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

[sharktrash]

[ Or during ;) ]

Guess you'll have to fucking live with that!

[ So he... doesn't remember. Death cost? Explains the whole still being annoying toward him in particular thing. And there's hope that'll fix itself once it wears off -- ]

[ His leg cramps and he swears, taking it off Junpei for a moment. The dude stumbles forward and runs right back into his cell while Squalo watches in outrage. ]

-- the fuck are you doing?!

[fiftheclipse]

[Squalo's not that special. Junpei's annoying to everyone. It's a great strategy, really. He can't lose any more of his friends if he tries his best to stop making any.

... Too bad another thing he's not making is progress. This isn't going to work, is it? When the other finally gives up, Junpei lowers one of his hands, careful to keep one up just in case of another kick.]

What? I'm not doing anything. Did you want me to keep leaning on it?

[sharktrash]

[ What a rude guy. Also that sounds totally fake. ]

[ Squalo stares at him as if he'd gone even more insane during the three seconds the last part of this conversation took. He would totally be strangling Junpei by now if he could. Maybe he should bite him to death, too. ]

You just ran the fuck back in, don't try tellin' me you didn't "see" that either!!

[fiftheclipse]

... Are you okay?

[In the head? Because really.]

My feet haven't moved. We've both been right here the whole time.

[Well, he can change that, though. Probably doesn't hurt to turn around and lean his back against the barrier, instead.]

There's no way out until someone takes it down.

[sharktrash]

Yeah, we've both been right here and you keep trying to prove your imaginary barrier exists via the same shitty pantomime over and over. Get a fucking life.

[ b y e he's out of here before he murderates you again with your neighbors watching. ]