[log] Lean on me [closed]

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Characters: The Sorcerer Not-Yet-Supreme, Star-Cat, Star-Lord, and the Librarian
Location: Building 318 and various
Date: Day 339-343
Summary: The visiting of Flynn Carsen to the clan of Snow.
Warnings: References to character death, drowning, blood (because this is a scary building), more CW's in ensuing threads.




318: The stench of blood is thick in this garage, with blood long-soaked into the concrete floor, staining nearly the entire expanse. There are empty wooden tables to be sat on if you would rather not sit on the floor, though they've all been flipped as if in anger. One of the tables has been broken into pieces and burned, and another has pieces missing as if someone had begun to break it into pieces but was interrupted. The whole place has a hostile air to it, and the walls sound like they're breathing at night. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY TWO, CONTACT @LELRIC FOR ANY ASSISTANCE." "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY SIX, PLEASE CALL @LELRIC FOR ANY ASSISTANCE NEEDED." and "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY EIGHT, FOR ANY ASSISTANCE PLEASE CONTACT @LELRIC ANY TIME." are written on one of the walls.

Comments

OTA; cw drug use and addiction p. much always

[thewarningafter]

This...isn't exactly Stephen's first choice of places to meet. When they get in he briefly contemplates turning one of the tables back over only to decide it isn't worth the energy and set his things down on its underneath side instead. He finds his hand slipping into his pocket to clasp the baggie of pills inside, struggles with himself a moment, then lets himself leave his hand there to feel the pills through the plastic as he does a brief check around the building, counting them off in his head. He's looking haggard and worn these days, sweaty and shaky and sleepless.

That doesn't seem likely to change tonight.

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[cahooted]

When Flynn arrives he shoves the door open forcefully with the relieved energy of someone who is really glad to get out of the snow and cold. Pausing in the doorway he huffs, shaking himself like a dog to get the excess snow of his clothes and hair. Only then does he stop to take a look around. He hadn't bothered to check the map for details when it came to their meeting place and man, that's the last time he's making that mistake.

Well, this is just great. So much for a nice gathering where he can reassure and comfort Peter.

For Peter; OTA for anyone who wants to join the bedtime story party \o/; night

[cahooted]

Flynn has placed his fake bearskin rug over one of the overturned tables to make it a little more comfortable and he's not taking no for an answer; Peter is getting the extra layer tonight. But he's setting himself down next to him, wrapped in his blanket, using one of the table's legs to rest his back against. It's almost like a crossover between a pajama party and a child's game, overturning the table and pretending you're sailing on a... sea of... blood, yeah, no, maybe not.

Having recognized just how mentally and physically exhausted his friend is Flynn decides what he really needs is a good night's sleep; hopefully with the nightmares down to a minimum. And what do you do when you can't fall asleep?

That's right. It's story time.

After all, stories are the world's greatest distraction and tonight Peter is getting them all. Thinking back of the most vivid and captivating ones his Dad used to tell him when he wouldn't fall asleep, Flynn starts out simple enough but he's soon really getting into it, using different voices and dramatic gestures as the room fills with tales of faraway places and magical travels and adventure. "So the next one is called 'The Wandering Treasure Chest'."

Day 340

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Day 341

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Day 342

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Day 343

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