[log] MINGLE BELLS, MINGLE BELLS [open]

[phaseshifter]

Characters: Bunker inhabitants! Visiting anomalies? COME SAY HI
Location: The bunker and its immediate surroundings
Date: Uhhh we can just make this the mingle for the ooc month of december? Since it's the holidays and everyone is slow and yeah
Summary: BUNKER MINGLE
Warnings: Add em in subject lines!



Bunker area setting page

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[phaseshifter]

Dude, you know me. You know I wouldn't want any of that. That's not...

[ She doesn't know what she's saying, honestly. It's too horrible. She can't imagine a worse fate than what the anomalies are going through, and not being able to help them even a little is shredding her into bits. She's supposed to be the one with all the clever ideas and hopeful words and instead all she has is-- ]

...Iunno.

Sorry.

[warriorscribe]

[And neither does he. He hasn't been able to really help anyone when he needs to most, he feels, not here. And here he is, snapping when he should be calm, lashing out when he should keep his head, and he tries to remember when it started, but knows its roots lie before Norfinbury. The last thing to break is his brokenness itself, it feels like...

He takes deep, shaking breaths, trying not to lose himself in awful memories that crowd the edges of his thoughts and make him feel claustrophobic in his own mind. He can't help anyone, not the remaining humans, not the twisted copies...all he can do is talk, and hope, and look for opportunities that never present themselves.]

No, I should apologize, I'm not...

[Another ragged breath.]

...I'm sorry.

[phaseshifter]

[ Okay, despite everything she has to laugh. Just a tiny bit. It's a real one, though, even if it's just short. ]

Hey, don't - I sorried first! Don't steal my sorry-thunder!!

[ It's a lot easier to see that you're being ridiculous when someone else is doing the same thing. THANKS, ENOCH. She gives him a fond little wrinkly-nosed smile and a shoulder-bump - the smile fades pretty quickly, but the fondness doesn't. ]

It's not us that should be sorry anyway, is it? Freaking guilt complexes, dude. Who'd have 'em.

[warriorscribe]

[He looks over his shoulder with an answering smile, though his can't quite make it beyond exhausted.]

It's not... Miller knows how to get to us, if little else.

[The trap was meant for those who would be concerned for the collective. Only people like them now have doubles mutated and running about Norfinbury.]

[phaseshifter]

Oh, I bet he knows other stuff. Like the number for the local support group for... Iunno, people who have never been voluntarily hugged by another human being. Zing!

[ If she'd have been talking to (almost) anyone else, that would have been a support group for tiny-wanged buttheads or something. But not Enoch, who must be protected from dick jokes. Enoch, who has clearly never even so much as entertained the idea of peens existing. 100% actual virgin Enoch.

Why is Angel like this. ]

That has to be his problem. Bitterness and jealousy. Gross.

[warriorscribe]

[Yes, 100% actual virgin Enoch who somehow has had multiple children. Good job, Angel.]

And he thinks to make all of us just as bitter, so he has nothing more to be jealous at. Gross, indeed. [A bit of a smile, finally.] It's a shame he'll have to kill us to deprive us of it all.