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[emptyyourself]

[Who:] Severus Snape, Mozenrath, Martha Jones, Arthas, and open to the warden patrolling level Zero (...and anyone else in Zero, actually).
[What:] Consolidation of three separate logs. Also, affected!Snape is affected by the event and lost his inability to work and play well with others.
[When:] Today over the course of several hours.
[Where:]

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Level Zero log

[emptyyourself]

Going from thirty-eight to eighteen and back again is unsettling under the best of circumstances. Going from thirty-eight to eighteen, being told you were eventually going to die (damned and alone, that was what Mozenrath had said), trying to mentally destroy the two people closest to your older self, reliving the most horrifying moment of your life, and then returning to normal? "Unsettling" was the understatement of the year

[Placeholder for Arthas]

[emptyyourself]

[Held for Arthas, others are welcome to join in..]

i sort of underestimated the combined effects of the floods.

[darknessb4me]

Going from thirty-one to twenty-nine, on the other hand, usually isn't so much of a jolt. He'd spent years as the Lich King - much longer than he'd been on the Barge. It wasn't you, though, the new memories cooed reassuringly it was something alien. It wasn't your fault.

But he could feel the Lich King, he thought in its voice, he killed with its sword.

He was faintly aware that he was curled up on the floor and his scalp was slick with blood from the few panicked minutes of blind clawing while the flood wound down. If it wasn't a flood, you'll never be clean again, will you?

"It was a flood?"

It took him a few minutes to get his voice to a volume where he was sure Snape would hear him. His throat was still hoarse from the screaming.

[emptyyourself]

He turned his attention away from the corridor and to Arthas, suddenly feeling wary of the other man. Amidst the mental torture of experiencing Lily's death a second time, the inmate across the way from him had been trying to lure him into what would be considered very dark magic in his own world.

He was dangerous.

But he didn't look dangerous at this moment. He looked as though he was faring no better - externalizing it, yes, but just as badly off.

"It was a flood," he agreed flatly, his own throat rather raw. He hesitated. He didn't want to care about Arthas right now. Or ever. He wanted to get out of this prison cell and decide how to deal with yesterday. But he wasn't the one covered in blood.

"Are you -" He stopped. What? Himself? Probably. Injured? Obviously. He cleared his throat. Guardedly, he asked, "Are you all right?"

Mozenrath

[emptyyourself]

Immediately after his release from level zero, Snape made his way, journal in hand, to Mozenrath's room. There was no answer at the door, and he gave his inmate the benefit of the doubt. Had it been any other day, he would have broken into the room instead of moving on to the infirmary.

It was a good job he hadn't; apparently the infirmary was where Mozenrath had spent the night. He approached the other man's bed cautiously. While it hadn't technically been him in the altercation, he didn't doubt Mozenrath might still think himself in danger and do his damnedest to murder Snape.

But where to start with this conversation?

"How badly were you injured?" He supposed that was the best place to start; the fight was a blur in his memory.

Re: Mozenrath

[mightymorbid]

Mozenrath woke up feeling quite refreshed and had been patiently waiting to be released, feeling he was over the worst of the exhaustion, and inspection of his hand earlier had shown that the rift in the magic had closed and he was mostly whole again. He wouldn't do anything particularly intricate with his right hand for a while -- no harp for him -- but at least his guess had been correct. Rest and time to re-gather his energies had been all he needed.

Using the gauntlet that way had also shown him, in short time, what he had essentially been doing to his body on a daily basis before he wound up on the barge. As it was, however, he was prepared to face a no-longer-affected Warden, still injured from their previous altercation in invisible ways, and hoping to brush past that and go straight to the clinical questions he'd come up with.

He lifted his chin as he looked up at him, the picture of forced calm. "If I had had a real hand to cut it would have been completely severed," he answered.

[emptyyourself]

He nodded slowly. While he hadn't expected a warm welcome from his inmate, he hadn't expected this, either. There should have been shouting. Mozenrath ought to have been irate. He had been irate when T'Pol had used her mind-meld abilities to punish him during the mirrorverse flood.

"That was the general idea of the spell," he replied. Of course, he didn't mention the other effects it tended to have on people. After a pause, he simply held out his journal.

"You're welcome to see for yourself whether I have ever spoken ill of you in that way, private or otherwise." Flatly, he added, "I was an inmate with good reason."

[mightymorbid]

He held up a hand in a sort of 'don't bother' gesture. "Keep it. I don't care." Yes, he did. "You think after a lifetime of crawling under other people's skin I couldn't tell what you were trying to do?" Of course there was always room for doubt. That was beside the point. He'd rather people think he couldn't be hurt than concede and accept their apologies.

Noon / Afternoon - Martha's Room

[emptyyourself]

Snape returned to his room only long enough to assess the damage done before and during his altercation (fight, it had been a fight) with Mozenrath. The couch was lying at an odd angle near the door and one of the cabinets had been destroyed when he had leaped into it to escape being crushed by flying furniture. He had a good deal of cleaning up to do, once he had his wand restored. However, there were more important issues to deal with at the moment. He closed the door and stepped over broken vials to reach his desk

[thegooddrjones]

Martha had taken the day off as soon as the port was over. She needed it, frankly. After tossing herself into work to avoid the pain of everything that had been said to her yesterday, she needed to simply be in her room and decompress. Decompressing involved a fair amount of being able to cry now that she didn't need to bottle it up and help everyone else

[emptyyourself]

Of all the conversations he would have over the next several days - Arthas, in particular; what in hell had he been trying to do? - he suspected this would be the most difficult. Not only would he have to try and set things right after what his younger self had said to her, he would have to explain why those two items had been in his desk drawer.

Oddly enough, "this wasn't my fault" didn't cross his mind.

When he reached her door, he hesitated and very nearly lost his nerve. She hadn't tried to contact him - perhaps she didn't want to hear any apologies or explanations. He had to force himself to knock.

[thegooddrjones]

The knock had startled her, but she knew it would only be one person. Anyone else would have commented on the journal entry that she had made prior to see if she actually wanted company. Martha didn't want company, not right now. If she had company she would have to explain while she was feeling this badly and 'Severus's younger self is a wanker' probably wasn't going to be enough of an explanation, even though it certainly felt like it should be.

It didn't even cross her mind to try and send him away though. She shifted up on her bed, readjusting the cats that were with her so that she wasn't laying down and then she called softly. "Come in."

Whatever else happened, this wasn't going to be at all pleasant for either of them.