snowblindrpg | Event: Consolidation Theory, Part One and Two

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Event: Consolidation Theory, Part One and Two

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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You can't hear her? [ Royce's head lolls to the side. ] Speak up, Tifa. Alfie - Solomons can't hear her. You.

I can't see her either, Royce.

[He says, very gently.]

[ A long, long pause, and then: ]

No. [ He rolls over, back facing Alfie, and curls up. ] He's sick, too.

Royce.

[He puts a hand on the barrier, ignoring how weird it feels to be able to touch something that looks like it shouldn't be solid. Don't break his heart, buddy.]

[ He curls up tightly. ]

You don't have to go. [ He says, opening his eyes again and looking up at her. ] It's... different, now. But you don't have to go. You can stay. There's - there's still room.

[Oh.

Alfie decides to go quiet for a moment, letting him talk.]

[ He drags in an unsteady breath, reaching out. His hand - goes through her. Another unsteady breath. ]

No, there's - there's room for you. Please. [ He actually pulls himself up. His head moves, gaze tracking someone who isn't there, following that person up and then - out of the cell. ] Tifa --

Royce, tell her I want her to come back. Eh? Tell her that I want her, too.

[He doesn't know why he's playing into this. He knows it's a delusion.

Maybe it's because sometimes, out of the corner of his eye, he still thinks he sees the sun shining.]

She can - she can hear you.

[ But it doesn't seem to matter. She's there, and then she's not, and it doesn't make any sense. Royce rests his forehead against the barrier, and stares down at the floor. ]

She's - gone? She's gone. [ He's confused. A beat. ] She's always been... she just walked out of the barrier. I don't understand.

What did she say?

There's no room for her. [ Royce mumbles. ] She said she was going to look for Emily.

She'll find Emily and bring her back, then.

... Yeah. [ He blinks once. Twice. And then fuzzily, dizzily looks up at Alfie. ] Okay. She'll come back.

How are you, mate?

[Still facing Royce, he closes his eyes.]

Do you feel ill?

Yeah. Sick. [ He wraps his arms around his stomach, legs folded and forehead leaning against the barrier. ] Really - really sick. They injected me.

It'll pass. It'll come in waves.

[ He has to focus on... not losing his breakfast, for a moment. ]

How are you? [ This isn't as bad, he thinks. It's not as bad. As... as what. ]

M'fine.

[He looks, sounds, and feels like death warmed over, but by Norfinbury standards? He could be a lot worse.]

The sun's gone.

[ Without thinking, wistfully: ] Can I have it?

Yeah. Yeah, you can have it. You enjoy it.

[ And with that Royce drags himself up to go throw up. Give him like ten minutes. ]

It comes and goes.

[Alfie murmurs again. He flexes his fingers.]

Comes and goes.

[ When Royce makes it back to the barrier, he lays down against. Shakily. He's exhausted. ]

I'm tired. [ Royce whispers. He's not sure Alfie will hear him, with everybody else murmuring around them, but. He says it out loud anyway. ]

Do you think you can manage to sleep?

Maybe. I think so.

[ He curls up again. ] Wake me up if - if they come for you again. Okay?

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