WHERE YOUR SOUL HAD DIED
Who: Robert Cross and Alex Mercer.
When: 2/28, backdated a tiny bit to late evening.
Where: Cross' starter apartment.
Summary: Cross returned from his private appointment with SERO. Alex "checks up" on him. moar liek demands answers...
Warnings: None? Cross is drugged out? idek... cussing....
Despite having seemingly made up his mind about this whole visit, Cross had actually spent a great deal of time thinking about the risks of entering SERO's laboratories before he had done so. Thinking about what could possibly happen inside. Wondering if he was even going to exit the building when they were through.
But, ultimately, his guilt and stubbornness won out. He spent the entire day in their facilities, expecting to stay at least overnight. But, surprisingly enough, they were finished with him right before the sirens sounded. Apparently their technology was extremely advanced; Cross had tried his best to snoop around as inconspicuously as possible before they guided him into the room for treatment.
DNA samples were taken, before and after they started pumping his body full of drugs. And it was quite a lot of drugs. "A metric fuckton," Cross remembered uttering. They told him it was due to his large stature and muscular build. And that could have very well been the case. Either way, Cross barely remembered stumbling out of the building after the fact, apparently having told the staff that he didn't need any form of escort to make his way home.
Luckily, that much was true, even if he probably garnered a few stares. He came back to his apartment and immediately flopped down on the couch. Everything was so blurry and he sort of felt like he was detached from everything around him. But behind that, he felt... different. Not in a bad way, necessarily. Cleaner, perhaps. Or maybe it was the drugs.
Either way, Cross hadn't even thought to text or otherwise message Alex about his treatment. Just slipped his mind. And it continued to shy away from the forefront of his mind as he laid on the couch, finding the ceiling to be rather interesting.
When: 2/28, backdated a tiny bit to late evening.
Where: Cross' starter apartment.
Summary: Cross returned from his private appointment with SERO. Alex "checks up" on him. moar liek demands answers...
Warnings: None? Cross is drugged out? idek... cussing....
Despite having seemingly made up his mind about this whole visit, Cross had actually spent a great deal of time thinking about the risks of entering SERO's laboratories before he had done so. Thinking about what could possibly happen inside. Wondering if he was even going to exit the building when they were through.
But, ultimately, his guilt and stubbornness won out. He spent the entire day in their facilities, expecting to stay at least overnight. But, surprisingly enough, they were finished with him right before the sirens sounded. Apparently their technology was extremely advanced; Cross had tried his best to snoop around as inconspicuously as possible before they guided him into the room for treatment.
DNA samples were taken, before and after they started pumping his body full of drugs. And it was quite a lot of drugs. "A metric fuckton," Cross remembered uttering. They told him it was due to his large stature and muscular build. And that could have very well been the case. Either way, Cross barely remembered stumbling out of the building after the fact, apparently having told the staff that he didn't need any form of escort to make his way home.
Luckily, that much was true, even if he probably garnered a few stares. He came back to his apartment and immediately flopped down on the couch. Everything was so blurry and he sort of felt like he was detached from everything around him. But behind that, he felt... different. Not in a bad way, necessarily. Cleaner, perhaps. Or maybe it was the drugs.
Either way, Cross hadn't even thought to text or otherwise message Alex about his treatment. Just slipped his mind. And it continued to shy away from the forefront of his mind as he laid on the couch, finding the ceiling to be rather interesting.