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

[snowblindmods]

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

Comments

[rubikscomplex]

[House's throat is raw from singing and crying and trying to talk. But that doesn't particularly matter right now. Kid is here. That means there's an opportunity to screw with him, to try to piss him off enough to break him. He drops the capless marker he's been using to try to draw eyes again. Mostly there are a bunch of disconnected, jagged lines and misshapen circles around the floor of his cell. Having no hands and being blind makes this an extremely difficult obsession to satisfy.

In addition to all of that, House is feverish to the touch, he's shivering and covered in a thin sweat. His skin is extremely pale. His words are a bit garbled thanks to his cut tongue, but he makes an effort to articulate.]

Not interested in anything from a lopsided beanpole. You only broke one of my arms. Nice symmetry, jackass.

[equal_shots]

[Kid bristles at the comment, stiffening immediately. The confusion on his face morphs into clear discomfort, lips drawing into a thin line and gaze darkening.

I could destroy you--

As quickly as the thought clouds his vision, it's gone, and he rubs his forehead to clear it.]

You need to eat. Don't talk about symmetry. I don't-- [Focus. Why is he here? Feed the prisoners, friends, other travelers stuck in Norfinbury here with him, kidnapped here like he was potential converts. Ensure House eats. That's why he's here. That's what he came down for.

Without ceremony, he sits beside House on the floor and steadies the bowl of applesauce-like food.] --I don't care about that. I care that you eat and drink, now. You're looking ill, and that's not what we want here. Don't be so stubborn.

[rubikscomplex]

Stubborn is my middle name. Except it's only spelled with one 'b.' Mom and Dad were really into misspellings and seven.

[With an agonized groan, House rolls over so that he's facing away from the side that Kid sat down on.]

[equal_shots]

[Fine.

Kid shifts and checks to ensure that the fever isn't too terribly high--he is unfortunately for House a terrible gauge as he too is still quite feverish and might even feel warm through the doctor through the acolyte's cloak.

Holding his breath, Kid very quietly moves to House's other side. Filling his spoon with the applesauce mixture, he brings it quickly to House's lips.]

Despite your parents misgivings with unusual spellings and disgusting numbers [His skin crawls when he says this. If he could, he would entirely be rid of House. He would destroy all of this. Why?] I am not going to permit you to starve.

[rubikscomplex]

[House clamps his mouth shut and tries to jerk his head forward to collide with the spoon and make Kid drop it.]