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

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[lacecase]

[Fortunately for Brian, Ginger doesn't get any closer. She does raise her good hand to her neck as she follows his gesture, wincing. She has to clear her throat before she can speak properly.]

I'm not...I don't know...there was something around my neck and...it kept...

[No, she doesn't want to think about it. It still hurts. It hurts so much.]

Has anyone figured out where we are?

[0thingsonmymind]

*He touches his own neck, in part to make sure there isn't something around it. He doesn't seem any more sore there than anywhere else either...perhaps it had something to do with why she could get out but he couldn't.

He shakes his head. He's pretty sure no one knows and isn't sure there's more to say than "somewhere in norfinbury."*

[lacecase]

[Ginger deflates, her good hand coming back down to hug herself awkwardly.]

Ah...I didn't think so. It was kind of a shot in the dark sort of question. I don't think there's, like, an exit? But I'll keep looking...are you okay to be by...by yourself?

[0thingsonmymind]

*He shrugs and then nods. He's not really 'okay' but being alone won't make that any worse.

He cants his head. Is she...? He doesn't know. He's not sure about much here.*

[lacecase]

[Ginger's not quite on the ball, but as her eyes float restlessly between Brian and her own feet, she parses his meaning.]

I don't think so, but...there isn't much I can...

[She instinctively raises her hand toward her hair, remembers it isn't there, and brings it back down to where it was before.]

Plenty of us are friends, we can lean on each other.

[0thingsonmymind]

*He cants his head. Lean on?*

[lacecase]

You know, like, to depend on, if you can't hold yourself up...if you're sad or scared or...anything else.

[She's really scared and she can't deal with it, is what she's trying to say.]

[0thingsonmymind]

*He cants his head to the other side. Sorry, that's a pretty foregin concept to him.*