Event: Consolidation Theory, Part Four and Five

[snowblindmods]

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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cw gore, blood, violence, ptsd, chewing/cannibalism, amputation throughout the rest of threads

[holmesice]

How does it bloody look like I'm holding up?

[Mycroft's reluctant to return to his own cell no matter how much pain he's still in--it's too much like tower, if he stays he's going back in the tower, moving meant he wasn't in the tower--so he's endlessly pacing aimlessly around.

He looks over Will a moment. Mycroft's also got bandages everywhere and is missing an index finger.]

What do you remember?

cw gore, blood, violence, ptsd, chewing/cannibalism, amputation throughout the rest of threads

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ Will's eyebrows arched, but to be fair it was a fairly inane question. One of those silly things you used for small talk; Will hated small talk.

He decided not to comment to the initial (and he assumed rhetorical) question, and focus instead on the second inquiry. That one was more pertinent after all. ]

I can't remember any specific faces or voices. [ He began, looking up and down the moldly corridor. ] I do remember static, that I couldn't seem to get a good look at, no matter how hard I tried. Then limbs with red lines and ... a lot of pain.

[ He remembered more than that, but for the moment he started there, curious to see if Mycroft would fill in any gaps from his own, obvious, experience. ]

[holmesice]

[Thank you for picking up on the rhetorical, Will, for Mycroft would have been irritated if small talk had actually started from his outburst. ]

...similar for me as well.

[And clearly frustrating.]

No one specific, but--I remember the injuries, I remember how they'd happened, and I remember the frenzy.

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ No worries, Mycroft. He abhors small talk as well.

Will nodded as the older man listed off his own experiences. ]

Also chained to the wall, in the beginning?

[ Will reached up and touched his neck, remembering his own collar. ]

And Miller's voice? Saying something about it not working?

[holmesice]

Chained to the wall, collar. [He rubs at his neck uncomfortably after Will does, the memory is unfortunately, hard to push aside.] Ridiculous, don't you think? And strangely low-tech, all things considered.

I heard that as well, yes.

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

Well. [ Will began, frowning down at the floor. ] This is a bit of an investigative dead end.

[ By his current estimate, that was the only clear memory any of them, the non-marked ones, had of the incident. Though that did remind him of something. ]

Though, it would appear that our perceptions and those of the group brought down here first, are significantly different. They're seeing our environment completely differently, believe themselves to be held in these cells by a barrier at the door.