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

[sleight_of_fate]

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.

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

[rubikscomplex]

[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.]

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

[sleight_of_fate]

[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.]

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

[rubikscomplex]

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.]

/end

[sleight_of_fate]

[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.]