In and Out

[tempest-toss]

Weed Killin'

Quill made their way to the chem lab. While it might be more fun to use a weed whacker, there were undoubtedly many threats laying in a garden. After all this place is owned by some dude who can like, talk to plants and shit. That's already a red flag!

The chemical laboratory was very sterile in design. Silver, grey, and white colors with blindingly bright lights. The design was very much a standard college lab, with several tables spread about lined with microscopes, vials, and safety goggles. Quill made their way to the back that held all the chemical cabinets. Quill reached for the one in front of them and pulled. Nothing. Another pull. Nothing.

With a heave the door finally popped open and a body came tumbling out! Quill hurriedly shoved the corpse off of them. Some red goggles clattered across the tiled floor, making this cadaver an Insurgent. The body had blood leaking from the eyes, and part of the jaw was exposed as if it had acid poured on it. Upon further inspection, Quill could identify this body as belonging to Nathaniel Abernathy, the Chem expert for the Bravo Team. In his death, he seemed to have clutched onto a bottle: Weedkiller X with a note crumpled onto it.

"Pipe valve. Pull microscope oran-" the note read before the rest of it had been seemingly destroyed. Quill stepped over the body of their fallen comrade and went looking for what the note described. Finding the orange-looking microscope, (such an ugly color), they pulled it down, which emitted a loud clank. A panel of the wall slid open, revealing an insert for a liquid to be poured into. Quill poured all of the Weedkiller X into the insert and hurried back to the main hallway.

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The large door appeared to have not changed, the large stalks and vines from the plants still wrapped tightly around the door. Perhaps something is blocking the pipes? Quill recalled a door they passed between here and the chem lab and made their way to it. Upon entering the room they were hit with a blast of humid air.

The room seemed to be a botanical garden of some kind: Planters filled with vegetables filled the rooms as scattered tools were haphazardly placed along the walls. Occasionally misters sprayed a light tinge of water across the room. The main focus of the room, however, lay in the back. Sitting in two large plots were even larger venus-flytraps, however, they had eyes and were drooling. A man wearing Insurgent gear tried to run towards Quill, but had his legs snagged by the plants, and was pulled in between them. By the time Quill clocked him as Field Photographer Traysen, the plants had used their vines to pull the poor guy in two, which the plants happily shared as they crunched down on his bones.

Quill wagered that these two plants were the ones impeding their progress. Out of their peripherals, they spotted a valve for the sprinklers in the room. They slowly shifted over, not wanting to alert the feasting plants to their presence. They just wanted one fucking set of rooms without a death. Softly stepping over the large, exposed roots they made it to the valve and quickly began turning it.

The misters began to spray out a harsh pinkish liquid over the room. The two plants began to wail and cry as their leaves turned brown and died. They flopped down onto their planters as they started to shrink in size.

"Pipe blockage alleviated. Resuming normal flow." An automated voice from a vine-obstructed wall monitor chirped. Quill quickly ran out of the room, slightly sliding across the wet floor. They made it to the large set of doors to see the broken pipe splurting out herbicide, quickly disintegrating the vines and stalks. With a giddy smile, Quill pushed open the doors and ran through.

Something was weird though. The walls were like rocks, and Quill could feel their ears popping. Had they magically dropped in elevation? Weren't those doors supposed to lead to a sky bridge? Why were they underground now? Those questions faded as they spotted something supremely useful: A train!

The unlocked doors invited Quill in, who quickly made their way to the engine room. It seemed to be a modern electric, given that it had a handle to control the direction. There were two options: Forward and backward. They seemed to have time now to think, and think they shall.

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Death Counter: 5

Personnel Counter: 8/12 accounted for

Note(s) Acquired: Venus Mantrap

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[velinxi]

Wedding night (OCs)

[jesncin]

"Who Is Superman? A Private Interview with Lois Lane" a fancomic about hope and connection. I've had this story in mind for so long and I'm very excited to be able to share it at last. Thank you for reading, and happy Lunar New Year!

[crowkip]

yeehaw, baby!

[aphel1on]

i have such a love for characters who descend into madness or villainy out of deep, deep empathy. characters who fundamentally cannot cope with the cruel realities they find themselves in and blow up about it in spectacular fashion. fallen angel type characters with tears of outrage in their eyes. characters who break before they bend, and break so badly they splatter blood all over their noble ideals. every variation on it gets me so good

[juiche]

a moment of peace before the whole world shatters 😇

get your own print here ❤️

[egophiliac]

sorry guys, you're like twenty feet from shore, you're basically dead already.

(also I choose to believe that Malleus just spends the rest of the event with ham on his face. it's better that way.)

(seriously, I can't wait for this poor couple to excitedly get all dressed up in their wedding best and embark on the most romantic day of their lives, only to suddenly have Malleus Draconia pop up out of nowhere, covered in ham and Grim spit, and scream "BOAT! BOAT! LA LA LA" while gently misting them with a dinky little novelty water gun...in the name of LOVE)

(this event is amazing)

(RIP Grim though)

[isjasz]

Stellar death

[tempest-toss]

Shocking Truth, Times Two

After going back and forth, Quill ultimately made their way to the door leading to the electrical room. As they grasped and pulled on the handle, their hair slightly began to stand up from the overabundance of static.

The electrical room was an absolute mess. Full of wires strewn about, all plugged in to many sockets, getting neater as they went upwards vertically. The back wall was full of cabinets with a set of servos and generators. Screens above showed the pathways that the currents were running to.

Sitting at the back, covered in cables seemed to be a man. An Insurgency radio lay in his lap, periodically beeping out an SOS signal. It seemed to be Iroh, the Tech expert for the Bravo team. Sparks of electricity occasionally arced around him. It was clear that he was deceased. Quill hesitantly stepped over the strewn about cords and grabbed the radio. It seemed that Iroh, or what was left of him, didn't like that.

With a snarl, the hands of Iroh fell away, instead hiding claws made of cut wires. He quickly ripped himself away the console, revealing that electrical equipment had replaced most of his body by now. As he fully separated himself from the console a rain of sparks erupted as the power was killed, soon switching on the emergency lights.

Quill tried to back up, but tripped on the many cables, sending them tumbling down. Prone, they were swiftly grabbed by their former teammate, who eagerly wrapped their long arms around theirs. With a snarl they sent intense volts of electricity through Quill; The pain was fast and over rather quickly as their nerves fried, failing to send pain information. Not that it was needed anyways, as their body fell to the ground, smoke escaping from their mouth and eye sockets.

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Quill awoke to the sound of the power being restored, and the searing pain of tense nerves throughout their arms. They gingerly got to their feet, standing in front of the church door. They turned around to see that the electrical room now had a gate lowered down in front of it to bar anyone else from entering; dissatisfied growls could be heard through the door.

Upon entering the Church door and taking in the surroundings, Quill had to doubletake what their eyes saw from the sharp change in stye. The room was once an old gothic-style church reminescent of a old Catholicism, however it had long been overrun by nature, with moss and vines and roots causing damage to the decor and pews. The center of the room held a blood-stained altar and the remains of Insurgent gear, with the only thing left mostly intact being a bulletproof vest, which Quill picked up and examined, looking for a name of any kind.

"Not gonna find anything there cadet." Cadet? That was only a nickname given to Quill by a singular person in the Bravo team, and that was Commander Marcos Klein. Quill whipped around and paled. In front of them was a large werewolf with obsidian fur and an Insurgent tactical vest snuggly wrapped around his torso. "Glad the team was going strong, shame you're all falling apart. But don't worry, I was told not to harm you." Their former leader's words weren't that reassuring, especially out of their peripheral they began to see figures approach. They wore old-fashioned, hand made cloaks, and were adorned in anomalous wood and bones. One had a skull of a deer and was armed with an axe. The other seemed to be a familiar man in the same robes, holding a crossbow... it was Sven! He seemed lost in thought, as if his humanity was being fought against. Marcos snapped his fingers and Sven startled, before grunting and pulling down his mask, which was a skull of a wolf.

Quill didn't need to be told twice what to do. They booked it as the Deer-head fired at them while Sven pulled out an axe and swung, demolishing a pew. Quill knew they were outmatched, and the grinning look of Marcos wasn't helping! With a few ducks and dives and one close call as a crossbow bolt clipped their arm, Quill successfully dove back into the hall, the faint "bye bye..." of their former squad leader echoing in their ears.

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After a few minutes of no following pursuit, Quill made their way down the hall. They spotted a grand door with a sign labeled exit. Perfect! They could leave this hellhole! As they approached it the ground began to rumble. Then with a mighty shake, roots, branches, and vines burst forth from the ground, wrapping around and containing the door in place. Quill huffed.

Quill noticed something strange, a pipe had burst over the doorframe! They followed where the pipe would've gone, and ended up in front of a Chemical lab! Maybe if they pump in an herbicide, they could dissolve the plants away?

A nearby window caught Quill's eye, and they looked out of it. Below was the gardens and backyard of the Manor. Just barely out of range was a shed, which usually contains tools! Maybe if they ran down they could grab a weedcutter or something?

Decisions, oh decisions...

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Death Counter: 5

Personnel Counter: 6/12 accounted for

Note(s) Acquired: Electrical Hazard, The Cultist Guards

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[freakcliff]

many things about the chronicles of Narnia made me irrevocably insane at the small age of six years old but one of the big ones was the bit in prince Caspian where caspian blows susan's horn to try and summon help and it summons the pevensie kids like. that's crazy ok. that's insane. imagine at 12 years old you're given a horn thats purpose is basically summoning divine intervention & then years later someone blows it and summons YOU . I'm crazy !

[technically-human]

YAAAAY U REPLIED TO MY ASK! 1!!! 1! 1! 1!! (also can we have some more shadow hating Robotnik for existing and loving stone for... Also existing)

They're all adapting

[fclkly]

Cherry Magic Au ! On his 30th birthday, Shen Yuan wakes up and discovers he has the ability to hear the thoughts of anyone he touches! Surely this wont cause any problems, right??

[rockdrop]

Will you stay with me forever?

[star-anise]

I really wonder if trauma theorists who say things like "Humans are the only animal that will be in a fright state when physically safe" or "the rest of the animal kingdom doesn't get PTSD" have ever, like

Do you think they've actually ever met an animal?

[sunny-knight]

he’s the biggest fan of us all…..

so this was the funny thing HEHFHHDHHD

THANK YOU SO MUCH TO! (left to right)

@f1ns

@floofanflurr

me :3

@sunsestart

@naathanuwu

@mishmash31

@naomiemuffet

and @bunnyehs

for lending your characters and joining in the papyrus fan club meeting!!! love all your sonas they were very fun to doodle….

AND thank you @belbobiggins for giving me this entire idea with this post!!!

…this was truly a team effort