Thursday, December 16, 2021: Somewhere in the Bering Sea, 10PM
The stagnant yellow-white light of the ship’s interior gently hummed above them as Dr. Kelley fastidiously organised his tools.
“How did you get shot?” Dr. Kelley asked Josie as she lay on the gurney, one bloodstained hand pressed over the gunshot wound on her side.
“Is that fucking relevant right now?!” she yelled back, before wincing and collapsing back down on the gurney. A small hiss of pain escaping her lips.
“I suppose not,” Kelley replied, as he pulled surgical gloves on. “But it’s interesting it took someone so long to try this don’t you think?”
“Fuck you!” There was a clatter as a mug was thrown across the room, causing the doctor to duck.
“Okay, not the time for musings like that I get it.”
If Josie could have, she would have ripped the doctor’s face off his skull. She was angry about a few things, firstly, the fact she had been shot by one of the kids, which was proving to be as painful as it was unbelievable. Secondly, that she hadn’t been allowed to skin the kid who had done it. Her collar had been blown, she’d been told by Parker as they’d loaded her onto the boat, but there was no satisfaction in that. No real punishment for what had been done, the kid had been able to die with some satisfaction knowing they’d killed one of them and wounded another. It was hard to send a message with a regular collar explosion.
“All I can do for you is some painkillers and bandages,” Kelley announced, which made Josie wonder why exactly he had been taking so long getting ready.
“You’re some fucking help aren’t you,” she snarled from her position on the gurney, causing the doctor to take a step back, lest she try to grab him, which in fairness, she was tempted to do.
“I think you’ll find it beneficial either way,” the doctor said before turning to load up his syringe. “Your wound isn’t immediately lethal, but removing the bullet fragments and stitching you back up would require a surgery that we’re not equipped to handle.” As he was speaking the door opened and two new figures entered the room. One was Abby, who looked both tired and concerned. Josie wasn’t sure what shift she’d have been off but it was possible that she had been asleep when everything happened. The other was Greynolds, who bore the same satisfied smirk he always seemed to sport.
“Well, congrats Josie,” he said, sliding up to the gurney and standing over her, gazing down at her wound with a sort of distant interest, like one might watch a bug after their wings had been ripped off. “You’re the first person in ten years to get kablamo’d by one of the students. Well, actually I suppose you’re the second, Haskins was the first.”
“Thanks for the update.” Josie grumbled, wincing as Dr. Kelley suddenly stuck the syringe in her arm.
“You know me,” Greynolds said, leaning over her further, “Always interested in fun facts.” Then he took a step back to lean on a counter. “It was Lily Larsen by the way, number 58, if you were curious. Got you and Haskins with a PSG1, the one we gave her for winning the best kill award, so a bit of an oopsie on our end.”
“Thank you for the sympathy,” Josie deadpanned as Kelley wrapped her side in bandages to stem the bleeding.
“Well, it could have been much worse for you Josie,” Greynolds said, standing from where he had been leaning on the side to move around and behind the doctor. “Much worse.”
As his eyes passed over her, Josie suddenly realised that Greynolds wasn’t merely visiting to check on her health.
“You fucked up a bit here, huh?” he asked in a tone that made clear that he wouldn’t be accepting answers. “That some of you weren’t on lookout, and that some of you were just lying around like hibernating bears. It’s like you were asking to be spotted and attacked, so as far as I was concerned.”
“That’s Parker’s fault,” Josie began, “He was supposed to be–”
Suddenly Greynolds hit her with a two fingered jab to her wound, making Josie cry out and attempt to push him away. He caught her wrist. Abby’s eyes widened and she took a step forward but stopped when Greynolds turned to face her, the grin never leaving his face.
“Don’t piss on my leg and tell me it’s rain. You’re a bad liar,” Greynolds chided Josie, turning his head back to her, grinding and pushing his fingers harder into the bandages. “I know not to have you testify in court, or give any reports to Tracen I suppose.”
Josie held his gaze for a moment before dropping her head, not saying a word.
“Anyway,” he said, tossing her arm away and resuming his position leaning on the counter. “Abby is going to be going with you off-site. You’re going to be airlifted to a medical facility in Alaska, or at least nearish one. There’s a car there filled with hunting equipment and Abby’s going to drive you to the hospital. She'll explain to the doctors that you were shot in a hunting accident, because you’re a silly little bear. There’s also going to be some bills stored under the driver’s seat of the car, these funds are specifically so you can tip the medical staff for their help and discretion, as you were out hunting illegally, so don’t go spending it on hooch. Once the surgery or whatever other medical assistance you need has been tended to, you and Abby will drive out of town, burn out the car, and then charter flights to our agreed end-of-game meeting point, where we’ll meet you once this shindig is over. Abby already got your things from your quarters so don’t worry about that.”
He leaned in and Josie instinctively leaned back away from him but Greynolds merely pinched her cheek, leaving a bloody smudge behind.
“And please try not to bleed out on our floors.”
Then without another word, he turned and departed from the room.
Friday, December 17th, 2021: Undisclosed Location, 9AM
Tracen sat at the desk reading over his notes, eyes resting on the final, most problematic entry on the death entry. He tapped his pen lightly against his mug as he mulled over both the information on his list and what been presented in the report. His brow furrowed as he considered his options, then he stood up and moved to the door, opening it and looking out into the corridor where Cecily was stood, leaning against the wall.
“Cecily, go get Sonia for me. I want to speak to her right after this.”
Cecily looked over to him and brushed some hair away from her eyes.
“Sonia?” she asked, eyes narrowing, trying to figure out what the play was. “Not-”
“No, not Jimmy,” Tracen replied waving away the question. “I want Sonia,” He stopped, thinking for a moment. “And also Rai,”
“Ok…” Cecily mumbled as she made her way down the corridor.
Returning to his seat in the office Tracen picked up his pen and resumed tapping it against the mug then pressed the button to begin the announcement.
“Hello children! Here we are again, as you all move closer and closer to the finale of our little game and I suppose the season if you like to split things up like that. Not that it makes any difference to me, but that’s not why we’re here right now. As I am once again joining you to give you an update on the results of the previous day and let you know how much closer you are to the end.
“So without further ado, let’s begin with a rare double kill where the kills were simultaneous as Kitty Graves blew up Darryl Smith Jr. and Richard Buster Jr. proving once again that the power of friendship doesn’t work here.
“Then after that, in a lovely reenactment of Vertigo, Adam Lader met his end as Salem Fox pushed him down the clock tower. A very enterprising young man is that Salem.”
As Tracen paused to take a sip of his coffee, the door opened slightly and Sonia stuck her head in, signaling a question of if he wanted he wanted her to wait outside. Tracen gave her a thumbs up in reply before continuing.
“After that, we had a return of a previous killer as Jezzie Stark shot Kathleen Vozelnik, but luckily there was an open grave for her to fall into. What a wonderful way to save and recycle.
“Next, we have Lily Larsen, who made the silly decision to break our rules and was suitably punished for it, which meant her neck went kaboom.
"Finally, another one of you decided to break the rules, although this one seemed to be a case of opting out as Dawn Montgomery hung around too long in a danger zone, and we all know what the result of that is.
“And that is it for deaths, things are slowing down a bit but I’ll let you off as we’re getting closer to the end. So instead we’ll move onto Danger Zones so that we can keep this thing moving along smoothly. The new places you’ll be unable to go are the Research Lab and Listening Station. Things are thinning out now, so don’t be surprised if you start bumping into people, after all, what’s a finale without reunions.
“And that leaves us with our Best Kill Winner, Katelyn Graves! Head on over to the Listening Station and you’ll be able to find your prize of a cheese pizza, a liter of cola and, as you are well familiar with, a new weapon.
“And that’s it for today, so–”
Suddenly a loud explosion came over the speakers and from the island could faintly be heard echoing out on the sea.
“What the hell was that? Sonia! Get in here!”
With that the speakers went dead and the island fell into an eerie silence.
DAY ELEVEN: FRIDAY, DECEMBER 17, 2021
Weather: The weather has remained calm, with the snowfall stopping entirely and the wind dying down. The high is around 35 degrees F, 2 degrees C in the morning with a low of 30 F, -1 degree C, in the evening once the sun has gone down. The sun rises at 9:14AM and sets at 3:17 PM. The wind is consistent throughout the day and building to 10mph leading into the evening before leveling off and slowing down throughout the night. The moon is still in the waxing gibbous stage.
Here are the rolls for this set:
1. Alexander Hawthorne (Dogs231)
2. Katelyn “Kitty” Graves (VoltTurtle)
3. Jezzie Stark (AnimeNerd)
4. Anthony Jones (Rattlesnake)
Finally, congratulations to our BDA Winner Fiori for the death of Lilly Larsen! Your quote nomination thread will be up shortly!
Please remember that there are three days for cards and for regular posting to wrap up for threads that are now in danger zones and a further seven days for leaving posts.
Characters slotted to die at the end of the 72-hour card period have an additional NINE days to die before they and their killer become ineligible for the Best Kill and Best Death Awards for this rolls cycle.
Any characters who have not died by the BKA/BDA deadline of the next rolls cycle will be taken over by SOTF_Help in order to complete their deaths.
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