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snowblindrpg2017-02-10 05:16 pm
exequies) wrote in snowblindrpg2017-02-10 05:16 pm
[Log] An apple a day keeps the doctor away [closed]
Characters: Bucky Barnes, John Watson, Steve Rogers, and Undertaker (walk into a bar...)
Location: Building 131 (the hospital)
Date: Day 208, midday
Summary: Undertaker revives at the hospital after being dead for several days. He's found by both Bucky and John. Also I suck at summaries.
Warnings: Suicidal ideation and mentions of suicide.
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 first floor has both more and less relaxed areas. There's an operating room down here, too, as well as another sort of laboratory, and a large section of this floor is taken up by labor delivery. The hospital has a generally oppressive atmosphere, but this area is marginally less so. Only marginally, though. The rooms in the delivery wing are larger than the rooms upstairs, with a more private atmosphere, but there are extra beds in here, and even VIP delivery isn't private on first blush. A closer inspection reveals the rooms only really seem fit for one of the beds. Others must have been added later for some reason. The lobby is very large here, with plenty of seating available for waiting. There's a door that works, also, opening to the south into a small, empty parking garage and finally revealing the rest of the ice tunnel area. During the day, at least. It's locked at night like everything else. There are finger-sized slits cut into many of the mattresses. One of the bathrooms on the first floor has signs of a fire having been set, with scorch marks. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY TWO, CONTACT @LELRIC FOR ANY ASSISTANCE" is written on the wall. "ALFIE SOLOMONS, 1922. Camden Town, London, England, UK, Europe, Earth. Day 165, February 24." is carved into the wall. Underneath the RECEPTION sign is the following, scrawled in black crayon:
"NⓍ NIMA
where is it?
73 74 69 6c 6c 20 73 65 61 72 63 68 20 69 6e 67"
Location: Building 131 (the hospital)
Date: Day 208, midday
Summary: Undertaker revives at the hospital after being dead for several days. He's found by both Bucky and John. Also I suck at summaries.
Warnings: Suicidal ideation and mentions of suicide.
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 first floor has both more and less relaxed areas. There's an operating room down here, too, as well as another sort of laboratory, and a large section of this floor is taken up by labor delivery. The hospital has a generally oppressive atmosphere, but this area is marginally less so. Only marginally, though. The rooms in the delivery wing are larger than the rooms upstairs, with a more private atmosphere, but there are extra beds in here, and even VIP delivery isn't private on first blush. A closer inspection reveals the rooms only really seem fit for one of the beds. Others must have been added later for some reason. The lobby is very large here, with plenty of seating available for waiting. There's a door that works, also, opening to the south into a small, empty parking garage and finally revealing the rest of the ice tunnel area. During the day, at least. It's locked at night like everything else. There are finger-sized slits cut into many of the mattresses. One of the bathrooms on the first floor has signs of a fire having been set, with scorch marks. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY TWO, CONTACT @LELRIC FOR ANY ASSISTANCE" is written on the wall. "ALFIE SOLOMONS, 1922. Camden Town, London, England, UK, Europe, Earth. Day 165, February 24." is carved into the wall. Underneath the RECEPTION sign is the following, scrawled in black crayon:
"NⓍ NIMA
where is it?
73 74 69 6c 6c 20 73 65 61 72 63 68 20 69 6e 67"
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[It's said automatically. John can imagine Sherlock getting incredibly bored with some heavenly paradise. He clears his throat and glances away.]
It was assigned to you, then.
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[It's not really a question because they both know the answer to that. Undertaker's gaze shifts down again, looking more towards Watson.]
It's a punishment, more like.
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A punishment for what?
cw: continued suicide mention
[His gaze meets the other man's and there's a weight behind it, this time.]
Now, do you see?
cw: continued suicide mention
[John.
It's terribly morbid humor. He gives himself a mental shake.]
What I see, Mr. Undertaker, is that we need to take this one day at a time. If you die again, there's no telling what she might take from you next. I know it feels like... I know everything is shit right now, but you have to keep moving forward. Have you contacted Kid? Anyone? There are people here who care about you.
They'll want to know you're alive, and they'll want you to stay that way until this death price wears off and you can be yourself again. [His brows furrow, and his lips tighten for a moment.] Please don't do something you'll regret... something you can't take back while you're not yourself.
cw: continued suicide mention
[It comes out mostly neutral, but there is a tinge of irritation to the notion. As if losing his ability to laugh had completely shattered his rationality. Undertaker gives a small snort, and rolls his head in a small shake against the wall.]
Yes, yes, we'll keep playing the Admin's game. Collecting clues, assembling objects, solving the puzzles. Do we have any reason to think that by the end of it, she'll actually let us go?
cw: continued suicide mention
I think you're not entirely yourself and lost a very important coping mechanism for dealing with this place.
There's no point not playing the game, though. At least while we're moving forward there's hope.
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[He lifts his hand, miming a puppeteer with his fingers though the usual laugh doesn't accompany it. And after a second or so his hand simply flops into his lap as he gives a sigh.]
You want me to go see your wife for you, I'll do it. She must be an interesting person to have taken up with your lot.
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My lot consists of Sherlock, Mr. Undertaker. Unless you're talking about someone else?
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[Like hell he's telling this man about Mary's past. Or anyone, really. Sherlock and Mary are the only ones who need to know.]
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A nurse, Doctor? How scandalous.
[His shoulders twitch up in a small shrug.] And your opinion's obviously biased. But what do I know?
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Less biased than you might think. [There's the briefest glance up to where Mary's standing nearby. John clears his throat and licks his lips. Right. Okay. Mary is real. One of the Mary's is real.]
Thanks for just... looking at my tablet Mr. Undertaker. Not sure what was wrong it.
[John, you are completely transparent. You do know that.]
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[If Undertaker suspects anything he keeps it to himself. Though he does file it away as a potential instability in John's mental state, if he has to verify that messages on his tablet are even real.
Shrugging again, he just wraps his coat more tightly around him and lets his head fall to the opposite side again.]
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[John leaves the other man for the time being to go back to his conversations for the night. He'll offer to share his blanket with him later on if it doesn't look like Bucky or Steve need it more.]