TRAUMAPROM

[rootless]

[One moment, you're chatting, eating, or trying to find a way out of this strange garden. The next? The whole world seems to spin around you, colors blazing and swirling, sound muffled—it feels like you're going to faint—

. . .

Seconds later, it's over.

And you're somewhere else entirely. It looks like you're trapped inside a dome of frosted glass; nobody can see in, you can't see out, and should you try to break it, the only thing your efforts will earn you is a bruise.

It's a small space, which you're sharing with one other person—perhaps they're very, very special to you, perhaps they're not. Either way, other than them, all you'll be able to find is a long, sharp knife, and a vial labelled with naught more than a skull and crossbones.]

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Comments

[restorefromsave]

[Wow what the fuck. ]

....

[rootless]

--Shit.

[restorefromsave]

... That's a good enough summary of the situation.

[rootless]

Gimme a sec.

[to do something utterly useless, is the unsaid implication, but he's ramming into the glass with earthshattering force anyway]

[restorefromsave]

[He waits, watching Tree's efforts and looking around the room for any possible means of escape. He knows there isn't one but still.]

[rootless]

[stops when it's evident that he's only hurting himself, hunkering down in the center of the dome]

Fuck, fuck, fuck--

[restorefromsave]

[Approaches Tempest, touches his shoulder gently.]

Hey.

[rootless]

[....ugh, leans his head against Sion's arm.]

Hey.

[restorefromsave]

I'm going to say something upsetting.

[Tugs Tree into a gentle hug.]

[rootless]

[shuts up, t e n s e]

[restorefromsave]

I haven't been planning on living for a while, Tempest.

Decision

[restorefromsave]

Re: Decision

[restorefromsave]

OOC:

Sion is offering
-A year's service to Vanessa (2/10)
-ALL of his skills (9/10)
-All of his memories (10/10)

Sion will be the one to die if they're refused.

Re: Decision

[rootless]

OOC:

Tsuyu is offering
-A year's service to Vanessa (3/10)
-Every one of his skills except healing (8/10)

[infiniteregress]

Hmm . . . I'm afraid that you've been outbid. You have ten minutes, or I'll take matters into my own hands.

[You have ten minutes to decide how to die and to put that plan into action! When that time runs out, water will begin to trickle in the room from the floor, faster and faster and faster—after ten more minutes, the room will be completely flooded. The person chosen to survive will instinctively know that they won't have any trouble breathing.

Once the person slated to die is dead, their body will vanish, and the water will recede. With a sickening lurch, the survivor will find themselves back in the garden, with the corpse of their partner nearby.]

((Here))

[restorefromsave]

[...Ah.]

[Just going to hold Tempest's hand tightly a moment, thinking.]

[rootless]

[ARE YOU SURE THAT WAS WISE BECAUSE IT'LL BE HELLA HARD TO THINK WITH THIS CACOPHONY OF NONONONONONONONONONO RATTLING AROUND IN YOUR HEAD...]

[restorefromsave]

[Oh. Okay apparently thinking is not an option.]

Tempest...

[rootless]

[tugging his hand away, breaking skin contact, and huddles into a ball of distress pressed against Sion's side, half-losing his form.]

[restorefromsave]

[Oh no. Hugs him tightly.]

I'm sorry.

[rootless]

Don't worry about me right now-!

[restorefromsave]

You're the one I'm worried about most right now.

[rootless]

You're the one who's going to die!!

[restorefromsave]

Tempest.

[He holds Tempest's head in his hands.]

I love you, I love you so much. And I'm sorry.

[rootless]

[again with the whole are you sure you want to touch him right now because he feels really deeply]