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Angel ([personal profile] phaseshifter) wrote in [community profile] snowblindrpg2017-08-18 08:56 pm

[log] abloobloobloo x2 [closed]

Characters: Angel, Beckett, Brian, Enoch, Kid and Rhys (whew)
Location: Building 124/122
Date: Evening 268/269 respectively
Summary: Gross tearful reunions! Both of the good and not-so-good variety.
Warnings: Torturechat? Specifics in subject lines etc etc you know the drill

Write your own starters, nerds

124, day 268: This house, covered in snow, is dark and cold, but better than outside. The snow presses in on the windows and makes the roof creak and groan whenever it shifts, but it seems to be holding up alright. It's a standard, single-story house with a living room, single bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and dining room. There's a bed frame in the bedroom, but it doesn't have a mattress. The house is sparsely furnished, unfortunately with mostly metal There's a back door leading off into darkness, but it isn't locked. There's a blue smear on the bathroom cabinet. Xs have been carved into the cabinets in the kitchen. There are large smears of black spraypaint on the front and back doors. "Hsiaoke Pass" had been carved into the wall next to the back door, but it's been scratched off crudely with some sort of blade. It's been carved back in again nearby, deeply and with purpose. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY TWO HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN. IF YOU NEED ANY ASSISTANCE, PLEASE CALL @LELRIC." has been written on a wall.

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122 - Day 269: This A-frame house consists of one large empty room and a sealed door that seems like it should lead to a basement, although there's currently no way to open it up and see. A penis has been drawn on a corner of the wall in some sweet-smelling dried white substance, as well as "suck it". Below the words, "you first" is written in pen. "It is a two dimensional drawing. It cannot be sucked." is written below as well, in neat block letters. On the wall in blue ink is written "This is Building 105 on the composite map. Contact @CaptSteveRogers for details." Underneath is a fairly accurate map showing the house in relation to the south and east snow walls, the gas station, the convenience store, the chapel, the vet's office, and buildings 80, 81, 82, 83, 84, 86, 87, 88, 89, 90, 93, 97, 99, 101, 102, 104, 105, 106, 108, 109, 111, 112, 113, 115, 116, 117, 119, 120, and 121. The snow wall is labeled "Snow wall." The gas station is labeled "Gas station; clean water, working toilet." The convenience store is labeled "Convenience store, food available; DO NOT STAY HERE OVERNIGHT." The chapel is labeled "UNSAFE, DO NOT STAY HERE OVERNIGHT." The vet's office is labeled "Presumably unsafe, DO NOT STAY HERE OVERNIGHT."


warriorscribe: (Puppy-saint)

Day 269, some meetup starters!

[personal profile] warriorscribe 2017-08-19 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[One square before lockdown, for Brian]

[He can't be much longer, Enoch thinks, but the paranoia brought on by staying here for the second night in a row keeps him aware of the possibility of him not making it. Had he gotten lost? Collapsed from exhaustion? Had someone let an anomaly into the tunnels? He had no idea if an anomaly would even pursue down there. He had no idea what to expect out of those tunnels, really. He'd never set foot in them.

The trapdoor slides open, and Enoch scoots back from his seat on the cold floor, watching the darkness warily.]

Brian?


[Reunion the second]

[They were coming, Brian had told him. Beckett, Rhys, and anyone traveling with them. He could leave his gifts for them and exit through the trapdoor at any time, he knew, and it was tempting to do so. Anything to keep from hurting him further. But the promise of seeing Beckett again was just as tempting, and ultimately his indecision makes the choice for him, as said team of travelers makes their entrance.

At least everything the cult of the Prophet made him he is not - he seems almost ashamed to exist, shrinking back from the group that comes through the door, seeming hopeful only on the one reason he had to stay. He manages the motion of a smile, but it's so strained it hardly qualifies. So is his voice, lacking in any sort of strength or conviction. It's hollowly plaintive, seeking permission just to be. However strong he'd seemed on the network in the days between the event in the tower and today, he is not now. He may be himself again, but his presence still hurts Rhys, and confronting that now is more painful than when the brainwashing was fresh.]

I...I wasn't sure if I should stay. [He offers a bundle wrapped in a cat-patterned dress and sets it down in front of him, backing away from it so it can be claimed.]

But I have these. They're for you. I'll...I'll go, if you want. The tunnels are safe overnight. I can leave.
0thingsonmymind: (pic#9471494)

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[personal profile] 0thingsonmymind 2017-08-19 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
*He hesitates after opening the trap door, having noticed he's not alone. But when Enoch speaks he relaxes (somewhat). Beckett trusted Enoch, so it was probably safe enough to come up while the other man was around. He climbs out, dragging his stuff and Enoch's along with him.

Once up he picks up Enoch's bag and hands it to the other man. He's been eating exclusively from Enoch's stuff, but at least he filled it up with rations when he last hit up a place with food. (Day 260. And Brian doesn't eat much).*
equal_shots: (Ughh)

Two. Sort of.

[personal profile] equal_shots 2017-08-20 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Kid struggles to travel. His breathing is labored, and his strength is limited. He trudged along in the snow and stumbles into the house after his traveling companions, working for air and bracing his chest. Inside, he's still out of sorts enough that he didn't see that he was about to walk directly into Enoch.

...until he walks directly into Enoch.

He stumbles back a step, startled.]


Ah--sorry. I wasn't--
warriorscribe: (Calm)

[personal profile] warriorscribe 2017-08-20 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Enoch visibly relaxes at the sight of someone familiar. He may not know terribly much about Brian, but he's Beckett's friend, and, like Brian himself, that's good enough for him.

Besides, he held on to all his things for him for this long, and he didn't have to. That said good things about him.]

I can't thank you enough, Brian. It must have been so difficult to carry all of this.

[And, as he unzips his bag to transfer the stuff from his plastic bag into it, he notices the food that hadn't been there before.] You refilled it, too? Oh, you didn't need to do that...here, you should have what you put in.

[He takes the extra food out of the bag and offers it to Brian.] It's only fair, you had to carry it all.
0thingsonmymind: (Dark)

[personal profile] 0thingsonmymind 2017-08-20 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
*Well he did only put food in there so he could eat it, so he's not going to argue. He'll just take his food back. And possibly some more than that, but at least he's limited to what his bags can carry.

He nods, then cants his head. Its his way of asking what's up with Enoch. Aside from the obvious.*
warriorscribe: (Puppy-saint)

[personal profile] warriorscribe 2017-08-20 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
[And Enoch might have warned him if he had been entirely present mentally at the moment, but no. With his effect on Rhys like a vise on his heart, he doesn't notice Kid about to walk into him, either.

Until, of course, he does, and he is startled out of whatever nightmare fog his mind had sunken into.]

Oh- no, it's-...

[...The poor child looks terrible. He'd noticed he hadn't been eating in the tower but...he hadn't had much, himself. He'd fed the prisoners more than he fed himself. He couldn't blame him for not having an appetite then.]

...are you still not eating?
equal_shots: (:c)

[personal profile] equal_shots 2017-08-20 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Another one concerned that he doesn't eat? Kid isn't sure he can manage.

Scrubbing his eyes, Kid warily looks up at Enoch. The brainwashing-driven enthusiasm gone, the teen looks haggard and sounds awful.]
I--what?

[His attire speaks louder than he does. Everything on his person seems huge, his coat hanging off his shoulders loosely and his pants baggy around his legs. Were Enoch able to see, he would find that the clothing Kid had arrived in barely fits now.

He means to clear his throat. Instead, he's coughing violently until the fit passes.]
I do eat... [Sometimes. Occasionally.]
warriorscribe: (A little lost)

[personal profile] warriorscribe 2017-08-21 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[He may not be familiar enough with Brian to know for certain what he's asking, but he recognizes the general idea of a question.]

I'm not sure what you're asking me about. Is it what recently happened?
0thingsonmymind: (Watching)

[personal profile] 0thingsonmymind 2017-08-21 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
*That's as good a place as any to start, so he just nods.*
warriorscribe: (Quiet pause)

269, general starter

[personal profile] warriorscribe 2017-08-21 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Knowing the effect he has on Rhys, Enoch keeps to a corner, shrunk back against it as if he could become part of its shadows. For the most part, he doesn't speak except when spoken to - even then, he keeps his voice low and flinches when the conversation starts, glancing in the last direction he'd seen Rhys. It had hurt badly enough when he was brainwashed, when the one inflicting pain was not his true self and he knew it. But it's worse now, in the aftermath, because the person he had been turned into had ensured he, his real self, still hurt Rhys and Billy and anyone deeply affected enough by him or by their tortures.

He breaks his silence about two hours after lockdown, by quietly singing a lullaby that may sound familiar to himself. He'll stop readily enough if interrupted. It must have become habit at some point, but it must be very recent - he'd never sung it while traveling with Beckett and Brian, and Kid would not have heard it in the Prophet's tower.

Other than the occasional sniffle as he cries in a short-lived dream, he doesn't make any other noise, and doesn't seem to sleep without nightmares. He looks up if anyone draws near him with purpose, a forward lean betraying how badly he needs the interaction.]
warriorscribe: (Concern)

[personal profile] warriorscribe 2017-08-21 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
I noticed you didn't while we were-...there.

[Well that could have been more eloquent, but in the company of two of the prisoners he's extremely uncomfortable elaborating. He's not even comfortable talking, voice lowering to try to keep the conversation as unintrusive as possible.]

How much a day? You look quite weak, and I see that you're ill, but...did your appetite never return?

[Frisk had MN poisoning sickness, too, and they seemed better off than this. That is malnourishment he's looking at.]
warriorscribe: (Pain of doubt)

[personal profile] warriorscribe 2017-08-22 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
I'm... [He looks down at his pack. For an eerie second, he has the sensation that he's looking at another person's belongings.

He shakes his head to clear it when the feeling passes.]

I don't know what to say about it. It was terrible. I'm still healing. All of us are.
headjacked: ([r_1100101])

[personal profile] headjacked 2017-08-22 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ She claimed she was resting her eyes and then disappeared.

Odds are strong she fell asleep but what IF. WHAT IF. Rhys' brain catastophisizes in graphic, horrific ways, and he practically throws the door open, limping in as fast as a pained, sick noodle can.

'-shhhh!' orders the hologram keeping watch over the wee sleeper. Rhys breathes a sigh of relief before looking back at Beckett, unsure how to proceed. Ever fiber of his being wants to hug Angel, but.

She slep. ]
bookofnope: (tired old man smile)

[personal profile] bookofnope 2017-08-22 10:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Unlike Rhys, Beckett has the patience of a practiced immortal, so he only follows about three-quarters as fast as he can. Therefore he does not develop enough momentum to collide with Rhys's back when he stops, which is a blessing to everyone. He, however, only pauses for a brief moment at the sight of Angel asleep.

Peaceful sleep. His girl. And her screambot and holojerk, but he has eyes only for her.

Beckett also has the physical control and precision of a practiced immortal, so he creeps closer in utter silence. Goes to one knee without a sound. You ever seen a cat crawl into their human's bed, Rhys? Now you have, except the cat is a vampire. So if you manage not to squeal at the adorkableness of it all, Beckett may just succeed in curling up to Angel without waking her.]
0thingsonmymind: (Default)

[personal profile] 0thingsonmymind 2017-08-22 01:08 pm (UTC)(link)
*That doesn't really help. He cants his head to the other side, hoping it will prompt Enoch to contiune.*
0thingsonmymind: (Dark)

Night 269

[personal profile] 0thingsonmymind 2017-08-22 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
A. Later

He'd been overjoyed (well, as much as he was able to be) to see Beckett again, but the hypers were an unpleasant surprise. It figured, though, they were always clinging to Beckett. And on top of that someone he didn't even know had to be here. Way too many people for him...he considered leaving, but his need to be by his friend won out enough to keep him there.

Not enough for him to try to socialize, though. Instead he found himself a corner to watch (and film, of course) the others from. It all seemed normal enough for him, but he was clutching the Jade doll in a death grip. It wasn't her, but it made him feel better. Somehow.

B. Reunion

idk meeting up or something
bookofnope: (creepy glow eyes thing)

Night 269

[personal profile] bookofnope 2017-08-22 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
This time y'all only get an angsty prompt SORRY


[Myriad reunions have kept Beckett busy for a while, but just as he knew they would, all eventually come to and end, and he is left with his thoughts.

He has... a lot of thoughts. He'd been quiet for a long time now - days - making only functional conversation, keeping to himself at night. A lot of it is what passes for his work here, making and updating records, looking for connections. But beyond all of it, his talk with Manny is lodged in his mind like a sharp thing in living flesh, pulsing with pain, teetering between the effort of healing and the churn of infection. He can't stop thinking about it. A lot of the time he can't think about anything else.

Almost everyone that he cares for in the town are here. He wants to talk, and doesn't know how, where to begin. They'd all have seen his restless pacing habit in action by now, would know that something's the matter when Beckett is up long past lockdown at minute, useless searching. That't old news. But something is different this time. He doesn't wind up staring out the window in private frustration.

No, he actually them, whoever he can find awake, nods at the basement door which leads to the only bit of privacy to be found in the house. An obvious request.]


I need to talk. And I should warn you, it'll be... heavy.
bookofnope: (tired old man smile)

OR SOMETHING

[personal profile] bookofnope 2017-08-22 02:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Some reunions are emotional and obvious and involve a lot of awkward crying, but with Brian, Beckett is in favour of a much more subdued routine. No hugs perhaps, but as soon as he and Rhys come through the door and he catches sight of his friend - out of the way as usual - he walks right to him. No hesitation, despite his persistent feeling of having done wrong by Brian in the tower. Brian wants that behind them - very well.

Not a lot of words. Just a smile, as he holds a hand out for Brian to clasp.
0thingsonmymind: (Glowing)

[personal profile] 0thingsonmymind 2017-08-22 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)
He'd been watching the door, of course, so he's on his feet the instant it opens. Not just because it could be Beckett, but because it could be someone else (or even an anomaly).

He heads over eagerly, but his step does obviously falter when he sees Rhys. Hopefully Rhys would be decent for once and let him reunite with Beckett.

He doesn't really get handshakes, but he knows enough to know that's what Beckett is going for. He grasps the hand tightly but doesn't shake. He just holds on, almost as if he's afraid it isn't real.
headjacked: ([r_weeeeee!])

[personal profile] headjacked 2017-08-22 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Rhys only has a second for his heart to melt, and melt it does before Dumpy intercepts his attempt to join the quiet pile of vampire and space nerd. ]

Buddyyyyyy -- !

[ Dumpy is hugged and tucked under one arm to muffle the screams and barfy noises coming from the pair. Rhys stumbles a bit, woozy, before he drops next to Angel and properly snugs. ]

Look, nobody died or got kidnapped this time! We did it!

[ He says, laughing and choking up. ]
warriorscribe: (It'll be fine...won't it?)

[personal profile] warriorscribe 2017-08-22 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Is there- what are you looking for? A specific answer?

[He doesn't really want to just start rambling about it without knowing where his mind will lead. It's still a raw wound, even more so knowing Brian was likely coordinating with Beckett and his group would therefore not be long in meeting them.]
Edited (that needed some clarification) 2017-08-23 04:08 (UTC)
warriorscribe: (Uncertain)

[personal profile] warriorscribe 2017-08-23 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
[He wakes up at hey, brought out of a nightmare of scalpels that clung to his hands and suffocating, lonely emptiness. The rest of her words sink in as he stares up in confusion, not knowing what had brought her over here until he realizes his face is wet.

Enoch reaches up to wipe his tears away, with the aid of one last sniff.

He'll be okay - sure, he does usually wind up more or less okay. This isn't his first breakdown. The thing that makes this least okay of them in all his years, though...]

Will he?

[He doesn't use Rhys's name, doesn't want to accidentally wake him by drawing his attention so directly.]

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