[log] Event: Metamorphosis, Part Three

[snowblindmods]

Characters: everyone
Location: all around town; note location in subject line
Date: Night 415 onward; note time in subject line
Summary: They break out and they wake up.
Warnings: extreme body horror, unreality, eldritch horror, absolutely definitely 100% include warnings in subject lines/before your comment if the subject line isn't long enough

Comments

[sleight_of_fate]

Maybe. Rhys was with me before this all happened, but it's hard to tell with everything breaking down so badly.

Even just going back to a place that's familiar, that we know our way around isn't a bad idea, I don't think.

[The dirt ripples again, shifting in another wave as he stands there by the wall. Sorry, Enoch. Rhys is trying to be excited for Doing Things, but he's hungry and a little disturbed. Every so often, there's a wave of screaming wrongness that washes over him and he loses a little more ground.]

That's what I'm thinking, anyway. I doubt we'll get back into the bunker but it would be good to be able to resupply and figure out...something at least.

[warriorscribe]

Resupply...what do we need, aside from food?

[The question of what food they need notwithstanding.

But really, Enoch's not seeing the benefit of grabbing supplies one of the more fragile ones out there might need more. The ones Miller didn't take are still, well, human. They don't have immunity to the cold. And Enoch should be maybe more disturbed by the fact that he can think about this, about himself this way, but...as long as he's so sure he can help with all that, it's hard to fault it.]

[sleight_of_fate]

[Rhys rubs his fingers together, feeling dirt and grit and half-wondering if his hands are even his hands anymore, as strange from the rest of him as they seem.

Enoch's got a point, but Rhys has been distributing and sharing his supplies freely since he got here, seeing the benefit in being prepared for every situation.]

I've been running supplies for a while now, between the Bunker and other places. I just kind of figure it's good to have extra on me to spread around, when people are doing other work. At least I can keep them fed and healthy, you know?

[warriorscribe]

Hm...I suppose I could fashion myself into a sack to help carry them. I haven't tried deliberately spreading flat before.

[Flynn had dismissed the idea of helping provide for the remaining people in town and it had somehow made it seem even less appealing to him too. He isn't sure why, though it's easy enough to tell himself he'd rather wait until the others know what they're in for.]

[sleight_of_fate]

Well, let's focus on getting there first, right?

[Says the guy who won't pry away from the wall and is very much considering just hiding in the tunnels.]

Although that sounds like very cool shapeshifting if you can manage it.

[warriorscribe]

I can't say I would feel comfortable letting go of my...I don't want to use the word humanity for it, because I am human regardless, but- I think so long as I remember what I'm supposed to look like, whatever else I manage isn't going to matter.

[That probably made no sense, unless Rhys has already intuited that Enoch's shape mostly conforms to his original self-image.]

Let's go - I suppose if there's a reason to find out if I can, this would be the best.

[sleight_of_fate]

{Rhys can't actually see Enoch's shape or how much he actually resembles the Enoch he knows, but he gets the gist of it.]

I get that. You kinda have a brain imprint at the bottom of it all, that's your image of yourself. You can keep coming back to that, if you make sure that you keep it in mind and don't drift too far.

[Himself and the violet eyes.]

Okay. I'm trusting you here, don't get me too lost, okay?

[There's a small laugh in his voice as he carefully peels off the wall and starts to walk through the house, hands out to guide him along the space of the house by the echoes of his falling dirt and Enoch's directions.]