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Snowblind Moderators ([personal profile] snowblindmods) wrote in [community profile] snowblindrpg2017-07-18 11:27 pm

[log] Noisy Black Part Two - Mingle [closed]

Characters: anyone signed up for the noisy black event
Location: an office building
Date: Night 260, Morning 261, and Day 261
Summary: You give, or are given, medical treatment.
Warnings: body horror, psychological trauma, serious body deformities, please warn for specifics in threads and make sure to note the night/morning/day your thread is taking place

Sinners
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headjacked: ([r_morebees])

[personal profile] headjacked 2017-07-20 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Rhys' skin is absolutely crawling; he does not want a hug, not from this man. No matter what he tells himself, even though he knows that Enoch will be wrecked if... when this ends...

But he swallows the blind panic for now and accepts the hug, tense and shaking in a way that's easy to pass for cold. He lets the tears flow and soak Enoch's Creep Cloak. ]
warriorscribe: (Something's out there...)

[personal profile] warriorscribe 2017-07-20 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Enoch's cloak was made for a much bulkier man with distinctive gear to hide, and the Creep Cloak made to fit over that. At his current weight, and with the other man's own skinny frame, the cloaks cover them both when he wraps his arms around Rhys. He's careful of the recently-opened shoulder, bearing very little weight on that side entirely.]

It's okay, Rhys. See? You already understand two of the most important things...

[He pauses thoughtfully. He's not sure why, but he's starting to think he should give the tablet over anyway. Maybe because he's been so humbled and so often brutally injured in his time here? Here he was displaying at least one already, seeking comfort against cold, of all things, when they had endured far worse outside.

But even brainwashed Enoch is still Enoch - hugs, like any comforting human contact, are too important to rush. So he holds that thought and stays as he is, breathing slow and even, utterly calm in contrast to Rhys's tension.]
headjacked: ([r_bweeeeeeeeeeee])

[personal profile] headjacked 2017-07-21 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Not humble. Not helpless. This is repeated in his head, over and over again, urging his subconscious voice to drown out the whispers and Enoch's praise. He's Rhys, President and CEO of Hyperion (eventually), he's survived everything that's ever been thrown at him and then some.

He will survive this without breaking.

Rhys shuts his eyes as he cycles through the mantra and tries to imagine that someone else is holding him. This doesn't... really work, though eventually he stops trembling so hard. He looks up at Enoch, face splotchy. ]


Do I... I'd really like to talk to my friends.
warriorscribe: (Yeah sure)

[personal profile] warriorscribe 2017-07-22 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Enoch pauses, still not entirely certain where the idea came from, he's already showed loyalty through his entirely incidental brushes with the tenets of helplessness and humility.

But he thinks it, all the same. He holds on a moment longer, to ensure Rhys is all right, and steps away to hand him his tablet.]

Of course. I...I think you earned it before you came here, anyway.

[He's not really sure, but, given Enoch's need to find meaning in things, it's the best he's got.]
headjacked: ([r_10011000])

[personal profile] headjacked 2017-07-22 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ !!!

Mustn't look too happy that worked, or that Enoch is done touching him. He hugs the tablet close, as if afraid it's going to be snatched away. The clumsy new fingers struggle to hold properly, accidently nudging one of the googly eyes askew.



Right. He should... acknowlege this. ]


Th... thank. You.

[ It feels like each word cuts his mouth. He said he wouldn't hate future Enoch. He's starting to doubt he can keep that promise. ]
warriorscribe: (Subtle stirrings)

[personal profile] warriorscribe 2017-07-22 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Something inside him is aware of having done something wrong, but it's easily brushed aside as guilt at having bent the rules for Rhys.

No matter. What's done is done. He reaches out and gives the safe shoulder a pat that would probably have been comforting in literally any situation but this. Thankfully, it doesn't linger the way the hug did.]

Of course. [A thoughtful pause.] ...You should rest, Rhys. This step of the process is a taxing one, and a rested mind learns lessons more easily.

[...Actually his closest moment to being like this came about because of not being rested, but this is the best justification he can come up with without creating a mental contradiction he can't ignore.]