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

[devoutish]

Good.

[Alfie mutters when he sees Rhys move off to the bathroom and hears the water running - he can't see what he's doing, but he can guess. Then when he comes back, he repeats a little louder:]

Good, yeah. Talking. Is it helping?

[headjacked]

It always does. Mostly always.

[ As non-coddly as Alfie is, their first interaction is burned into Rhys' mind, carrying over forever and always. Shmoopy, sure. Alfie doesn't need to be told. ]

You do too, with... w-your. You're you.

[ Or maybe he does. ]

[devoutish]

And I'm an impatient bastard.

[A wry joke, but also true?]

[headjacked]

Y-you are, but it's part of what I like about you. Direct. No nonsense, ever.

[ Rhys sucks in some air, holds his cool robot hand against his forehead. Breathe, collect, speak. ]

And you still... care.

[devoutish]

About you, I do, yeah. Ridiculous lad that you are.

[headjacked]

Pfft. I'm not ridiculous, other people are just -- just too serious.

[devoutish]

It's a bit of both.

[headjacked]

I can accept that.

[ Sniff. ]

Thanks, Alfie. O-on behalf of everyone around us, I'm gonna go ahead and assume.

AND THEN I MISSED THIS NOTIF

[devoutish]

[He snorts, and for a moment it sounds like he's going to go quiet, but then he speaks up again.]

You're gonna be all right?

[headjacked]

Think -- th-think I gotta. For you, Angel, Beckett, Enoch, Dr. John - Everyone who cares. Even if it's really freakin' hard.

You will too, right?

[devoutish]

Yeah. Yeah, I will; I'll be all right.

[For a certain definition of "all right".]