VALENTINE'S DAY CATCH ALL 12th-17th

[tom_hanniger]

Who: Anyone and everyone who wants to participate
Where: Literally every corner of the known universe
When: Again with the questions...
Rating: BIG BIG HORRIBLE WARNING LOTS OF DEATH AND FIGHTING AND GRAPHIC EVERYTHING I think you might need an adult...
Summary:

THIS IS A CATCH ALL LOG FOR THE DURATION OF THIS SITUATION

Here's what happens. If you want interaction with HARRY OR TOM, if you want to have a short thread with someone discovering a BODY or someone who is WOUNDED or generally just want some blood and guts it happens in here.

THAT BEING SAID if you want to write a log? Do it. I'm just trying to control the madness in one place...as if that might be easier to manage. It also means the community isn't TOO flooded with bodies and boxes of chocolate so those wanting to bypass this event will have less to look at.

IF YOU ARE A VICTIM, YOU MAY POST YOUR DEATH POST IN HERE
I mean, you can if you want but also feel free to make an independent post. Up to you.

Comment in with a header including date and place for whatever situation you're doing so we can just keep track. I'll do the same.

Questions, comments, plurk or aim or pm me. x

Comments

02/14/2014 - Death Post: Seta Souji

[eatsyourscience]

Though Souji is aware of the danger unfolding, and though he's wary, he's determined not to be terrorized by it. He goes to the diner like normal, and cooks for anyone who shows up--though it isn't many, under the circumstances--and he wipes down tables and mops the floor.

Despite all his experiences at home and in Wonderland with the unexpected, he's still taken off guard by the blinding light shining from the headlamp on his next might-be-diner.

Whether it takes a long time or a short one is a moot point; the outcome is the same either way. It isn't an appetizing sight and the smell is worse: gore with a slight hint of sugar. Souji's body is on the counter, like a carcass on a butcher's cutting board if not for the tiny candy hearts scattered in the blood pooling around him. There are more of them stuffed into and overflowing from Souji's shattered and crushed chest cavity.

Though the dining room is largely still in order, in the kitchen is in disarray. Many of the utensils are missing from their usual places, and although they aren't all easily located, the lesser wounds on Souji's arms and torso make it easy to see what they were used for. In a small, unintentional sort of consolation to whoever happens to find him, his eyes aren't open and staring, though that's only because the blood streaking his face made him squeeze them closed as he died.

It's a much greater, but equally unintentional, consolation to Souji himself that this is his third death and everything will be over by the time he revives.

[breakthecurse]

Tohru has felt very much the same. The diner has always been a safe place for people to go to during events, so she feels it's important to try and keep things going normally and to give people shelter if they need it.

She's been saddened by the deaths though. She knows many of the victims personally, some better than others, and she hasn't been unaffected by them. But, it seems important to continue to work hard and try her best for everyone, for their sake.

So, she heads to the diner for her usual shift. She expects it will be quiet, like it has been the last few days, so she's planning on using the time to prepare Valentine's chocolate for people. They might not be able to be delivered until after the holiday, when this event is over, but it's a good time to get them made and packaged.

When she opens the door though, her stomach sinks. There's a smell she can't quite place, and it's very...quiet. Souji's a quiet person, but the diner is completely silent.

"...Souji? I'm, um. I'm here for my shift. ...Are you here?"

There's no reply.

That's not right. That's not right at all. Something's wrong here. So, Tohru slowly goes into the kitchen and lets out a scream at the sight before her. She covers her mouth hastily, in case the culprit is still nearby, but her eyes start to water and she feels like she's going to be sick.

He's...Souji's...someone cut him open. The room is torn apart and he's laying in a pool of blood. His eyes are shut and he's far too still.

"...Souji? S-Souji?"

His name trembles out of her mouth but he's far too still. She steps backward, slowly. A couple of candy hearts are crushed under her foot.

"...help. I have to..." Another wave of nausea and sorrow hit her, but she chokes most of it back. "...I-I have to get help! Someone!"

And then she turns and she runs. She's not sure where she should be or what she should be doing, but she knows she has to seek help. She can't do this on her own. She can't. Not when Souji's....

Her hurried steps leave faint red footprints behind.