Event: Consolidation Theory, Part One and Two

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Characters: red-marked characters
Location: ???
Date: Morning & Day 353
Summary: You wake up in a cell.
Warnings: general horror warnings; please note in subject lines for anything specific that comes up

Consolidation Theory OOC Post
Part Two OOC Post

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[fuckingwolverine]

[There's a pause... and then she howls like a wolf. It's not a bad imitation, actually.]

[bywolves]

[ That actually gets a quiet laugh out of him. Very short, a little strained, but. A beat, and then, carefully avoiding Alfie's gaze from across the way because he's not looking to embarrass himself too badly - he howls back, a quieter version that... actually isn't that bad either. ]

[fuckingwolverine]

[Oh, Alfie is definitely watching with an amused look on his face. You make friends with that feral child, Royce. And Lilly, for her part, loves it. She howls again, following it up with a couple of yips.]

Wolf.

[She agrees, finally. She doesn't actually believe that he is one (she's not sure she believes in the talking cats, either), but she'll let him call himself one if he wants to.]

[bywolves]

Mm. Wolf. [ She's adorable, in Royce's opinion. ]

You have a name, copycat?

[fuckingwolverine]

[Well, if he's going to name himself after an animal, she wants to be cool and do the same thing. Rabbit, maybe - except rabbits get caught and eaten. Sometimes by her.]

Wolf.

[She'll be a copycat in this way, too.]

[bywolves]

[ His lips twitch again. ]

How are people going to tell us apart?

[fuckingwolverine]

[She makes a noncommittal noise. Who cares whether or not other people can tell them apart?]

[bywolves]

Hm. You're right. [ He closes his eyes. ] What does your cell look like, Wolf?

[fuckingwolverine]

[She really likes it when people get what she's saying without making her use too many words. It relaxes her, and makes her more open to actual talking.]

Nuffin' in it. Can't geddout.

[bywolves]

[ He was a nonverbal kid too, once. He gets it. ]

Me either. Tried hitting the barrier and it didn't work. No weak spots in the bathroom either.

[fuckingwolverine]

[She doesn't say anything, an expectant silence hanging in the air. What is he going to try next? What can they do?]

[bywolves]

[ He's quiet for a while, thinking. ]

If someone comes to try to get you out of that cell, you should bite and kick and scratch them as much as you possibly can.

[fuckingwolverine]

Mm!

[Great idea; that's generally her go-to plan when people try to grab her.]

You?

[Does he also scratch and kick and bite?]

[bywolves]

Yeah. Me too. Did that the last time I was stuck in a cell. Nobody good comes for you in a place like this.

[fuckingwolverine]

[More silence. She's mulling something over.]

... Cell?

[He's said it a couple of times, but seriously, this just looks like a room to her.]

[bywolves]

[ A beat. ]

We're in a prison. You know what that is?

[fuckingwolverine]

No.

[Not even a little bit.]

[bywolves]

Prison is a place that holds people against their will. [ Which is a way simplified version but. ] And they won't let us out. Might not even feed us.

[fuckingwolverine]

Like a house.

[bywolves]

You can leave houses. [ He tilts his head back. ] Usually.

[fuckingwolverine]

Can't.

[If you try, you get dragged inside and yelled at for sleeping in the yard in the cold. She knows from experience.]

[bywolves]

Mm. [ He thinks about it. ] This entire place is a prison. Maybe not for you. Don't know if you care whether you're here or where you came from. But it is for some people.

House can be a prison. Guess it depends on what perspective you're looking from.

[fuckingwolverine]

[It's an interesting idea, and she's quiet for a moment, thinking about it. She's not totally clear on the meaning of every single word he says, but she still gets the general gist of the idea.

Quietly and a little clumsily, she asks:]

Per-spec-tive?

[bywolves]

Yes. A different view. [ He tilts his head in the direction of her cell. ] A different way of seeing things or thinking of things.

[fuckingwolverine]

[Oh. She gives a displeased little grunt at that. Nope, houses are pretty much always prisons; sorry, she doesn't make the rules. Abandoned houses in the woods (and maybe in Norfinbury) are the sole exception.]

Want Mama.

[She mutters, more to herself than to Royce.]

I want Victoria.