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

Comments

cw dissociation; fear of mental illness

[motherserpent]

[If he's in eyesight, she glares. If not, she glares at the wall and hopes he feels it anyway.]

That wasn't me.

[That was the right comment to make her go quieter, though. She looked at the last few days of network posts yesterday, enough to see that video. Enough to see someone with her face and her voice and the username assigned to her login telling people to kill each other. She hadn't been able to keep watching long enough to see how those arguments panned out; had suddenly understood the full existential horror of seeing one's doppelganger when she'd never even really thought about it before.]

I don't --

[When she woke up she thought she'd been drugged. Since then she's begun to wonder if she's lost her mind. She's not eager to share that thought with a stranger, and cuts herself off from trying to explain just how unable she is to explain any of it.]

That wasn't me.

[bywolves]

[ It's... interesting, how familiar that struggle is. Royce can't see her, but he does feel that glare, and he definitely feels how heavy that wasn't me is. She must not remember. Like Royce didn't, a day ago.

There's a long pause, and then Royce mutters: ]

No, I guess it wasn't. [ In a way. ] But the person who was on the network made decisions that landed you here. And now you get to suffer the consequences. Whatever those are.

[motherserpent]

Well, that's some serious bullshit.

[At least he doesn't argue it. She knows what this looks like, at least if the video she saw wasn't somehow faked for her benefit. She wants to think it was, but there's nothing special enough about her to justify that kind of effort. Nothing about her that justifies any of this.]

I don't know why any of this is happening to me. None of this makes sense.

[bywolves]

Most things here are.

[ Sigh. ] Get used to it. Nothing will make sense, and we'll continue to not know why any of this is happening.

[motherserpent]

I feel like I shouldn't have to tell you that that's not really going to work for me.

[But does it matter?]

[bywolves]

It doesn't exactly matter whether it works for you or not, it's going to happen. The sooner you accept that the easier this will be.

[motherserpent]

Okay, wow, that's -- are you some kind of motivational speaker? Because I think there could be a career for you there.

[bywolves]

[ Royce snorts. ]

It is motivational. Might not be the kind of motivation you want to hear, but it is a push to accept that we're screwed, here.

[motherserpent]

You keep saying that word, motivation. I don't think it means what you think it means.

[bywolves]

You're the one who brought it up in the first place.

[motherserpent]

You're the one acting like giving up's good advice.