peckenpaugh | OUTSIDE

outside

the garden looks very nice today He blooms over every surface, pokes through cracks between bricks, climbs walls and lamp posts, hangs from roofs. He sees you. This is what they meant by infinity, and it is chilling to behold.

Without streetlamps, without starlight, without the moon, campus is dark. A layer of ash is starting to collect over everything like snow, filthy and warm to the touch. The vines are thick as a carpet out here, and they move. Wriggling, writhing, squirming, breathing. They are alive. Out here the purple flowers glow, petals pulsing to the rhythm of a song that never reaches your ears. Aside from the magical starlit pathways still shimmering from earlier in the night, that purple glow is the only light.

In every direction, there is ruination, broken things and billowing smoke. There is no telling how far it stretches, this field of vines and purple flowers. To Paw Paw in the north, certainly. And judging by some of the memories to be found, through the town of Elflock Falls, as well.

If you must be out here, be quick. He will find you if you don't hurry. He will take you.

flee through the rabbit's hole Somewhere in the woods there is a place that's still safe. A spot set aside by the holler itself. A prison for the one who gave his heart away. So secure, it's still protected, still free of The Thing's infection.

Though a seance had called him here once before, he cannot enter this space again. At least not for now. Not so long as your friends fight and push and never give up. So long as you defeat the inevitable.

Clovers still carpet this little ravine, and the old train car stands as it always has: covered in tags and half-rusted but sturdy. The air is still cool and damp, but a fire now roars in the pit beside the train. Candy and snacks, some in packages so old you hardly recognize the brand, sits out in a neat little pile, pristine, fresh and new as the day it was donated.

Tonight, the trees that wall the little ravine stand taller and stronger than they've ever seemed to before. Something pushes at them, but they push back. Even the smallest ones are fighting the invasive growth.

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"Like sthombody's behn here," he slurs. The numbness is subsiding a little, but his tongue still feels a bit alien in his mouth. "Iceth errywhere. Lookth clear but-- pleath be carefuhl."

"I think the pollen is starting to wash out for me. At least, I see a bunch of little blurs now instead of one big blur." Is it a little less green around here? Could it be smooth sailing the rest of the way? Presley decides to summon a speck of optimism. He takes the vape back from Winter, and appears to be smiling for the first time since this entire hell night started. "Exactly what are we looking for, in terms of supplies?"

"Greatheart's more granola than most healers," Winter explains, wiping ash from her eyelashes. "So she's going to have a lot of poultices, creams, bandages, Pepper Up potions, stuff like that." After a pause, she adds, "If it smells bad, it's probably good for you."

Sounds just like something Healer Greatheart would say.

Winter slows as they approach the old house that serves as both the infirmary and the Pre-Healer Studies classroom. Vines climb up the sides, but there's nothing on the door. So she tentatively walks up to it, lights her fingers on the knob and turns...

The door opens. Inside, the infirmary is untouched since last someone was here. The lights are all out, but with cellphones it's easy to illuminate the space and a cautious search of the area produces no danger, but plenty of useful stuff!

In addition to ample magimedical supplies for the tending of small wounds, the adventurers found:

1 Container of Weird Green-Smelling Cream (good for removing 1 injury) - Everyone

Empty Backpack - Eddy (67/100)

An Antique Bonesaw - Presley (82/100)

Metal Crutches - Aristotle (85/100)

3 Scalpels - Patrice (92/100)

Autographed Hockey Stick(?) - Armani (63/100)

You may trade these items freely.

The party made it back to the auditorium safely and without incident!

TOKENS

Aristotle, Armani, Eddy, Patrice, Presley and Winter each earned 6 Tokens for completing an adventure.

They each earned an additional 5 Tokens for completing the encounter.

You can check your token totals in Pouch's shop here, and maybe see if there's anything worth grabbing while you're there!

You may continue to thread here, but you are free to join another memory!

Edited 2020-06-04 03:08 (UTC)

First thing's first: Armani tries to help the blinded boys flush their eyes out with water if they'll let him.

Patrice is moderately well-behaved and doesn't fight having his eyes flushed.

Presley complains much more than Patrice does, but ultimately gives in. "Thank you so much," he tells Armani, not sounding very grateful. This is character development?

Edited (only a little sarcastic) 2020-06-04 03:41 (UTC)

"You're so welcome," Armani returns, less sarcastic but unnecessarily saccharine.

He leaves them to root around for supplies and eventually comes across... a hockey stick. He swings it experimentally. Cool. This is handy!

... But also SO not his style.

"Could anybody use a hockey stick?" he offers to the others.

Eddy holds open a backpack he's found, so Winter can fill it with whatever supplies she wants to bring back. "Not so bad," he murmurs to her as they work. The bruises he's sustained so far aren't worth bothering with, in his opinion.

Hockey does not fall within Eddy's general umbrella of sports boy activities. "Hit things with it," he suggests to Armani, as if this is.. somehow not completely the obvious use.

OUTSIDE

ADVENTURE: To the infirmary

ADVENTURE: To the infirmary

ADVENTURE: To the infirmary

ADVENTURE: To the infirmary - COMPLETE!

ADVENTURE: To the infirmary - COMPLETE!

ADVENTURE: To the infirmary - COMPLETE!

ADVENTURE: To the infirmary - COMPLETE!

ADVENTURE: To the infirmary - COMPLETE!

ADVENTURE: To the infirmary - COMPLETE!