Event: Consolidation Theory, Part Four and Five

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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

Comments

one, cw teeth trauma, spine trauma

[bookofnope]

[The nearest free person is perhaps not in the greatest condition to help. But Beckett decides to try. It's just pain, after all. This whole situation. He refuses to take it too seriously.

Moving is an ordeal, though. First, he needs to get out of the cell, and there is no configuration of movement in which the pair of his own fangs lodged into the bone of his own spine don't cause a burst of absolutely blinding pain. But it's just pain. He makes it to hands and knees, and then makes it a foot forward, another, limbs shaking but moving. He makes it around the wall and within sight of Jim, though by the time he does he's dizzy and sick and feels tears running down his face.

Just pain. He manages a breath in and words out.]

You - you called?

[rattlingthestars]

[ Jim just stares as he watches Beckett make his way over. Somewhere, deep under layers of exhaustion and pain and panic, there's a voice screaming at him to tell Beckett to stop or - better yet - get up and help. The voice isn't quite strong enough, though Jim does manage to crawl forward a little to meet him. ]

Going to lose - a hand if I can't get these off.

[bookofnope]

Hahh... right. [Take makes sense. Beckett swallows hard, wipes an arm over his face - wobbling dangerously on his knees and remaining hand, but not falling - and steels himself for business. Something useful to focus on is very welcome right now.

He drops gracelessly to a sitting position next to Jim, and settling down helps infinitely with the pain. He's much more lucid after a few moments of breathing, and when he reaches out for the Jim's hand and the ring, manages to be gentle. His muscle control still isn't great, though. There's shaking. It isn't pleasant.]

Got you bad, did they...? Bad...

cw graphic injury

[rattlingthestars]

[ Jim bites back a 'not as bad as you,' because that would probably only piss Beckett off and he really needs the help right now. ]

Think... I got off pretty easy. Leg's broken.

[ The memory of it being bent completely backwards rises, unbidden, and he has to choke back nausea too. ]

[bookofnope]

[Beckett makes a shaky noncommittal sound.] Easy's relative.

[Despite the unbearable pain, he considers himself to have gotten off much easier this time than before. He can see. He can sort of move. He's counting every single blessing.]

You - brace your hand, if you can, I'm not - not strong. [But he can work the ring back and forth, still as gently as he's able, to get it off. Just in time, he thinks, feeling Jim's hand under his own.] Where do I - you have a pocket?

[rattlingthestars]

I've got it.

[ And Jim does, holding his hand surprisingly steady even when his resolution not to cry in front of anyone shatters. The little ring formed of a key is free, though, and it's not going to cost him the hand. ]

Pants. In front. Thank you.