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snowblindrpg2015-09-29 08:50 am
rubikscomplex) wrote in snowblindrpg2015-09-29 08:50 am
[log] Monster Mash [semi-open]
Characters: Clayton, Enoch, Dio, House, Miranda, Clem, and Quark
Location P10 - BUILDING 110
Date: Day 041, evening
Summary: Gas Station slumber party! Following a monster attack.
Warnings: Will add as necessary, but general House disclaimer for insensitivity.
[The evening is drawing in around them as Miranda and House make their way toward the gas station. It's a somewhat familiar road to tread, at least, and there's the promise of his meds at the end of it... also people to distract the irritating woman walking with him from his company.
Epps should be good for that. He seems like the sort.
There's a sudden hiss from somewhere behind them, when they're still a good distance from the building. House glances back, then does a double-take when he sees a four-legged shadow monster pounding across the snow after them. That... what is that? It doesn't look like a robot. It doesn't look anything but absolutely real.]
Six o'clock!
[The words are snapped out as House turns, gauging the thing's speed. It's moving too fast for him to reach the gas station in time, which means improvising.]
Location P10 - BUILDING 110
Date: Day 041, evening
Summary: Gas Station slumber party! Following a monster attack.
Warnings: Will add as necessary, but general House disclaimer for insensitivity.
[The evening is drawing in around them as Miranda and House make their way toward the gas station. It's a somewhat familiar road to tread, at least, and there's the promise of his meds at the end of it... also people to distract the irritating woman walking with him from his company.
Epps should be good for that. He seems like the sort.
There's a sudden hiss from somewhere behind them, when they're still a good distance from the building. House glances back, then does a double-take when he sees a four-legged shadow monster pounding across the snow after them. That... what is that? It doesn't look like a robot. It doesn't look anything but absolutely real.]
Six o'clock!
[The words are snapped out as House turns, gauging the thing's speed. It's moving too fast for him to reach the gas station in time, which means improvising.]
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[He even still maintains a pleasant tone. No fun, indeed. He steps back to give the two doctors a little bit of room. No need to hover over them.]
Such things aren't possible where he comes from...or where I come from, for that matter.
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Sounds like we're all in the same boat then.
[Clayton shrugs, leans against the wall and starts the arduous process of taking off his left boot. He hasn't had the chance to fully dress down (nor has he really wanted to, in case the monster somehow got in and they have to make a run for it), so his shoes are still wrapped in the mangled plastic tarp he's been using as an extra layer of waterproofing. Since this will take a minute, Clayton uses the time to explain the situation in more detail.]
So...I dunno how much Enoch's told ya already. [a quick, questioning look is passed in Enoch's direction] They grabbed me 'fore I had a chance t' put some shoes on, so I went walkin' 'round town in my socks 'n some towels fer a few weeks after I arrived here. Ain't no hot water t' thaw nothin', no workin' fireplaces t' heat some up, bunch a damp clothes...you can bet none a that worked out too well. Lucky I only had t' trim a couple toes by the time I found some shoes an' not my whole foot, y'know?
[And that's the wrappings and boot pulled off. A hand towel and a sock later and all three whole toes of Clayton's foot are available for House to inspect. Aside from a slightly misaligned arch and the fact that the two smallest toes are missing, it looks pretty okay. The stumps show barely any signs of lasting trauma. Neither does Clayton, for that matter. He looks quite proud of himself.]
Don't know what they put in them spiders, but I'll tell you, I wouldn't a healed up near this nice if they hadn't got me.
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The doctor is absolutely silent as he looks, runs through possibilities, discards them one by one.]
This is impossible.
[House's voice is quiet. He looks up sharply at Clayton, glaring first at him, then at Enoch. There's anger borne of fear, suspicion, and confusion. He shoves Clayton's foot off and away.]
Don't waste my time. The only way you'd get something like that is skin grafts.
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[The term is unfamiliar, but self-explanatory enough for him to get the idea of it. The confusion passes quickly enough to respond.]
But we're not lying. I know what I saw, he knows what he felt...there are others on the network who were there when he went silent under the injection's paralysis. I understand your skepticism but why would we lie to you?
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Oh, I wish it was that easy. Think we've burned the toes, so can't show you them fer proof, but a few other folks've seen my foot just before we operated 'n jus' after. Freya 'n...Zelda? [Clayton passes a brief look of confirmation towards Enoch while he braces against him to start redressing his foot.] Still got the scissors 'round here somewhere. Enoch's right 'bout the message with the Admin, you can look that up. Pick yer poison, bud. I'll wait.
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I don't ask why people lie. [That's a lie.] I just know that they do.
I already watched the video. Looked like a spider stung you Epps. I didn't see anything actually happen.
[So, he's guessing it healed something else. Something embarrassing? Why else would Clayton and Enoch lie?]
And yeah. Sure. I'll go ahead and believe your pals, Dr. Scissor Toes.
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The scissors...would looking at them help you?
[They do still cut, but they had been used for a task far beyond their intended purpose...he shifts off his backpack to start looking through it. He can't remember if he or Clayton had the scissors last...]
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[Yes, at this point Clayton isn't even taking the conversation seriously--at least, it doesn't seem like he is. He's smirking like a dumbass and most of his attention is securely fixed on Enoch, a constant but loud aside at House's expense. He likes to think that he has a good reason for feeling this way. As he explains to Enoch: ]
Listen to 'em--he's one a them skeptic-types. He ain't gonna believe nothin' less he was there t' watch. The foot's the best proof we got 'less we figure out how t' turn back time 'r somethin', an' he ain't believin' that, so...
[He shrugs helplessly and wriggles his boot the rest of the way on.]
...he's right. We're wastin' his time. [Clayton gives Enoch an affectionate pat on the shoulder while he fusses with his backpack.] I'll leave y'all to it. Good luck with them scissors, Enoch.
[And he's turning to leave.]
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[House watches Clayton's retreating form before turning back to Enoch.]
Lesson time on why the scissors are actually a stupid idea for proof. Let's think about it, hmm? Bloody scissors will tell me:
a. These scissors have had blood on them.
b. You guys don't wash blood off your scissors? Gross.
c. Oh, yeah, and these scissors were used to snip off some toes.
If you answered 'C,' your a moron who doesn't know how basic evidence works. Even if there were bone fragments I could see, I'd need a lab analysis to be able to tell that the blood and bone actually belong to him. Conveniently, that's not available. You're basically just asking me to take your word for it, whichever way you snip it off.
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[Enoch trails off with something that might have been a scoff if it didn't die just barely out of his mouth, letting his backpack hang limply by a strap in his hand.]
All right. Believe what you will. The truth doesn't need your acceptance to be real.
[And he's walking away now, too, following Clayton.]