snowblindrpg | Event: Consolidation Theory, Part Four and Five

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Event: Consolidation Theory, Part Four and Five

Characters: red-marked characters and their new friends
Location: ???
Date: Morning 354, Morning and Day 355
Summary: A quiet morning and a confusing morning, or maybe they're both, or maybe they're neither.
Warnings: gore, psychological horror, warn for specifics in the subject lines

Part Four OOC Post
Part Five OOC Post

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[ Will didn't recognize the man, but he could read the body language. It was like navigating the initial interaction with a dog that had been kicked too many times.

With the added benefit of being able to translate the universal indicator of a shaking head.

It was painful, brutally painful and he had to be careful because if he fell back he wouldn't be able to catch himself, but Will sank to his heels. Making himself a less threatening form. ]

Yeah. [ He said, in a voice that had been wrecked by the toilet paper but was still soft and level. ] That was a pretty stupid question, wasn't it?

*He nods, then chants his head. He taps on the force field--solid to him but apparently not to everyone--the points at Will. How is he outside?*

[ It takes him a moment to put all that together and he gives a shrug ... regrets it but manages to swallow the wince. ]

I'm not entirely certain. [ He answered honestly. ] If I had to speculate, I'd say it is something to do with the marks, as I've seen others like me outside their cells but no one with marks.

But I can't confirm that.

Have these cells be impenetrable to you the whole time you've been here?

*He nods and bangs against the force field just in case Will needs a demonstration.

He then points to his neck and cants his head to the other side. Ginger had bruising, does Will? Perhaps the new people were held in another manner.*

[ Watching the man banging on what appeared to be a force field, Will's brows drew together and he moved closer. Reaching up a hand he stretched it out cautiously and ... watched as it seemed to pass unbothered past the point where the man's hand had been stopped.

Glancing towards the figure, Will took a deep breath and stepped right through the barrier and into the cell. He stood there for a moment, then stepped back out into the corridor. ]

Alright, thats ... interesting. [ Maybe?

He gave it a moment's more thought, then focused on the unspoken question. Lifting his hand to his throat, he probed at the tenderness there. His shirt was in tatters, but he drew it down a little more to give Brian a better view.

His neck showed bruising similar to Ginger. Something uniform in its circular shape, with clean edges that made a uniform bruising pattern. ]

I haven't been past a mirror recently, but it feels pretty sore?

*He tenses and skitters back as Will steps into his cell. When the other man leaves he tries to follow but the blue field remains solid to him. He sighs--or heaves his shoulders like he does, at least, since he doesn't make any noise. ~~Well, it was worth a try.~~

He leans up against the field to get a better view when Will shows his neck then nods. That was like Ginger's alright.*

[ Will watched Brian try to follow him out of the cell, and winced when he was stopped. ]

Sorry. [ He offered quietly.

When Brian studied his neck and then nodded, Will shifted around his shirt collar (what was left of it) and exhaled a deep breath. ]

I think it's how all of us, where you just recently brought down here, were restrained. Perhaps because Miller knew we wouldn't be held back by whatever is keeping you and the others in your cells?

*That could be it...but why would Miller let them out now? What was the purpose to it? There had to be one, Miller seemed like the type to plan all this out just to fuck with them.

He shrughs and shakes his head. Maybe, but he's not sure that's in.*

Yeah, I know it's speculation. [ Will said, sounding a little defeated or perhaps just tired. ]

But we don't seem to have much else to do at the moment.

*He sits down and taps out a message in morse code on the floor.*

I think they want us to. Suffer.

*Of course everyone understands what his codes mean.*

[ Luckily morse code was something he had picked up in the police academy and it had stuck with him, even if he was a little rusty.

He gave the comment some thought, but then slowly shook his head. ]

I don't think it's that simple. This sounds like he was attempting something and it failed. The fact that we're all still here, unfortunately, suggests he's going to keep trying.

*~~Ah good, more proof that everyone understands him when he does this and therefor doesn't need to communicate better.~~*

May be. May be both. I donot think he would let you out for long. He wants to control.

~~*That could be the paranoia talking.*~~

[ Will might not be the best benchmark. He was rubbish at communication in general. ]

If that's the case, then perhaps he has a reason for allowing us out now? I don't know, it's all speculation and will remain such until the next move is made.

[ And Will expected there to be some sort of move. Otherwise he wanted to believe that they would have been spit back out into the cold and the snow.

After spending a couple of breaths battering himself against questions with no answers, he looked back at Brian. ]

May I ask, how you ended up in the pit? When we were held there?

He must.

*But he can't do anything but speculate either.

He cants his head at the last question.*

I went in. I wanted answers.

Since you and the others have been down here, have you noticed any difference between those who went in deliberately and those who ended up there inadvertently?

[ It was the first time he'd had the opportunity to ask. Will was still a little sketchy on the exact details about the differences, he'd been busy having a spike in paranoia at the time, but he recalled enough to ask now. ]

*He considers for a few moments, then shakes his head. He points to one of his eyes.*

No. Only what was before.

I wonder what relevance there is to that. [ He mused aloud, sharing his thoughts with the man in the cell. ]

Was the mistake made when we were placed in those circumstances initially, or does Miller see what was done as a mistake and is now trying to correct it.

*Hmmm.*

@Admin couldnot see. May be Miller cannot? Tell difference between eyes and not eyes.

~~*He sure does tap out that @ symbol. Its important.*~~

[ It takes him a moment to sort that particular message out, but once he has it Will gives a slight duck of his head. ]

Or Miller sees us all the same. Lab rats.

[ A little harsh, as he's never really had interactions with Miller. But this one here and now is a doozie. ]

I think that is correct. He doesnot care about us.

*Why would he?*

[ Will blinked, then made a show of stepping back, looking around at their current environment, situation and then back to Brian. ]

You mean these aren't four star accomodations?

[ Sorry Brian, but he could only hold on to what amounted to an helpless anger for so long. He had to compartmentalize it or end up screaming at the walls. It was how he'd dealt with the BHCI and Chilton. ]

*...?*

Four star?

[ Errr...

Will blinks and then tries to remember that he's met a self-professed vampire, so it should not come as a surprise to run into someone who might not be from Earth. ]

It's shorthand for a fancy hotel [ Hotel? ] Uhm, shelter and sleeping conditions.

*He cants his head for a moment, thinking. He knows hotel, there's one here after all. And Jay and Tim had used them quite often. The hotel here seemed fancy, but that was probably because of the possible source of heat in the basement. This place was warm, but definitely not fancy.

After a moment he shakes his head. This is not a fancy hotel.*

[ That bombed in spectacular fashion.

The story of so many of his conversations to be honest. He gave Brian a small nod, and then pointed up the corridor between the cells. ]

I should probably check in on some of the others.

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