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: drugs

[sleight_of_fate]

Fuckers. Would kill for that now.

Weed was all I was doing when they pulled me. I was three years sober.

Well, and drinking. But barely counts.

[Compared to the shit he was doing before he quit, it really was nothing.]

Birds are good, though. Crows on the roof used to keep me company while I had my morning coffee and smoke. Noisy, pushy bastards, but good company. Kinda like the people I used to drink with.

...Just in case you're wondering, I'm a totally shit role model. If you're looking for one, pick someone else.

[notaquaman]

[Wait...this conversation got weird. Nathan pauses as he turns Rhys' response over in his head.]

I meant women. Do you, like, talk to animals? Are you a Disney Princess, mate?

[Nathan touches two fingers to one of his temples.]

Secondly, what makes you think I'm looking for a role model?

[sleight_of_fate]

Think I have better luck with actual birds. I jave the superpower of being ignored by many species, not just human.

[Rhys is a traumatized, groggy mess in a prison cell. You can only expect so much coherence out of him.]

And I dressed up in a wedding dress and prom boots for fifty bucks once. That count?

[He was a pretty, pretty princess, dammit. He misses his hair.]

Don't. Just getting the disclaimer out of the way early. You're practically a fetus, should find someone who knows better than you to to tell you that.

[notaquaman]

Practically a--how young do you think I am? I'll have you know I'm an immortal. My physical form means nothing!

[He's been immortal for like less than a year. He's so full of shit.]

[sleight_of_fate]

Will be interesting to see what you grow into, then. Once your scales harden or whatever you're gonna be when you grow up.

[Sorry, he's not quite sold, but he'll play along.]

Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be terrifying.