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snowblindrpg2017-07-22 10:21 am
snowblindmods) wrote in snowblindrpg2017-07-22 10:21 am
[log] Noisy Black Part Three - Mingle [closed]
Characters: characters participating in the noisy black event
Location: An office building.
Date: Night 261 - Day 262
Summary: Conversion and exploration.
Warnings: body horror, body trauma, medical horror, psychological trauma, forced IVs/forced feeding, note specifics in subject lines please
Sinners
Converted
Exploration
Location: An office building.
Date: Night 261 - Day 262
Summary: Conversion and exploration.
Warnings: body horror, body trauma, medical horror, psychological trauma, forced IVs/forced feeding, note specifics in subject lines please
Sinners
Converted
Exploration
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[Scoff. That's...that was a weird thing for Davesprite to say. Who cares about eyes? Stephen's not sure he even has eyes anymore and clearly he's still managing.]
Star-Kid. Planet-Lord. The dumbass. Those...other two. [Whatever.] If there's a door they can open it from outside, they just have to find it.
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DJ Star-Lord. That's who fucking Rickrolled me!
[It sounds ridiculous even to him, and it's enough for weak laughter. That's right. There's been music now and then, and earlier he had thought he was in the maze again, others come to join in as Beyoncé finally sang Bohemian Rhapsody for him. Had he been half-asleep? It sounds so stupid now.]
[But how had the music...]
Network. Network.
[He's been leaning awkward and heavy on the bars so long that it takes effort to bend his stiff legs and lower down without simply collapsing to the floor. The bars press uncomfortably, but his back is still worse. The static buzzes in his ears, and he feels something come to prod painfully at the lower edges of his back. Strangely, it helps his focus. Pain means a wound, a wound means move, means get away from danger. The danger here is being stuck. He pats around for his tablet under the cloak. It had been by his feet. It was... there. His fingers close over the edge.]
I'll tell them.
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[What the hell, Planet-Kid. It's a good thing Davesprite has keyed into the important part of this conversation because Stephen was still working on coming to that realization.]
You're calling him now?
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[It's 2009, come on. And didn't the world end?]
[He nudges his tablet past the edge of his cloak, and manages to unlock it without too much issue.]
Ow.
[Would be nice if whatever is on the floor stopped poking him.]
Going to—I'm going to try to.
[And Stephen may hear as he starts hissing voice commands to his tablet. It is a lot harder when focus is this difficult, but he has the motivation to try anyway.]
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[But Davesprite's doing something else now. Stephen's attention wanders; at some point while Davesprite is otherwise occupied he hisses and stomps at something.]