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[log] HARBLEBLARGHLE [closed]

Characters: Brian "ToTheArk" Thomas, Jay "ToTheQuestionmark" Merrick and Tim "ToTheSnark" Wright
Location: E9, building 47
Date: Day 52, afternoonish?
Summary: Brian Brians at Team Shitectives. Tim tries not to cry. Jay tries not to start shaking Brian and demanding answers to all those riddles because what the fuck man.
Warnings: HARBLE THINGS. Mental illness, likely references to character death??

[ Snowhell is a land of mystery, wonder, and complete fucking bullshit. Before getting whisked away to Norfinbury, there were two scenarios that Tim would have placed firmly in his "never gonna happen" list of life experiences:

1) Spending the night in a bathroom with Alex Kralie
2) Paying a friendly visit to Hoody McDickhead to hand over some pills and stale cafeteria food.

He's already done the first. He's about to do the second, and to be honest he's heavily judging himself for his life and his choices right now.

As he and Jay close in on the building, Tim stops. It's time to re-affirm The Plan. ]

Okay, so - I'm still pretty sure he's not going to be a problem, but. If he tries to pull anything, you get the door while I restrain him or - whatever. Agreed?

[ His hand hovers just shy of knocking on the door as he waits for Jay's confirmation. God, there's so much potential for disaster here. This might be one of the dumbest things they've ever done, and they do a lot of dumb shit. ]

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[Jay, meanwhile, is feeling pretty great about this. He's been feeling pretty great about most things for the last few days, which surely has absolutely nothing to do with mental effects caused by the town. Life's just not as shitty as usual!]

Sounds like a plan. But yeah, can't really imagine he'd try anything.

[Time to head in without a care in the world! Hey, since they're buddies now or something, maybe Brian will even be kind enough to offer some fucking answers? ahahahahaha]

*He's I the basement, going through boxes still, when his guests arrive. He'd come up to greet them, but instead he tenses, faces the stairs and grips the steak knife. He's expecting both friendly and non visitors, so he's not moving until he's sure which these are.*

[ If Tim actually trusted The Artist Formerly Known As Brian, this is when he'd call out. "Hey Brian," he might say. "Sup, buddy. Pal. Friendo."

Except nah man he's seen way too much of that fucker hiding and sneaking around and stealing things and generally being a tragic awful nuisance. There's a 50/50 chance that all this is some kind of trap and any minute now Brian is going to leap out of a cupboard, steal Tim's entire pill supply and kick Jay in the dick.

Gotta be careful. Tim starts to move quietly through the house, motioning for Jay to follow him. QUIETLY. STEALTHILY, JAY. MEANING DON'T STEP ON EVERYTHING IN SIGHT OR START TRIPPING ON THINGS OR EATING A BAG OF CHIPS OR SOMETHING. DON'T FUCKING DO IT. ]

[What was that, Tim? Walk REALLY LOUDLY while filming everything? CAN DO.

By which I mean yeah, Jay is still really shit at sneaking. He tries, though.]

*There are definitely people in his temporary hide out. He creeps closer to the stairs, straining his hearing to see if he can pick up any voices.

Unfortunately, he's much better at sneaking than Jay.*

[ Who isn't better at sneaking than Jay. A herd of fucking stampeding wildebeest would be quieter than him. Jesus fucking CHRIST.

Tim turns to face Jay and give him a Look. A look that says "are you shitting me, you goddamn asshole, how are you even making that much noise? It's like you're wearing steel-toed boots and walking on broken glass." He follows this by throwing up his hands in a gesture that screams "I have never needed a cigarette more in my entire life."

During this elaborate pantomime, he's facing away from the basement stairs. Not that that matters or anything IT'S NOT LIKE ANYONE IS THERE ]

Edited 2015-11-03 17:02 (UTC)

[He mouths "What!" at Tim, deeply insulted by his gesturing. He's trying, okay! HE'S TRYING REALLY HARD.

While he might still be facing the stairs, he's definitely not paying attention to any figures that might or might not be coming up them, focusing on Tim instead.]

[ This is stupid. JAY is stupid, and Tim is stupid for thinking this wouldn't be stupid.

STUPID.

He rolls his eyes, sighs heavily, and finally calls out. Largely because he's starting to think maybe Brian bolted after all. Wouldn't that just make this even more stupid than it already is? ]

BRIAN. Quit goofing off. It's us. Tim and Jay.

[ And more quietly, to Jay: ]

You think he split?

*He has no idea what 'goofing off' is but at least he recognizes the voice. He carefully pockets the knife (because they might still try something) and heads up the stairs. He'll stop at the top of them and just stare in Tim and Jay's direction. Hi?*

I don't-

[Oh, hey. It's ~~Hooded Guy~~ Brian!

Jay gives him an uncertain little wave.]

Oh. Uh, hi.

[ Tim turns towards the stairs, glancing back in Jay's direction. ]

Well, that answers that.

[ He gives Brian a wary look and a nod. This is weird. This is so weird this is so weird this is way too weird. Knowing who's under the hood is only making it weirder. ]

Hey, uh. You - you doing okay? Nobody hurt you?

*It's weird to him, too. Even with the "friendly" conversations over the network he didn't expect to be meeting these two like this. He still doesn't trust them...or have any idea how to start this...whatever they were doing.

He nods and moves away from the stairs. Just in case they were planning to pushing him down them or something.*

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So...

[He looks over at Tim. God, this is weird. He can't decide if it's as weird as watching Masky make shitposts and stare at corpses, but it's definitely weird.]

You, uh... gonna give him the stuff?

Oh, uh. Yeah, yeah, uh. On it.

[ He pulls a bottle of pills out of his pocket. He's carefully counted out half his month's supply into one of his empty bottles - exactly half, he's fair like that - and holds them up before tossing them in Brian's direction. ]

If you space 'em out, they'll last you a month. Taking one a day isn't great, but, uh - you know, it keeps away the worst stuff, so...

[ He returns the look Jay's giving him, shrugging a little. Gotta roll with the weirdness, man. ]

*He snatches the bottle out of the air and opens it, checking the contents. Definitely Tim's pills and a good amount of them. Good. He may have to take the rest later, for one reason or another, but for now he won't push it.

He pockets the bottle and cants his head. Now what?*

[Giving Brian half the pills still doesn't seem like the greatest idea, but he can't really bring himself to feel too worried about it. Things will work out somehow.]

We- we also brought you some food?

[He digs into his second backpack and holds up a pack of that stale cafeteria food. Not wanting to start tossing that around, he just kind of. Sets it on the ground.]

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And, you know. No need to thank us. You're welcome. Just send us a bouquet of sponges when Christmas rolls around.

[ He rolls his eyes, exchanging another look with Jay. He hadn't been expecting any thanks, but he's still allowed to be slighly grumpy about it, right? ]

*He's not sure what Christmas is or why Tim wants sponges but he wasn't planning on thanking them anyway so its all moot. Strange, but moot.

He looks at the food, then back up at Tim and Jay, then takes out his tablet and sends a private message to the two of them.*

whatdo you
want?

*Neither party trusts each other, so there must be a price, right? Even if so many other people here didn't ask for one.*

[Oh for fuck's sake are they really doing this.]

Dude, can't you like. Talk?

[ Tim raises his eyebrows a little. Because if Jay expects Brian to talk, does that mean the other Tim talks? Because suddenly that is a really creepy and wrong thought, wow. BUT OKAY, IRRELEVANT. NVM. ANSWERING BRIAN. What do they want?

He rubs at the back of his neck, thoroughly uncertain. ]

Don't force him, man. Uh, we want... you to be safe, I guess? And, you know. No more stealing my pills or watching us sleep or whatever would be pretty great.

*He shakes his head at Jay's question. Can't, won't, it was all the same, right?

The answer is not really what he expected. Okay the 'don't steal my pills' part was, but safe? Why would they even...this was because Tim thought they were friends, wasn't it? He still doesn't quite get how that can be. Maybe the other Tim was showing through or something.
Jay, though, had no reason to be friends.

He turns to Jay and cants his head. Tim covered what he wanted, but what do YOU want?*

[Yeah, he wasn't really expecting to get any actual talking, but it was worth a try.]

He pretty much covered it. I mean, some answers would be great, but...

[He shrugs. If there's one thing he knows about weird mask-wearing people, it's that they're not particularly forthcoming with answers.]

What're you talking about. He's been giving us answers. You know, in binary.

[ The eyerolliest of eyerolls. ]

We should. Probably talk about the Clayton thing.

*He nods. It's not his fault you people can't understand the perfectly clear messages he sends.*

ihave no ans wers for here

clay ton, yes, whatdo you want to
know?
he did not lis ten
he still LIES

[Jay's just going to. Facepalm gently, okay. Interactions with masked weirdoes get very frustrating very fast. He'll let Tim do the talking as far as the Clayton thing is concerned.]

Oh, god.

[ THANKS JAY. THANKS. ]

No, okay, we know why you did it. We're just tel-- asking you not to do it again? We're gonna have to run some serious damage control around here so people don't start throwing rocks at you on sight or whatever. It's going to make it a million times harder if you keep giving it the whole... 'he is a liar so I better kidnap him and show him the error of his ways' thing.

[ He glances at Jay for support, but there is only the lost art of gentle facepalms. ALAS. ]

Alex is gone for now, so. Try to tone down the murder talk.

*He cants his head again, confused by Tim's requests. He'd barely spoken to anyone about the kidnapping thing and then only after it happened. And he'd only ever kidnapped one other person, so its not like he makes a habit of it. ~~Also they both totally deserved it.~~*

it didnot work
thereis no reason todo it a ga in

i havenot talk ed murder

*Seriously, he's only mentioned it to Clayton. He didn't even threaten Alex when they spoke over the network...well, not directly.*

you tellask things not
needed

Well, that's, uh. Good? I guess?

[Maybe this is working out after all?]

So, uh. Things'll be fine as long as you don't do stuff like that.

Yeah. Fine. Everything's going to be just fine.

[ Welp. Seeing as that's all sorted out (kind of) and Brian doesn't seem like he's about to jump them and take their lunch money (probably), Tim finally sits his ass down in an attempt to 1) relax and 2) break the weird tense atmosphere going on here.

Jesus christ they're going to be sleeping in the same house.

THIS IS ALREADY THE WORST. ]

*He's rolling his eyes so hard at you guys beneath the mask. You don't have to treat him like a child.
He sighs and watches Tim sit down then goes back to the tablet. They got their demands out so that means its time for him to get his concern out. And they can discuss this like civil people ~~lol~~.*

iam not sick
stop tell ing pe op le i am

Uh.

[Well, this is awkward. Jay looks to Tim, uncertain of what to say. How do you even deal with this kind of thing?]

Sorry, man, but... you kind of are.

[ Tim shrugs. Best to just. Be blunt, right? This conversation is muddy enough without more obfuscation. ]

Only sick people take pills. Sick people cough. Sick people forget their entire lives and everything that mattered so they can go creep on people and sleep in the woods.

You're sick.

*He shakes his head.*

itis all nec ess ary

i rem em ber every thing that ineed to.

[And now it's getting from awkward to really unsettling. What must it even be like, not even remembering who you are? Not caring about not remembering?]

Necessary for what?

[ He doesn't add anything to that, because. That sure is the question right there.

That and he's a little concerned about how much Jay worries about this stuff anyway. Time to watch in case he starts showing any obvious signs of distress so he can pull the plug on this. ]

*Come on guys, you should know the answer to these things.*

to findtheark
tostop alex

ⓍperatⓍr

[Right, so it's. Just the usual stuff. But hey, might as well try to find out what the usual stuff means, right?]

Okay, so... what is the ark?

[Please go ahead and imagine every single Marble Hornets fan asking that in unison with him.]

Try not to answer in riddles. Your null code stuff can eat it.

[ It's a glib response, but SERIOUSLY MAN

CAN U NOT ]

*Sadly, he actually has no idea. He just knows that it's really REALLY Important.*

theark is
a l l

the
most
im por tant

Right. That's- that's really helpful.

[Not that he was really expecting anything else.]

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