[WELL NO ONE IS GOING TO CONTACT THE MAINTENANCE MAN FOR THIS ASSHOLE... BUT THERE SURE IS A DEAD BODY IN THE BAR. he got stabbed in the midsection, so there's a lot of blood.]
Oh dear. It seems as though someone has made a mess.
[ Maintenance Man is picking Zenos up by the back of his collar (or. whatever he has around there) and is pulling him towards the elevator. He touches a very special button, and... well. It doesn't matter to a dead man, right? He doesn't need a description, does he?
It will hurt, but he's free to "wake up" now. It's a dark room with what looks to be a screen on one side, glowing faintly. Do you know how a weather forecast screen looks, on the news? It's like that, but everywhere is covered in dark clouds, and only glimpses of "land" are visible beyond them. It's a repeating animation of swirling, turbulent clouds. There's not a lot of light coming from it.
He's in a simple chair in the middle of the room, still very heavily injured. Like, if he's not treated very soon, he's just going to die again. And Maintenance Man is standing between him and the weather forecast screen.
There are no doors. There are no windows. It's just Zenos and the staff. ]
[this is the third time zenos woken up from death, and it's unlike the other two times--largely because he's in so much pain, and barely holding on. he coughs up some blood as he takes a breath, acutely feeling the damage to his organs, a wheezing sound escaping his lungs]
Blood is so messy. But it does seem as though... that is what it is to be, today.
[ He's pulling out a prickly-looking crown of roses. It's metallic and black, the flowers are fake, and every thorn on it (of which there are many) looks as sharp as a razor. Just looking at this thing should prick your finger. Maintenance Man is fine, though. ]
Well, it isn't a copious amount, at least. If you are agreeable, I will lay this upon your head, from which it will stay until it has drunk its fill of you. Which, in turn, will heal you perfectly. If you do not...
...
Well, you'll die again and we will repeat this conversation over and over and over until the end of time.
There may be some side effects, but I do promise that it will perform its job well, and you will be fine afterwards.
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Day 3 afternoon
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[ Maintenance Man is picking Zenos up by the back of his collar (or. whatever he has around there) and is pulling him towards the elevator. He touches a very special button, and... well. It doesn't matter to a dead man, right? He doesn't need a description, does he?
It will hurt, but he's free to "wake up" now. It's a dark room with what looks to be a screen on one side, glowing faintly. Do you know how a weather forecast screen looks, on the news? It's like that, but everywhere is covered in dark clouds, and only glimpses of "land" are visible beyond them. It's a repeating animation of swirling, turbulent clouds. There's not a lot of light coming from it.
He's in a simple chair in the middle of the room, still very heavily injured. Like, if he's not treated very soon, he's just going to die again. And Maintenance Man is standing between him and the weather forecast screen.
There are no doors. There are no windows. It's just Zenos and the staff. ]
Greetings, esteemed guest.
Re: Day 3 afternoon
Where...
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[ He's lifting his mop, and shaking it. Then, he reaches into it as though it's a bag?? ]
I'll bring you back to life, but there is a price to be paid.
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If it is... a price of blood... you require, then... you shall be... well... compensated...
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Blood is so messy. But it does seem as though... that is what it is to be, today.
[ He's pulling out a prickly-looking crown of roses. It's metallic and black, the flowers are fake, and every thorn on it (of which there are many) looks as sharp as a razor. Just looking at this thing should prick your finger. Maintenance Man is fine, though. ]
Well, it isn't a copious amount, at least. If you are agreeable, I will lay this upon your head, from which it will stay until it has drunk its fill of you. Which, in turn, will heal you perfectly. If you do not...
...
Well, you'll die again and we will repeat this conversation over and over and over until the end of time.
There may be some side effects, but I do promise that it will perform its job well, and you will be fine afterwards.
Re: Day 3 afternoon
Why... did you... revive me...?
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Is something I do not get paid enough for. You should simply consider living in order to find things that have meaning... probably.
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I will... take the... crown.
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[ delicately placing the horrible thing upon his head. ]