snowblindrpg | [log] Is Your Conscience All Right? [closed]

[Though the building itself isn't the largest, the high ceilings and information desk through the double doors make it clear that this is a museum. This area is clearly marked as the West Entrance. Occasionally, information pamphlets can be found naming this place as the Norfinbury Museum of Art.

Surprisingly, most of the art has been left in the museum, and what hasn't been left still bears an informative plaque about the piece. None of the artist names are familiar, and nothing is dated any later than 2050. Unfortunately, probably due to the failed climate control, much of the artwork has degraded.

What can still be made out seems to indicate that this museum had an eclectic collection of traditional Alaska Native art as well as pieces contributed by other artists living in Norfinbury. Some of the plaques indicate that the museum was dedicated to fully encompassing the diverse and creative spirit of the town. There appear to have been a few works addressing the protests, but the information on these is minimal compared to less political pieces.

The building is bisected through the middle by the collapsed glass roof. Once buried in snow and rubble, a path has been carved through the mess, revealing the other half of the museum.

Where the western hall seemed to degrade from neglect, it's very clear that the eastern hall has been purposefully destroyed. Glass display cases have been shattered, sculptures dissected, frames knocked to the floor and paintings shredded. Information plaques have been painted over or broken entirely. Graffiti covers the walls, even up near the high ceilings. It doesn't resemble traditional vandalism, though, the illustrations chaotic and abstracted even where they represent recognizable subjects. Eyes feature prominently, in various stages of abstraction and occasionally grotesque in appearance. Though often barely legible, the words "long live the prophet" are also recurring throughout.Continuing on, the East Entrance area is architecturally a mirror of the West Entrance, but it has been similarly ransacked. There's barely an inch of wall that hasn't been vandalized, and the only informational pamphlets have been ripped to tiny pieces. But at least the double doors can be opened.]

[House is too agitated to sleep, and there are all those eyes. He can see some of the ones he'd marked out among them, the edges of his vision flaring with a light that shouldn't be there. The logical part of his mind that isn't working on too little sleep, obsession, and paranoia is quite adamant that those, at least aren't real. But he takes out his hammer, anyway, and starts going to town on the wall, cracking through drywall and wood alike.

Catching him in the middle of that middle of that might be dangerous if only for flying debris. But if Jade and Brian give him a few hours, he slides down to his knees, hands shaking as his pants and rests his head against the wall. There's nothing here. That much had been obvious in the first thirty minutes. But everything in him is screaming to destroy something.

He pops a pill and just rests for a moment.]

*The noise draws his attention but he doesn't do anything to stop--or help with--House's rampage. He just watches quietly, films it all, and stays out of the way.

Once it seems House is done, he heads over towards the other man. At first he just stands nearby and cants his head.*

[At first House ignores him, but he head Brian walking over--his gait is lighter than Jade's--and the doctor can't ignore the kid forever.]

What?

[He doesn't turn to look at Brian.]

*Its the kind of 'greeting'' he expects from House so it doesn't really get a response beyond what he'd planned already.
He sends House a message through the tablets, cause talking is for chumps.*

did ityou find achi eve
any thing ?

[House hears his tablet ping.]

Use your voice if you wanna talk, kid. I'm not in the mood to read.

*He shakes his head and sends another message.*

no
iam not in
mood
to talk

[And there's another ping. House just wants to throw his hammer at the kid at this point.]

Turn on your goddamn text-to-voice.

*He'd actually forgotten that was a thing...but he doesn't like House enough to switch to it.*

no y ou

[And the tablet pings again. House sets down his hammer, picks up a chunk of broken wall, turns, and hurls it somewhere nearby Brian. He doesn't actually throw it at Brian, but the intent to frighten the young man is clearly there.]

*He darts to the side, but doesn't leave. He continues to stare towards House.
~~He might just be being difficult.~~*

What do you want from me? Clearly it's something. So talk, turn on your damn text-to-voice, or get the hell away from me!

*He will do exactly none of those things, instead settling down to sit against the opposite wall.

He won't bug House unprompted anymore, though.*

[House glares at Brian for a long moment before petulantly destroying more of the wall. He tires himself out much more quickly this go around, though, and eventually sits down, putting his back to the wall opposite the young man in the mask.

Pointedly, he doesn't pick up his tablet or look at the messages that Brian has sent him.]

Shouldn't you be with the dog?

*Two can play that game, House.

He doesn't respond to the question, but he does play with his tablet. If you have something to say, maybe you should message it.*

[They seem to be at an impasse. So, House pulls out his notebook and pens and starts writing.]

What the hell do you even want?

[The note gets folded into a paper airplane and then thrown at Brian. It will land in his lap or nearby.]

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*He lets it sit for a few moments--long enough to finish whatever he was doing on the tablet--before unfolding it and writing a response.*

tⓍknⓍw
if you fⓍund learn ed any thing
Ⓧr ifyou were just be ing
emⓍ ti Ⓧnal

*He then folds it back into the same airplane and shoots it towards House.*

[Wow, okay. First of all? He's never just emotional. He's destroying this for science.]

You don't have the excuse of a computer. Write like a normal person.

I'm looking for anything behind the eyes. Nothing, yet. I'm not emotional.

[Paper plane coming your way, Brian.]

thisis howi
write

*Please, House, you should have picked up he's not a normal person by now.*

o kay

*He's not going to get into the emotional thing. The only important part is if House found or achieved anything and since the answer to that seems to be 'no' he's perfectly happy to let the rest lie.

He shoots the paper airplane back over to House and returns (most of) his attention to his tablet.*

[Well, yes, but even House can't avoid the ingrained lessons to capitalize and end sentences with punctuation when it's actual writing as opposed to typing. When he receives the paper airplane back, he just rolls his eyes and turns his attention to his own tablet. He doesn't pull up Brian's messages and will ignore any of them from him for the foreseeable future.]

[log] Is Your Conscience All Right? [closed]

Day 175 - Building 199

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sorry this took so long

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all of his hand written Os are crossed out, please just accept that from now on

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