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[log] we're not gonna make it [closed]
Characters: House, Steph, Zach
Location NN5 - Building 203
Date: Morning 181
Summary: The aftermath of murder night
Warnings: Will add as necessary! Will discuss murder and eyeless kids.
203: A rather boring apartment, but maybe that's a relief. It has a living room, attached kitchen, two small bedrooms, and a bathroom. The whole thing is sparsely decorated, but there's a whole wall of the kitchen plastered in silly children's drawings. None are of particular note except that there are a lot of colors and it looks like some were traced from picture books. Rocket ships, motorcycles, and hot rods have been added to the drawings in gel pen.
Location NN5 - Building 203
Date: Morning 181
Summary: The aftermath of murder night
Warnings: Will add as necessary! Will discuss murder and eyeless kids.
203: A rather boring apartment, but maybe that's a relief. It has a living room, attached kitchen, two small bedrooms, and a bathroom. The whole thing is sparsely decorated, but there's a whole wall of the kitchen plastered in silly children's drawings. None are of particular note except that there are a lot of colors and it looks like some were traced from picture books. Rocket ships, motorcycles, and hot rods have been added to the drawings in gel pen.
House > Steph > Zach?
He hears movement in the rest of the apartment and goes perfectly still. The others are here. His scalpel? His scalpel is here, even though he dropped it in the tunnels with Al. House knew it was gone the moment he'd let it slip from his fingers. But now he's here. He's here and Steph and Zach are, too.
Reset. Game over. Try again?
It's cold again, frigidly so, but House pulls he hand mirror from his pack, hands shaking. His eyes are still glowing. Fuck.
Zach and Steph aren't after him, yet, which means they're not actually still murderous or they don't know he's here. House isn't banking on the not still murderous thing, so he pulls his pack on as quietly as possible. The wooden croquet mallet stays out in his hands.
House creeps as quietly as he can out of the room. It's past the point of lockdown ending, so hopefully, he can get out and just run again. This time, he'll hide better.]
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House? House, are you here?
[ She needs to make sure he's okay. Or, if not okay, at least not dead. ]
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[Zach asks straight away, not coming to the same conclusion as Steph from the get-go. His mind is way too clogged up with so much, he can't think straight.]
Shit.
[It would make sense. Zach himself ended up back in this place now, when he was definitely out of the tunnels during the night. Steph - he doesn't even want to think about what happened to Steph.]
House, if you're here, we...it's gone.
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Stay where you are. [House's voice is harsh, far firmer than he feels.] I'm taking out my tablet, and I'm gonna film you to see if the distortion's gone. Move, and I'm taking out kneecaps first.
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Her eyes are normal too, but she doesn't know that. She assumes her eyes look like Zach's. ]
Go for the head, you'll do more damage. Pretty sure both of us have had our share of concussions.
Are you hurt? I'm not, but that may be because I died.
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He holds his own hands up in surrender as well.]
Go for it, man.
Waiting on a mod reply to know if the distortion is still there!
You're still with the Prophet, Spencer. She's normal. [It's the first time he's called the young man by his real name.
He does eventually get his tablet out and turns it on a little awkwardly while trying to keep his grip on the mallet. He tries it with the Eye App off, then on, looking for the distortion.]
o7
Well that's... good to know?
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I swear, I'm not - I feel normal. I don't know what the hell's going on.
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Eye app says she's actually back to normal... for as long as that lasts. I'm getting out of here.
[There's a long pause.]
Where's your ragdoll?
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[ She points. She figures he'll want to get it himself, and get as far away as fast as he can. She doesn't blame him. She wishes she could run away from everything that happened. ]
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He just steps away, his hands up and trembling. If House wants to go, he's more than welcome to. Zach feels like going, too.]
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Get in there, both of you. [He doesn't trust walking past them into an enclosed space.]
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House puts a wine glass in front of the door so that he'll hear it fall if they try to sneak out. And then he's into the other room, checking Steph's pack for the ragdoll.
It's a moment where he contemplates just leaving, but he should say... something. House collects his wine glass and stops at the exit.]
I'm out. Keep away from people with glowing eyes.
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She watches him worriedly while they wait to hear the front door open and close, and tries not to cry more.
When she hears him call out she peeks her head out the door and tries a sad facsimile of a smile. ]
Be careful, okay? Find... find someone you can trust. Please.
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[And he's gone. Goodbye, Steph and Zach.]
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She can't cry. She has to keep it together now.
Finally she turns back to Zach. ]
Hey. It's okay, Zach. Whatever happened, it's over now.
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Is it? [He looks up at Steph, his face twisted in a grimace.]
Look at me, Steph. It's not over.
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Maybe not, but the killing is. Look at us, we're all fine. We're okay. It's going to be okay.
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Until next time. This is Norfinbury, after all. Let's not pretend it's fine, Steph.
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It's not any worse than it's ever been. I'm not pretending.
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Steph, I - I'm terrified.
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[ She can't keep the tears back anymore. She has the feeling she's going to be crying a lot today. ]
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We need to go get Kesara.
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House should get enough distance while we pack up.
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[ She pulls away now to dry her face. ]
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