The Exam: IC Community

[Filtered to Richie and John Constantine]

I didn't meet many here who I counted as friends, but I don't make friends easily. I count the two of you as friends, or at least acquaintances.

I take my leave and wish you both well. My shalafi awaits back home. I don't know if I'll remember you, though I hope that I do.

About how long until we're good to come back inside?

Because we're getting tired and not even threatening to kill each other anymore. And I need a towel and one of those odd and miscellaneous pirate beverages.

Anyone not already holed up in the basement I'm getting ready to put a shield up that should protect the basement and the floor above from the worst of the weather. If you can grab any plants you can find on the way down and add them to the pile near me I'd appreciate it.

For anyone going outside, the barrier's permeable for people, so you can go out and get anyone trapped and bring them back in without me needing to bring it down. If anyone spots any gaps or feels something they shouldn't, come tap the edge of my circle roughly where it is and I'll reinforce.

Oi, right. Holiday's over. We've got a big bloody storm incoming and we need to do more than board up the windows and hope for the best. Anybody got fancy tricks enough to keep this main building safe and intact? Now's the time to cough up whatever you've got that'll help.

Anybody who hasn't got that kind of power up their sleeves, now's the time to start rounding up emergency supplies and squirreling 'em down in the basement. We were mostly fucked for teamwork in Soviet Candyland, so maybe we do a better showing this time out.

I know at this point we're kind of like 'oh, it's dark as fuck outside, wonder what will happen, maybe storm, maybe not, y/n??' And not to harsh anyone's mellow but this TED Talk is to inform you that there's a storm coming and it's literally going to chew up the hotel and spit it out in a pile of debris. I'm like the world's shittiest seer but that vision was pretty clear cut.

The erupting volcano was less clear cut, so I'm thinking either we all perish in the storm OR get burned up by lava in the next room.  Either way, it's crispy.

But maybe focus on the issue closest first, so.  Do we actually have a plan re: the super storm?  Like, yeah, we could bring the beach chairs inside but I saw that sides of hotel walls were missing so it might take a little more prep, if we can't figure out a way to stop it entirely.   
    
( I even drew a picture of it because that's what you do when you get psychic visions. )

There's like, lightning and rain and look, I already said I'm a shitty seer but doingmybest.gif

I, for one, am always excited to see a plague of darkness upon the land.

Even so, I’m looking forward to taking the risk of choosing the exit door at the next opportunity.

Someone want to tell me why I'm being asked to make choices? Because it sounds a lot more like forced, and I'd like a word with the person in charge if that's the case.

Trees? Places? And whatever those animals are. How can I choose if I have no idea?

What the hell is a Pokemon?

Everyone keeps telling me - or each other - not to get comfortable.

Screw that.

Worrying about might happen is just dealing with the same problem twice.

How was the rest of today, after this morning's wakeup call?

Did anyone else look at that puzzle and think they had a stroke? Or is it just these meds.

Also I think I accidentally got myself adopted into a cult family.

Well, it doesn't look like I'm in Kansas anymore.

This is certainly a welcome change.

[FILTERED TO FRIENDS]
((if they've interacted he considers them a friend unless they've been a dick to him, but if you have any questions on if your character would see it feel free to drop me a line!))

Everyone alive? In one piece?

[FILTERED TO KYLO]
We are apparently sharing a room here. I will be honest, I don't sleep, so I won't take up too much space.

Fuck. Me.

I have never been so glad to walk through a fucking door in my life. No wonder the Russians are all hard as fuck if they have to deal with the threat of that shit hanging over them every Christmas.

Don't panic, but we're under attack by some kind of horned goat-like creatures. There are tools that can be used as weapons stockpiled in the abandoned rail yard, assuming Zemo's arrest didn't change that. If you are unable to defend yourself, injured, or you are simply alone, please try to leave a message here with your location so someone can come to your aid.

These creatures look like they originate from the Krampus myths. If you are underage, you might especially be targeted. I don't know much about what can destroy Krampus in the lore, only that he could sometimes be bribed with schnapps. Take that as you will.

[OOC note: Tools available as far as I can tell: 10 spades, 10 hoes, 6 hand trowels, some gasoline.]

Who: Constantine & Richie
What: John's dying, RIP - they exchange words, important ones
When: Day 6, evening
Where: Apartment 18
Warnings: There's a lot of talk about puking
Status: Complete

( He was too contrary to die happy. But he’d die less angry, which meant he stood a reasonable chance of not haunting this miserable place. )

Who: Richie, Constantine, Dan, and Rose
What: Tempers get a little frayed on the toy line; Rose and Dan squabble, John and Richie long for popcorn.
When: Day 5, afternoon
Where: Toy Factory
Rating/Warnings: Low (language, references to death, verbal threats of violence/homicide)
Status: Closed/Complete

( Easy solution - just wait until the prison break, you can use each other as human shields for bullets. )

So in college once, I had a roommate whose friend left a bottle of gin in our fridge. One night we got so fucked up we just drank everything else from the fridge with the gin, like, mixing it together - ketchup, mustard, the works.  Our vomit was super sad and everything also tasted and smelled like Pine-Sol for some reason.

That describes my experience in Christmas prison, for the most part. Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.

I̸ ̷s̵e̶e̴m̵ ̴t̷o̴ ̸b̶e̷ ̸m̷a̵l̶f̸u̸n̵c̴t̷i̵o̸n̵i̴n̸g̸.̶

1 to 2 teaspoons every 4-6 hours. And I gave your roommate some of my pickled vegetables. At the very least, the vinegar will thin out all that crud in your lungs, sweetie.