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Gregory House, MD ([personal profile] rubikscomplex) wrote in [community profile] snowblindrpg2015-10-14 09:29 pm

[log] Day 046 | Silence in the School Yard [closed]

Characters: Clayton, Dio, House, Miranda, Ellana, Dorian, Beckett, and Brian.
Location Building 29 (aka the Party Shed).
Date: Day 46, evening, probably after lockdown.
Summary: There are a lot of people packed into an equipment shed. There's bound to be friction. Or maybe they'll get along. Sing Kumbaya... Yeah, that's probably not happening.
Warnings: Gross mold lungs, House being his general insensitive self, and so forth. Please note specific warnings in the headers!

[The shed is really not meant for eight full-sized adults. It is meant event less for eight full-sized adults who have only met for the first time that day or even just that week. It's close quarters tonight, but at least the equipment shed has some minor forms of entertainment. There are hurdles, various sports balls, giant mats to potentially sleep on, and the like. Of course, if you make any noise, everyone in the place will be aware of it. Better mind your manners.

Or not. That's always entertaining, and after a day of near absolute silence in the school, most everyone is probably starved for at least a little noise. Something other than that weird piano music coming from more than one piano. One good thing to come of all of this is that they are well stocked up on food. It's a veritable bounty!]

((OOC: This is a mingle style post. Put up a top-level and tag around to others!))

[personal profile] whiteknightnecromancer 2015-10-15 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Dorian is among those who definitely want some noise after the creepy silence.

He quietly recites mnemonics for his bloodline to himself almost under his breath just to remind himself he can talk while he waits for Ellana to bunk down for the night.

He'll respond to requests to stop by trying to start a conversation.]
bookofnope: (weight of a bygone world)

[personal profile] bookofnope 2015-10-15 10:48 am (UTC)(link)
[It was good to find other people beyond his first strange companion, at first, but now that none of them can leave, the shed feels far too crowded. A tense kind of crowded, and Beckett dislikes tense crowds at the best of times, which this is not. Despite his expectations - which he now admits were hopelessly naive - he isn't feeling any better this evening. Notably worse, in fact. It's starting to be alarming. Quite possibly it should have been alarming from the first moment.

He'd introduced himself to the others, by name and network tag, and made it clear that he's willing to share information, or even answer questions if they simply had to know anything urgent about the vampirism issue. But he isn't looking for any stimulating conversation right now. He claims a corner and huddles in it with his hard-won blanket, knees up and head leaning on them, tired, dizzy and nauseous. It isn't right, it isn't right...

He knows how loud it would sound if he started coughing now, but there's only so long he can help it. For lack of a better option, he pulls the blanket over his head, trying to muffle the noise. It does very little. Good job, Beckett, it's only your own fault if they kick you out for fear of contagion.]
dr_unconscious: (Doubt | please listen)

[personal profile] dr_unconscious 2015-10-15 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[What's that, Beckett? You wanted to be left alone with your misery? Sorry, but when Clayton Epps, professional worrier is in the same room as you, this simply isn't an option. Clayton gingerly steps over the other feet and bodies in the shed to get to him and crouches down in front, soft blue lunchbox tucked in his hands.]

Guessin' that cough ain't gotten any better, huh?
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[personal profile] bookofnope 2015-10-15 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[That's exactly what he wanted, damnit. This is... the physical discomfort isn't the real problem. It's the sheer impossibility of it that he struggles with, and he has absolutely no interest in sharing that with anyone. His first instinct is to pull further into the blanket and hope that Clayton goes away.

He doesn't, of course. He's still rational. Losing that would be about the only worse thing. Instead he shakes his head without raising it.]


Leave it. I don't want help. [There, he's said it clearly. Maybe that would be enough?]
dr_unconscious: (Uncertain | hold up)

[personal profile] dr_unconscious 2015-10-21 12:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Clayton would go with the usual persistent worried badgering route if House hadn't stepped in first. He gets the glare Clayton was saving for Beckett. Not a malicious one, mind; Clayton honestly can't tell if House is just being nosy and intrusive for the sake of being a pest or if he genuinely wants him to help. Maybe because House doesn't want to deal with the aftermath of an even sicker Beckett. Hard to say.]

[Either way, this does give Clayton something to work with. The Look he's giving House softens, he purses his lips in deadpan seriousness and turns back to Beckett with a grimace.]


'Fraid he's right. I have a problem, ain't gonna deny it. Lucky fer you-- [Clayton starts idly pawing through his lunchbox.] --my problem pairs well with the degree. You were lookin' fer cures earlier? Antibiotics?
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[personal profile] bookofnope 2015-10-23 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Then maybe he should be getting help with that condition, [Beckett mutters sourly, not made more cooperative by the intervention of another well-meaning soul. Except that ignoring two of them is twice the effort.

He shrugs the blanket off just slightly, glaring at both of them from under it, not for the first time wishing that his eyes still glowed the predatory red of his bloodline. No such luck. At close quarters, he looks just like the animated corpse that he is, a disturbing grayish pallor to his olive skin. It's frightening, but even he acknowledges that probably not frightening enough.]


Resources, not cures. And if I were spitting out blood, that would be much more normal. [Just try to tell him you don't believe the vampire story. He dares you.] I can't be sick, I'm - not - even alive. [This would be considerably more convincing if he could stop coughing through every other word.]

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[personal profile] 0thingsonmymind 2015-10-15 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
*There are way too many people here for him to be comfortable. He's seriously considering just leaving but decides that freezing to death is even less appealing, even if he might come back. So he's resigned himself to staying inside, but tries to back as far up into a corner as he can. Trying to be as far away from everyone else as possible and watch them all.
In time he'll relax enough to do something closer to socalizing, but for now he's just watching. And...occasionally filming people with this tablet? No, he's just checking the network or something. Filming people would be weird.*
Edited (because harbles) 2015-10-15 23:24 (UTC)
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[personal profile] 0thingsonmymind 2015-10-18 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
*Oh he's been considering it since before the doors locked. Ever since he noticed how many people were around.

He flinches as the ball his the wall near him and turns his full attention (and the tablet) to House. This is one of the reasons why he doesn't want to be in here with all these people. Some of them are complete assholes.

Instead of properly responding he just shakes his head. Slowly.*
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[personal profile] 0thingsonmymind 2015-10-19 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
*The ball coming isn't a surprise this time, so he's able to snatch it away before it returns to House. Good luck getting it back.

He regards House for a moment before doing something on his tablet. After a few seconds he turns it around and plays the video of House's question back at him.*

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[personal profile] dr_unconscious 2015-10-16 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Clayton appreciates the noise. He appreciates the ambient murmur of people, the occasional raised voice, House's insistent thumping of a tennis ball against the opposite wall...it's all fine and well, as long as he doesn't think about how he's crammed between several people and against the side. He's been in this situation twice before now--enough to train him into knowing that this is a safe place that's surely safer on the inside than beyond, where the monsters live--but that doesn't make the air any less suffocating or the walls just a smidgen too close together for his comfort. Not panicking takes a conscious effort. Clayton's able to focus on that for a while, wrapped up in his makeshift winter clothes with his eyes squeezed shut and quietly controlling his breathing, in and out, very steady, everything's fine.]

[...But at the same time, he's just come out of the school with maybe more than half of that veritable bounty of food from the cafeteria. It only takes one day of going hungry for Clayton to think of nothing but food, so he's stuffed as much into his backpack and the various attachments it has as possible: There's rations in the boots taped to the sides, the mixing bowl taped to the front, the pillowcase tied to the handles is practically overflowing with them. It's so much that the actual backpack is a little too cumbersome to carry around. Clayton would consider how much of a problem this will become the next inevitable monster attack, but right now all he can think about is how much room it's taking up, how it's blocking him in. He needs to offload some of this shit. It's stifling.]

[At some point of relative silence in the shed, Clayton abruptly slides forward and drops his backpack into the center of the room. His pockets and the lunchbox are spared, for the moment.]


Help yerself t' the food. Any a y'all need some a this other stuff? Lord knows I ain't used half a it.
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[personal profile] whiteknightnecromancer 2015-10-16 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[As Clayton looks like he might be the friendliest person in the room, Dorian eventually goes his direction.

He picks up a ration bar.]


My thanks.
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[personal profile] dr_unconscious 2015-10-20 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Dorian, whose presence in Clayton's experience has so far been one of pleasant camaraderie, is a welcome partaker in the veritable bounty he's amassed. Clayton beckons him to settle nearby with a wave of his hand and a firm pat on the floor nearby. He's used to having Enoch in this shed to keep him company; having someone to joke and shoot the breeze with would be excellent right about now.

"Much obliged." And he would leave it at that, but he's just gone through with the beckoning, so instead he keeps going under the assumption that Dorian will humor him. Clayton smiles, wide and toothy and a little strained. "Go on, man! Take s'more--I got plenty t' spare. There anything else ya need?"

[personal profile] whiteknightnecromancer 2015-10-20 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Sitting where Clayton indicated, Dorian grabbed a few more bars. "Having sound again, talking, that's all I need." He glanced across the shed. "And someone new to talk to."

He loved Ellana but he needed a little space for a moment or two.

Dorian smiled at Clayton. "In case I forgot to say earlier, it's nice meeting you in the flesh. Disembodied voices aren't a good thing in my world."
dr_unconscious: (Doubt | please listen)

[personal profile] dr_unconscious 2015-10-24 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
Clayton follows Dorian's eyes to Ellana, and when his gaze returns he's wearing a wry smirk. But he doesn't comment on it--at least, not right away.

"Same," he nods slowly, then clarifies with a chuckle, "--'Bout meetin' ya personally and the disembodied voices, I mean. Jus' 'cause a voice comes from a speaker don't mean there ain't a body behind it."

He's joking, of course, but he doesn't give Dorian much time to question it before he's leaning in, lowering his voice. "She still holdin' that prank over yer head?"

[personal profile] whiteknightnecromancer 2015-10-24 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Prank? Oh. She's been preoccupied with other things." Like her dead boyfriend who might or might not return.

"I'm sure she'll get around to that eventually. Probably when I least expect it." Or so Dorian hopes.

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[personal profile] 0thingsonmymind 2015-10-16 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
*He recognizes Clayton, his voice and his face, from the network. And he's followed it enough to know the handle that belongs to that face is the one Tim gave him as someone to trust. And someone who might have pills, or at least some doctor thing. Doctors were useful, right? He's pretty sure that's correct even though he can't really recall dealing with any. All the more reason to keep an eye on him.

So he does, tilting his tablet to record the doctor's actions and making no move to hide the fact that he's doing so. He may approach later, or steal some of that food, but at first he's just going to watch.*

((So I dunno if Clayton would react to that or not so if you want me to edit with actual actions just lemme know!))
dr_unconscious: (Alert | Off-Guard)

[personal profile] dr_unconscious 2015-10-20 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
((Don't worry, this is fine!))

[Brian here does an awful lot of watching, Clayton's noticed. He doesn't mind so much; Tim gave him a good enough description to pick up who he is, that he's critically important to keep around, keep an eye on. Brian isn't the only one who's been doing the watching.]

[...Though Clayton hasn't taken that extra step and started outright recording things. He does a small double-take on seeing the tablet pointed at him, then on reflex gives it a little wave. Hello, camera. Only a few seconds later does Clayton think of something slightly more useful to say, to break the awkward silence and ensure that he keeps Brian's attention. Always have to stay interesting to these types.]


Who're you takin' that for, bud?
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[personal profile] 0thingsonmymind 2015-10-20 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
*He likes to watch

He cants his head at the question. After a moment he points to himself then waves his hand some. Attempting to communicate "everyone" but, well, hand gestures can only do so much.*
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[personal profile] dr_unconscious 2015-10-24 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[then it's a good thing Clayton likes to perform

[This is honestly more of a reaction than Clayton was expecting. It could almost be considered coherent, even--definitely out of left field for him, when his only reference for strange, possessed Operator friends is Masky and his silent, gormless staring over the network. Clayton's eyebrows arc in pleasant surprise.]

[It is not, however, quite coherent enough of a gesture for him to understand what Brian is trying to communicate. He's never been very good at charades with strangers.]


...You? [Clayton purses his lips a moment, then shrugs and gives up.] Eh, makes enough sense. You want some food, Brian? Got plenty of it.

[It's a casual offer, but there's no hiding that sudden, sharp look Clayton passes at him. He's looking for a reaction to his name. Part of him wonders if he'll even recognize it.]
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[personal profile] 0thingsonmymind 2015-10-24 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
*He's picked up by now that Tim is telling people his name is 'Brian,' so its not surprising that Clayton uses that. He doesn't react to it specifically, but cants his head at the offer of food. There must be a catch....he just doesn't see it.*

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