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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[sleight_of_fate]

[Rhys laughs, a small bark because he knows the song, but he doesn't know anymore of the lyrics to that one, either.]

Petty. Only know a little of that one.

Know another one, though.

"Wanna glide down, over Mulholland, wanna write her name in the sky...
Wanna free-fall, out into nothin', wanna leave this world for a while..."

[He's got a good voice, though it's beat to shit at the moment. And in spite of the potentially depressing lyrics, he manages to make them sound softer, lighter than the words would imply.]

[headjacked]

You know, y-you... you don't sound half bad. Can't hold a candle to me, the original, b-b... but. Not at all bad.

[ A different kind of nervous giggle, hand brushing his hair back. ]

[sleight_of_fate]

[Rhys laughs a bit.]

Could start a band, right? Cover band.

[It takes him a moment to process the rest of what Rhys said, and his eyebrows rise. He's not quite that high that he misunderstood, he's sure.

Is Rhys flirting?]

You know I'm still older than you, right? Unless you can beat 1983? I'd be the one teaching you a few things...

[Take that as you will, Rhys.]

[headjacked]

Oh?

[ He outright gigglesnorfs, with only some hesitation. Then cups a hand over his mouth to stifle it. This is so the wrong place. He can't be bothered to care. Never has, much. ]

That almost sounds like a challenge, Rhys Two.

[sleight_of_fate]

[This is so very wrong. But also entertaining.]

Well, you're kind of cute when you shut up for little while. In that "corruption kink, flustered and mussed" kinda way.

You are old enough to drink, right?

[headjacked]

[ Now he just snorts. ]

Buddy, I don't need a whole lotta h-help with the whole corruption thing. You, you should really get to know me sometime.

cw: suggestive flirting

[sleight_of_fate]

[This is getting interesting...]

Well, you don't strike me as the club type.

Are you an "on the office desk after hours" kinda guy?

cw: suggestive flirting

[headjacked]

[ This is the most successful he's been in Norfinbury, and it's while they're locked up. Almost equal parts sad and funny. S'funny. ]

Awwh, what gave me away?

[ He's also pretty sure Angel is dying next door. Hell, he's a little red-faced, and kind of relieved Other Rhys can't see him clearly through the barrier. ]

It's the tie, isn't it? The. Tie I miss, the replacement I st-still need to pick up from you.

cw: suggestive flirting

[sleight_of_fate]

[Rhys is sorry to everyone who can hear this, except he's not. He's an addict, and there's a heirarchy of needs when it comes to his vices. Especially in this place, where he's been lonely and stressed for months now.

Be careful about where you're putting your chips, other!Rhys. He just might call you.]

You just seem the type. A little too classy for the supply closet, a little too awkward for the copy machine, but the office desk? I can see it.

[The curl of smile turns just a little predatory.]

I've had it all along. Still up for offer, just gotta ask nicely. Assuming we get out of here with all the important parts intact.

cw: suggestive flirting

[headjacked]

[ well well weLL,,

He wasn't expecting it to go far beyond gentle teasing. Realizes he's clenching his fist 'til nails dig into his palm.

It's a lot in very little time. Rhys laughs again, clears his throat repeatedly. ]

We'll just have to see each other, won't we? And maybe continue the conversation. May-be.

cw: suggestive flirting

[sleight_of_fate]

[It's a weird victory, but Rhys will take it, definitely.

And what happens if they actually meet up? Well, he'll figure it out later.]

If you want your tie back, yeah, you'll definitely have to catch up with me eventually.

And...figure it out from there. If I haven't scandalized you too much, at least.

cw: suggestive flirting

[headjacked]

I don’t GET scandalized, I am the master of. Hhhhhmm —

[ Not going to happen, no matter how hard Rhys pushes one hand against the barrier. Hard enough to feel it and pull back, joining hands together and twisting his fingers.

Other Rhys is personality personified. ]

Cheers to things getting normal, ‘cause once it does - it’s — a date?

[sleight_of_fate]

[It's weird, that the conversation has gone from suicide to sex to something as strangely normal as maybe whatever could count as a date in this insane place. But considering everything? Rhys will take it. Absolutely.

He laughs quietly.]

S'a date. Not sure I'll find flowers here, but I'll come up with something.

[headjacked]

Good — ! Good, um. Don’t. Forget about me then.

[ There is a warmth in Rhys’ chest, something he hasn’t felt in quite some time. It’s unexpected, yet welcome. ]

I won’t forget you.

[sleight_of_fate]

[Rhys chuckles, surprised to find that he's feeling a bit better, too.

Tired, but a bit better.]

I'm worth staying alive for, okay?

Get some rest, we're probably gonna need it.