snowblindrpg | [log] Comorbidity [closed]

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[log] Comorbidity [closed]

Characters: John Watson, Death the Kid, Franken Stein, and Undertaker
Location House 58
Date: Night 171
Summary: This is a house with a lot of problems in it. Watson, Kid, and Stein run into Undertaker for the night.
Warnings: Possible talk of death, morbid discussions.

[A simple single-story building, the snow weighs uneasily on it, and it creaks and groans under the strain at the best of times. It's very dark, and only the kitchen and living room are intact. The kitchen has a back door. Two snowmen have been built outside. A message has been written on the wall in blue ink: "Don't wreck the snowmen! That's super mean!" "ALPHONSE ELRIC, MAMI TOMOE, FREYA CRESCENT, GREED, EDWARD ELRIC, STEPHANIE BROWN, DAY FORTY ONE, TRAVELLING EAST." has been carved into one of the walls. The following has been written on the wall in blue pen: "This is Building 95 97 on the composite map. Contact @CaptSteveRogers for details." Underneath this is a fairly accurate map showing the house in relation to the school and buildings 29, 35, 35, 37, 40, 41, 47, 48, 50, 53. House 34 is labeled "Medical assistance; hot, clean water. Contact Dr. Epps @claytonator". The school is labeled "School. Food available in cafeteria; DO NOT STAY HERE OVERNIGHT." The shed is labeled "Shed".]

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[John isn't the first through the door, but he is the one that heads over to the sofa so that he has somewhere to sit down to take his pack off that isn't the floor. The doctor's voice is tired as he shrugs out of the pack, shifting away from it and toward the center of the sofa.]

It's getting near to lockdown. If you need anything else outside, best hop to, lads.

I have done enough toying with lockdown recently. I do not intend to head anywhere else now.

[He has been physically dragged inside twice now, before lockdown. He does not want a repeat.

As for his backpack, he's eyeing the sofa and trying to decide if there is a way to place it there that would keep Watson in the center and the two packs equidistant from him.]

Oh, I don't know. [Stein says, casually. Mania makes it hard to care about anything, makes it easier to slide into joking comments, and it didn't go away when he died this time. His head is a constant blinding ache, and his hands are clumsy with frostbite that needs to be cut away, and he's exhausted, but he shrugs out of his backpack with a grin, and drops it in a heap on the floor.]

I might need to go collect some more snow.

[As if on cue, a figure comes hurtling over the back of the couch. Undertaker tumbles into the seat next to Watson with more spryness than a person of his frame should have, legs sticking straight out and arms curved over his head in a strangely youthful pose.]

Mind the steps, they're a bit slippery~ ^Hee Hee ^Hee!

[Well, hope you weren't expecting a warm reception in Norfinbury, Undertaker. John's immediate reaction to someone--a giggling someone--plopping down right next to him is to lunge and attempt to tackle the larger man to the floor. He might not have the use of his hands, but the reaction is reflexively quick, and John's arms come up, ready to press down on the unknown person's neck.

He's entirely silent, at least for now.]

You shouldn't even joke about--

[Really, Kid just wanted to chastise Stein for stressing him out more...until a tall and giggling madman hopped over the sofa and started talking nonsense. The rational part of his mind immediately began to whine about being stuck with another tall crazy man.

The less rational part of his mind immediately assumes the stranger hid for more ominous reasons--he drops his pack and shifts slightly, ready to pounce if need be. For now, though, the teen stays put.]

[Stein has a knife in his hand, dulled from use but still sharp enough to cut the sudden stranger into pieces. He doesn't throw it, because he doesn't have enough blades to just toss them around, and because he's lost dexterity in his hands from the cold.

But he does step closer, grabbing Kid and shoving the boy backwards to get between the young god and the stranger.]

Who are you?

[It's probably the fact that he's still adjusting to his human body that makes Undertaker much easier to subdue than normal. That and, despite his giddy entrance, he's been walking almost non-stop since arriving, aside from the few hours of sleep he can maybe manage each night. He's actually exhausted, and sore, and when Watson tackles him he goes down with a surprised yelp and claws at the floor.

Of course, the effect also makes him seem like much less of an immediate threat. With the side of his face mashed against the hardwood, his answer to Stein's question comes out a bit muffled.]

I just arrived here a few days ago! I wasn't expecting anyone so touchy...

[He goes limp then, unresisting.] I go by Undertaker. Check my tablet if you don't believe me.

[John bears down with his full weight on the back of the man's neck. When he says his name, it clicks, and he recognizes Undertaker's voice. He holds still for a few seconds, but shifts off after that. John lets up and uses the sofa to pull himself back up.]

We've got monsters that appear and murder people at random, Mr. Undertaker. I'm sorry for being so rough, but this really isn't the place to surprise people.

[It took Kid a moment to recover from being hastily pushed behind Stein; while Watson shifted off of Undertaker Kid decided to vet the other man's story and checked the additional backpack that he ought to have noticed earlier. Inside, there was in fact a tablet that was registered to someone named "Undertaker".

Quite the name.]

Dr. Watson is right. There are not many places that are safe here.[He waves the tablet slightly, still crouched on the floor.] You do appear to be who you say you are. But some will go immediately to actually injuring you as opposed to just attempting to subdue you, and check your identity later.

[The knife goes back up his sleeve, and Stein turns from the man (Watson can handle him) to Undertaker's bag.]

Anything interesting in there, Kid?

[Undertaker's fairly certain he could hold his ground against most people here, even being in the much more human state that he is. Not that he'll say that, and when Watson lets go of him he pushes himself back to his feet and rubs his neck where the other man was pressing on it.]

So I've heard. Haven't seen any of them myself, yet...

[Though at the mention of his bag, his attention turns to Stein. There are indeed some interesting things inside, though he's put the prescriptions he took from the pharmacy on his own person. That still leaves things like aluminum foil, soap and a men's belt that might hold some value. As well as an anatomy chart he found at the hospital.]

What, thinking of robbing me while we're at it? [He doesn't really care if they do take any of those items, though it would set him back slightly. But it's a concern that most people would have.]

[John looks over at Kid, then casts a warning look toward Stein.]

Of course we won't be robbing you. There's enough hardship here for supplies without making that worse on each other.

Professor Stein!

[Kid uses Stein's unorthodox commentary and his bristling response as an opportunity to briefly check for weapons; even if he finds any he won't touch them. A moment more and he's tucked the tablet back into the pocket where he found it then brought the bag over to Undertaker and set it near the other man. Sort of. Considering he puts it on the couch next to Watson, which is actually behind Undertaker hey it's made the couch + Watson a nice symmetrical arrangement don't judge him.]

I've no intention of robbing you whatsoever. You mentioned your tablet, and I checked it. [He states this very calmly, as if it was the most rational answer in the world.] However, like startling people unnecessarily, it may not be wise to leave it sitting alone. Not everyone here is so diplomatic.

Edited (Thank you Hydok for the "duh" the trained child soldier would check for weapons) 2016-10-26 06:52 (UTC)

I'm a desperate man in desperate times, and you left your bag unattended. [That's said with a shrug, and the entirely uncaring tone of a man who doesn't see any real moral problems with robbing a complete stranger.

(He catches Kid's quick scan of the bag, but discussion of the contents will come later, of course.)]

True, true. I've learnt my lesson.

[Though he still goes to pull something out of his bag of his own volition. He was waiting for the right moment to use it, and now seems as good a time as any.]

Well then, I have a nice offer for you, Professor. [Since Kid had already addressed him by that name, he turns and holds the item up to the other man. Normally he was the one looming over others, so the reversal is slightly intimidating but also amusing.

The object in his hand is an ice cube tray.]

[John just watches Undertaker as he addresses Stein and pulls out... an ice cube tray? Is that meant to be a joke?]

Precisely what we need in a frozen wasteland. An ice cube tray.

[Stein grins, and puts his hand on the ice tray.]

A gift? For me? You shouldn't have.

Oh, it's no trouble! None at all, ^hee hee~

[He lets go of it if Stein is indeed taking it from him. Whether he keeps it or not doesn't matter much to him. But he does cock his head a bit as he tries to get a better look at the other man from his shorter angle.]

Edited (Edited for clothing being in the way whoops) 2016-10-31 00:50 (UTC)

You don't need to buy our kindness, Mr. Undertaker. We're all stuck here together for the night. Why don't we all just find places to settle?

[John slips his arm through the straps for his pack and lifts it that way, stepping back and consciously trying to de-escalate any potential confrontation.]

[Watson no he had the packs sort of symmetrically arranged why are you moving them? Kid might have even protested, if he didn't start to fight again. Distracted, he starts to look for water from his backpack to try and soothe the cough, heading for a place to settle as well.

If Stein comes back with an ice tray, though...]

You can try to buy my kindness. [Stein grins, then tosses the ice cube tray in a soft underhand arc to Kid.

Stein's more interesting features are hidden under the wrapped layers of blankets and scraps of fabric. Between his scruffy beard and the glare of light on the cracked lenses of his glasses, the only interesting feature is the stitched line of the scar that arcs across his left cheek.]

[Unfortunately, the detailing of the stitched line is a little too fine for him to make out. But the mirror image on his own, right cheek is noticeable enough just beneath the edge of his bangs and across the bridge of his nose.]

Don't think I specified what I was bargaining for.

[He just gives a slight shrug as the ice cube tray's tossed.]

Either way, I don't have much in the way of anything interesting. So you'll have to settle for my meager gift.

[Well, now John feels a little guilty that the man feels like he needs to offer gifts. An ice cube tray isn't going to do anyone much good, but still. There's not much he can really do to offer gifts, so the doctor just retreats to one of the walls, leaving the sofa open for anyone who'd like the comfort. Kid and Stein need it more than he does... Kid, especially.]

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