The Fifteen Strangers Mods (
strangerpeople) wrote in
15corpses2023-05-10 04:41 pm
at once short of life, and long of sorrow.
[You are dead.
Well, obviously. You remember how you died. It was...not fun, to say the least. But hey, at least you're off that ship, right?
Except...you don't know exactly where you are now. It seems like a house, but if it is, it's...a work in progress. Most of the rooms are empty, and your steps echo up through the marble columns and down faint mosaics on the tiled floor. The few windows you find have a green light gleaming through them; you can't really see anything beyond the eerie light.
It feels like you're in a temple of some kind. The columns and mosaics seem to indicate it is something like that-it's certainly reminiscent of something out of an ancient culture, perhaps even one you're familiar with. For some reason, though, it's clear someone-or something-lives here. One of the rooms to the south is stuffed with pizza boxes. Another, larger room has a makeshift futon in one of the corners. There are imprints of multiple footsteps all through the dusty floors as you look around, many of them leading to a small alcove to the west. And-
and there's a giant van. Just. hanging out there. Completely out of place with the seemingly ancient decor. And inside, there is the sound of light snoring.
Ok then. You're apparently not alone in death, after all.]
((OoC: Map for reference.))
Well, obviously. You remember how you died. It was...not fun, to say the least. But hey, at least you're off that ship, right?
Except...you don't know exactly where you are now. It seems like a house, but if it is, it's...a work in progress. Most of the rooms are empty, and your steps echo up through the marble columns and down faint mosaics on the tiled floor. The few windows you find have a green light gleaming through them; you can't really see anything beyond the eerie light.
It feels like you're in a temple of some kind. The columns and mosaics seem to indicate it is something like that-it's certainly reminiscent of something out of an ancient culture, perhaps even one you're familiar with. For some reason, though, it's clear someone-or something-lives here. One of the rooms to the south is stuffed with pizza boxes. Another, larger room has a makeshift futon in one of the corners. There are imprints of multiple footsteps all through the dusty floors as you look around, many of them leading to a small alcove to the west. And-
and there's a giant van. Just. hanging out there. Completely out of place with the seemingly ancient decor. And inside, there is the sound of light snoring.
Ok then. You're apparently not alone in death, after all.]
((OoC: Map for reference.))

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He's then resummoning the saxophone so he doesn't have to bother bending to pick it up as he launches himself at that bug--gripping the neck of the saxophone in both hands so he can then bring the bell down as hard as he can at the thing's skull]
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But the sax comes down hard, with a sickening mix of squishing and cracking. This bug stops moving, and the roots immediately work to start reclaiming it.]
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When it finally stops moving and the roots start to reclaim it, he's ignoring the burning in his thigh to reach out and try and yank the corpse out of reach]
No, you don't--!
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But better there than being absorbed back into the roots to do who knows what. So he's going to just drag that back so it's as far out of the roots' reach before abandoning it, looking around again at the rest of the bug situation]
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So there's just the white one creeping up on Moriarty, and there's a green one just getting hit by some more of Val's glitterballs.]
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But as it goes for him, he takes care of it neatly, sending it spiraling off--so Brain will go after it, if nothing else than to just finish it off and get that corpse out of the way also.]