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

[cahooted]

Yeah. I'm the Librarian. [He nods, this is important.]

Sorry, I'm just, I, it's the shock, I'm in shock? I've never seen people in a frenzy like that. That was disturbing? It's just my, uh, body and my mind trying to catch up and doing kind of a poor job of it, wow, really poor job, this is embarrassing.

[It's a strange contrast how he looks absolutely upset on the one side and iterates his condition on the other.]

There was a lot of blood, you know? My neck really hurts. I should find a way out of here, we really need to get out of here. I'll get us out.

[zunesareawesome]

H...have you seen a lot of fighting or actual combat? I mean not like, punching bad guys but like, real actual combat?

[Peter presses his hands against the glass, trying to get a better look.]

Did they do something to your neck? Did you lose a lot of blood?

...yeah. Yeah, I know you'll get us out.

[cahooted]

Yes, of course? Of course I have. [He absolutely hasn't.]

No, that was just the collar, I was chained to the wall?

[zunesareawesome]

...you were chained to the wall.

[Peter's quiet, as that sinks in.

Collar.

Wall.]

...they chained you...

...to a wall with a collar.

[They chained Flynn to a wall with collar...

...the thought, the image is too much to bear.

Then suddenly he slams his fist wildly and starts yelling at the voice in charge.]

I'm going to kill you for this!

cw: ptsd

[cahooted]

[Peter, look at your life, look at your choices.

Flynn's eyes widen at the sudden outburst and the wild, violent response, and the yelling, and the words and -- everybody is tearing at themselves and each other and at Flynn, too, just completely out of control and -- and brings up his arms, shielding his face.]

No! Stop! Stop it!!

cw: ptsd

[zunesareawesome]

[Peter's honestly startled by Flynn's response, seeing him suddenly balk and shield his face, much less what he says next is enough to stop him from his rage at how they treated him--]

--no-no, no, that wasn't--I wasn't saying it to you, I was saying it to the dude--

[He points vaguely out there, indicating Robert Miller.]

cw: ptsd

[cahooted]

No, no, no, no, no...

[It takes Flynn a considerable while to calm down again and he presses his knuckles against his face.]

Could you... could you just not yell for a little while, please.

cw: ptsd

[zunesareawesome]

[...oh, oh no, he didn't realize--]

I'm sorry, man. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to--yeah, 'course I'll shut up--I'm really sorry.

[He feels terrible about this, poor Flynn, and now he's going to definitely make Robert Miller pay for all of this, for what Flynn's going through--]

cw: ptsd

[cahooted]

'mokay.

[He exhales. He's used to nightmares but this is... different and he's not used to it, doesn't know what to do with it.]

This is a little embarrassing. I'm not usually like this.