[log] Fresh Poison Each Week [closed]

[rubikscomplex]

Characters: House, Wilson, Hannibal, Will, Ecks
Location: Building 317
Date: Morning 356
Summary: Post-event recovery
Warnings: Hannibal-related warnings, plus event-related: fingernail horror, toothloss, cannibalism, vomiting, forced feeding, PTSD, mental instability, hallucinations, are possible to come up.

[Judging from the outside, this was definitely a house, but going inside, it seems to have been converted into something like an infirmary. There are a lot of metal tables neatly arranged in the living room and kitchen, and the bedroom has a mattress lightly-stained with blood: it seems like someone at least tried to clean the thing up as best they could, and even flipped it over so the cleaner side is on top. The toilet and shower still work: the shower even has hot water. Makeshift shelves have been attached to one of the walls.]

Comments

[rubikscomplex]

So far as you know. You weren't around when you were being made.

[ecks]

Parts of me were around. Parts of me were around the entire workshop.

[She smiles, broad and toothy.]

And I know because I read about it.

[rubikscomplex]

[House stares at her for a long moment before demanding:]

Show me.

[ecks]

[She could pretend not to understand what he means, but she knows perfectly well. Ecks stares back, then turns to dig through her pack, emerging with a battered, unlabeled leather journal with a clasp that she deftly opens. Inside, its pages are filled with neat but cramped writing in a language foreign to Earth, hand drawn diagrams interspersed throughout the pages.]

When you received your guitar and Clint received his dog I received this.