[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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cw: lewdness and disrespect toward disabled people

[bywolves]

[ Good lord. Royce is at least glad, selfishly, that the conversation moved away from Gwen. ]

I was pointedly not looking. I don't -- [ A beat. He really doesn't want to finish that sentence. He thinks he can probably gather what House means by porn. And besides, Stephen chimes in, which gives Royce a second of peace. ]

cw: lewdness and disrespect toward disabled people

[rubikscomplex]

Be proud of your assets, Strange. It's a compliment.

cw: lewdness and disrespect toward disabled people

[rubikscomplex]

You don't?

[The prompt is accompanied by a raise of his brows.]

[himalayanyeti]

I don't even fuckin' know how we're in the same place, honestly. You were fuckin' around a few country miles from where I was, if memory serves. But, uh...everything's missin'? Our stuff, and all. No girls, either, it seems like.

[bywolves]

[ But only a second, though. ]

Know exactly what porn is and for Maribor's sake, if you try to explain it when I think I've already got the idea, I will reach through the wall and strangle you.

[ HE SWEARS. ] Shut up, House.

cw: lewdness and disrespect toward disabled people

[thewarningafter]

Don't call me a cripple.

[This is pointless and he knows it.]

[rubikscomplex]

Told you I would. [It's mock-triumphant before House falls quiet for a few minutes, just watching Stephen without really watching him, mind turning over what all of this is.]

Convert Purge dot E-X-E.

[His hand goes up to his chest where the brand is. It makes sense why he's here, but none of the others were marked, as far as he knows.]

The app. Hey! Did anyone use the Prophet App when those static things were following us?

[termineur]

I'm gonna guess we're not going anywhere until this is all over. And that's the only silver lining about this place- we tend to be put right back where we were pulled from and given all our stuff back.

[ So eventually this will be over. Probably. ]

But hey- might as well get the practice in. Get it working right again before you get your orange-bird-ness back.

[termineur]

Is it? That's been my experience, but I don't think it's how its supposed to work in the US.

...yeah, I know. It'll be fine, unless Ecks runs into him.

[ All of Norfinbury should know how much she wants to hit him with a shovel by now. ]

[termineur]

Yeah, we're captured.

[ Sylar's across the way, and he gives Castiel a sad little wave. ]

This happens sometimes, where we wake up somewhere different. But usually it happens to the whole town. Guess we just got lucky.

cw: disrespect toward disabled people/internalized ableism

[rubikscomplex]

[That gets a long silence and a flat look. When he speaks, his tone is bitter and downright mean.]

You are a cripple. Or would you prefer 'differently abled'? Maybe 'handicapable'? Which bullshit P.C. term makes you feel better about the fact that the incompetent idiots in charge of fixing you screwed up so badly you ended up running off to ask the Buddha for help when you ran out of real options.

cw: lewdness

[rubikscomplex]

[Hey, if rage can make Royce Hulk-out and get them out of here.]

Pornography is a great and storied artform, first enjoyed by many a tawdry reader, then growing and spreading and really pushing its way in as media began to evolve. Standard pornography ranges from full-scale productions with sponsors and product placement to home movies. Reminds me of a couple I had on a case. Hubby and wifey were into some crazy shit. She invited her college roommate over for a threesome as an anniversary present. Now that's the kind of marriage even I could get into.

[rubikscomplex]

[House just hums in agreement. After a moment, he does add one other thing.]

Told Melborn not to do the experiment. Guess he gets to have fun with this, instead.

[rubikscomplex]

No girls. No anyone apart from the, what? Fifteen or sixteen of us? Where is everyone else? If we're in cells, what are they getting? What have they been doing since that Prophet bullshit first came up? They're dividing us into groups. The ones with the Prophet, and the ones with Andromeda.

We're with Andromeda. And that means, the people we know are probably being mind controlled to work for the Prophet. They'll probably be the ones torturing us.

[House thinks of Quark when he'd met the kid on that night with the murders. He'd managed to hold back long enough for House to lock him up, but if he hadn't? If they have Quark again? Christ...]

cw: disrespect toward disabled people/internalized ableism

[thewarningafter]

[Stephen doesn't look away, his jaw set as he returns House's gaze. He bristles at House's question, eyes growing cold, but doesn't break eye contact.]

You don't need to call it anything.

cw: disrespect toward disabled people/internalized ableism

[rubikscomplex]

Call a spade a spade. Pretending it isn't there doesn't change it.

[termineur]

[ Ah. He wondered if House was worried about that yet. He smirks. ]

You got so lucky with that one. He was in the Chapel when Alfie woke up.

Too bad you're not nuts for this part, eh? You'd care less about it.

[termineur]

Nope, nothing over here, either. The shirt looks like a hospital gown to me. Which is honestly pretty darn ominous.

The heat's nice for now, though, definitely.

[rubikscomplex]

No.

[The word is too quick, his tone just the edge of terrified.]

I don't need to be insane for this.

[Or ever again.]

[termineur]

Told ya. [ Smug, thy name is Sylar. ]

Let's hope that death loss doesn't rear its ugly head again.

[rubikscomplex]

[At least the smugness pulls him back to irritation.]

Get bent, Gray. I'm not planning on dying again any time soon. Whatever this is, not withstanding.

[termineur]

[ Okay, so he pulls on that smugness a bit. He's still smirking a little, though. It's kind of his regular expression. ]

I meant for anyone, but good to hear it. But yeeeah, not sure we're going to get a choice here. Guess we'll see.

You think the Prophet is in charge of the town right now? We still haven't been able to get hold of the admin. Food restocking was still working, though.

[averytinyparticle]

Is there root beer and ice cream?

[This is the most important question he's ever and will ever asked. He doesn't even really wait for an answer before running to the fridge. He can't believe he's actually in a place warm enough that the idea of eating ice cream in a cold beverage doesn't make him feel sick.]

[rubikscomplex]

Pretty sure Kid's insane now. He contacted me last night. Or a few hours ago. Or whenever it was before we were here. He was all about the 'nothingness is perfect symmetry' bullshit. So if he's not in the building somewhere, he's probably going on a destruction spree. At a guess.

[It's easy to be casual about these things. Yes.]

And I think our rogue AI is charge right now. I seriously doubt Sam is actually involved in any of this. She's supposed to be the actual Prophet.

cw: lewdness

[bywolves]

[ Royce hasn't eaten in like five days and he's depressed, so those are low odds, but as promised, he's suitably annoyed as hell. ]

Shut up, House.