[log] Noisy Black Part Three - Mingle [closed]

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Characters: characters participating in the noisy black event
Location: An office building.
Date: Night 261 - Day 262
Summary: Conversion and exploration.
Warnings: body horror, body trauma, medical horror, psychological trauma, forced IVs/forced feeding, note specifics in subject lines please

Sinners
Converted
Exploration

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[godsspeed]

[ He doesn't even pause or stutter as Quark starts speaking to him. Mostly this is because he can't hear him and hasn't yet seen him, still staring up at the ceiling as he is, but truthfully he probably wouldn't stop even if he had noticed him. This is important, what he's doing. It's his duty. It's what he was made for. ]

[averytinyparticle]

Have you been doing this for a long time...?

[He shifts on his feet, waiting, but he's not really sure how long Castiel's going to keep chanting for. He figures he could at least spare a few minutes, and sighs, sitting down across from where Castiel stands chanting. He puts the bowl down next to him.]

Let me know when you're ready to eat.

[godsspeed]

[ Thankfully for everyone, the top of Quark's head bobs into Castiel's peripheral vision as he passes. He might've kept going indefinitely if it hadn't, but now that he's noticed he has company he stops, looking down at him, brow furrowing in confusion. ]

You. You're not one of my brothers. Why are you here? [ This is... not Heaven. That starts to sink in steadily as he looks at the boy. Where is he, again? Somewhere else. Somewhere far from home. ]

Is this Hell?

[averytinyparticle]

No, of course not! It's me, Quark, Mister Castiel!

[He laughs. Boy, he's glad that Castiel snapped outta that one. He stands with his bowl, lifting it up so Castiel can see.]

You're confused right now. That's normal. It'll get much better soon--I brought you food! It'll help, I promise.

[godsspeed]

[ There's a long moment where Castiel looks deeply confused by the offered bowl. He doesn't eat. Angels don't require sustenance even when occupying mortal vessels. But wait, he remembers needing to recently for... some reason. Where is he? Not Hell. ]

That's right. Nanomachines. Okay. [ As wary as he is of this, it occurs to him that the gnawing sensation he's been experiencing for the past several hours is hunger. With great care he kneels again, lowering himself to the floor while trying to keep his upper body as still as possible. ]

[averytinyparticle]

[If Quark gets what he's talking about, he doesn't say anything. He just smiles, filling up a spoonful of goopy sustenance and raising it toward Casitel's mouth.]

Thanks again for being such a good sport about all this. You're really gonna be amazing.

[godsspeed]

[ He accepts the food without question or complaint, though he continues to appear as distant as ever. ]

What is it that I'm meant to be amazing at? [ He doesn't remember. Worship. Reverence. Something. ]

[averytinyparticle]

Following the Prophet, of course!

[After a couple spoonfuls, he carefully tilts water into Castiel's mouth. Down the hatch!]

[godsspeed]

[ The water gives him a little trouble. He inhales some accidentally and spends a moment coughing and sputtering before he recovers enough to ask; ]

Chuck Shurley?