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

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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!))

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[Well, well, well.]

you know alex is here, right?
i'm planning to catch him
got some tape for it
me and other tim
the fun one like you
had a plan and everything

[Let's just see what we can do with this lie.]

you need a cough drop or something, by the by?

iknow
iam looking forhim

*For not-sinister reasons. Really.
He cants his head a bit.*

what plan
i NEED tofind him
heneeds to
pay

*He shakes his head.*

no, iam fine
everything is
fine

i had a track on him
but ended up losing him when i was waiting for tim to come out of the tunnels
i've got some packing tape
figured i could tape old alex up while i waited for tim
me and masky tim are bros
i know why HE needs to find alex
why do you?

[And he's not going to press on the coughing thing just yet, but he's watching you, Brian.]

same
same rea son

*Masky Tim, huh? Well, at least that makes it obvious which one he's talking about.*

you got the balls to actually kill him?
masky tim said he was going to make other tim do it

[Let's... just find out how homicidal this one is.]

*Well, he's prefer to make someone else do it, but if he has no other choice...*

yes
it MUST bedone

*Insert more coughing here. It seems to be getting worse.*

[Well, okay, then. House glances over toward where Clayton is as the coughing grows worse, but keeps pressing after a moment.]

what will happen when it's done?
what are you getting out of it?

*What does he get out of it? He's not really sure what the answer to that was. He knows its a thing that needs to be done, that Alex deserves nothing less than death, but he never considered if he got anything out of it.
He's not sure its important. The act was what mattered, after all.*

?

*That's the only reply he manages, though, as the coughing continunes. He puts the tablet down and digs a bottle of pills out of his pocket.*

[House frowns, but tries to catch a glimpse of the label on the pills, wondering what they are. If they're like Tim's... Maybe his seizure meds?]

What are those?

*Sadly Tim rips the labels of his pill bottles, but the pills themself look identical to Tim's meds. Cause they are.

He turns away from House (just in case) and pulls his mask up enough to uncover his mouth. So that he can spit out some blood and then dry swallow a single pill before recovering himself. The coughing fit continues.*

[If House had ever seen Tim's meds, that might make a difference to him. As it is, he'd need a better review to even start to guess at it. He's not a pharmacist, after all.

The spitting blood is more than mildly concerning, though.]

Epps, get over here! Kid's coughing up blood.

[And as Brian has so far proved to be unwilling to cooperate on an examination, House is going to need a second set of hands that knows how to deal with someone without hurting them.]

[hELLO]

[Clayton springs to his feet; the only thing keeping him from sprinting across the room is his own backpack sat in front of him and all the feet and legs around it, but he sure gets to the other side in a hurry. How long has this been happening? That's what he gets for trying to distract himself from the claustrophobia with other people, he thinks. You start to miss things.]

I'm up, I'm up!

[He stops short, though, crouching down on the floor with enough room for Brian to move around. It seems like a bad idea to try and pin him into a corner--not unless they absolutely have to. He'll wait, see how Brian reacts to his advances.]

Brian? C'mon, look here a bit, deep breaths... [Clayton passes a wide, curious glance at House. Fill him in, please?]

*Ugh, this happens all the time, why are people making such a big deal out of it?

He tries his best to ignore the doctors, but at least the coughing seems to be getting better.*

[It's the spitting blood everywhere that really bothers people, Brian. Learn to be more discreet or swallow.]

We need to see inside you mouth, kid.

[House pulls out his penlight from his inside jacket pocket.]

Anything hurting right now? Just point to it if you're not going to talk.

[That is not filling him in, House. He looks back at Brian.]

C'mon, bud. It'll only take a sec. We ain't gonna take off yer mask 'r nothin'.

[Then, more discretely and back to House: ]

--How long's this been happenin'?

*He shakes his head; nothing's really hurting...well, aside from what's normal for this.

After a moment the coughing fit let's up and he turns back to face the doctors. You can go now, he's all better.*

[That's really not all better. And he gives Clayton a look at the 'not taking off the mask' comment.]

Couple of minutes. We were shooting the breeze about the Operator.

[Which he's going to assume Clayton knows about. The glance House casts at the other doctor is less annoyed and more significant this time.]

Kid, coughing up blood isn't normal. I just want to get a look at the back of your throat.

[And probably feel his lymph nodes, check his pulse, check his eyes... you know? Standard things that go along with throat-checking.]

[Clayton makes an impulsive noise of agreement on that, which he realizes a second too late is a mistake because now he's clued House into his understanding of the less pleasant side of the harbles conundrum. He scowls in a moment of frustration at his own gullibility. God, he hopes this doesn't come back to bite him in the ass later. Inevitably it will, knowing House, but a man can dream.]

[At least this means he can bring up the pills without feeling too guilty, he thinks. Maybe House knows about it. Well, he's about to.]

Could be a side effect a the meds, bud. I gotta check 'fore I feel comfortable findin' more for ya.

*He tries to push himself further into the wall, away from the doctors, but it's futile. He's already right up against it. He shakes his head, then grabs his tablet and adds Clayton to the messages.*

no
pills medicine drugs make itbetter
not worse

*God, don't you people know anything about medicine?*

Edited (words ;;) 2015-11-18 18:16 (UTC)

[House looks down at his tablet, annoyed that the kid is still resisting. They could force him, but he's made some tentative progress in understanding what's going on with him along with maybe gaining some of his trust. There's also discussion to be had with Clayton about what he knows about the Operator, but that can wait.]

How long have you been coughing up blood like that? Before you were on the meds?

[Trying to grapple with Brian in the middle of a cramped shed filled with other people just trying to eat and sleep sounds like a very bad idea, yes, along with several other possible complications that Clayton would rather not deal with right now. Further negotiations it is; he just hopes that having two persistent voices against Brian's one will get him to back down peacefully.]

[...On the other hand...Clayton stares at the message he's just been sent for a few quiet moments, then passes House an odd, curious look.]

...You took some jus' now t' stop the coughin', didn't ya? That's what you use 'em for?

He ignores House, in part because he doesn't know the answer but mostly because House is being annoying. He nods to Clayton's question, though. Why else would he take a pill when was having trouble, anyway?

[Prescription cough medicine like that doesn't usually work so immediately. Not unless that was a lozenge, and the kid isn't sucking on anything. It still doesn't explain the blood, either.]

Do you use them for anything else?

[Naturally Clayton knows the answer to this question. They're Tim's pills--anti-seizure, antidepressants, apparently also some pretty heavy-duty cough suppressants. Now he knows.]

[He can't tell House.]

Gotta be some kinda heavy prescription, whatever it is. Seen 'em carryin' the bottle around--right type, label's torn off. He don't want nobody knowin' what he's got goin' on.

*They aren't leaving anytime soon, are they? Ugh.*

pillsare for
coughing
seizures
theyhelp

yes, prescription.

*He pauses to stare at Clayton for a moment before continuing.*

youhave not seen
me
withthem

*Unless Clayton saw just now, he guesses, but otherwise he keeps them very close. He can't have someone else stealing his stolen drugs.*

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