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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[darkincrement]

When does it ever?

[ And then tapping the barrier he has. Though speaking of... ]

How can you walk through this?

[cahooted]

How can you not? There's nothing there.

[He hesitates, then quickly waves his hand through the barrier to demonstrate.]

[darkincrement]

[ Tilts his head, while frowning. Then he'll knock against the barrier. ]

There's a barrier. It won't let me pass through.

[ So good news, you're safe Flynn? ]

Maybe you aren't actually real. Not sure why it would be you.

[cahooted]

[Sorry about the barrier, Vanitas. But knowing the other can't get to him does help him to calm down.]

That's odd.

[Flynn looks down at his ragged self, frowning.]

I feel very real. If this is a dream I really don't see the need for it to be this graphic.

[darkincrement]

[ It's very odd. ]

It's not like we haven't seen graphic before. [ You're talking to 2edgy4u ] Can't tell half the time with whatever they put us on. It seems that they can't have abductions without hallucinations.

[ Or missing limbs, but he manages not to say that out loud. Pointing back behind him towards the bed in his cell. ]

Do you see the bed?

[cahooted]

[The... what now? Flynn follows the pointing with his eyes and shakes his head.]

No.

[A pause.] I don't even understand why you can't leave. The door is open.

[darkincrement]

[ He looks behind, and sees it's still there. That's interesting. Hopping up to his feet and walking to it to sit on it. ]

Still don't?

[ He wonders if Flynn would just fall through and land on his ass if he tried. ]

Either it's the drugs or the nano machines. Whatever it is, it has a strong hold. Good news for you.

[cahooted]

No, you...

[He frowns, watching the acrobatics with bewilderment.] That looks just weird.

[Now with Vanitas away from the barrier, he pushes an arm through.] What does that look like to you?

[darkincrement]

[ Because it looks weird, he's just going to stay on the bed. Scooting further back to get both of his legs there. Check this out. Floatitas.

Though the arm clipping through the barrier is pretty interesting. ]

Like it's going through it. Try walking in.

[cahooted]

Try walking in? Are you insane? I'm not going in there!

[But frankly, Floatitas looks too ridiculous to stay 100% terrified here. Still, he gives him a bit of a look.]

... If you attack me I am going to be very upset.

[After another moment's hesitation, he carefully steps into the cell.]

[darkincrement]

[ Really Flynn? He snickers quietly as he tilts his head. ]

Very intimidating.

[ Oh no, can't upset the beaten up Librarian. ]

I won't attack you. Not while I'm in control.

[cahooted]

Thanks, I try. And that makes me feel so much better.

[Grumble, grumble. But indignation seems to have a soothing effect on him.]

No door for me.

[darkincrement]

That's more like it.

[ He's being a good critter and staying put. The amusement is still there. ]

Really. I couldn't tell at all. Maybe try it a few more times.

[cahooted]

[Flynn is close to rolling his eyes but that actually speaks for his mental state and Vanitas' needling attempts because a) they're successful and b) they're actually good for him because he sounds a lot more like himself again.]

This isn't some kind of scheme to get me running in and out a room like and idiot while someone else films it for the network, is it?

[darkincrement]

If only.

[ Snickering. ]

Like you need my help to look like one.

[ It's easier like this. It's easier to focus on the moment or how things should be, instead of everything to do with here. ]

[cahooted]

Fair. Harsh, but fair.

[Tell him about it. He gladly jumps onto that pretense train here.

Flynn repeats the movement a couple of times before he stops outside the cell again, shrugging.]

There's nothing there.

[darkincrement]

Want to try sitting on the bed?

[ Okay now that's an attempt to see him make a fool of himself by falling through the bed. ]

I won't bite.

[cahooted]

[Squinting.]

You know I want to believe that? But I have the scars to prove otherwise.

[darkincrement]

Your loss. [ Or really Vanitas' cause he can't get any more entertainment. ] You didn't sound sure that it was us. Why is that?

[cahooted]

... I don't remember. I just remember the red lines. But the faces are all blurry.

[Aka, he doesn't know where to start with the finger-pointing. It's probably for the best.]

You don't remember anything?

[darkincrement]

[ In some ways, it's better than the building, but in other ways... ]
I would have prefer knowing what he made me do. [ Frowning at that. It actually pisses him off that not only was he controlled again, but he does't even know what happened. ] Yesterday is starting to be a blur, too.

[ And then shaking his head. He's focusing on the wrong thing. ]
Tell me, were we lucid? Did we respond to anything you said?

[cahooted]

No. I tried but--

[That's already more than he wants to say. The screaming and pleading, to no avail, that's... really not something he wants to go into.]

You weren't listening. At first you were almost calm but... but didn't seem to understand what you were doing. Then you just... lost it.

[darkincrement]

[ He's going to file that away as something he can press when he's feeling vindictive. ]

I'm listening now. That could be a way to make sure we're normal. [ Well as normal as they can be. ]

[cahooted]

So when you're not listening and tear others to bloody shreds I should be worried. Got it.

[That's helpful.]

... It's like you were experimenting.