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[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!))
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!))
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This time, though, he has a mat he's dragged over to sit on and a tennis ball he's found. There is a metal equipment locker a few feet away.
The smack... clunk! of the ball off floor, then the locker is loud in the closed space. It is also relentless and rhythmic. House is staring ahead, gaze distant, as though he's not paying attention to anything. Really, his mind is whirling away, reprocessing everything he's learned about this place and the people here under the new lens provided by the revelation about Freya. He's not paying attention to the ball, but the rote movement helps him think, even if it's probably driving everyone else up the wall.]
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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.]
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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.]
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Guessin' that cough ain't gotten any better, huh?
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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?]
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None of us want that! I hear he's got a medical degree and everything. You should probably talk to him about that cough. Maybe tell him if you're spitting up blood or something.
[Well, if he's going to be bored, he might as well torment Clayton and the sick 'vampire' guy.]
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[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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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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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.*
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Brian is one of the few others who hasn't introduced himself to the group at large - House hadn't bothered, either, but that's more his wont. Gotta keep 'em guessing. The doctor is pacing, bouncing his ball occasionally. He's paranoid enough to imagine the kid holding his tablet up like that is taking pictures and pitched the tennis ball so that it bounces off the wall very near Brian's head.]
Anything good on the network tonight, buddy?
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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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How about what's boring, kid? I mean you seem like you're really into your tablet there.
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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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action/text, @totheark, blahblahblah
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[...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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He picks up a ration bar.]
My thanks.
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"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?"
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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."
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"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?"
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"I'm sure she'll get around to that eventually. Probably when I least expect it." Or so Dorian hopes.
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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!))
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[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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He likes to watchHe 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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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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