snowblindrpg | Event: Consolidation Theory, Part Four and Five

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Event: Consolidation Theory, Part Four and Five

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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[Don't, don't, don't. Danger!

House shove his terrified lizard brain down so that he can crawl back to Rhys and force himself to stick his legs into the cell. With the evidence presented, House just bites hard on his own knuckle to self-soothe, even as it sends waves of pain through his abused face. He waits for the other man to check. Unfortunately, with the mess that House's injured ankle is, bite over bite, torn skin, it's impossible to match up if Rhys' teeth marks are there among the chaos.]

[Rhys is going to do this as gently as he can, but he can practically feel House's tension, even without his powers. So...he talks, because that's the best he can do to soothe House.]

I'm working at literally half capacity here, so go easy on me. Not going to grab you but I need some steadiness here.

[He's still half-laying on his side because his left arm doesn't want to cooperate, but his right side is good. He carefully grabs House's ankle, holding it only firmly enough to support himself and get a good look at the wounds.]

Usually when I do this, the leg isn't attached to anything. Makes it a hell of a lot easier.

[Rhys knows teethmarks. Humanoid: rounded, no fangs but the short, mostly useless incisors. Lots of bruising along with the ripping. Whatever tore into House's leg was determined, but not well-equipped.

And then there's his own teeth marks, light but clear enough to read: too neat and complete for his history of drug addiction.]

...too much damage and tearing. Can't get a clear comparison. All I can tell is that they're human teeth.

And fuck, I hope one of the shots they gave us was tetanus.

[House makes a face, pure irritation coursing through him. He should really have been able to work it out on his own. But he'd hoped there might be a chance someone else could make out the marks where he can't. Maybe Will? Hannibal? Asking Hannibal to take a look at his leg and judge the biting technique is an invitation to far too much cannibalistic innuendo, though.]

Great. So someone bit me and I might have tetanus or rabies.

[House withdraws his legs and scoots outside the cell again. It's not that he doesn't trust Rhys--at least in this area, he trusts the other man--but his heart is still jack-hammering and he's trying to get that under control. Being out of immediate reach can at least give him the illusion of safety for the lizard brain to grasp hold of.]

You don't remember anything about who did that to your eye?

I remember a struggle. But no details about it. I don't know.

[He carefully hitches himself all the way up again, to shuffle back to his bed. It hurts less to sit up, even if it makes his head throb, and it gives House some space.]

Fights happen fast even when you aren't drugged. And I was hallucinating before. Someplace totally different.

[He sits quietly for a minute, giving it all his thought. If House was willing to put himself through that kind of trauma again to try and remember, Rhys can give it everything he's got.]

I bit someone. Scratched. Was scratched. Someone bent my arm back.

I don't know. Taking out an eye isn't easy with your bare hands.

[He didn't have much vision in it before, but he would have seen it coming. Would have fought.

Wouldn't he? Did he do it himself, somehow? Trying to "fix" what was already defective?

And how much of this is just guessing, from the type of injuries he's got?]

Beckett did it to Kelly months ago. [When Charlie and Charles had been traveling together, as he recalls.]

You were probably in a frenzy when it happened. Might not've felt anything at all.

[House remembers feeling everything.]

Oh, I've seen it done, they're just balls full of goo. Just...

[It seems likes something he should remember, that's all. He remembers when he lost his sight the first time, after all. In agonizing, high definition detail.

He trails off, though, since he knows he's not telling House anything he doesn't know.]

Yeah. Between the drugs and whatever else they did to us. Gave us. Whatever. Something about the lines.

[He rubs his face, then carefully gets up again, retrieving the cup from his dinner tray.]

Maybe we were trying to get back what was "taken" from us. When the unmarked turned on us, and started trying to pry things out of us.

[He heads to the bathroom, just long enough to run the water, pour himself a quick drink, then fill the cup again. He shuffles back out, heads to the edge of the cell, and sets the cup of water down. Then retreats out of reach again, back to the bed.]

Water, if you want. I'll stay over here, I promise.

[He's being treated like a scared, wounded animal, and while that's probably not an inaccurate assessment of his current mental state, House doesn't particularly like it. His panic is still in the back of his head, but he forces it to one side so that he can get himself sorted and stand up.]

I wouldn't drink or eat anything down here with all the mold, dude. I'll talk to you later. I need to... check other people's injuries. See if your bite matches up to them, maybe.

[Probably not, but it's a goal to focus on.]

[Rhys pauses and frowns, tilting his head to better catch House in his field of vision.]

Mold? It's all steel in here.

[It stings that House is shutting down, but he doesn't want to be coddled and Rhys is too sore and tired to push. Not that it would do any good anyway.

Fuck, he misses his powers. Yet again, that helplessness washes over him, but he plucks at his bandages, instead, reassuring himself that he doesn't want to be able to feel everyone's pain and panic. Not really.]

It's moldy and dank. You just can't see it. Be careful what you touch.

[That's the final word of warning his has before shuffling off.]

[Rhys frowns, about to point out that House isn't exactly seeing things clearly, either.

Then he remembers that he spent past of the past few days screaming at a dead woman, watching bloody footprints and ghosts, and he's not sure what to think.

So he just falls quiet, staring at the cup on the floor for a long time after, until he's tired enough to close his eyes again.]

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Event: Consolidation Theory, Part Four and Five

cw: cannibalism; blood; tooth loss, eye loss, biting; PTSD; panic attack

cw: cannibalism; blood; tooth loss, eye loss, biting; PTSD; panic attack

cw: cannibalism; blood; tooth loss, eye loss, biting; PTSD; panic attack

cw: cannibalism; blood; tooth loss, eye loss, biting; PTSD; panic attack

cw: cannibalism; blood; tooth loss, eye loss, biting; PTSD; panic attack

cw: cannibalism; blood; tooth loss, eye loss, biting; PTSD; panic attack

cw: cannibalism; blood; tooth loss, eye loss, biting; PTSD; panic attack

cw: cannibalism; blood; tooth loss, eye loss, biting; PTSD; panic attack

cw: cannibalism; blood; tooth loss, eye loss, biting; PTSD; panic attack

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