[log] bunker mingle... bunker mingle never changes... [open]

[phaseshifter]

Characters: Bunkerlings. Bunkerlets. Bunkerbabbs.
Location: GUESS WHERE? IT'S THE BUNKER
Date: Day 395 - day 401 so it cuts off before the event on 402
Summary: It's yet another bunker mingle because Terri and Mis told me to and Cherry agreed and look peer pressure is scary okay please stop judging me I'm very fragile
Warnings: Put em in subject lines!



BUNKER!

I mean SETTING INFO

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Bunker Room 8 - Night 396

[rubikscomplex]

[They have the heat suit, they have the supplies, now there's just some careful planning. House lays out each item from his bag, arranging things neatly on the table in the middle of the room. At the moment, they consist of:

• Two lengths of plastic tubing;
  
• Two rolls of duct tape;
  
• A roll of packing tape;
  
• A roll of twine;
  
• An air pump;
  
• A pair of rubber gloves; and
  
• A scrunchie.

The air pump connection is going to be the most challenging, especially if he doesn't want to cut his gloves apart. House crosses his arms, looking thoughtfully down at the spread before posing a question to the room at large:]

Anybody wanna try jury-rigging a bicycle air pump to some medical-grade plastic tubing?

[bookofnope]

I'll give it a try.

[Hi, House.

The thing is, Beckett isn't even here to... anything but genuinely help with this intriguing new arts and crafts project. Cross his heart and swear to undie he isn't. He's still feeling remarkably guilty, especially for him, and all he wants to do is potentially useful work. Maybe he wants to show House that he's capable of doing so without being an ass, or awkward, or... anything. That he really would very much like to move on.

He comes in past the doorway, looks over the equipment with a thoughtful frown.]

What end result are you picturing for this?

[rubikscomplex]

[House is still and silent, staring at Beckett for a long few seconds. Their last 'conversation' rolls through his head, then down his spine, finally curling around his gut in shame and embarrassment. It settles there, an unwelcome and uncomfortable squeeze that isn't wholly metaphorical. Yeah, that's a chat they're just going to pretend never happened--like many of their interactions that have cut too close too the bone. The doctor shrugs, setting his hands down on the table.]

Guy in the suit has one tube going in delivering fresh air to the helmet, one tube going out that carries out the used air so it doesn't blow the suit up or suffocate him. Best way to get the air in is the pump, so we need to attach the tubing to the valve here. [He holds up the valve for the pump.] Don't really wanna cut my gloves up, but I'm thinking we run the tube through one of the fingers and attach the valve to the other end. Then we just gotta get either side air-tight.

[averytinyparticle]

Dunno that I have the expertise or arm strength to get the job done, but...

[Quark shrugs. He'll do what he's told. That's what he's always been here for. So he sits down beside the table, crossing his arms, and doing his best job at mimicking the puzzling expression that House was wearing.]

[rubikscomplex]

[House's expression softens minutely for a moment as he looks down at the boy. Then it's back to hard concentration.]

Arm strength-shmarm strength. I need your brains, kid. If you were trying to put a square peg into a round hole, what are the ways you could do it? Think outside the box here.

OTA;

[phaseshifter]

Night 396;

[ When she wakes up, Angel has no freaking idea what the heckie is going on. The last thing she remembers, she was lying on the floor trying to charge her tablet for the ghost thing. And now --

Well. Now she's in one of the beds in the bunk bed room, tucked in just a little too tightly for comfort, and she kind of feels like she's been running a marathon with her head stuffed in a slag barrel. Did she fall asleep and miss what happened? WHy didn't anyone wake her up instead of putting her to bed? Why is moving so fucking difficult? What the heck? Heck the what? Hwta teh hcek???????

Basically, she's very confused and groggy and it sucks. She makes a shitty low-energy attempt at getting out of bed that just amounts to her wiggling a little bit, flops her head back on the pillow, and huffs croakily. ]

What.

[ Because really that kind of says it all, doesn't it. ]

 

Day 397;

[ She's recovered a little bit by the time morning rolls around, though she's clearly not totally better. Now and then she can be spotted trying to help Rhys with various computery cabley things, but it's never long before she's busted and sent back to her bed-shaped hellprison.

Regardless of whether you're the one escorting her back to bed or you're just unlucky enough to wander into the room after the deed has been done, she's clearly not happy about it. Oh dear. ]

This is so stupid. If I slept for twenty-four freaking hours, the last thing I need is more sleep! I'm not even tired!!

[ SAYS THE ZOMBIE WHO CAN BARELY MOVE ]

the slep

[headjacked]

[ Should be doing.

Doooooing. Something.

He knew what, before, when it didn’t feel like he was wading through soup. He knew when Angel went down, stayed down, remained unresponsive to words and yells and open palmed slaps to each cheek. There wasn’t a lot of time between overwhelmed tears and turning her backpack inside out, finding buried treasure, and

now

With his back to his bunk and his head tilted way too far back, against the blankets.

But then she moves, and he starts, wiping drool from the corner of his mouth. ]

— hey!! Heyheyhey, Angel, hey! You. You aren’t forever dead! Y- that’s awesome, hey, everyone — !

[ Rhys slides off her bunk and faceplants. ]

1/4

[phaseshifter]

[ Angel watches this complete and utter bullshit without comment. Even the faceplantage is initially met with silence, but she eventually breaks it with: ]

What.

[ Is this real life. Is she dreaming? Is she high? ]

2/4

[phaseshifter]

397

[warriorscribe]

[Enoch's voice is tired and wan, but at least he's nearby! Hello, fellow member of the "I did something incredibly stupid" club. What a good family.]

Hm... When I slept for a day, I wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep. I think I should have taken it while I still could.

[Was that a joke? He's not sure, himself. He spent a solid night in terror of dying when he was perfectly safe and now he's emotionally exhausted.]

397

[swatsflies]

[ He's wandering into the room when the deed has been done. ]

Look at it this way, you're gathering the strength to be able to make them go to bed instead.

[ Right? Heading over to sit over by gay baby jail . ]

Hey, how are you feeling?

Midday 397 and on!

[sleight_of_fate]

When Rhys realized that his tablet had died an unceremonious death, he decided that maybe being alone in the clinic two days from the nearest help was probably not the wisest course he could take.

So he sits for the night in the dark, and then starts making his way to the Bunker, to see if anyone else has had bad luck with the seance...and also to see if the detergent and tile cleaner he found will be a worthy contribution to Antmaggedon.

It's midday on day 397 when Rhys shows up with Harley, and abruptly realizes that they can't get into the Bunker without their tablets.

Once they're in the Bunker and settled, Rhys will start setting up for another extended stay in Mold Central. Bedding gets set up in a corner of room, using a desk and his drying coat to create a little fort, and supplies get unpacked. With his last visit to the convenience store, he's stockpiled enough to share some food around...plus maybe some cooking, with a little persuasion.

And between small errands and getting situated, there will be catching up with people he hasn't seen in a while, and looking to see what needs to be done. Overall, after his two week absence, he looks calmer overall. There's no sign of any ghostly company, he's talking without spilling every painful detail, and not only is he recently bathed and in reasonably clean clothes, but he's also managed a shave, leaving his jaw almost perfectly clean for at least a few days.

((OOC: Ant murder with the borax is going to happen on morning 398, and Rhys is going to give the tile cleaner to Wilson for the cleaning cause!))

Night 397?

[clowngirl]

Harley has been glad to see Rhys again. He's an easy friend... who just happens to also bring treats with him whenever he shows up. He's not spilling his guts like the last time they spoke, but it still isn't difficult to strike up a conversation with him. As she resettles back in the bunker, she does just that.

"So! Seems like you're feelin' better there, Candyman. That your death price wearin' off or are you just super happy to see me?"

She flutters her eyelashes for a second before picking up her tablet out of habit. She scowls at the blank screen and sets it down again. Now if only they could get the darn things working again...

later 398 I guess? can move to 399 if that's a problem!

[warriorscribe]

He can't stay with the beds forever, because cabin fever is a problem. Rhys is sure to find him at some point, whether there or having been moved elsewhere. He stays wrapped up in blankets, huddled in a ball beneath them and his face half sunk into them, his eyes peering out from over the galaxy print layered over the warmer yin-yang print. It's kind of ridiculous looking. Or maybe sad. His eyes look distantly sad anyway. It's better than just plain numb, like the past couple days. He even takes notice of Rhys and looks a bit less distant for it.

"Oh...it's been a while, hasn't it? It feels like it has."

Late Afternoon 397

[ninjainviolet]

Guess who's already there when he arrives and answering his question about the tablets without even being asked?

That's right. One Sheena Fujibayashi, who is currently pressing the buttons and swearing at the thing. "Oh, come on, you piece of..." She trails off when she sees Rhys. Grinning, she gets to her feet and approaches him.

"Rhys! Did you just get back here?" She notices his supplies and nods towards them. "Need some help getting settled?"

Night 395 + onward, but it's really just a whole bunch of Enoch being a pile of misery tbh

[warriorscribe]

Night 395 (technically after the rescue but I guess if the immortal vamperion fam wants to play it out that works too?)

[The plan had been to step outside long enough to establish a connection, then back up back into the bunker and hope it worked. Instead he'd gotten locked out. He'd been certain he'd die. Certain he'd die and never have any more chances to...to... He wonders if it matters. Is frostbite killing him anyway? He'd bundled himself up as well as he could, stuck as much extra fabric in his boots and gloves as possible and operated the tablet from under his cloak and his warmest blanket. Despite all his precautions, he's still afraid. He's afraid to examine his extremities or move at all from this pile of blankets and maybe pillows or backpacks and anything else that might have been thrown into warming him back up again.

He's still shivering violently - though at this point it's more psychological than the real cold of outside. Something in the back of his mind insists death is imminent. Add something to the nest? Reclaim your stuff? Sit down and talk, maybe?]


Pick a day

[Perhaps mercifully for the malware problem, the incident seems to have drained something out of Enoch. He doesn't move very often, from that spot where he was cared for, even as people took their belongings to go elsewhere, and his eyes are unnervingly distant.

It turns over in his mind, the drain of his tablet's seemingly inexhaustible energy. Was that energy they needed? And what did it mean? He speaks to himself, forcing his mind to do something with the ideas instead of letting the questions sit there like the shadows of demons on the horizon.]

They're...gone? More than gone. A void...is it good or bad?

Day 397

[rubikscomplex]

[House is taking a break from the mold cleaning activities to actually get something of a look around the bunker. The doctor steps into the room where Enoch has decided to hole himself up by chance. Seeing the man who's a shadow of the one House had first met in Norfinbury is... interesting. He doesn't look in mirrors much, but he wonders if he looks as hollowed out as Enoch at this point.

Probably.]

'Gone' is still in question. [House replies.] Right now something's draining our tablets. If that's them. Kinda implies they aren't gone.

day 397-early 398

[headjacked]

[ This is the hardest slam back to reality he's ever faced, and he has no clue as to why.

Maybe the dosage.

Maybe because he hasn't... partook? Is that a word? Partakedededed, in. Awhile. What feels like awhile. It feels like his entire everything is sweating, and the headache is drilling into one temple. Some things may be unrelated; stacking all at once.

It's led to him stumbling through the halls, human arm blindly groping for balance when he isn't crouched on the ground.

And colliding into: ]

-- oh, shi -- sorry?

evening 397;

[phaseshifter]

Rhys.

[ SURPRISE, MOTHERFUCKER. Angel is mostly all better at this point - a little tired and achey, but not enough for it to bother her even when a living spaghetti noodle walks right into her.

Which means she now has the energy for lectures and fingerwagging and scolding and you know what Rhys should probably just run, actually, ]

Where are the rest of the pills.

Evening 397?

[sleight_of_fate]

[Rhys had been hoping to run into the other Rhys, though maybe not quite so literally. They'd both been dead, and then separated, and then mangled, and...well, Norfinbury things.

He was a bit shocked to see what shape the younger man was in, though, when he looks up and sees that dazed, wrecked look of him.

He blinks, and automatically reaches out to steady him, wiry muscles tensed in case robo-Rhys actually falls- which is not completely unlikely.]

Whoa, hey. Easy.

...you haven't been licking the mold, have you?

Day 401 - Closed to Sheena, Zell, and Will

[rubikscomplex]

[It's easy enough to assume Wilson is somewhere else. He has enough friends in the Bunker that he's liable to get distracted. With their tablets run down to nothing, there's no contact, but House isn't particularly worried. He spends the night in Room 2--beds, what a novelty--and in the morning, he heads out with Will to go and find the other man to continue their mold-cleaning efforts.

In Bunker Room 4, he notices Zell and Sheena standing over something, which is... odd. There's not much to find in here, last he checked. He casts a sidelong look at Will before heading over.]

What's so interesting? Mutant bugs migrating out here, too?

1/2

[swatsflies]

[ When he hears House's voice, he'll jump, before turning around. ]

Oh shit!

2/2

[swatsflies]

[ He looks over at Sheena for a moment and then he stuffs his hands into his pocket. House is the last person he wanted to see this. ]

No, it's... it's Wilson.

Days 399-401 (early)

[swatsflies]

A. Bunker Beds Exercixe

[ Catch Zell either with his hands on the rails of the top bunk, doing pull-ups, or with his legs hooked on and him doing stomach crunches upside down. He does stop as soon as someone comes close enough. ]

Hey, want to count for me?

[ It's a good idea to keep in shape! ]

B. Snowdrops on your Guitar

[ He has the guitar out, and he's practicing a few songs he's heard on the network with it. Make a request or help him along? ]

C. Bring your own start.

C. Day 399

[ninjainviolet]

[ Sheena has been moving around the bunker from room to room, but she had yet to say hello to Zell. Well, that's all about to change as she catches him alone this morning. ]

Zell!

[ And he's going to have one small ninja tackle-hug him "hello". ]