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snowblindrpg2018-08-02 07:20 pm
0thingsonmymind) wrote in snowblindrpg2018-08-02 07:20 pm
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[log] Just wait 'til we're alone together and I will tell you something new[closed]
Characters: Brian and Tim
Location: The pharmacy/building 130
Date: Morning 387
Summary: Two bros meet back up after months apart
Warnings: General Marble Hornets mental illness issues
In hindsight cleaning with thousand year old bleach was a bad idea. He's not sure he would have been capable of understanding that before he revived, though. And now it didn't really matter, other than he'd like to get back to the bunker to see if it did any good.
First, though, there was somewhere he needed to stop. He needed to see if his pills were still at the pharmacy. Hopefully they would be, and hopefully he'd be able to get into the tunnels and avoid everyone until this weird death loss was over again. He always felt so conflicted while his...self? was gone.
Location: The pharmacy/building 130
Date: Morning 387
Summary: Two bros meet back up after months apart
Warnings: General Marble Hornets mental illness issues
In hindsight cleaning with thousand year old bleach was a bad idea. He's not sure he would have been capable of understanding that before he revived, though. And now it didn't really matter, other than he'd like to get back to the bunker to see if it did any good.
First, though, there was somewhere he needed to stop. He needed to see if his pills were still at the pharmacy. Hopefully they would be, and hopefully he'd be able to get into the tunnels and avoid everyone until this weird death loss was over again. He always felt so conflicted while his...self? was gone.
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Tim has been sweating in the general direction of Brian's pills ever since House put the idea into his head to steal them. Which is a danger sign in itself, right? Considering following advice from House? As if stealing pills wasn't bad enough in itself.
He really needs them, though. He's used up the last of his carefully-rationed supply, and it's not like seizures and coughing up blood are symptoms you can safely ignore even without Tim's extra little problem. He'd be justified in stealing the pills, right? Brian's done it to him plenty of times.
But it's Tim's fault Brian needs them in the first place.
But Tim has no pills and Brian probably has, like, a million.
But he doesn't know that.
But...
It's a cycle of bullshit reasoning (a loop of unhappiness, if you will) that Tim has been over and over in the last few days, and it always ends the same way - with him leaving the pills behind and swearing not to come back. This time is no exception, and as Tim stomps out of the pharmacy he's so distracted by his own anxiety and self-loathing that he almost charges right into --
"Brian?"
Excuse him while he gawps stupidly. Man, he's sure glad he didn't pick up those pills right now. The last thing he needs is to get the thief label applied to him over the liar one.
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He needs to act normal. It would be too much of a hassle if people tried to use these periods of altered mind. Tim might...he's not sure. Tim wouldn't try to use it against him, but he might try to find a way to bring it back. Or...or...he doesn't know. He doesn't know and its making him way too nervous. Tim is going to notice, he has to calm down!
After staring blankly at Tim for a few moments, his breathing slowly getting faster, he takes a deep breath and nods. Yes. It is him.
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Except it kind of was, because hallucinations are absolutely a thing. Fuck Tim's life.
He notices Brian's quickened breathing, considering how unusual that is, but jumps to a rather more obvious conclusion than oh shit he's sane. He throws a glance at the tunnel behind Brian, squints, and takes a step to one side so he isn't in the way of the pharmacy door.
"You running from something? Someone?"
He hates the way that his hand automatically goes to the nail-studded chair leg sticking out of his bag, but. It does.
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It did, because he isn't sure of the answer himself.He shakes his head. No anomalies or murderers after him, at least not for now. They're safe, or as safe as one can be in Norfinbury at least.
He takes the chance to go inside as Tim moves, though. He's not sure if he wants to stay here long, especially with Tim, but it was a little bit warmer.
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Should he really be expecting any kind of explanation other than that? Probably not. At least his irritation is now aimed at Brian and not at himself, he guesses. That's kind of better. Sort of. Probably.
He follows Brian back inside - this is a new speed record on returning to the pills, btw - and kind of. Eyes them. Casually. Yeah.
"Here to pick up your meds?"
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But...Tim didn't, did he? Shit. Even though he's fine with the other Tim he can't deny the coughing and seizures were terrible. Easy enough to forget afterwards, but when they were happening...
He should let Tim have them. But he's 100% certain he won't be happy with that decision once he returns to normal, and will probably try to take them back.
What does he do? If he just acts normal and keeps them from Tim he'll feel horrible about it (for now), but if he gives them up it'll cause trouble in the long run. Augh, he hates being this uncertain. Its the worst part of these periods.
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Still so casual. Hot damn.
"Dunno about you, but I'm all out and the, uh - and the admin's refusing to give me more, so. You wanna trade me half for something?"
There. Much better than theft. Suck it, House. But the problem now is: what do you even offer the guy who doesn't want anything except whatever-the-fuck the Ark is? High fives? Tips on growing sweet facial hair? Graphic descriptions of Alex's death?
"I got... er, I dunno. Bleach. A sweater, a hat - wait, I guess you don't need a hat, uhh. Vitamins. Packing tape. Cough drops? Those are like - they help a little. Kinda soothing, if you cough a lot. Which I do, so..."
This is so awkward.
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He nods then holds up one finger. That first thing you mentioned.
A bit more sensible than he'd usually be but whatever.no subject
That or he means one single cough drop, but that seems less likely. Jesus, is this a successful negotiation? With Brian? Maybe Tim is hallucinating after all.
He starts digging through his bag, unpacking several sponges and his precious ukulele before he finds the bleach. It's a full bottle! What a bargain. He kind of pauses as he holds it out towards Brian, though, and frowns at the remaining contents of his bag.
"What're you using it for? Spring cleaning or - I dunno. Chemical bombs?"
THIS IS KIND OF IMPORTANT.
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He's forgotten that Tim was weird about that.As for what he's doing for it...he nods, then pulls up the map on his tablet and taps the bunker.
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"You want one of my sponges?"
His precious sponges? The ones that have been with him throughout his snowy adventures? The ones he drew faces on and did stupid sponge-based recreations of Alex Kralie's Marble Hornets for Jay with one time when they were both really fucking tired? Those sponges?
It is, in fact, the Jay sponge that Brian is pointing out. He can't give up that one, he's too important. Okay, he has no real part in any student sponge films, but still. He's the script supervisor.
"Not - not that one, I've got - uh, here..."
Another quick bag-rummage later and a pristine, un-doodled-upon sponge emerges from Tim's bag. It's blue and has a scouring pad on one side
and yes Weez made a record of the shape and colour of every sponge Tim ever picked up because that's important shit. Perfect? Perfect."If it's for the mouldy bunker thing, you can - I mean, you can take my rubbing alcohol too. Pretty sure that cleans mould. Maybe the cologne as well, I'm - I think that's the right kind of alcohol too, so..."
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He nods, takes the sponge offered and nods again. Anything else to help destroy mold and/or ants he'll take.
The more he gets the less likely he is to steal back the pills, he hopes.He moves over to the pill shelves and picks up his prescription. Tim should really take it all...no, he can't do that. It'd be too suspicious, and he'd be too likely to go back on it later. So he shakes out half of the pills and stuffs them in an empty bottle then hands the rest to Tim. Please take it before he changes his mind.
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The creepy mask is staring up at him from the bottom of the bag where it belongs. There's nothing weird about bringing it out in front of Brian, though, so he does just that.
"You know I tossed this back home? Just - just dumped it right in the garbage. Felt like what I had to do, after. Everything."
Not much point in hiding behind masks when you just posted a video of you killing an ex-friend to youtube, right? Whether that's the same you that was behind the mask or not.
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He takes the bottle and deposits it in his mailbag, then cants his head at the mask. Even as he is the thought of Tim getting rid of it sends pangs of...fear? Worry? Anger? Sadness? All of those rolled up and possibly some more? Yes, that was it. Pangs of whatever that was through him.
This Tim probably doesn't really understand the mask. Not that he fully does right now, he just knows its important and something to do with his face not being right. (Was it right now? Or was it even more wrong than usual? He doesn't know.)
He shakes his head. Tim had said Alex was dead, but the Operator and Masky never would be. He should have kept the mask--the other him would have gone back for it at some point.
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That and he feels weirdly anxious at the thought. Brian would probably flip, for one thing. And he has no idea how the other him would react - other than 'badly,' most likely.
Unless,
"Or the - the other guy would find a worse mask. Horse head? Or maybe just one of those groucho glasses things. With the moustache attached."
He manages a tired little snicker at the thought. LOOK HE'S TALKING TO SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T TALK BACK SOMEONE HAS TO LAUGH AT HIS JOKES OKAY.
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I THOUGHT I REPLIED TO THIS AAAAAA SORRY
This is just going to keep getting more awkward, isn't it. Ughrhgrhr. Maybe he should just leave? It's not like Brian isn't capable of taking care of himself. He manages better than Tim does, at least.
Bleagh. He stuffs the mask back inside his bag along with his sponges and zips it shut. Whatever.
"Just, uh. Lemme know if there's anything else you need, okay? I mean - not - not for pills, just. In general."
Awk. Ward.
its okay, i just figured you didn't love me anymore ;_;
He takes a step towards Tim and tries to talk. He doesn't get past "T" before it turns into a coughing spell. Its been awhile since he said anything.
CRIES!!!
"He-- uh - here, take this - d'you need pills? I can give you one of these back."
Or, like. A cough drop. Helpful and delicious! Or something.
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Does he talk to Tim? He didn't want to let him go without saying anything, but that brings back the whole debate about how good of an idea it was. He'd told Beckett and Zell before, but Tim was different. And normally he was still pretty angry at Tim... He understood now, of course, that Tim had never been saying the ark, and therefor Brian's whole quest and existence, was worthless. Maybe some part of that understanding would remain? He can never be sure, in part because he tries to think as little as possible about these times.
But he wants to. Its something he'll probably regret, but if this death loss ever happens again (which he assumes it will, because as much as he'd rather not die he kind of expects it all the time here) he'd regret even more not saying anything. He's not sure he'd be able to keep himself from contacting Tim anyway. So did it really matter? He'd get over it. Maybe he could figure out a way to...he doesn't know...drive the conversation in a way he'd later approve of.
Aside from the whole spoken part.After standing there and staring at Tim for a few minutes, he clears his throat and tries again. His voice is scratchy and hoarse, but it holds emotion. Its likely obvious how awkward this is and how nervous it makes him.
"Tim I--we should talk. While I'm...I'm like...this."
And he's already screwed up. How does he describe this stupid death loss.
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oh.
Oh.
Oh.
His instinctive reaction is to back off a couple of steps, raking his hands through his hair in mute distress. This can't be happening, it's impossible, he has to be mistaken. Right?
"Like this?"
His voice has that tight, warbly quality of someone who's about to cry. Shockingly.
"What - what's - like what?"
It's a stupid question. He knows and it's obvious that he knows. It's also obvious that he's on the edge of freaking the fuck out.
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Its a question, because even when his sanity restored he doesn't really remember life before everything went to hell. He knows he and Tim were friends, he was working on a movie with Alex (also Jay was involved somehow) and Alex was a huge douche but everything else is just...gone.
"...I died. I don't think there was an obit yet but...this. This isn't the first time this has happened."
He can't look at Tim, turning his head to look at a random patch of the floor instead. It probably won't judge or expect anything out of him.
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Full sentences are hard.
WHO'S SPEAKING IN FRAGMENTS NOW, FUCKER?He turns away, covering his mouth as though that'll keep him from barfing out the horrid mixture of hope and guilt and shame that's building up inside him, and takes a few shaky breaths before turning back around. Okay. Okay. He's got this.
(He doesn't got this.)
"How - how did you die?"
It's the safest question to ask, since it's avoiding the real issue here entirely.
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Regardless of his feelings on the matter, something like this wasn't supposed to be able to happen. But then neither was being transported to a snowy wasteland thousands(?) of years in the future.
He almost asks of Tim is okay but manages to stop himself. No one was okay right now.
"I was trying to clean part of the bunker. I used bleach they found in another room and, uh, it wasn't the greatest idea." Hopefully it did some good, though.