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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[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ Still seated beside her, Will tilted his head in Ginger's direction and studied her face. A part of him wanted to refuse to answer her question. A part of him wanted to protect that optimistic lens through which she experienced life. There was so much pain in the world, a spirit like Ginger's was precious.

But even as he felt that need to protect it, he also recognized that perhaps the best way to go about it was to give her the tools to protect herself.

Looking back towards the hallway, he considered the question closely before offering a response. ]

I think there is going to be a long healing process from this, particular for those of us who are marked with the red lines. [ He was deliberate in his language, trying to identify the group without making it 'us' and 'them'. It seemed vital to keep the perception from sliding into those terms. ]

I believe Miller to be acting on his own with this, but I don't know for certain and I don't know what that means. But I don't expect him to just stop and send us back because things didn't work the way he wanted them too. Which means, unless someone can intervene, we're going to be subjected to more drugs and more experiments.

[ That was the bad news. Shifting slightly, Will leaned forward and tried to catch her eyes. ]

What we have down here, is each other, Ginger. What comes, comes but we're not alone, right?

[lacecase]

[It almost seems as if she's going to avoid his gaze--but she forgets about how she looks, how she feels about how she looks, and the corners of her eyes crinkle as she smiles at him.]

None of us are alone. We never have been and we never will be, even if it feels like it...some times more than others.

[And this too shall pass. Even the worst times pass in light of something better. She can't let herself forget.]

Thank you for saying that. For saying all of it.

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ It was heartening when she looked up to his eyes and Will was politely keeping his eyes on her chin and above! Reaching up, he was going to give her hair a small, fraternal tug but forgot his hands were mittens at the moment.

Instead, ignoring the spike of pain that shot up his arm, he gave her ear a playful poke. ]

You're welcome. [ He said simply. ] Are you going to be okay? Can I try to find anyone for you?

[lacecase]

Yeah...I'll be fine. Okay as I can be.

[She holds up her good arm as if to flex it.]

I don't look like it, but I'm actually pretty tough, you know?

[Ginger gives her head a shake.]

Thank you, but I'll walk around in a moment. I already know a few of my other friends are here. What about you?

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ He chuckled softly at the arm flexing but didn't say anything to dispute Ginger's claim. Mostly because he knew she was right. She was pretty damn tough.

Rolling to his knees, Will had to take a moment and balance himself as he pushed up to his feet. You never appreciated just how much you used your hands to get up and down, until you couldn't use them. ]

Oh, while I'd rather not, I imagine I'll find someone. [ He said in a tired voice, though his smile was genuine when he glanced down at him. ]

Hang in there, Ginger. But if you need me, just shout. This place isn't all that large.