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snowblindrpg2017-08-14 09:30 am
rubikscomplex) wrote in snowblindrpg2017-08-14 09:30 am
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Characters: Gregory House and James Wilson
Location: Building 132
Date: Evening of 271
Summary: House meets up with an old, dead friend... who is older and more dying than he last remembers.
Warnings: Probably discussion of torture, body horror, cancer, death, and PTSD.
[Where House has asked Wilson to meet him is little more than a nondescript, empty storage shed with a nondescript, sealed trapdoor. It's the entry point to the underground tunnels, though, which should make their lives easier for travel. The doctor has been pushing himself, so they're just going to have to sleep on cold, uncomfortable concrete for the night, but this certainly wouldn't be the first time for House.
He's there when Wilson arrives, curled up in a corner of the shed, reading over his tablet in the dark. The most immediate thing Wilson might notice about House is that his fashion tastes have taken a turn for the hobo-esque. He's wearing a pink scarf and there are pink gloves at his side. He's wearing several layers of coats, and there's a heavy pack at his side that has a hammer propped against it.
He's actually been maintaining more of a stubble than letting his beard grow out fully, so that's not too different. House is thinner than before, though, his eyes more sunken into dark circles for the lack of sleep.
When Wilson opens the door, House immediately grabs for his hammer and holds it in a way that indicates he's about two steps off from throwing it. He turns the tablet so that the light is illuminating the doorway, though.]
If you start sprouting tentacles, I'm murdering you. [He's joking. Mostly. He's really waiting to see if this an anomaly opening the door or actually Wilson.]
Location: Building 132
Date: Evening of 271
Summary: House meets up with an old, dead friend... who is older and more dying than he last remembers.
Warnings: Probably discussion of torture, body horror, cancer, death, and PTSD.
[Where House has asked Wilson to meet him is little more than a nondescript, empty storage shed with a nondescript, sealed trapdoor. It's the entry point to the underground tunnels, though, which should make their lives easier for travel. The doctor has been pushing himself, so they're just going to have to sleep on cold, uncomfortable concrete for the night, but this certainly wouldn't be the first time for House.
He's there when Wilson arrives, curled up in a corner of the shed, reading over his tablet in the dark. The most immediate thing Wilson might notice about House is that his fashion tastes have taken a turn for the hobo-esque. He's wearing a pink scarf and there are pink gloves at his side. He's wearing several layers of coats, and there's a heavy pack at his side that has a hammer propped against it.
He's actually been maintaining more of a stubble than letting his beard grow out fully, so that's not too different. House is thinner than before, though, his eyes more sunken into dark circles for the lack of sleep.
When Wilson opens the door, House immediately grabs for his hammer and holds it in a way that indicates he's about two steps off from throwing it. He turns the tablet so that the light is illuminating the doorway, though.]
If you start sprouting tentacles, I'm murdering you. [He's joking. Mostly. He's really waiting to see if this an anomaly opening the door or actually Wilson.]
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Got a bottle of amaretto in my pack.
[So it's a liqueur. It's the closest House has at the moment to real alcohol, though.]
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[He can't move just yet, though. Not while Wilson is so close.]
Maybe gimme some space and I'll go get it.
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[ He moves over with just the hint of an eye roll. Leave it to House to already have people willing to do things for him. ]
Sure, why not? Let's make this a real reunion between friends.
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[Actually, he traded for that booze, but never mind.
House pushes himself up and half-stumbles over his own feet before getting back to his pack. He doesn't look at Wilson as he moves, but he's listening and the other man will be able to make out how tense he is in the dimness. However well he can disguise things with his tone of voice his body is more of a giveaway for how on edge he still is.
It's only a moment to pull out the amaretto along with his flask. He drains the water that's left in there in a few gulps and pours the soda he'd popped the top on into it. He follows that up with a liberal helping of the amaretto.]
To your health.
[House takes a swig and pulls a face.]
Disgusting. But it's alcohol.
[He holds the flask out to Wilson.]
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[ He's not sure whether to be repulsed or impressed. In reality, he's neither, because this is par for the course with House. When House gets up and leaves, Wilson shifts slightly so he can follow his progress, still wary that they might have a repeat situation on their hands.
He really doesn't like how tense House looks, any more than he likes how useless he feels in light of everything that's happened. But hey, at least they have alcohol, right? ]
My health, huh? [ Wilson makes a face of his own, but he just takes the flask without further comment. ] Cheers. [ He takes a drink from it and frowns. ]
Not the best concoction, but it's better than nothing.
[ Wilson makes sure to savor it in all its disgusting glory, because who knows when they'll have alcohol again? ]
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Drank the whole bottle of absinthe that came with it in one night. That was a party.
[He'll take the flask back for another swig.]
When they bring you back from the fake dead, they screw with you. Sometimes it's physical, sometimes it's mental. Just hope you get the physical ones.
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[ Then he levels him with a look. ]
You're kidding. So you don't just die, but you die and get saddled with some physical or mental ailment on top of everything else.
[ Great. ]
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[He offers the bottle back to Wilson as he ticks off his deaths and the subsequent losses on his fingers.]
Blind, couldn't lie, motorfunction in my leg, couldn't talk or write, got off scott free on one of 'em, but half the town got murdered that night, and everything reset. [We're up to five and moving on to his other hand.] Couldn't make decisions or refuse orders, complete hearing loss, sanity... and sense of balance. Some of those were way easier to deal with than other.
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[ He takes the bottle back and is about to take a swig of it when House starts listing the various death prices he's had. As he goes on, Wilson's desire to drink disappears. ]
House, you've- You've died that many times? [ Wilson mumbles something that sounds like a couple of choice swears. ] I'm not sure I even want to know, but were all of those deaths murders? [ From what he's heard, accidents can happen. This place isn't exactly safe. ]
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[ Or murdered at all, but House does what he wants, and Wilson's not dumb enough to think that his presence is going to change that. ]
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Two were by the same guy and he's a psychopathic murder clown, one was a quantum monster thing that killed a bunch of people all on the same night, and another was a kid being mind-controlled. So it's basically more like one legit murder. Don't get your panties in a twist. I'm not planning on dying any time soon.
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Oh, like knowing who did it makes it better. I don't think this is something you can minimize, and I wish I was surprised that you're trying.
So what are you planning to do to fill that void?
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Tch! At the moment I'm planning to drink. You're way more annoying than my rosy memories of you. Aren't you the least bit interested in the ones that weren't murders?
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Fine. I'm interested. You're probably going to tell me about them anyway.
[ His tone's a little clipped, but he's at least still listening. ]
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Experiments in the morgues around here. You featured in three of them. At least your anomaly did. I have vids.
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[ He can't even go there. Making the connection between himself and an anomaly that looked like him is too much. ]
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[At least he has the edited vids that don't have the sounds of him screaming his head off.]
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[ He shakes his head. ] Why am I not surprised that you got video of it? And realizing I'm going to regret this, let's see it.
[ If he went through the trouble to get video, Wilson might as well play the attentive audience and see it. ]
cw: body horror, blood, mental and physical trauma
[House hands off the flask to Wilson while he grabs his tablet and starts looking for the videos. Wilson will be treated to several clips that have been strung together. The sound is cut out on most of them.
The first video clip does not feature Wilson. It doesn't actually show much except for the body lockers in the morgue popping open in unison and the light on the screen going too bright before it cuts off. The second video clip is also absent Wilson. Some sort of glittering, winged creature is visible, though, and it shoots arcs of lightning from its body. The video cuts out just before the arcs reach it. The third video clip is the first one to feature a Wilson monster and it's an elaborate trap set-up. The video gives a good view of words written on the wall, as well, in House's handwriting: "Wilson, if you can see this, leave a message somewhere I can find." There's an uncomfortably close-up view of Wilson's dead, chalky face before the clip cuts off. The fourth video features Wilson again. This time he's broken and warped and the view on the screen is obviously not directly from House, himself. He'll get to see House silently jerking at a set of handcuffs, trying frantically to get them off as arms from his double stretch out and wrap around House's ankles. The doctor goes limp immediately on contact and his hands are ripped through the handcuffs as he's drawn backward and into an empty cavity that's opened up in Wilson's stomach.
That's all, though. Hope you can sleep tonight, Wilson.]
cw: body horror, blood, mental and physical trauma
Then the third video starts, and Wilson jumps again at the sight of himself, only dead and chalk-white. He shoots a look at House, but his attention quickly returns to the fourth video. Watching House's apparent death is horrifying and unsettling, and he's very, very glad there's no sound to go along with the terrifying images of a monster wearing his face killing his friend.
This time, Wilson feels bile rising in his throat, and he hastily thrusts the flask back in House's direction, not really paying attention to whether it actually gets into the other man's hands or not. ]
I- That's...
[ Fighting off a wave of sudden and unpleasant nausea, Wilson can't quite get the words out that he wants to say. If he's reacting like this to a recording of the actual event, he can't even begin to picture what being there must have been like. ]
Is that... That thing still around?
[ He asks before he presses his fingers against his mouth, as if trying to hold back the sick feeling that rose up as he watched the video. ]
cw: body horror, blood, mental and physical trauma
Yep. Comes out in the morgues every time anyone's in there overnight. Different forms, same effects. There's a metallic hum a few minutes before it turns up. The panel slides open and everything starts bleeding before it kills you. It's acute MN Poisoning, according to one of the Admin's minions. You get it around some of the other anomalies, just less intense.
cw: body horror, blood, mental and physical trauma
Sounds horrific when described. I'm sure it's much worse experiencing it. And you've had the pleasure of experiencing it repeatedly.
So I gather that's what happens to anyone who dies while they're here. They become some monstrous thing that doesn't resemble them at all except for their face.
[ Why else would there be something still around looking like him, only completely distorted? ]
There's no going back, is there?
[ It seems a logical conclusion, unless he's completely misinterpreting the facts. ]
cw: body horror, blood, mental and physical trauma
Kid blindfolded himself and plugged up his ears when he went in the morgue overnight. The thing that came out was nothing. Just some random static.
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cw: allusion to suicidal ideations
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