[network] Noisy Black, Part Three [open] [horror/surgery effects/note specifics please]

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[Talk to the sinners. Plan a way in. Plan a way out.]

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[zunesareawesome]

[That sounded ominous.]

What's...not coming back?

[thewarningafter]

Feeling. I can't feel my arms.

[It's a thought he's had before. The numbness should have been measured in hours, not days. They've done more than anesthetize for the...procedure.]

[zunesareawesome]

[Oh God, this was going from bad to worse, wasn't it?]

Why can't you feel your arms?

[thewarningafter]

I don't know. I thought -- maybe a nerve block, local anesthetic. This isn't right, it shouldn't be this long.

[zunesareawesome]

[Hello, terrifying thoughts. What else did they do to him?!]

Paralyzed, you think they're permanently paralyzed.

[thewarningafter]

[He's been trying not to admit that to himself. There's a kind of distance in his voice, like when he first came back to himself in the cells and couldn't quite connect what he was describing about his condition as actually being something that had happened to him.]

Yeah. I think so.

[zunesareawesome]

[There's a long pause.]

Look, man...if--when, we get out of here, if there's no way to fix it here, and we really are from the same universe or whatever, I can take you someplace to get it fixed. Technology is way better out there. [In space.]

[thewarningafter]

I can...if we get out of here, I can use magic. I don't need hands, or arms, I can --

[Oh, god. His arms are paralyzed.]

[zunesareawesome]

Okay--okay yeah, man, magic. Magic is way better anyway. You'll be fine. Just think about getting out.

[thewarningafter]

I'm trying. I can't...think in here. Nothing makes sense anymore.

[zunesareawesome]

[...Peter hated feeling so helpless, he wanted to rush in there, guns blazing, when all he could do in reality was try to pep talk people and even that wasn't working.]

...right. Jeez...okay, um...what pisses you off more than anything in the world?

[thewarningafter]

...You.

[The truth is more painful, less helpful.]

[zunesareawesome]

Cool.

[He's not buying it.]

So hopefully, by my mere existence, your sheer rage will clear your mind.

[thewarningafter]

That's not usually how mental clarity works.

[zunesareawesome]

...sure, but did it work this time?

[thewarningafter]

Sure. Sure. I, um. I've had worse.

[zunesareawesome]

See! I told--

Wait, really?

[thewarningafter]

Probably? Almost certainly.

[zunesareawesome]

...right. Well, now that you're all better, I guess you should probably rest or something. We're still working on getting in there.

[thewarningafter]

Yeah. I don't...sure. Rest.

[zunesareawesome]

Exactly. Best thing you can do right now. I'll check in later when I can.

[thewarningafter]

Yeah. Do that.

[Don't leave him alone in here. Stephen won't protest, though, if Peter hangs up at this point.]

[zunesareawesome]

...yeah. Take care. I mean, as much as you can.

[Yeah, he feels a little bad about just leaving him like that. So instead he gets comfortable, leave his tablet on and plays the following songs until he drifts off for the night:

Don't Stop Believin', by Journey, Another Brick in the Wall, by Pink Floyd, O-o-h Child, by the Five Stairsteps, September by Earth, Wind & Fire.]