[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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[howdull]

Perhaps not into you.

[Somehow he manages to look utterly smug and superior even while stark naked at the edge of a giant pit.]

But I'm different, I have the capability to comprehend and extrapolate data that most others find horrific, and that's what I intend to do again.

[sleight_of_fate]

That's...fair. Some people are different that way.

[It's called sociopathy, but he's pretty sure that Sherlock already knows that.

And Rhys is too tired for an argument about it, anyway. When the guy's right, he's right. And what does it say about Rhys himself, how numb he's gotten to certain things in his world?]

I'd at least put some shorts on, though, there's fucking teeth down there, dude.

[howdull]

Even if there are teeth, I doubt a layer of cloth would stop them from ripping into my genitals just as keenly as the rest of my flesh, rendering shorts useless.

[He grins very suddenly and then bends his knees.]

Well, I'm off, then.

[sleight_of_fate]

[Personally, Rhys would feel better with protected junk if he was going to jump in, even if it was an illusion, but Sherlock has already pointed out that he is immune to the horror that other men experience. Go him.

Sherlock readies himself to jump, and there's a moment when Rhys knows he should do something, reach out, grab the bigger man. Tackle him down, force him to the ground rather than letting him go. His brain is racing through all the things he should do, but his muscles just freeze, unmoving.

Sherlock's bigger. He's determined. And Rhys is so tired. If Sherlock really wants to go, can Rhys even stop him?

More importantly, Rhys's body won't even react to his mental commands before Sherlock actually does move. Thought doesn't leave to motion, not the way it should with the level of fatigue he's at, and Rhys only takes a shocked, helpless step forward after Sherlock's gone.]