[log] The Pit [open]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: Anyone participating in the Pit event.
Location: A room.
Date: Day 330
Summary: You wake up in a room.
Warnings: general warnings; potential for morbid/suicidal thoughts; note specific warnings in subject line, please!

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[thewarningafter]

[Stephen narrows his eyes; furrows his brow.]

There are more of us here than you might expect.

[It's not so unusual, then. Not something he can really be considered to have in common with House, surely.]

[jmencalisse]

[You keep telling yourself that, Stephen. He kind of senses there's a lot of beef between you two.]

So is House a dealer or a user?

[thewarningafter]

User.

[Zero hesitation on that answer.]

Chronic pain before he came here. Miracle of miracles, he's been healed, and yet his opioid use continues.

[jmencalisse]

[Well, interesting. That didn't take long. What happened to the reluctance of talking to the cop?]

So he came in a user?

[Honestly, David could see how a withdrawal in a place that is literally a drug horror trip might prove challenging.]

Where's the stuff coming from?

[thewarningafter]

[It helps when he gets to talk about someone he hates but who he's pretty sure can't actually do anything to retaliate against him.]

After the administrator cut off his supply? Prescription arrangements with third parties. Supplies have been running low for months, but who cares, right?

[jmencalisse]

So others ask the admin for drugs and then give it to him.

[Playing the system of this shithole, David can at least appreciate that.]

What about you then?

[thewarningafter]

[And Stephen's guard comes right back up.]

What about me?

[jmencalisse]

What is your story?

[thewarningafter]

Well, my career as a neurosurgeon ended prematurely thanks to a car crash, and when Western medicine failed me I traveled to Kathmandu in search of healing, met someone called the Ancient One who taught me to tap into powers previously beyond my imagination, and somehow ended up as the Earth's first line of defense from ancient evils that reside in neighboring dimensions.

[Sorry, David, were you asking about the drugs? Because you asked for Stephen's story.]

[jmencalisse]

[Oh, why don't you fuck right off.]

... So then why are we here, do you just suck at your job or what.

[thewarningafter]

[Ouch. Stephen makes a face.]

Still working on that one. Still working on whether any of this was even done using magic.