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Network Prompts
ONE: IT WON'T BE LONG NOW... Well, you made a mistake. You spent too long searching around, or you ran outside near the end of the day for just one more thing, and now you've been locked out. You can search around all you want, but the best shelter you can hope for is pressing against the side of a sealed up building. You do still have your tablet, though. Maybe someone on the network can give you some advice, or at least some comfort while you wait for hypothermia to set in.
TWO: CABIN FEVER Maybe you didn't want that mistake of getting caught outside to happen again, but now you've ended up staying too long in one location, and cabin fever has set in. Maybe you're taking to the network to try and ignore the hallucinations. Maybe you want to tell everyone that you've figured out they're all in on your kidnapping. Maybe you ended up wandering off and now you'd really like to know if anyone can check back in the place you were at for your pants.
Action Prompts
THREE: AN UNEXPECTED MEETING You're going about your business searching what seems like it might be an especially promising house--it's fully intact and there's even a working fireplace with some wood! It looks like someone else has the same idea, though, and you've run into them in the middle of your search. Do you share the potential wealth or try to kick them out? On the other hand, maybe you know who this is, or maybe you're just glad to actually see another person for the first time in ages.
FOUR: GOOD MORGUE-NING You've just woken up in a morgue after dying in one unfortunate way or another. You have no idea where you are beyond that, but your tablet is insisting you can't stay here, so you should probably get out of here pretty quickly. Of course, bringing people back from the dead isn't a perfect science, so you're missing something important to you. Maybe you've lost your voice, maybe you can't remember where you're from, maybe you can't remember where you are right now. It looks like someone else is nearby, though. Maybe they can help you out?
[The man who appears in the video looks exhausted, completely wrung out, with dark smudges under his eyes and a blank expression. After a moment, he forces a small smile and clears his throat. When he speaks, it's the voice of someone who hasn't spoken in too long, a little raspy with disuse, possibly dehydration.]
Is anyone else out there? It's getting to be a little much, cooped up inside.
[It's been too long, he's been in this place for too long. There are things he should be doing, there are people who might need him. He lifts a hand, wipes it across his forehead, glancing to the side as if he might see it again, that gently smiling face with cold, inhuman eyes, just outside the window. Waiting.
He isn't afraid of Johan, but he's afraid of what he might do.]
It would be nice to hear another human voice. How is everyone faring?
[Part of him is afraid that no one will answer, that everyone else here has been lost to the monster.]
[four-ish]
[He's been around this area long enough to know that this is where they come back, when they've died and revived, that they stumble out of this place, lost and afraid, having sacrificed something in penalty for the death they've managed to come back from. It isn't comfortable, it isn't easy, but something in him drives him to come here every morning, to make sure they don't stumble out into the snow alone and suffering.
Tenma shifts on his feet - he's freezing, his breath ghosting in the air in front of him, and he shifts his head down to huddle the lower half of his face behind a thick scarf that traps the damp of his breath and leaves it warm and smelling of musty wool against his nose. His toes are freezing despite the boots, his shoulders are hunched under the thick parka he wears, the backpack feels heavier than it should. But he has water, and a few rations to share if need be.
He waits there, leaning against the wall, for the door to open, arms crossed against his chest, steeling himself against the cold. Waiting for what? They aren't injured, not anymore, but he is still a doctor despite everything, and he can't turn his back on suffering.
So he waits, and when the door opens, he pushes away from the wall, extending gloved hands, palms upturned to show he isn't armed, despite the gun tucked in the back of his pants, under his parka.]
Hello. Can you see me?
[wildcard]
[Have a character who's injured and needs a doctor? Someone who has to be dragged back to a safe place? A villain who needs an unassuming person to attack? Anything goes, just pop up a starter!]
[The moment he sees that face, panic and guilt well up in equal amounts, his face twists slightly - and he closes his eyes for a few seconds before opening them again, mouth working a little.
Johan. Of all the faces he wanted to see least, it has to be that one. After all, he'd just watched him be shot in the head. This pretty monster, with his empty smiles, inhuman. His hand moves instinctively to the back of his jeans, where his gun is tucked into his belt, but despite the sense of unreality, in this house, in this world, even in the world he came from, with its darkness and pouring rain and precious souls standing vulnerable in the presence of a monster, he knows that he's just looking at a little computer of some sort.
His brows furrow.]
Johan. No...I don't need a doctor. I'm just fine.
[It's a lie. His heart beats too hard, and his hand is shaking, making the tablet vibrate a little.]
[Johan meanwhile keeps up the calm look with a hint of dark amusement behind it. Tenma is able to see the darkness behind his eyes that others always miss.]
Are you? I find that hard to believe. Why, even your hands are shaking.
[He's not sure if it's another hallucination. They've all seemed so real, images and sounds, that voice, that face, here in a place where so many are vulnerable. Where he can only hope the lack of ties to Johan's own history will keep the people around them safe.
His mouth sets in a line, and he chooses to believe this one, dark eyes searching the background of Johan's video to try to find where he might be. To find him.]
[In the back of Johan's video is a simple house. Much like the rest found around here. He's obviously not been in it long which you can also tell by his own lack of hallucinations and the fact that there's snow still melting in his hair.]
Not really.
[Can Johan even get tired. Well yes, yes he can but it takes a while and he hides it well if he needs to.]
[He never is. And he's giving little away - as always, Tenma is at a disadvantage. It's going to stop him as much as it ever had at home, which is to say not at all.]
Faring as well as ever?
[It's a tense conversation - off the feed, the hand not holding the device is clenching into a fist. The sight of Johan's face, it fills him with regret. Anger. Guilt. He's never been good at hiding it.]
A little cold but that's to be expected I suppose.
[Casual conversation what are you talking about. Who knows why. Maybe it's part of some new plan. Maybe he just likes poking at Tenma and seeing the reaction he gets. Or maybe he's checking in on him. It might even be all three.]
You might have to beat out the weather if you still plan to kill me.
[His eyes narrow slightly, and his lips press together tightly. The guilt twists in his gut like it does every time he sees this face - the bodies of the people he'd lost to Johan, even those he hardly knew, flashing in front of his face, bloody and broken on the ground. He has to bring his gaze back to the camera because he imagines he can see them out of the corners of his eyes.
[The sudden voice that greets Yu the moment he opens the door incites a mild reaction from the boy - he halts in his tracks for a moment, hairs standing on the back of his neck, eyes sharply racing up from the ground in front of him to find... a man. An older man, all bundled up. More importantly, unarmed.
Yu breathes a sigh of relief, allows himself to relax.]
...Yeah. Just fine.
[With a bit of effort, he makes to shove the door open the rest of the way, gritting his teeth as he does so. Having just come to, he's still feeling weak, and that dull, aching pain in the back of his head still has yet to go away.]
[He can see the panic that overtakes the boy, just for a few moments, and then when he sees the upturned hands, he relaxes. Tenma forces his smile to widen just a little, and he steps forward, carefully, one hand lifting to help him get the door open.
When all the tension goes out of the boy's body, Tenma relaxes too, shoulders slumping a little as his smile takes on a more real quality.]
Just fine. [He tries to catch the boy's eyes, tries to force a smile, but instead of growing it fades a little.] No one comes back from that feeling just fine. You can tell me what's wrong...I'm a doctor.
[A doctor? That would explain why a man like him would be waiting outside of a place like this - to tend to those in need. As to what exactly Yu is doing here...]
My head won't stop pounding. ...Something's off. I don't -
[Another sharp spike of pain cuts him off, makes the boy wince. A hand gingerly cups the back of his head, doing its best to try and dull the pain as he focuses on meeting Tenma's gaze.]
I don't know what it is, exactly, or how I wound up in there. All I can remember is the cold.
[A harsh, biting cold. That's the last thing he remembers feeling before his eyes had shut.]
[His head - well, that's something he knows about, though he doubts neurosurgery is exactly called for in this situation. At least, knowing what he does about this place and about what this boy has gone through, what all of them have gone through when they stumble out of here in the morning.]
Take it easy. Let's find somewhere to sit down, rest up for a few minutes.
[He doesn't want to tell him how he ended up in there, doesn't want to be the one who informs him that he died, somehow, out in the frozen wilderness. He offers a hand, smiling slightly but without much depth of humour. It's a cold, bright morning, and he squints against the light.]
[Dying and freezing and coming back was already the worst. He could speak again, so that was cool. Yeah. Alright.
But then there's someone waiting around right outside the morgue, and hen Colin notices the stranger he jumps-- takes a step back a moment and lets out a gasp, staring, gaping at the stranger until his brain finally catches up to the situation. Luckily the kid didn't have any weapons himself.]
Um. Yeah.
[Keep cool. Everything's cool. Wait that was kind of a bad pun--]
[He's not surprised that the boy reacts as he does - jumps, stumles ack a little, gasps and stares. It's no surprise that he's afraid, on edge, and ready to defend himself. Tenma's seen it too many times, more than he'd like to have seen it.
Every time, it wears on him a little more, but it's something he's felt before, and will feel again.]
[Well, this guy doesn't seem like he's a threat-- but Colin's suspicious, definitely suspicious suspicious. Too cautious to want to talk much, and his eyes dart around back and forth as he intertwines his fingers.]
As much as anyone can be out here can be, I guess.
[Which isn't really much as far as he's seen. But. You know.]
[He offers a slight smile, and crouches down a little, so he's looking up at the boy - he's obviously suspicious, afraid, and Tenma doesn't blame him. It reminds him of Dieter, when he'd first met him. The thought warms him a little, and his smile goes from simply tired to more genuine.]
You're right about that.
[He pauses for a moment, studying the boy's face.]
I'm a doctor. I stay here in case anyone is too disoriented to take care of themselves in the morning. I have food and water if you need them.
[Didn't trust doctors more like, and the look on his face was an instant spike of defensiveness and panic.
Truth be told-- he was used to living on less food by now, sure, but he was thirsty. He was tired and sore but he still took another step back, eyes narrowed. The guy seemed nice enough, at least. For now.]
...You shouldn't stick around here. You can't go in when it's dark. And dangerous people could be waiting inside.
[It's something he's heard before, enough that he shrugs it off, for the most part, still crouched with his forearms on his thighs, his hands against his knees, looking a little bit up at the boy.]
Bad experience?
[That's usually the reason, one doctor without ethics or morals, or a doctor who wasn't gentle enough with an IV. That or the fear of what a doctor might tell them, what kind of prognosis they might get. When the boy continues, though, it's something of a relief - it's a hint of concern.]
I've got a few hours before night falls. Are you going anywhere in particular?
[He scrunches his face in distaste, darting his eyes down for a moment before looking back at the doctor, with all the indignation and spite a ten year old could muster on their face.]
They all think I'm hopeless. One of them said I should be lobotomized.
[He's not 100% convinced that the Scarecrow was a real doctor-- but he sure knew a thing or two about psychology even if he'd proooobably lost his license.]
[While Yotusba had managed to make it out of the morgue and had gotten ready to start searching again, something wasn't right. As she put on her coat and bag (what she was currently calling her backpack), she couldn't hear the coat or bag rustling onto her. She couldn't hear herself getting up, tablet in hand, ready to head out and try to figure out how she had gotten here and how she could get back home, and as she left the morgue, while she could see the man near her push himself off the wall, extend his hands, and speak, she couldn't hear anything he said, even though she could see his mouth move.
So, she tried to talk to him, even though she couldn't hear herself as she spoke. As a result, while she meant to just speak at a normal level (though for her, normal was still a bit loud and energetic), she ended up yelling, and while she couldn't hear how her voice sounded, she could feel that she was about to cry.]
Yotusba can't hear you! I don't know why though! Do you know what happened?! Why can't Yotsuba hear anything?! And how did Yotsuba get there?!
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Dr. Kenzo Tenma | Monster | OTA
[The man who appears in the video looks exhausted, completely wrung out, with dark smudges under his eyes and a blank expression. After a moment, he forces a small smile and clears his throat. When he speaks, it's the voice of someone who hasn't spoken in too long, a little raspy with disuse, possibly dehydration.]
Is anyone else out there? It's getting to be a little much, cooped up inside.
[It's been too long, he's been in this place for too long. There are things he should be doing, there are people who might need him. He lifts a hand, wipes it across his forehead, glancing to the side as if he might see it again, that gently smiling face with cold, inhuman eyes, just outside the window. Waiting.
He isn't afraid of Johan, but he's afraid of what he might do.]
It would be nice to hear another human voice. How is everyone faring?
[Part of him is afraid that no one will answer, that everyone else here has been lost to the monster.]
[four-ish]
[He's been around this area long enough to know that this is where they come back, when they've died and revived, that they stumble out of this place, lost and afraid, having sacrificed something in penalty for the death they've managed to come back from. It isn't comfortable, it isn't easy, but something in him drives him to come here every morning, to make sure they don't stumble out into the snow alone and suffering.
Tenma shifts on his feet - he's freezing, his breath ghosting in the air in front of him, and he shifts his head down to huddle the lower half of his face behind a thick scarf that traps the damp of his breath and leaves it warm and smelling of musty wool against his nose. His toes are freezing despite the boots, his shoulders are hunched under the thick parka he wears, the backpack feels heavier than it should. But he has water, and a few rations to share if need be.
He waits there, leaning against the wall, for the door to open, arms crossed against his chest, steeling himself against the cold. Waiting for what? They aren't injured, not anymore, but he is still a doctor despite everything, and he can't turn his back on suffering.
So he waits, and when the door opens, he pushes away from the wall, extending gloved hands, palms upturned to show he isn't armed, despite the gun tucked in the back of his pants, under his parka.]
Hello. Can you see me?
[wildcard]
[Have a character who's injured and needs a doctor? Someone who has to be dragged back to a safe place? A villain who needs an unassuming person to attack? Anything goes, just pop up a starter!]
Brackets or prose welcome, I will match format!
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Why Tenma, you look a little under the weather. Perhaps you should try to find yourself a doctor.
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Johan. Of all the faces he wanted to see least, it has to be that one. After all, he'd just watched him be shot in the head. This pretty monster, with his empty smiles, inhuman. His hand moves instinctively to the back of his jeans, where his gun is tucked into his belt, but despite the sense of unreality, in this house, in this world, even in the world he came from, with its darkness and pouring rain and precious souls standing vulnerable in the presence of a monster, he knows that he's just looking at a little computer of some sort.
His brows furrow.]
Johan. No...I don't need a doctor. I'm just fine.
[It's a lie. His heart beats too hard, and his hand is shaking, making the tablet vibrate a little.]
no subject
Are you? I find that hard to believe. Why, even your hands are shaking.
no subject
His mouth sets in a line, and he chooses to believe this one, dark eyes searching the background of Johan's video to try to find where he might be. To find him.]
I'm tired. Aren't you?
no subject
Not really.
[Can Johan even get tired. Well yes, yes he can but it takes a while and he hides it well if he needs to.]
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[He never is. And he's giving little away - as always, Tenma is at a disadvantage. It's going to stop him as much as it ever had at home, which is to say not at all.]
Faring as well as ever?
[It's a tense conversation - off the feed, the hand not holding the device is clenching into a fist. The sight of Johan's face, it fills him with regret. Anger. Guilt. He's never been good at hiding it.]
no subject
[Casual conversation what are you talking about. Who knows why. Maybe it's part of some new plan. Maybe he just likes poking at Tenma and seeing the reaction he gets. Or maybe he's checking in on him. It might even be all three.]
You might have to beat out the weather if you still plan to kill me.
[Or it was a lead up to that.]
no subject
His breath is coming rough, suddenly.]
The last thing I remember...
[He lifts a hand and rubs it over his face.]
4
Yu breathes a sigh of relief, allows himself to relax.]
...Yeah. Just fine.
[With a bit of effort, he makes to shove the door open the rest of the way, gritting his teeth as he does so. Having just come to, he's still feeling weak, and that dull, aching pain in the back of his head still has yet to go away.]
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When all the tension goes out of the boy's body, Tenma relaxes too, shoulders slumping a little as his smile takes on a more real quality.]
Just fine. [He tries to catch the boy's eyes, tries to force a smile, but instead of growing it fades a little.] No one comes back from that feeling just fine. You can tell me what's wrong...I'm a doctor.
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My head won't stop pounding. ...Something's off. I don't -
[Another sharp spike of pain cuts him off, makes the boy wince. A hand gingerly cups the back of his head, doing its best to try and dull the pain as he focuses on meeting Tenma's gaze.]
I don't know what it is, exactly, or how I wound up in there. All I can remember is the cold.
[A harsh, biting cold. That's the last thing he remembers feeling before his eyes had shut.]
no subject
Take it easy. Let's find somewhere to sit down, rest up for a few minutes.
[He doesn't want to tell him how he ended up in there, doesn't want to be the one who informs him that he died, somehow, out in the frozen wilderness. He offers a hand, smiling slightly but without much depth of humour. It's a cold, bright morning, and he squints against the light.]
I'll take a look at your head.
four
But then there's someone waiting around right outside the morgue, and hen Colin notices the stranger he jumps-- takes a step back a moment and lets out a gasp, staring, gaping at the stranger until his brain finally catches up to the situation. Luckily the kid didn't have any weapons himself.]
Um. Yeah.
[Keep cool. Everything's cool. Wait that was kind of a bad pun--]
What do you want?
no subject
Every time, it wears on him a little more, but it's something he's felt before, and will feel again.]
Nothing like that. Are you alright?
no subject
[Well, this guy doesn't seem like he's a threat-- but Colin's suspicious, definitely suspicious suspicious. Too cautious to want to talk much, and his eyes dart around back and forth as he intertwines his fingers.]
As much as anyone can be out here can be, I guess.
[Which isn't really much as far as he's seen. But. You know.]
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You're right about that.
[He pauses for a moment, studying the boy's face.]
I'm a doctor. I stay here in case anyone is too disoriented to take care of themselves in the morning. I have food and water if you need them.
no subject
[Didn't trust doctors more like, and the look on his face was an instant spike of defensiveness and panic.
Truth be told-- he was used to living on less food by now, sure, but he was thirsty. He was tired and sore but he still took another step back, eyes narrowed. The guy seemed nice enough, at least. For now.]
...You shouldn't stick around here. You can't go in when it's dark. And dangerous people could be waiting inside.
no subject
Bad experience?
[That's usually the reason, one doctor without ethics or morals, or a doctor who wasn't gentle enough with an IV. That or the fear of what a doctor might tell them, what kind of prognosis they might get. When the boy continues, though, it's something of a relief - it's a hint of concern.]
I've got a few hours before night falls. Are you going anywhere in particular?
no subject
They all think I'm hopeless. One of them said I should be lobotomized.
[He's not 100% convinced that the Scarecrow was a real doctor-- but he sure knew a thing or two about psychology even if he'd proooobably lost his license.]
But no. No one has a house here. I don't either.
Four
So, she tried to talk to him, even though she couldn't hear herself as she spoke. As a result, while she meant to just speak at a normal level (though for her, normal was still a bit loud and energetic), she ended up yelling, and while she couldn't hear how her voice sounded, she could feel that she was about to cry.]
Yotusba can't hear you! I don't know why though! Do you know what happened?! Why can't Yotsuba hear anything?! And how did Yotsuba get there?!