The Exam: IC Community

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.]

okay so piggybacking off tony's idea, maybe those of us who aren't in the prison should make explosives from the alcohol that people still have with them. it can be for a good distraction, too.

[deadpool]

what are you planning on doing?

I realize that some of you may not be interested in supporting a rebellion for a variety of reasons, be it the potential cost to you personally, the fear of retaliation, or the fact that you rolled on a bunch of us and you don't want us all to find out. And ind i'm not here to convince you. Your decisions are your own.

But for those of you who aren't interested in slowly starving to death in a Soviet Christmas Prison, I have a plan.

I think we've all noticed by now that most of the weapons we've been able to gather have been glorified gardening supplies. But those of us who've been to the yulelag all know that the prison has a pretty massive cache of axes and sharpeners. I think the move here is for as many of us as possible to go where the weapons are, and fight our way out.

I don't feel so good...

Well, at least chopping down trees keeps you fucking warm, even if the price is having to smell like a restroom air freshener.

If we're at all lucky, we probably only have a few days left of this. But most of us are starving or close to it, and a lot of the food we're getting from ingenious other sources isn't all that appetizing on it's own.

So I have a proposition for everyone - let's make a scavenger soup.

Bring what you have or get what you can that's savoury (a rarity, I know) and we'll throw it together with what we can to make something that's passible.

If you contribute, when it's ready, you get some soup.

I've got some pork stuff if anyone needs some extra protein.

how is anyone supposed to work efficiently under these conditions. they won't even give anyone medication when we fall ill.

[Gangsey]

not to be ironic but i feel like death incarnate.

Who: Dalamar and Steve
What: Roomies
Where: Their room
When: Evening, Day 2
Status: Incomplete/threaded
Ratings/Warnings: TBA

( He didn't do this very well )

Yeah, no. How do we get back to the other place?

Yeah I can't do this. Not with Russians. Not again.

For the Glory of Kolechia and Arstotzka. Welcome.

I expect to see you all at factory tomorrow for your work assignments. But if you have question, now would be good time to ask it.

When the Open Mic begins to slow down, characters begin to make their exit. But when they leave Rose Apothecary, instead of reaching the street, they walk right into a hallway. They cannot return to the party, and one by one they must choose: Room 3, or Exit.

Feel Free to include a narrative about your character's choice on this post.

There's a special circle in hell for whoever ruined my dinner.

I know this is hopeless to ask, but this hotel doesn't happen to have access to a diplomatic line through some bizarre chance?

Egils Levits keeps trying to connect with Doom but is stuck on his hold music.

Since nobody else seems to be bothered, I've taken the liberty of making a list of potential perpetrators anyone I, Lucifer, can potentially think of, who may be behind our mass captivity. It is by no means an exhaustive list.

• My father. If anyone had already had a god complex... The caveat here is that it makes little sense that I wasn't included in the first round of experiments.


• My mother. Last I saw her I was literally sending her through a portal to create a new world. It would be just like her to then pull me into it. But again, this is round two.


• My brother. Has recently discovered that he was my father's favorite all along, enlarging his already oversized head. I have reason to believe he's got his powers back as well, AND he would definitely do a test run prior to bringing me in. Just maybe not such a gruesome test run.


• Someone else.


• One of us. Like that delightfully cheesy horror movie where their captor was the corpse on the floor all along, someone here is calling the shots.

Feel free to add to the list or name your best suspects!

Who the hell's been messing with my phone?