[log] I Think We're Alone Now [semi-open]

[rubikscomplex]

Characters: Anyone in the Bunker!
Location: Bunker, Building 326 (high school), and Building 317 (hot shower house)
Date: Day 404-409
Summary: Goings on in the bunker post-event, and travel outside for House and Will. Brought to you by this cover.
Warnings: Please add them to subject lines, but likely body horror discussions, examination of vomit.

Comments

cw: mentions of branding/scarring

[rubikscomplex]

[House cranes his neck to get a look at his new mark for a moment.]

Wicked...

[There's nothing different, though. He doesn't feel different. There's no sudden sense of relief, not closeness to Tess. It's just a mark. And that's about it. He lowers his shirt and moves to start pulling on his layers again.]

Now if you could do other marks, you could really set yourself up as the only tats shop in town.

[motherserpent]

[She snorts.]

I am the only tats shop in town. Why would we need any marks other than mine?

[rubikscomplex]

Well, I've been wanting a little angel and a little devil here and here. [He motions to either side of his groin. It's such a me look.

[motherserpent]

What, you don't want a snake on your snake? I thought I knew you, man.

[rubikscomplex]

My cobra stays my cobra. I'm not letting anyone else put their mark on it.

[Anyway...]

And talking of cobras. Yours is looking at me like I'm dinner. I'm gonna go find Graham and not hang out with that thing giving me the stink eye.

[motherserpent]

The short guy, right?

[Like Tess can talk re: shortness.]

Yeah, fine. I'm sure I'll see you around.

[rubikscomplex]

See you around, short girl.

[Glass houses, Tess. House waves a hand and heads off.]