Event: Consolidation Theory, Part One and Two

[snowblindmods]

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

[jmencalisse]

Hey, somebody touches my shit? No mercy.

[Look, the thought of some asshole trying to wreck his car after he is gone is enough to make his blood boil.]

Never ran into one. Just the drugs, I think. ... But that was before I got here. I am not so sure anymore.

[sleight_of_fate]

[Rhys laughs. He'd offer a fistbump, but, well. It's the thought that counts, right?]

This place is kind of the best of all worlds. Bad tech, bad drugs, bad ghosts. I got stabbed by one, even. They're angry fuckers.

It's all tied together somehow, but I haven't figured it out. It just...is. Just gotta live through it, like anything else.

[He tilts his head as the footprints stop at the wall, and turn into butterfly arrangements of handprints on the wall. Sorry, blood ghost. Rhys already tried that.]

[jmencalisse]

... How does one get stabbed by a ghost? I thought they were all... ghostish.

[Martin comments on his eloquence and inquires if he has never seen a horror movie in his life.]

Why don't you fuck off? Or be a helpful ghost and stab whoever put us in here?

[sleight_of_fate]

Ghosts are energy. When they get everything moving in the right direction, they can go poltergeist. Throw things, break things, write on walls, stab you. I've had a ghost throw a whole block of kitchen knives at me b'fore.

[The phantom in his cell starts fingerpainting with the blood, big roundish flowers that melt into black smears and vanish back into the floor.]

These ghosts are special. Computer ghosts. I dunno. Everyone dead here on tape.

[jmencalisse]

Like in the movies. Alright, I get it.

[A beat.]

Like, threw the block-block or all the knives...?

[sleight_of_fate]

All of the knives. Pulled 'em out of the block, and sent 'em pointy-end first.

[It had been an experience.]

Should've stuck with bartending but you know. Sucker for punishment, I guess.