CRAZY EVENT DAY 3 SHENANIGINS

[sharpasafawkes]

[It's getting late, you're probably out (but hey, some of you could be safe and warm at home), and aside from the crazy people out, it's pretty much business as normal.

Which means it can be pretty easy to miss the sound of someone else around, or the footsteps that trail off and then come again]

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[sharpasafawkes]

[Yeahhhh, there comes in shaun, and he just sighs]

God, it's the same thing over again, isn't it?

[scanninggaydis]

[You know, actually, a broom handle is really a terrible crutch when your arms are broken.

He's just. Holding onto it, awkwardly, leaning heavily on his right leg, bone white and trembling.]

[sharpasafawkes]

Oh give it up, you know what's coming, we've been through this at least a hundred times.

[scanninggaydis]

We haven't.

[His voice is weak, and that's partially the pain and partially because he's getting that arguing is pretty much useless. It's not really even Shaun in there right now.]

[sharpasafawkes]

[Damn right it isn't, especially as he brings up the knife for a stab]

See you in an hour.

[scanninggaydis]

[He's almost too exhausted to try dodging...but even when he does, it's pretty ineffectual.

Except try more like...24, Shaun. Gonna be a long wait, buddy.]

[sharpasafawkes]

[ Fuck.

The first hour goes as normal, tied up again and waiting for that sharp gasp of breath and fear. To see him bound even tighter and realizing it. Because that's how it always goes down.

But then an hour crawls by and another, and shaun just adds on rope and gripping the bar ever tighter because no, why aren't the wounds healing? Why aren't his eyes opening? Why won't he wake?

By the fifth hour he's cursing, by the tenth he's come back at least three times, by the twentieth he's screaming at the corpse to wake up and quit hiding, and by the twenty fourth he's only watching, waiting for either breath to come or decay to set in]

[scanninggaydis]

[Finally, FINALLY, the breath does come, and it IS sharp, and he's almost immediately struggling but the ropes are so tight and how could this possibly get worse BUT IT DID.

Oh, yeah, and his arms are fine now, but, uh....that leg seems to want to stay broken. And the bruise from being backhanded. (And, if one cared to take a look, the bruise on his ribs and wherever that bone is cracked, and his shoulder.........)]

--Gods, oh gods no....

[sharpasafawkes]

How did you do that? That's not the way it goes. You die, then you come back and I have to keep killing you until I get out-

-think of what to do next.

[scanninggaydis]

[He's definitely missing that slip, because he's just struggling and trembling and still mostly out of it and his leg still hurts]

...not again...

[sharpasafawkes]

[He's real close, and sounds almost apologetic.]

I'm sorry but... you just need to not be around anymore. It'd be better for everyone, and I won't-

It's just been so awful since you've come about. I've only just begun to be able to sleep through the night, and sometimes I swear I still can't feel that bit on my back. What if another spot like the world eater comes back round and we need to head down here? I can't face it again with you here.

But don't go about it like you did, you can't just stay dead that long. Either come back quickly or stop being about, yeah? Don't make it even worse for us.

[scanninggaydis]

What...what are you even talking about. I didn't do anything to you. I didn't...who do you think I am?

[because even though his head is fuzzy, it's...it's kind of clear that there SOMETHING to Shaun's crazy]

[sharpasafawkes]

[A kind of shushing noise]

It's okay, you're not being done in by him, come on, focus, don't see Cesare, see me.

[scanninggaydis]

[....oh gods this is a different kind of crazy altogether wtf]

I do see you, Shaun.

[sharpasafawkes]

Right then, that's good, that's very good. now I think I've got it all sorted. You just need to kill yourself.

[scanninggaydis]

[SHARP FRAKKING INTAKE OF BREATH]

No.

[sharpasafawkes]

See? This is exactly what I mean about being difficult. Clearly I did something wrong when I killed you, so you just... need to do it yourself.

[scanninggaydis]

What, are you going to make me?

[sharpasafawkes]

We all know it's best.

[scanninggaydis]

No. No, "we" don't know that.

[sharpasafawkes]

Yes we do. Look at you, you've gone all wrong, even camp can't put you back together again properly.

I've still got the gun. Just... agree to it, so I don't have to live with you anymore.

[scanninggaydis]

I'll come back.

[and oh, hey, it's like there's some extra heat and disgust at that idea]

You know it wouldn't be permanent, what's the point?

[sharpasafawkes]

The point is that you'll never cause me any problems again! I just want a normal life where I don't need to worry if you'll come about and ruin everything! I was just starting to feel better off, and you come sauntering back into my life and make a mess of it all!

And no, there's got to be something we're not doing right! There's got to be some way to make it stick.

[scanninggaydis]

Who do you think I am?

[sharpasafawkes]

Don't give me that bit, we both know it's not going to work!