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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[howdull]

[He's tired, more tired than he should be if he just slept the night before. It's obvious that he didn't, there's blood under his fingernails, but-- He doesn't remember anything, he hates things that mess with his mind this way.

He almost doesn't answer, except he realises that the sound isn't coming from the Mycroft he's expecting it to, the teenage one stood in the corner of his cell. This is Mycroft as it should be, and that's disconcerting to say the least.]

Here.

[Just one wary word.]

[holmesice]

[...Mycroft freezes in front of his cell. He's overcome with a slew of blasted emotions that he really would rather not exist, but here we are. Relief. Concern, as to his brother's state. Fear--for them both.

And worst of all--fear, for himself.

The sight of red lines on Sherlock and what had happened last night is enough to send his heart plummeting.

What if?

No, he mustn't think that way, even if logically, he had just as much chance as anyone of being responsible.

Mycroft keeps his voice steady.]

...are you hurt?

[howdull]

Not severely.

[The teenage Mycroft at his side scoffs, eyebrow raised.]

How could you have believed he was me? Look at him, he's falling apart.

He has as much claim to the position as you, I've seen no evidence from either.

[holmesice]

[There's a slump to his shoulders, an aura of relief that's practically blasted off him.]

...well, that's...better than I expected, but are you in any--

[There's an inordinately long pause.]

What position? What are you talking about?

[howdull]

The position of the real Mycroft, of course.

[He rolls his eyes at the older Mycroft, while the younger one just looks impatient.]

Or perhaps you're both real, I have no reason to suspect otherwise.

[holmesice]

Both real?

[There's a sudden pang in his heart, when what's actually happening here sinks in.]

Oh, Sherlock.

[Not being able to do anything for him is far worse, he's hated this helpless feeling for so long, not being able to control the situation, much less help his brother. Maybe he could break him out of this illusion, at least. Though if he was being in any way objective and realistic, it was obvious that wouldn't be happening here, with whatever they had been doing to the lot of them.]

...I'm the real Mycroft.

[howdull]

That's what I just said.

[He tilts his head at the newcomer, rubbing a hand through messy and greasy curls absently.]

You may both be real, there's no particular reason that you couldn't be. There have been different versions recorded of other residents, why not two at the same time?