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

cw: blood, head injury/concussion, eye injury, disorientation

[godsspeed]

[ There is a ringing in his ears. ]

Brothers? Sisters?

[ No, not the right kind of ringing. This isn't the four-part harmony of true Enochian. It's just ringing. ]

Where are you? Where am I?

[ His voice is a hoarse croak, tongue swollen and painful. He has a tongue. He must be possessing a vessel. Did he bite his tongue? Yes, he remembers that. It was when something struck him hard, just above the brow.

He presses his vessel's fingers gently to the bandage wrapped around his head and pulls away sharply, pain radiating across his forehead and around his eye in spiderweb-like cracks. Yes, he remembers the wet crunch of bone too, shattering on impact. That doesn't explain the bandages over his eyes, though, wet and sticky when he touches them, or the stitches he feels as he runs a hand over his vessel's hastily-shaven scalp. ]

Please. I need guidance. What am I supposed to do?