Characters: Flynn Carsen, John Watson, and Peter Quill
Location: Building 276 + more traveling/locations
Date: Day 292-295
Summary: Event log for Imaginary Time
Warnings: CW's noted individually inside, general event horror

( And then one day you find ten years have got behind you... )

Characters: Alfie and Royce
Location: Downtown
Date: Day 292 to Day 295
Summary: Exposure effects, a brief reprieve, and then event shenanigans.
Warnings: Nothing yet, will update if anything comes up.

( we’re not gonna reveal that at the end, you were Fallout the whole time. )

[The video feed clicks on to the sight of an unfamiliar face sporting a patchy and thin moustache. This face belongs to a boy in his late teens, perhaps seventeen or eighteen, with blond hair and blue eyes. He's wearing, rather incongruously, a Belstaff coat that's much too long for him.

He grins into the camera.

He's been locked up for so long, trapped in a straight jacket, and he plans to make the most of it while Sherlock is the one locked up inside his own mind. He rolls his shoulders luxuriously, getting used to the odd new body.]

Daddy's home, boys and girls, I hope you've not been naughty.

[His grin widens, showing slightly crooked but very white teeth.]

[ A couple of things about the message Castiel sends this night are immediately and noticeably different from his usual fare. He's holding his tablet's camera steady, for one, at a normal distance from his face, without his thumb over the camera or microphone and without fumbling as the recording starts. He's more expressive, too - movements less stiff and birdlike, expression natural and less like a immensely old being trying to operate a human face. Even his voice has changed slightly. It's a little higher than it was, which isn't saying much, but it's also lost the droning, almost pained sounding growl it once had.

Of course, this is all entirely natural. He's had a very, very long time to get used to both the tablet and this body. ]

I've been thinking a lot about time, recently. It's... funny. I can't tell if it works differently in this place, or if this is just how humans - or mortals in general - always experience it. It's different for me, at least.

It used to be that I could blink and months would just... fly by. Sometimes years. My existence wasn't one that lent itself well to counting individual days. You can't do that when you operate on the scale of time I used to. My mind just isn't made for it. I tried a few times, but I always lost track somewhere in the tens of thousands.

I'm getting distracted. My point is I know I can't have been here for more than the tiniest fraction of my life, but at the same time it feels like... an eternity, because I've experienced every single day, one by one, and be present for each in a way that I often wasn't before. And I wonder - how do all of you live like this? How do you live with how achingly slow time feels, in a place like this?

Characters: The Joker and (Old Face) Magenta Magenta
Location: Building 226, or thereabouts.
Date: Day 294
Summary: It's been a few years, probably, and clowns stop being funny after awhile.
Warnings: Weird event nonsense--aging? Will edit as needed!

( probably not )