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Night 18: Intercom, Early Night

Oct 09, 2006 21:39

Another crackle. The Head Doctor seemed to be snacking on something--some kind of candy, perhaps--as he smacked his lips and began to speak.

"Mmf. Oh, hello, all of you. Those swings are getting kind of tiresome, aren't they? Of course, that's to be expected when I have the good children guarding them. Heh. Of course, we're lucky to have... shall ( Read more... )

han solo, nowe, intercom, eric draven, vexen

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sheer_cold October 10 2006, 07:38:01 UTC

"Matt Damon?"

As if Vexen knew who that was. He groaned in response, dull green eyes blinking blearily as the rest of the announcement droned on. How he wished the voice on the intercom would shut up already let him -

Wait a minute. Castle Oblivion didn't have an intercom system.

Wait a minute. He wasn't supposed to be in Castle Oblivion. He was supposed to be dead. The scientist awoke with a start, surveying his location. Strange. He certainly wasn't in Castle Oblivion, or at least a room he had seen before.

Well, of course. Vexen groaned as the memory came back to him, clear as day: Axel striking him with those damned chakrams as he (ugh) begged for mercy. Had Axel actually never intended to assassinate him? Vexen very clearly remembered dying, yet here he was. The afterlife, perhaps ( ... )

dead_draven October 10 2006, 11:32:50 UTC

"...a town very far away. I think he's a bit lonely..."

It was on the last word that Eric snapped awake from a sleep he hadn't known he could still fall into. The feeling was wrong, he knew that instantly. The sensation of waking shouldn't exist for him, not anymore.

Nor should these walls he didn't recognize, or this ceiling. The voice went on, continuing to speak, but he didn't pay it any mind. The names and the speaker meant nothing to him, though these unfamiliar surroundings definitely warranted a closer look.

A hospital? When was the last time he had been in a hospital? Over a year now, if he remembered correctly. A cold metal sheet..

They hadn't even bothered with an autopsy.

He ran a hand through wild black hair, asymmetrical eyes seeking out the door. Ah, there it was. Looked pretty substantial, too, but the lock was open now. Designed to keep the prisoner in. A hospital, filled with lost souls... Mental hospital, then? The air reeked of death and pain, so it couldn't be unlikely. But if that was the case he saw even ( ... )

not_a_savior October 11 2006, 02:01:41 UTC

"...the newest of the newcomers.""Mmnh… keep it down, Urick, the rest of us are trying to sleep ( ... )

not_a_savior October 11 2006, 04:52:35 UTC

((Continued here.))

aluminumfalcon October 13 2006, 03:32:10 UTC

He had been staring intently at the locked door for several long, silent minutes.

He'd already made peace with the hallucination or whatever the it was; hell, no one had ever actually tested human carbon freezing before, and he'd be a fool to think the side effects would be pretty.

...But something was incredibly wrong with his subconscious if it felt the need to shove him in this scruffy, stupid outfit.

At least he wasn't cold anymore, but he didn't want to think about that. Leia, Luke, Chewie... he'd left them all behind for this surreal retreat into his won mind.

He didn't want to think about that, dammit.

Suddenly a loud, angry voice pierced the silence and Han nearly jumped out of his skin, and he heard a distinct click of a lock. Was it open? There wasn't any sort of keypad, and it didn't just... open. There was a weird round thing attached to it, but he had no idea how that was supposed to open a door. Still, it was worth a try ( ... )