[log] Clawful Diagsnowsis [open]

[darkincrement]

Characters: Clan Vamperion, Claire, Mr. Toe Beans, Sora, and Vanitas.
Location Hospital
Date: 173 Night
Summary:
Warnings: Vampires, Rhys, Vanitas, and Hospital Spookiness.


[ 131: The roof of a large, square hospital. At first, it seems like this is as far as you can go--but actually, there's a door on the rooftop. It's locked, but there's a card key reader attached. As for what spared it from having its parts stripped? It was frozen over with ice, though not any longer. The building can now be entered from the rooftop.

The hospital is eerie in its silence, and snow presses in against many of the windows, keeping much of it in sterile darkness. It still smells like a hospital; the antiseptic is fresh, and there isn't much dust. Someone must be cleaning it, and yet it's clear no one is here. The hospital is four stories high with one basement, all connected via the elevator lobby and staircase. Unfortunately, the wall of the elevator lobby has been torn open all the way down, exposing it to the bitter air outside. While you can explore and remain on most of the floors of the hospital at night, you cannot travel between them until it's daytime once more, as the lobby seals itself up at curfew. The staircase is its own separate enclosed area, but it too seals itself off from the lobby at night, so you'll be spending an uncomfortable night on the staircase if you get stuck there. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY ONE, TRAVELLING SOUTH. IF ANY ASSISTANCE IS NEEDED CONTACT @LELRIC ANY TIME" is carved into the wall by the rooftop entranceALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY THREE, TRAVELLING SOUTH. IF ANY ASSISTANCE IS NEEDED CONTACT @LELRIC ANY TIME. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY TWO, TRAVELLING SOUTH. IF ANY ASSISTANCE IS NEEDED CONTACT @LELRIC ANY TIME" is carved into the wall by the south entrance. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY SEVEN, TRAVELLING NORTH, IF ANY ASSISTANCE IS REQUIRED CONTACT @LELRIC ANY TIME" is written on one of the walls. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY NINE, CONTACT @LELRIC FOR ANY ASSISTANCE." is written on one of the walls.]

Comments

sad noodle, open as heckie

[headjacked]

[ The Squad has come across another group in their travels, but luckily, the hospital is big. Big enough to get lost in, if you're fog-brained, missing a few pieces, and surprisngly adept at slipping away unnoticed. ]

Guuuuys...?

[ He calls as he slumps down a hall, sounding a lot more helpless than he'd ever like to.

Eventually, he does stay put in one of the rooms, nesting in a corner. Eye fluttering, but sleep eluding him. ]

[nursetemple]

[Claire's been running around the hospital a little, finding the admin office and grabbing everything that'd been left for her in there, before going through, just checking things out. It's - for so many people, abandoned hospitals are creepy, and with good reason, but it's reassuring to her. It's so easy to find her marks, to walk through the hallways, know exactly where she is.

That's what she's doing - mapping one of the floors for herself - when she finds Rhys. She hears his voice, but it takes her a couple minutes to spot him, curled up in the corner of a room.]

Rhys?

[She approaches slowly, hands up, like she's trying to show she's not dangerous, like he's a skittish animal.]

Are you okay?

[headjacked]

[ Rhys tenses and pulls his legs in, body going into a fight or flight mode immediately. After the Fiona... thing, he just can't let his guard down anymore.

But it's Claire. A friendly, welcome face. He relaxes and lets out a deep breath. ]

Hey. Yeah. Just got a little turned around. S'all.

[ The wobbling voice betrays his attempt at showing emotional stability. ]

[nursetemple]

[Carefully, Claire goes to sit on the edge of the bed, not too far yet not too close, either. She wraps her hands around the metal bedframe, creaking under her weight, and drops her shoulders, looking around the room.]

So you were just going to stay here? [Claire chuckles, then sighs.]

It's funny, how - this place, it's actually quite reassuring to me. I spend so much time in hospitals, back home...this feels normal. Like I belong.

[Another chuckle. It's stupid, really.]

[headjacked]

[ That's what you do when you're lost, right?? Or at least that's what he'd heard. And his legs got tired of all the wandering around.

Might have something to do with the blood loss. ]

...little weird, yeah. Empty, messed-up hospitals are super creepy.

[nursetemple]

[She shrugs.]

To most, maybe. But this is where I work, where I spend most of my time. You get so used to it.

[Looking around a little, Claire makes a noise.] Of course, this one, in this state...not a great example, I get it.

[She turns back to him.]

How are you feeling, really? The head, the arm, just - overall. Anything I can do?

[absentconstellation]

[ The Cat finds him by smell. It's really a very difficult place to get lost in when you rely on sight the least of all of your senses.

He stops in the doorway and meows a greeting.

Human. What are you doing here. ]

[headjacked]

[ Kitty.

Rhys wipes his face and feels hella ridiculous. It's just the cat, and cats don't judge people.



Clearly, Rhys doesn't have much cat experience. ]

Beansie - [ He clears his throat. ] Need something?

[absentconstellation]

[ The Cat judges him. Harshly.

But he's not injured or otherwise in trouble, so the cat sees no reason to pass up the opportunity for more petting. He wanders over to Rhys' side and settles there, well within reach for pettings from the one arm Rhys has left. ]

[headjacked]

[ A sad sigh as he reaches out and scritches the fuzzbutt behind the ears. Once, twice -- that's all for now. ]

You're gonna bite if I keep at it, aren't you.

[absentconstellation]

[ The Cat turns to glare up at Rhys.

Watch. Watch what happens.

He reaches over to bite the man's hand - gently, of course. ]

[moneyman]

[ what the hell, man, how do you keep sneaking away? at least no one got drugged this time.

that he knows of. ]

Rhys? What are you doing?

[ at least if Rhys hurts himself (again) they're already in a hospital. with a nurse. ]

[headjacked]

Vaughn.

[ He nearly sobs. It's been Quite A Few Days here, friend. He lurches closer, still hugging the wall to keep him upright. ]

I-I just got a little lost, that's all.

[moneyman]

[ poor Rhys... it sounds like he could use a hug or something. fortunately, there's a professional hugger on call 24/7.

which is to say, have a hug. a very serious, BFF-tier hug. ]

Hey, don't wander off alone, okay? If you wanna walk around a bit, just tell me and i'll go with you.

[headjacked]

[ Vaughn is so small, and so good. Rhys' face scrunches and he returns the hug, all lame and one armed-ly. ]

You're not too tired?

OPEN!

[bookofnope]

[As a vampire - one Embraced before the onset of anything resembling modern patient care - Beckett has never understood the human distaste for hospitals. Places of sickness and decay, of course, but those had never bothered him before for obvious reasons.

Now he walks with the others through the abandoned building, his mind replaying scenes in a blur - House in the morgue, hiding here with Rydia from the familiar anomalies, and now the repeating scene of Angel dragged across the snow by the mutilated mockery of Fiona's body - and realises he gets it.

He's not great company. As soon as the group settles down in an area with available beds, he claims one, and fully intends to turn his face to the wall and feign sleep if he can't get the real thing. But he can't, and the pretence doesn't last. He feels faintly ridiculous lying like that, eyes closed by mind wide awake. Like a child pulling a blanket over his head and pretending that the outside world doesn't exist. Hiding. There's no hiding from death and decay, least of all here.

He sighs awake, turns back around and sits on the bed, staring at the room and the others in it with little idea of what to do next. If Angel were here at least they could distract each other with some morbid banter, however bad they both felt. If Angel were here... if Angel were alive.]

Would anyone mind joining me at the morgue?

[It's the only place he has any mind to explore right now.]

[moneyman]

[ Beckett's definitely not the only one being eluded by sleep. hell, is anyone sleeping? maybe Claire, since she's used to hospitals, and maybe The Cat, because... he's a cat and that's what cats do, but chances are both the remaining Hyperions won't be getting much sleep tonight.

this one definitely won't, anyway.

he sits up and opens his mouth to answer before he's really had a chance to think about the proposition. the morgue. it wasn't that long ago that he woke up down there himself after a brief stint being dead. he has no real desire to go back down there, but... ]

Uhh, I—I can, yeah. Why not.

[ honestly, there are a lot of 'why not's, but he's not crazy about the idea of anyone heading down there alone, even if they are a vampire. not that he'd be much help should anything unfortunate happen, but at this point he'll do just about anything to take his mind off what he saw happen to Angel... and Fiona. if you could even call that thing Fiona.

he can't decide if seeing either of them down there would make him feel better or worse. ]

[bookofnope]

[Even hidden behind his tinted glasses, Beckett's eyes visibly narrow a touch as the flicker over Vaughn. He hadn't truly expected an answer, and from Vaughn least of all. He still doesn't have a reading on the man, not quite. They've been travelling together for a while, sure, but it's been a... busy while.

Rhys's friend, first of all. Maybe doing this to spare Rhys. Keep an eye on Rhys's ridiculous wreck of a vampire keeper...

He still doesn't want to go alone.]

Perhaps because it's sure to be extremely unpleasant. [But he says it without force, only with a shrug, and nods his head at Vaughn in something resembling invitation. He's already heading for the door.]

You were here, weren't you? Your body.

[moneyman]

[ yeah, he's better than no one. how's that for a self-esteem booster? not that it matters, because he doesn't pick up on it in the dark like this. admittedly he's still slightly weirded out by traveling with a vampire, but if Rhys and Angel trust him, then he trusts him. simple as that.

he follows Beckett out quietly, shrugging to himself at the "extremely unpleasant" comment. ]

Eh, can't be worse than waking up down there. But yeah, it was here. I didn't really do any looking around, though—kinda just wanted to get the hell out of there ASAP at that point.

[bookofnope]

Probably the most reasonable response.

[There was a time - not that long ago, in Norfinbury even - that he'd not have been so nonchalant or forgiving. Their only hope is in constant, stubborn exploration, and he had had no patience for those without the courage to pursue it. He's learned a few things to balance against courage, since. Or maybe he's just lost his own nerve.

He broods on that for a few moments before realizing that he is, in fact, brooding. Then he shakes himself off, like a wolf in its fur. No. Not all over Vaughn. Not on the way to the morgue.]

I've not seen this one yet. Not in person. I don't know which bodies might be... [he stops, glancing at the other man, eyebrows slightly raised.] She might be there. If you're ready for it.

[Better make certain, because he sure as hell isn't certain he is.]

Open~

[seekthelight]

[Sora felt more exhausted than he ever had before. His chest felt heavy and he fell into coughing fits more often and his entire body still ached. Every joint felt stiff and each morning when he got up it took him a bit longer because he had to stretch. Despite all this he had been determined to get to the hospital; determined to get the supplies he had for Claire to her.

He made it just before lockdown and stumbled inside, each breath sounding slightly watery but it was hard to tell for sure since he started coughing into his arm not long after he stepped inside. After a quick look around he made his way to the nurse's station where he had a drop point set up to check on it before he moved some of the stuff out of the way to hunker down for the time being.

Just for a few minutes, that's all. He just needed to catch his breath.]

you got buried, sorry dude

[darkincrement]

[ The sound of another invader catches his attention. Stepping out of one of the larger private rooms as he spies a very familiar hair shape messing around with the nurse's station. Thank you Norfinbury for giving him something entertaining after waking up in the stupid police station.

The wool coat and sweat pants hid most of the familiar outfit, but his boots, gloves, and hula skirtwaist capelet were still visible. Crossing over with ease and stopping just out of hands reach.

It's weird expecting to feel the usual thrum of anger and bitterness towards the boy, but he felt nothing. It was completely gone. ]

What do we have here? [ Crossing his arms against his chest. ]

[seekthelight]

[Sora tensed initially before he was on his feet and turned around to face the owner of the voice, his makeshift keyblade snatched up as he goes and held out to the side a bit in preparation for a fight.

Some habits just die hard.]

What are you doing here?

I thought I tagged this back. Sorry.

[darkincrement]

[ He doesn't seem to react to Sora's makeshift weapon. ]

Taking in the sights. [ There's an undercurrent of sarcasm to his words. ] It's lock down. What do you think?

No worries!

[seekthelight]

I mean what are you doing here. I know it's lock down. Why are you on this side of town?

[He really wants the other to take off his helmet. He wants to know if what Kanan said is true.]