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[Log] Everything is Normal, Everything is fine [Closed]
Characters: Brian and Jade
Location Building 116
Date: Early Morning 119
Summary: Brian wakes up not quite himself
Warnings: Mental Illness, loss of sense of self, idk if others, will edit
He wakes up screaming, shocked directly out of the dream with the not-ocean and the prophet. His mind is different and that is disturbing. Scary. Wrong.
Jade can find him in the corner he went to sleep in, clutching his head and trying to pull his hood down further. He's muttering something over and over.
Location Building 116
Date: Early Morning 119
Summary: Brian wakes up not quite himself
Warnings: Mental Illness, loss of sense of self, idk if others, will edit
He wakes up screaming, shocked directly out of the dream with the not-ocean and the prophet. His mind is different and that is disturbing. Scary. Wrong.
Jade can find him in the corner he went to sleep in, clutching his head and trying to pull his hood down further. He's muttering something over and over.
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Brian? What's wrong?
[ She reaches out to touch his shoulder, but thinks better of it. He might not be lucid enough to recognize her, after all, and he gets violent when he's scared. ]
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He drops his hands and turns his head to look at her for a moment before looking down.*
I'm wrong
*His voice is still dry and hoarse from lack of use but there's emotion there that wasn't before. Fear.*
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[ Yeah, okay, it's definitely time for shoulder-touching. And head pats. If his hair was exposed she would be brushing it soothingly. ]
You talked to someone in your sleep, didn't you? Hold on; I'll be right back. [ She fetches (ha ha ha) a bottle of water and offers it to him, her other hand returning to its post on his shoulder. ]
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He nods to the question and takes the bottle of water when its offered. He'd try to explain further but he doesn't know how. Just.*
It made me wrong.
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What about you feels wrong, in particular? Do you have to keep talking again?
[ FrieNd?? ? in distres s?? Jade has to do something!!! In a minute, when they figure out what's going on, she's going to wrap him in a blanket and insist that he eat something. He'll sleep this off like a cold. It's Fine. ]
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Me. I-i...I can't think. I can? Its wrong.
*It was like...before. Before he--oh god. No no no, that can't be right, he can't go back to the past, it was supposed to be Gone. He'd left it behind him. Oh god, what is he going to do?
His grip on the water bottle tightens and his breathing and heart rate increase. She can probably see the electrical signals in his brain starting to go into overdrive as he completely fails to fight off a panic attack.*
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[ Even if she couldn't see his neural pathways losing their shit, it's pretty obvious that something is Wrong. Her grip loosens in case he decides to bolt. ]
Can you breathe alright? With the mask on, I mean. [ Please don't make yourself pass out from hyperventilating into your weird balaclava-thing. ]
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A part of him knows he should try to calm down, but with the emotional overload he doesn't have to think as much.*
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Whatever's scaring you, I want to help, okay?
[ She should probably. Distract him?? Somehow. ]
...Do you want to play checkers? I still have that set from our first visit to the toy store. Or we could play pick-up sticks. Or - Or maybe you could draw? I have a stylus, if you want to use your tablet.
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Still coughing, he starts grasping for his tablet. He'd left it (filming) on the ground before him when he went to sleep. Its still there, he just can't see it from this angle.*
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Drawing, then? I will get that stylus.
[ While she's up, she'll also rifle through her food and find him something nice to eat, like an orange. Those are her favorite. She puts it in her roomy-ass pocket for later.
Jade holds out the stylus for him to take and sits beside him, her own tablet in her lap. They can take turns! ]
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Trees and tall men and crossed out Os like usually...but its not helping. Things are still wrong and he can't shut off as easily as usual. After a moment of trying he grunts and throws the tablet across the room.*
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Oh, jeez -
[ Once again she gets up to fetch something for Brian. He seemed pretty absorbed in his scribbles in the past; maybe he can't concentrate? She can relate. ]
What if you drew something different? Like, um...
[ ...Oh my god. Perfect. ]
We could design a trollsona! That is to say, um - a trollsona is basically just what you think you would look like as a troll. You know, those aliens that type funny?
[ GASP ]
You have a typing quirk, too! And that crossed-out circle is like those symbols they wear. All that's left is the horns, blood color, a weird troll name...
[ She has her tablet out now, opening the drawing app and extremely hype. ]
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how do i de cide those?
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They can pretty much be whatever you want! Especially the horns. In my experience, trolls tend to have a gimmick, so that is also helpful for making design choices. Animal motifs are really popular; if you had, say, a goat motif you could have little goat horns. Troll names are also six letters long for some reason. I guess we could just add an "h" after the "a" in Brian? As for the blood color...
Do you have a favorite color? My trollsona has green blood, even though that caste doesn't exist anymore.
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That name isn't...I can't...
*He sighs again and looks to her. Maybe he can try to explain and that will help? Things kept coming up to ruin the distractions anyway.*
Its like before, but not. Something is wrong with me.
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Is it physically wrong - like, painful? Are you hurt?
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*His heart rate is starting to pick up again. Everything about this is wrong.*
I can't think right
Some thing--the dream? did something.
No, there isn't pain.
*Except in his throat. Maybe he should switch to text.*
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Is there anything I can do? Um... I still have some fresh fruit from the grocery store, if you want some.
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*He shakes his head. There's nothing she can do about this; he's not even sure if there's anything he can do about it. He just wants it gone.
He turns back to his tablet. Text messages were less likely to make him hurt.*
itis Wrong
ican't do this
*He's stuck somewhere between panicking over it and slipping into a depression. He's not sure what side he'll fall on...for either that or what 'self' he'll end up as when the timer runs out.
The not knowing is scarier than anything he's ever faced before.*