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One for all, you'll find us dead by daylight.

the dead by daylight meme

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CAMPFIRE

WAKE UP - You open your eyes to a world that isn't yours. Trees and grass stretch out past the clearing you've found yourself in; the only distinguishing feature is the campfire in the center, and the other people waking up alongside you. Welcome to Hell.

MEND - Some of you are new, unfamiliar. Others have been through this enough to make it routine. Either way, there are bloodied and battered survivors of the trials here with you - and a few beaten medkits with antiseptics and sutures. Get to work, doc.

REPAIR - The people that escape the trials are usually worse for the wear - and that's to say nothing of the things they bring with them. Scour the campgrounds for something to take with you. Who knows what you'll find?

CLEANSE - The time has come. The survivors have been chosen, and the killer watches from the shadows. One final moment remains - an offering to the fire, to burn in the hopes of something happening. What will you choose?

THE KILLER'S REALM

HIDE - Only the Entity knows how you've found your way here, to another killer's realm. In their own home, your best chance at survival is hiding and waiting it out. But remember: you can't hide forever.

KICK - The trials come and go, and the Entity's influence with them. But sometimes a little extra gets left after the trial. If this is your home, it falls on you to fix it. And if not, you should probably offer - especially with the hooks still out.

DISARM - Like it or not, this is where killers hold their greatest power. Regardless of who you are or were, you're at their mercy now. But maybe if you're on your best behavior, it doesn't have to end today...

SABOTAGE - Finding your way into a killer's realm outside a trial isn't something that happens every day. Maybe you should make a few changes for the next group that comes through here - as long as you aren't spotted.

THE TRIAL

CHASE - The trial has begun, a game of cat and mouse outside of time and space. Killers, your job is to stop the survivors before they can repair the generators and power the exit. Survivors, your job is to not die. Any questions?

HOOK - The Entity needs suffering, and you're its next meal. You've been strung up like the sack of meat you are, waiting for a death that inches closer. If you're lucky, perhaps someone will get you down before you bleed out - or before something worse happens.

KILL - The trials follow a certain pattern, a ritual script. But sometimes, a killer has other plans. And if they do, the only option left for survivors is to pray.

ESCAPE - The gates are open. And even if the killer blocks the path, there are always other ways. Just remember: whatever you do, don't stop running.

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[ survivor! sneaky, malcontent, kind of a weapon, open to anything (esp/incl. canonblind!) ]

Edited 2023-03-30 00:45 (UTC)

[ Canon survivor, happy to do a killer AU if ppl want to fuck around, or to handhold canonblind characters, feel free 2 come 4 me ]

Edited 2023-03-30 00:46 (UTC)

( a survivor. open to all cr, here. )

[ They all made it out but one; Haddie knew the moment she had it's attention that she wasn't going to lose the creeping dark in time to escape. Now that they're out of trial, wandering through low fog, heads clearing, James can remind himself that sometimes that's what it takes: one sacrifice.

[ The reminder doesn't seem to calm David down. He lurches away from James' hand on his arm, marches ahead with a sharp sniff that doesn't hide much of anything. James scrapes his eyes clear of tears and turns back, looking for their third-- ]

Alice.

[ She's a few yards behind, looking as bad as any of them for the near miss with the Dredge. James slows his steps, reaches a hand back for her. ] Are you hurt?

( It’s not fair.

Nothing about their condition is, true, but it’s especially unfair whenever one of them gets left behind. Alice knows as well as the other two that it happens, sometimes, that it’s inevitable, but it does little to calm her down.

Her chest hurts and not just from the memory of the wound she was mended for after they’d unhooked her. Useless. Absolutely useless. A feeling of guilt over Haddie’s fate washes over her like a tidal wave and, not unlike the two men ahead of her, Alice has to clear her eyes to keep seeing through the foggy surface all around.

Her mind is reeling; a nasty whisper creeps up from the back of her neck, a chastising voice reminding her of their collective shortcomings and please please, shut up— )

— I’ll be fine.

( But for all Alice claims to fear nothing, her hand reaches out for James’ in blind search of that small, selfish bit of solace that all of them desperately need. She picks up her pace to move alongside him, but she can’t bear to look him in the eye, lest the tears become too apparent. )

… Was there really no other way?

Edited (Sad sad typo) 2023-03-30 13:32 (UTC)

[ He waits a little while to see if she turns towards him, but no such need today. He squeezes her hand surely. ]

I dunno. Maybe there was, but-- [ His cheeks puff with a heavy sigh, and he nods ahead of them to David's low hunch getting farther and farther away. ] --I think that if he didn't see a way, there probably wasn't one.

I could have… ( Could have what? Stayed behind? This has been brought up before and Alice knows it’s not the answer to the issue. It would have resulted in two deaths, rather than just one. So she cuts herself off, sniffling miserably and wiping her tears with her free hand.

Once, back when she’d just started, she would have withdrawn from his gesture altogether and run off ahead on her own; now, she finds herself bumping her arm against James’, gripping his hand a little tighter for comfort. ) I thought we were doing well, you know? At first. But that thing… It- It scared me. I don’t want to go up against it again.

[ newcomer. terribly useless in most regards, and mouthy af. unfamiliar with the canon ( another reason for newcomer choice ) but keen for dark settings. ]

( can do both killer and survivor (honestly I'm shocked that the title isn't already used for the former) -

killer: known as the revenant, she stalks the survivors using shadow walk and viciously attacks with knives and a police baton from her mortal days.

survivor: her revenant powers have been nerfed to hell (whoops), but she still has some tricks up her sleeve to outrun and outwit any killers. a bit standoffish but still willing to help out. )

[ survivor, although i have a killer au already written for you if you wanna just get fuckin punched to death by some guy. ]

[ canonly a killer, but i can do a tasty lil survivor au for you if you want. ]

[ i have a halfassed dbd au already but long story short, demon dad is here as a killer and terry has responded to that by studying the masters of looping to become the biggest pain in the ass possible. ]

((OH HEY THERE, would you be interested in running sth straight, or do you want to play with any kind of AU??))

((OOC: I'm up for most anything, but I would love, love, *love* to run a bit where this dangerous tenant shows up, lurking in the shadows beyond the light from the campfire.))

[Definitely here for survivor shenanigans with her.]

[ Word has trickled in from trials that the police station evidence room seems to have taken a dip into another dimension; it's full of case materials. Anything that could be taken off an arrested person could be in those neatly labeled banker's boxes, and who knows--if that room is restocked, anywhere else could be. They have to go root around.

[ Kaitlyn has been on her own for about twenty minutes connected only to their surveillance team by an outdated little smartphone, but Quentin doesn't contact her that way. He makes a trip back down to the evidence room, knocks lightly to announce his presence, and comes in with his hands open: a proposal. ]

So here's my question: do you ever get tired of being nice? Do you ever, like...just wanna go apeshit?

[Survivor.]

[One very terrified Survivor (but at least she's good at healing).]

[ hello cousins

quick notes: a support survivor, sends letters via postdog throughout the map for buffs, has a very special letter that shows the hatch for the last survivor on the map.

would like to play a campfire option for now! if you want another option, please feel free to hit me up. he is mute, but am willing to handwave him picking up some device capable of text to speech somewhere along the way. ]

Edited 2023-03-30 06:39 (UTC)

[ Surviving is great. Being the last person on the first sucks. If it came down to dying or being the last person left, he would rather die. But Quentin doesn't like to make a policy of making any killer's job easier, and his survival instinct won't let him just roll over.

[ A little help never hurts either.

[ Out of forest, Quentin comes not quite limping--but not quite walking either. He lumbers. Everything is sore. Everyone is dead. But he's still moving towards the fire. One hand is clamped over his mouth, the other around a crumpled letter--a map. In his elbow, clutched to his side, the wiggling messenger Wick. Quentin crouches stiffly to put Wick down safely when they make it into the ring of light around the fire. The dog scrambles to Victor--and Quentin shakes the message towards them both, nods.

[ Thanks for the help.

[ He'd say it out loud, but there's no missing the blood eking through his fingers as he drifts towards the communal supply stash. A helping hand wouldn't be awry! ]

Good.

[ That's the only word Victor can come up with before the snapping, shaking hysteria eats up the rest. Half of them remain. Less than four. More than zero.

He's not the type to be able to speak above a whisper - he's shocked on days he can hear himself - so he scrambles to his feet instead, getting a shoulder under Quentin's arm and supporting him the ring of light, easing him down onto a sheet they'd put down as a group at the start. He puts his lips together and whistles a heel, down to Wick, who scrambles to a place near the campfire, licking her chops as she drops heavily onto the coat he left behind there. Good girl.

His hands are shaking too much from the ghost of the adrenaline and the tension of not being alone, so he doesn't get the strange device that speaks aloud for him from his pocket just yet. Instead, he gets on a knee where Quentin comes to the rest, retrieves the box with gauze and bandages they have left, and swallows hard before putting a rag over Quentin's mouth, catching whatever leaks out next. Come, now. Just enough words to get through this. ]

Where? Here?

[ He reaches out and, without thinking, taps Quentin's chest before darting his hand away again. Where's the bleeding coming from? If it's internal, there's not much that can be done, but he can clean up the rest. ]

[ Close, Victor can hear that there's no wheezing, no moaning or bubbling to indicate a wound inside. Maybe some bruising, but when Quentin lifts his hand to press that rag there instead, it shows off the shreds of his mouth: four blades dragged over his face, three splitting both his lips, one just dragging over his jaw. He raises both eyebrows apologetically. Here.

[ His nose wrinkles as he pulls out his phone. Let's make this easy: ]

Can you stitch?

[ Ah. So neither of them are in a position to chat. Victor nods almost too enthusiastically in response, feeling the adrenaline subside much more quickly than he'd expected. He turns to a smaller box in the pile, pulls out the suture kit, and begins setting the parts out, placing aside the alcohol and needle carefully. (He's not sure what modern science goes into sanitation, but the others had worked themselves up about following the directions exactly, and he isn't one to argue their judgment.)

He motions them both into closer sitting positions, wets another clean rag with the clear alcohol, puts his fingers to the other's cheekbone, and starts cleaning the wounds until he really has no choice but to press onto them. There is no other way to make sure they're clean. Sorry, he mouths, working quickly, thoroughly. Then he retrieves the needle, and... well... begins the neat task of suturing. This will have to be done three more times.

He doesn't fear losing his own nerve at the sight of blood; he's always been the goal-oriented sort. He just hopes that Quentin isn't under any undue suffering. ]

[ Undue is a tough call to make, but at the very least, Quentin sits well for the pain. At a certain point, flinching and wiggling doesn't feel like a shelter anymore. The steadier he is, the better a job Victor can do, so he breathes deep and slow, one eye turned sideways and the other closed to keep from crying over the mess. But he's still for as long as he can manage.

[ Unfortunately, he can't manage too long. One gash stitched, Quentin grabs for his bag while Victor threads the needle for the next go around, fishing quick for a pencil and ragged notebook. He can't type while this it happening, but writing--he can manage some messy writing with one eye. ]

Thanks
Saved my life
Wick is SO SMART

[ Victor's hands don't shake as much as he thought they would. Something about people currently being safe, but not directly beholden to him is calming in its distance.

He wipes some of the moisture from his eyes with the back of his wrist and blinks a little before he realizes that Quentin's writing a message. For him. Oh! Vincent brightens, nodding, then - well, she's just settled, but -

He purses his lips, whistles again, and looks over at Wick, tilting his head in Quentin's direction. She hoists herself to her feet, shuffles over to where Quentin's sitting, and settles at the patient's side, closing her eyes comfortably. She is now within petting distance.

Vincent, in the meantime, fumbles the device from his pocket, taps out a reply. ]

That you still live is more than thanks enough.

Wick was formerly the companion of a friend of mine.
I haven't the slightest idea what he could have done to raise such an intelligent, well-mannered creature, but I wish I could thank him.
She means the world to me.

[Survivor. Except instead of obeying the rules he just starts trying to kill the killers back. Alternatively can be a heavily brainwashed killer.]

[ Fighting back honestly doesn't sound like such a bad idea and Katara's been considering it herself - the problem is the killer is clearly familiar with the area while Katara very much is not. She's at a disadvantage, and her time has been better spent healing others who have been injured in their escape attempts. Especially since she has no idea how to get those damn generators running.

She recognizes Damian from her hiding spot among the shadows of a small copse of trees from the brief meeting at the campfire with the others brought here before they were forced to scatter, which is why she hisses out a call to him. ]

Hey, not that way!

[ Not unless he was trying to get caught. ]

[He will eternally curse the entity for any number of reasons, but if anything solidifies his desire to find it's weakness and slaughter it, it's the fact that they take away his equipment before letting him loose on these. So currently, he has to kill a chainsaw wielding maniac with his bare hands.

Which he'll do happily. But with his equipment he could incapacitate the killer without breaking the spirit of his own promise. His father will have to get over the grey area here.

He turns very briefly to Katara, levelling her with a flat stare.]

Stay hidden and stay quiet if you want to survive. This game will be over in the next minute.

[He can see across the way, his prey is chasing another of the survivors. She's evading him for now, but she'll be on the hook before long.]

[ Katara's waterskin was emptied out too - either just to be an ass or because whoever took her here was well aware of what she could do with it. It's meant needing to draw water from the air, the plants, and there's very little of those. It's dry as hell in this forest and there doesn't seem to be any natural water source anywhere that she's been able to find.

Can't risk making ice daggers if you might need the water for healing more.

The waterskin wasn't taken though, even if it was emptied, so she's been able to gather up what she's been using to hold onto.

Her back goes up instantly at Damian's words, but either he knows what he's doing or he's going to be in desperate need of a rescue in the next minute, himself. Either way -

Katara instead straightens up and jogs out of her hiding spot to join Damian. ]

If you're going to fight him you shouldn't do it alone.

[ Survivor with more moxy than skill please help. ]

[ Survivor. Open to all prompts but love the campfire prompts and Disarm and Chase. ]

[ ghostface legendary skin let's go ]

_{[Survivor with mostly healing perks]}

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One for all, you'll find us dead by daylight.

Nea Karlsson | dead by daylight

Quentin Smith | dead by daylight x nightmare on elm

daryl dixon | twd | ota.

adriana imai (the skull merchant) | dead by daylight | ota.

alice liddell • american mcgee's alice • ota

let's get crazy: post-trial escape

Let’s gooo 🖤

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Jesse Copper Brown | moritat

Yelena Belova | MCU | OTA

deandra "dean" albrecht | original character | ota

david king || dead by daylight

julie kostenko (the legion) || dead by daylight

terrance ward || marvel 616

steve harrington | stranger things

frank morrison | dead by daylight

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Albert "The Mastermind" Wesker / Dead by Daylight: Project W / OTA

Kaitlyn Ka | The Quarry

Killers Realm: Sabotage

Laura Kearney | The Quarry

Liora (Human AU) | Flight Rising

Victor Grantz | Identity V

campfire: mend

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Damian Wayne | DC Comics

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Ava Moreno Reyes | OC (Changeling the Lost)

Meg Thomas ↯ Dead by Daylight

huntress. dead by daylight.

nancy wheeler | dead by daylight x stranger things

john constantine | dc comics / vertigo | ota.

Zoey l Left 4 Dead | OTA

roman bridger | scream

Eddie Kaspbrak 🎈IT Chp 2

susie lavoie | dbd | ota!