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[aunter]

R E D > You enter the door and find yourself in a glass box, suspended in the sky. Bright blue skies, white fluffy clouds, even birds pass by in the air around you. One look down and you see grass fields and sprawling lakes as far as the eye can see. Some wild horses running across the fields, some cows, just exactly what you'd expect. It's idyllic as fuck. Then the words appear:

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FIRST SPIN

[aunter]

[ Your gift has been given to Alice?.

And then the box begins to crack. Quickly then, splintering all upon the sides, like it was just hit with a hammer.

Then it drops, just a little. Hanging a little askew in the air. Everything begins to slide to the lowest corner of the box but the wheel still hangs.

Sebastian will feel something strange with the tips of his fingers and then, just like that, they all seem to fall off like a butcher knife was brought down upon them. Blood will spill and a few minutes will pass and then another chunk of finger goes. This will keep happening as he's slowly cut to bits until there's nothing left of him. But he has a long time until that happens, he should be... fine. For now.

Peter will open his mouth to breathe and then suddenly, the skin of his face grows over it until his entire mouth just seems to. Disappear. He can probably make a joke about the Matrix now, except he has no mouth to do so anymore.

Jamie will feel sharp pain on his side and if he lifts his shirt, he will find a large bite mark in his torso. Like a large animal, perhaps an alligator has just bitten him. Some of the skin will be missing and it will hurt very much. ]

[wheatcake]

[And Peter is wordlessly scrambling to take off his other glove to use as another tourniquet on Sebastian.]

[lost_first]

[ Jamie's no stranger to an uneven floor; he's a pirate, a sailor, and he's seen his fair share of rough ocean. Jamie grits his teeth as he feels the beast bite in, keeps himself from screaming from the pain, and he knows exactly what that kind of bite is.

He's carted too many corpses not to. Too many boys nearly cut in half from that kind of bite, smaller than he is now. It hurts. It hurts so much, and he only has a little more bandage to use... so he keeps it for later. The mark is large but not too deep, not deep enough that his clothes can't take the blood instead of a bandage. And he'll... handle the pain.

He starts speaking before he looks over to Peter.]

I offered the only bloody thing I have anymore. All that's kept me going through the years.

[ And he can feel the hole there, the loss of it, more than even the crocodile bite.]

Is this 'gift' or-

[ Which is when he sees Peter's situation.]

Fuck.

[cutlery]

[ If Sebastian has been rather unhelpful and on the unemotive side since opening the foul box, it all comes back rather quickly. He straightens in alarm as he feels the sensation of something wrong at his fingertips, and then suddenly, a sort of pain that makes him grit his teeth tightly as he hisses out a low, sharp sound of pain. And, plunk, as fingertips fall towards the ground. He pulls his hand back as he looks with an incredulous kind of fascination at the blood and bone. His voice comes out a harsh, low growl, because as you would expect, this hurts, but the fact that it's so acutely painful is of special note to Sebastian. It's honestly his first hint that like Peter, he's missing part of what he is. ]

So much for statistics.

[ ...It's definitely a good thing that Sebastian is missing that crucial part of himself, though. If he weren't, he would probably be quite a bit more dangerous to his group at the moment. I'm so sorry, personally, that he's like this. ]

What kind of gift could you have possibly received?

[wheatcake]

[Peter points to his mouth, or the lack thereof. Then he makes a talking motion-- like a hand-puppet minus the puppet-- then he points to the wheel. Then, a thumb's up.]

[Then he goes back to trying to help Sebastian.]

[lost_first]

That is no gift.

[ And if it comes out in a frustrated growl, he can't help that. His pale shirt is going to start showing the red of the blood soaking through soon enough, but he'll wave Peter off if he starts trying to take more clothing off to serve as a bandage. He'll be fine. More flesh wounds, things he's familiar with.

He looks to Sebastian.]

I've a leaf in my things. Chewing it helps with the pain. Would you take some?

[cutlery]

[ He allows Peter to help, to only for so long before he'll want to head over to the wheel. ]

It is appreciated, but I shall hold off for now. I have had far worse, though it is not so lingering.

[ He's starting to care far less about his secret at this point, since without Ciel, well. What point is there to hiding it, really? ]

But I hope you will both understand my impatience. Are we still continuing assuming we all have to play this foul game?

[wheatcake]

[Peter shakes his head, shrugs, and makes a very embarrassing display of himself as he does what looks like trying to walk up the surface of the box. His feet don't stick, though, and he ends up unbalanced.]

[The thing about his powers is... he's lost them. But he's been doing this for years. Muscle memory counts for a lot.]

[Witness the New York jumping spider launch himself up, grabbing for the wheel and spinning it as his body whirls around with it.]

[Speaking of statistics, that's unlikely.]

[He thinks of the only thing he has left. The memories of his parents? No, they can't be that important, he can still remember them. He gives up the feeling of everyone he loves, whoever they are, he gives up the memory of their love and support.]

[aunter]

oh boy 🤔
that's interesting
ok pls decide on your gift as i wait for the other team to spin!!
thank you 🙇

[cutlery]

[ You know, there's no real way to expect how this goes down, so, for a moment, Sebastian forgets the rather brutal pain in his fingers as he watches someone jump into a wall and then spin away with the entire wheel. There's a certain level of odd behavior he can expect in a dire situation, but.

what the fuck

It's as he stares in baffled amazement that the wheel lands on the option it does. He opens his mouth to say something to the strange display he's just witnessed, but all that comes out is— ]

Ah.

[ Understated, sure, but it's at least quickly followed by clutching his hand tightly as the next knuckle goes. Bye fingers :( ]

[wheatcake]

[Peter raises his hands, like, what more do you want from me? Before remembering his feet no longer stick to surfaces. He goes tumbling back to the ground. He slides down the uneven surface of their little box.]

[In the air, he makes a circular motion with his hand, then an X over his face. Everyone but me.]

[lost_first]

...well, if you were lookin' for a way to break it, I think you might have.

[ He's less surprised about the whole trying to walk up a wall, failing, and bouncing around like a madman. That might have something to do with the fact that most of his life was spent around young boys who would try to walk up a tree just because it took their fancy or another of them dared them to. ]

...any thoughts on stopping him falling apart?

[ That comes with a point to Sebastian.]

[wheatcake]

[He looks to Sebastian, extremely worried. Looking back to Hook, he makes a sewing motion with his hands, though the way it ends in a shrug, he's not entirely confident.]

[cutlery]

[ Through gritted teeth: ]

If there were even anything to sew with. But considering I have just lost more of my hand, I would say it would be a wasted effort.

[lost_first]

[ He sighs and takes off his coat, which... shows just how much of a bite was taken out of him on the white linen of his shirt, but there's nothing for it. Once the coat is off, he offers it.]

Wrap your wrists up tight in it. Restrict the blood a little more.

[ And then he turns to the wheel.]

And best you get the wheel spun before you've no more hand to do it with.