[log] Noisy Black, Part One [closed]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: anyone who signed up for the Noisy Black event
Location: an office building
Date: Morning and Day 260
Summary: You wake up in a room.
Warnings: nothing of note for this part, please note any specific things that happen in the comment sections of your posts

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[harlequinofhate]

I mean, you've died what, twice? And now you're here.

[A beat.]

I mean the same thing happened to me but I always have rotten luck.

[quadrangle]

[The sounds are what wake him. Nothing else is likely to. Even so, Karkat doesn't wake with a start or even a yelp; he's freezing in place and doing a very poor job of imitating sleep while he tries to catalog the voices around him. Someone is yelling (he can't place the voice but it sends dread tingling down his spine), multiple people are swearing, yet others calling to each other—it doesn't take a genius to realize he's surrounded by fucking adults, the air brimming with hostility, confusion, fear—]

[He chokes down what might have become a whimper had it escaped, makes a flailing attempt to right himself (can't tell how his limbs are arranged without looking, he can't feel them), then manages something slightly more coordinated in his scramble for the nearest corner, his shoulder colliding with the wall before he sinks slowly back down again, hopefully out of sight. He's—what the fuck is he wearing, he doesn't know, and he can't even feel his hands as they press tight over his ears and his eyes squeeze shut.]

[This isn't happening. Can't be happening. Waking up in even one completely foreign location after getting eaten was bad enough, but this? He's already shaking, and although the growing wetness on his cheeks is beyond his ability to register, his ragged breathing and muffled sobs are just loud enough to make it through the gaps between his fingers.]

[This isn't real.]

[rubikscomplex]

[House stares at Davesprite as he speaks, but there's an actual roll of his eyes at the complaint about the death experiment. He does actually lean in and keep his voice low.]

First of all, you shouldn't be defending a friendship between a 47-year-old man and a 17-year-old. It's creepy. Second, digging up personal shit for later use is, again, something I've been doing since before you were here. You're mad because it's your bestie now. I did this to you, kid. Third, and maybe this'll come as a shock, but I suck at comfort. You want a doctor's shoulder to cry on, go talk to Watson. I was... [He looks down, grimaces.] I was trying to... make it mean something. I didn't want you to die for no reason. That's just... crap. If you're doing an experiment, it has some meaning.

And I didn't apologize because you weren't hurt with the tablets. It wasn't relevant.

[He doesn't know what to say about revealing Davesprite's personal issues. It was a dick move, but maybe something he would have done, anyway.]

[thewarningafter]

Oh, good, I have your permission. That makes all the difference, doesn't it, brother?

[Look, Mycroft, he knows there's only one reason you bother talking to him at all.]

What are you doing that's so helpful?

[holmesice]

Twice. Yes.

And it's not so much luck as this place is unendingly horrible.

[thewarningafter]

Join the club. I don't remember anything between nodding off and being here.

[rubikscomplex]

[Let's not be watching that, thanks.]

Good for you. You have that gown. What can you do with it?

[mrcreamsicles]

I meant for the other stuff, House. But you clearly don't care about that, so what am I complaining for, right?

[He sinks down to sit on the floor, awkward and uncoordinated. He doesn't want to keep standing up right now.]

There's never going to be meaning to a freaked out teenager dying in the snow.

[harlequinofhate]

Meh, I've seen worse than this burg.

cw: suicidal ideation

[harlequinofhate]

Strangle myself.

Think I'll end up outside?

[bywolves]

Royce recognizes his voice, at least. The sympathy gets under his skin at first, but he pushes that away, as much as he can.

"Another Rhys," Royce says in greeting, resting his head against the bars and closing his eyes. "I'm fine. This is probably the best I've felt in months, physically."

He's warm, and clean. That's a bonus.

cw: suicidal ideation

[rubikscomplex]

No!

[House gives himself a mental kick. After Kid and Royce, he can't joke about that. Especially not Kid. He doesn't want Joker or anyone else to know that, though.]

Boring for the rest of us. What else can you do with it?

cw: suicidal ideation / grossness

[harlequinofhate]

[Joker notices the note of alarm in House's voice but says nothing about it.]

Boring-shmoring, you should try it, it's your shtick.

Other than that maybe we could try pissing on the gowns and wrapping 'em around the bars.

[A beat.]

That's not a joke by the way, that works.

[holmesice]

[Mycroft sets his jaw. It was odd to see Stephen in person, he really did look like Sherlock's long lost twin. The resemblance was disturbing and uncanny.

There also seemed to be no sign of Sherlock here, which was both worrisome and a good thing. Maybe he wasn't here. Or maybe he was somewhere worse.]

Absolutely nothing. I can do nothing, which is infuriating. I've gone over a dozen escape scenarios in my head and all of them have failed spectacularly.

[holmesice]

I truly doubt that.

[harlequinofhate]

Excuse you, I've been to Hell itself.

....Eh. Actually I'd say the Big Burning Pit is a lateral move.

Florida.

Florida is worse than this joint.

[warriorscribe]

[Enoch picks up on that exact line of thought, laughing gently as he lifts Quark up.

...Children his age should not take this much effort to lift. Being stripped of all but what he came in with is really driving home how much muscle mass he's lost. At least he's not struggling, there's still plenty of strength left in those arms of his.]

I appreciate it, my little friend, but you should be worried about caring for yourself, in your condition.

[warriorscribe]

No, but...all of this is too...nice? This hospitality is entirely unlike the town and anyone we've made the acquaintance of from it.

[A pause, and he glances at the elevator.]

And yet...suspicious as it is, I find I can't help but remind myself it's rude to leave it.

[absentconstellation]

I smell Karkat as well.

[ He circles the cell, stopping to claw at the bars in case that helps Davesprite find him. ]

[darkincrement]

The symbols don't spell out anything good.

[ A glance towards the eyes by the exits. ]

It is suspicious. We have probably been drugged.

[ It doesn't sound like he's really all the concerned with it though. ]

[absentconstellation]

[ Yes hello he is a cat. ]

We have not met.

[ So he has no reason to be offended. ]

You may call me Pounce, if you like, or Smokey. It matters very little to me.

[absentconstellation]

[ The Cat just yawns. ]

Likely whoever left you here, as well. I certainly didn't come here on my own.

[absentconstellation]

I cannot. The bars of my cell seem to be placed very close together.

[absentconstellation]

I see. [ That is a profound waste of time and energy. ] That was very generous of you.

[absentconstellation]

[ Even with all the rest of the noise, the Cat can hear Karkat moving around. He could smell him, of course, but moving around means that he's awake. And crying, but the important thing here is that he's alive. ]

Karkat. Davesprite and I are here.