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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 11:44:15 GMT -8
Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jan 27, 2014 11:44:15 GMT -8
Quinn made sure to keep eye contact with her for as long as she wanted it and her calm began to affect him, helping him relax if only slightly."...Yeah...and that...that frightens me. Leo, what happened to us...? Do you remember anything? Are you in any pain?" He listened to her facts and actually found them a bit soothing...those solid, irrefutable bits of trivia.
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 11:49:30 GMT -8
Post by Trinity on Jan 27, 2014 11:49:30 GMT -8
"We were at some.. party.. We passed out? I.. I don't.." She was having some trouble remembering. Everything was really foggy at the moment."No, I'm.. fine, I think.. It doesn't look like you're in pain either, so I won't ask." Then she realized something, something obvious."Quinn.. Can you see?"
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 11:54:12 GMT -8
Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jan 27, 2014 11:54:12 GMT -8
It didn't click with Quinn and he just gave Leo a confused look."Well...yes. I don't...why is that important? Is there blood on my face? I feel sticky...but it's not in my eyes..."
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 11:58:23 GMT -8
Post by Trinity on Jan 27, 2014 11:58:23 GMT -8
"Well, yeah, you're covered in blood, I can smell it on you. But.. How can you see without your glasses?"
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 12:05:58 GMT -8
Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jan 27, 2014 12:05:58 GMT -8
Quinn stared at her blankly for a minute while that processed. That was ridiculous. Of course he was wearing his glasses...only...he realized he wasn't. Their weight on his nose was so familiar that it was easy to forget they were there most of the time, but that weight was gone. He'd hardly noticed before, but now that he really focused on it, it was impossible to miss. He'd needed glasses since he was a child!"...What in God's name is going on...?"
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 12:19:15 GMT -8
Post by Trinity on Jan 27, 2014 12:19:15 GMT -8
Leo gave him her best sympathetic look. Maybe she shouldn't have mentioned that. "Q.. Whatever is going on, I can promise you God has nothing to do with it.." She turned her head to look at the ceiling. She wondered if Eli and the others were okay, or if they were even alive. She wondered how long they'd be here. Were they prisoners, or were they just.. dreaming? Nothing seemed to make sense anymore. It was as if they very fabric of reality was unraveling, and they were caught in the strings."You know, when I was a kid, I used to climb trees to the very top and watch everyone from the treetops." This story probably had no meaning, but it was taking her mind off of things. "One time I slipped and fell at least seven feet. I broke my ankle." She chuckled at the memory, "And, and, my dad was so pissed at me.."
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 12:31:07 GMT -8
Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jan 27, 2014 12:31:07 GMT -8
Quinn forced himself to calm down again as she talked. He reminded himself of the things he'd told her. They weren't in pain and they were still alive(?) for the moment. Small blessings...small blessings."...Did you look as much like shit as you do now?" He tried for teasing to lighten the mood."When...when I was little and my father was in one of his 'moods'...I'd go into the music room and hide behind our vertical piano. My mum...she always knew I was back there...and she'd come in and play my favourite song on it. I could feel the vibration of sound through the back-boards and it calmed me..." If sharing stories would keep them both sane, he would do it.
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 12:40:14 GMT -8
Post by Trinity on Jan 27, 2014 12:40:14 GMT -8
"Why I never! Quinn McReedy, did you just say a swear word?! Scandalous!" She turned her head back to him, her frown having been replaced with a smile, "And I don't know what tha'fuk you're talking about. I look sweet, albeit a little rough around the edges." Her smile softened a little,"Your mom sounds like a nice lady. I never knew mine. As far as I know, she died almost eighteen years ago."
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 12:46:37 GMT -8
Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jan 27, 2014 12:46:37 GMT -8
"If ever there was a time to swear, this would be it." The normally prim musician snorted."And yeah...my mum is the only reason I made it through school...and she's the only reason I regret abandoning my family. I'm sorry about yours..." At last, he sighed."So...we're both calm...well calmer now. We need to figure out what actually happened...then maybe we can figure a way out of this mess..."
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 12:52:41 GMT -8
Post by Trinity on Jan 27, 2014 12:52:41 GMT -8
"The last thing I remember was Chloe freaking out over.. something, and that Marchese guy congratulating us. Then I passed out, I guess.. What about you? What can you remember?" If she could rub the back of her neck, she would. The restraints her incredibly uncomfortably and she could feel them starting to chafe her ankles and wrists. She struggled for a moment to break free, but the restraints were firm. There was no way she was getting off this gurney without some help.
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 12:58:18 GMT -8
Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jan 27, 2014 12:58:18 GMT -8
"About the same, but I had some truly horrific nightmares. Well...what do we know? We're bloody, but not noticeably injured...or I'm not at least. I can apparently see without my glasses now...neither of us are breathing...and..." He took a moment of calm quiet to feel his body out and confirm a suspicion."I don't have a heartbeat. Also...there's...there's this...this weird glowing. Am I still having fever-dreams or can you see that too?"
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 13:06:14 GMT -8
Post by Trinity on Jan 27, 2014 13:06:14 GMT -8
She looked at his glowing mid-section, and then strained her neck to see that hers was having the same effect as well. "Holy shit.. Yeah, I see it. What does that mean, dude? My jimmies are incredibly rustled right now.." She stopped talking for a moment to groan, "I'm so fucking hungry.."
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 13:11:32 GMT -8
Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jan 27, 2014 13:11:32 GMT -8
"Which...is also concerning." He really wanted to pinch his sinuses right now."Okay...I do believe we have to accept something rather quickly. Either we are suffering from a prolonged episode brought on by psychotropic drugs...or something unnatural is happening. Neither option is appealing and both have thoroughly unsavory implications...but which is it?"
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 13:16:31 GMT -8
Post by Trinity on Jan 27, 2014 13:16:31 GMT -8
"Homie, that had way too many syllables, I barely understood that. Gotta remember I didn't finish highschool." She opened her mouth to sigh, but no air came out. That would take some getting used to."Uhm, I'd like to think it's whatever they drugged us with..That's what I'd like to think, but.. I don't know.."
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 13:22:02 GMT -8
Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jan 27, 2014 13:22:02 GMT -8
"Alright, the simple version then. Either we were drugged with some serious stuff or 'spooky shit' is 'going down'. Both really bad options with really bad reasons behind them." He replied, not so much 'dumbing down' (because that was demeaning for Leo, who, as he found, was actually quite sharp) as simplifying."Either we're hallucinating...or we are, quite possibly, dead and still moving as utterly IMPOSSIBLE as that sounds. Take your pick."
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