Event: Consolidation Theory, Part Six

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Characters: the marked, the unmarked, and their rescuers
Location: ???
Date: Morning 356
Summary: Time to get out of here.
Warnings: gore, psychological horror, warn for specifics in the subject lines

Part Six OOC Post

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[armoured]

What thing?

[He looks behind him as if he'll see what she's gesturing at.]

There's nothing there, this place is just a big empty room.

[motherserpent]

The...force field? The one literally right behind you. It's..it's very Star Trek. I bruised my shoulder on it earlier; don't act like it's just not even there.

[armoured]

I promise, it's really not.

[He slowly stands up so as not to spook her again and walks away a few steps with his arms outstretched.]

I can't see it, but tell me when I start to go through.

[motherserpent]

...There, right--uh-um.

[Her voice peters out into nothing as she tries to make sense of what she's seeing.]

You're standing in the wall. Like...the actual wall.

[armoured]

[He stands still where he is, spreading his arms out to further display his position.]

There's nothing here, it's just an illusion. I can get you out, but you have to trust me on that.

[motherserpent]

Or...you're an illusion.

[She doesn't really think that--at least, she doesn't think she thinks that. But the possibility presents itself.]

How do I--am I supposed to just walk through it? I've been feeling around those walls for days....

[Still, she climbs slowly to her feet.]

[armoured]

You just have to trust me, or-- take my hand, I'll take you through.

[He knows that they can go through, after all, so there'll be no hesitation in pulling her through.]

I promise, I'm here to get you out, and to do that you only have to listen to what I'm saying.

[motherserpent]

Like some kind of Matrix shit....

[There is no spoon, right? Tess takes a deep breath, steeling herself. She looks at him--looks up at him; he's fucking enormous and the armor thing isn't helping convince her he's a real person, but fuck, there's supposedly so much weirder in this place than that--and she holds out her hand.]

Alright. Alright, I'm going to try.

[armoured]

Good, I know you can do it.

[His voice is warm and encouraging, but he barely waits until she's put her hand into his before he'll pulling with all the strength this body has, aiming to yank her right through the wall that's not even there.]

[motherserpent]

WAITSHITNO--

[Hey, Al? She really wasn't ready. Tess goes through the wall, but even if he doesn't feel any resistance, she does. She comes through heavily bruised, nose bleeding--but eyes open and staring at the big, open room suddenly before her.]

Oh--oh ffffuu---

[armoured]

[He doesn't let her go when they're out, but he does loosen his grip to something more designed to support her than restrain her.]

I'm sorry, I didn't know it would hurt you. Are you-- does it hurt badly?

[motherserpent]

--ow--!

[Tess lifts a shaking hand to touch her nose, jerking it away the moment she makes contact. That feels broken, maybe? She draws in several deep, shaking breaths, but nods even as she's swallowing blood.]

'M okay. I'm okay. It was like--it was like the wall was--it was right there, I just--like I hit it--

[armoured]

I didn't know that would happen, maybe-- maybe it was something put there to stop everyone from finding out the truth?

[Either way, hopefully she can see the empty room as it is now.]

Can you see the exit? Over there, look.

[motherserpent]

...Oh sweet Jesus.

[That's probably answer enough to his question, given that Tess immediately starts staggering in that direction. Fuck this place. Fuck it so hard, she is so ready to leave.]

[armoured]

Hey--

[He half reaches out as if to stop her, before deciding against it. She deserves to go for freedom as soon as she can, but he's staying behind to make sure nobody is left here when they leave.]

[motherserpent]

[Normally she'd turn back and make sure he got out, too. She's so desperate right now, though, that it doesn't even occur to her--if she weren't hurt she'd be bolting for the door. As it is she just puts up a respectable shamble.

See you up top, Al.]