[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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[rubikscomplex]

You know truth. You've seen her. No faith crap. You've seen, heard.

[warriorscribe]

[He leans his head back against the other sinner's door, fighting pain. He has to stay here to guide the sinners. He has to stay here to- to-...he'd come down here for something else?]

I didn't understand!

[But even as he says this he hears it once more, Samantha crying for help again and again in his head. He doesn't feel particularly close to House; in fact, his association with him is largely negative, marked by apprehension when they speak for reasons he can't understand. But it is that feeling of being threatened somehow that pulls that memory of Samantha's voice to mind, that keeps him from avoiding it, because he's feeling the same.

He's feeling the same.

He opens his eyes, expression pleading for help, for those who can see it, gaze flicking over the cells. He wants to look in Rhys's direction, he's still sighted and mostly mobile. But the headache lingers, he's disoriented. He has to say it and hope it can be used. Before this wears off.

His voice is as desperate and pleading as his face.]

There's a trapdoor under the table!

[And then it's over. He becomes the loyal follower again. The pain slams back into his head like his skull was just used as a wrecking ball and he cries out. For a moment he's paralyzed by it, curling up and clutching his forehead with both hands.]

[rubikscomplex]

[The table. Which table? House is picturing the table in his office back at the hospital. A hospital table. Operating table. There's a way out down in the surgery room. They need someone who can still move.

But why didn't the converts go through it if they're not brainwashed except on this floor? Is it sealed like the others?]

Get it open. Get out. Mind-contol... might be only this building.

[warriorscribe]

[He doesn't hear it, unfortunately. The headaches are worse today and this one has become unbearable. The brief moment of freedom has made it even worse than it would have been had he just pestered him into being driven away.

He gets to his feet, showing no sign of even realizing anyone has said anything to him, and stumbles his way out and into the elevator.]