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[whistical]

Who: New Arrival and You
When: Day 119, Late Night
Where:Shrines Area
What: Not Being Okay With Things


[Everyone arrives in the Shrine Area, of course. Some people are panicked. Some are angry. Some cry.

And then sometimes, they arrive naked and strapped down to a metal surgical table that is half corroded beneath their head and shoulders, still strapped down with thick leather and steel bands.

There is a moment of silence before the table's legs beneath the corrosion shriek and crack, giving way and collapsing it to the side. The young man on top of it is suddenly snapped into a silent if slightly hysterical struggle to break free of the restraints, being not very successful, though anyone nearby can probably hear the snap of bones and ligaments in his shoulders.



Edit: Also this guy is new and you should touch him too]

Comments

[whistical]

[not touching is good... if you do, he's going to grab your hand]

[inruination]

Ah... it's safe here. [Congratulations stranger, you've gotten Tyki into his rare, rare mother-hen mode]

[whistical]

[you're being nice... and you're not touching him unnecessarily or talking about doctors... not sure what to do with you]

[inruination]

[He has super issues with doctors too? Just... fussing with the restraints and getting them out of the way, plus offering his jacket.]

Don't twist your shoulders any more.

[whistical]

[shrugs once the restraints are off, eying the jacket a little distrustfully]

[inruination]

[Shrugs too.] Take it if you want.

[whistical]

... Drop it...

[inruination]

[Dropping it and stepping back a little.]

[whistical]

[uses a foot to draw it close to him, before pulling it on]

[inruination]

How much pain?

[whistical]

[weird question -- weird people -- weird place]

... What is this place?

[inruination]

Thusia. An afterlife, I suppose.

Come on, how much pain? You're not looking so well.

[whistical]

No pain.

[inruination]

[...wha]

Really?

[whistical]

Hahaha -- why would there be?

[inruination]

Because... never mind.

It's safe, though.

[whistical]

... Safe?

[inruination]

No beatings here. I haven't seen any guards so far?

[whistical]

[looking around]

... It's not where I was. Why...?

[inruination]

Well. You died.

[whistical]

[pauses, lifting a hand to touch his forehead before nodding]

[inruination]

It's not as good as real death here, but it's alright.

[whistical]

... I didn't want to...

[inruination]

You didn't want to die? Or to end up here...?

Either way, you must have a name.

[whistical]

Either...