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]

No, I'm sorry.

[She has her own clothes on her--or at least what's left of them, but other than that, she woke up without any of her things. Whoever grabbed her and the others didn't bother to pick up their backpacks.]

But if you have an injury that you need bandaged, I can, ah...

[She reaches down to her pants, idly. She's not keen on losing any more of the torn fabric that's keeping her barely modest, but she'd feel better knowing she did anything she could.]

[devoutish]

I've got bandages.

[He pats his arm gingerly. He has nothing to change them out with, but he's used to making do.]

[lacecase]

Oh, good.

[She stares almost absently at where he touches his arm.]

I'll work on making some more--they won't be the nicest looking but they'll come in handy in case, um, more of last night...

[Thinking about this is difficult. Her head hurts. Her arm hurts.]

Do you remember anything?

[devoutish]

It's all fuzzy. Hard to tell what's remembered and what's dreams. Do you?

[lacecase]

No. I mean, I like, remember most of what happened during...during the attack, but...I couldn't really see who was there.

[devoutish]

He didn't have a beard, did he?

[Alfie rubs at his own chin.]

[lacecase]

[Ginger gives a bit of a laugh as she shakes her head.]

No, not that I can remember. So, like, I think you're probably in the clear.

[devoutish]

Mm, yeah. That's one innocent woman I can cross off the list of people that I may have attacked in my sleep.

[But then he makes an effort to shake off the grimmness, going back to examining his bandage.]

I wonder, if you could take a look at this, and change it out for something cleaner--

[lacecase]

Oh, sure, of course!

[She doesn't have much that's strictly speaking clean, but cleaner she can manage. It's good thing she doesn't need to be a doctor to know how to change a bandage. She takes a piece of her already-shredded clothing and carefully tears it into a long strip.]

Here, let's sit down.

[devoutish]

[Good idea. He nudges over, making room for her.]

You've patched me up before, haven't you? I've got memories of it, but--

[lacecase]

I...I'm not sure.

[It causes her to pause, but she tries to shake off the disoriented feeling as she reaches carefully for his bandaged arm with her working one, starting to unwind the material from the wound it's covering.]

It's sort of getting harder to weed out fact from fiction, huh?

[devoutish]

Did you know I was here for forty years in one of those fictions?

[It's a trip.]