event one | a bone-deep itch (open)

[voidnpcs]

CHARACTERS: Everyone
DATE: July 10th (Day One, sunset)
RATING: PG-13
WARNINGS: "Slight" body horror.
SUMMARY: Welcome to the void!

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OPEN.

[dreamsonaplane]

Of course the first thing that Fischer would check was the communication device. Of course he would try and find some sort of shelter before the sun went down in a panic.

And, of course he would end up failing and panicing to the point that he couldn't move at all. Out of the corner of his eye, he could have sworn that there was something moving under his jacket. Moments later, he would feel it too.

He was a businessman, he wasn't the sort for these things. Was this a kidnapping that went wrong? Was this the kidnapping? Was he just going to die out here?

There.

Something moved again.

Fischer started to feel himself down, screaming when he felt something move under his skin.

"Jesus Christ! Help!" What did he do? What does he do? Clawing at himself wouldn't work, would it? Fischer ripped off his jacket, and clawed to get his shirt off.

"Holy - " A panicked exhale, "Someone, anyone!"

Have a helpful policeman-looking hitter/conman

[distinctive_guy]

[dreamsonaplane]

It would help someone who wasn't so entitled that he thought it meant that he could panic even more. As soon as he saw someone in a uniform, Fischer practically grabbed him and started ordering him around as if he was a personal bodyguard.

"Dont't just tell me to calm down, there is something inside of me."

[distinctive_guy]

To which the poor panicking man will find there is blood on his hands, from the few wounds on Eliot's arm where he forcibly took care of said same problem.

When suddenly clutched upon, Eliot scowled and yanked his limb out of that grasp. "I know that," he snapped, taking a deep breath to keep himself from forcibly calming the other man. "Flailin' around won't help, sir. You'll have to find someplace to seat yourself and cut it out."

[dreamsonaplane]

"Jesus Christ!" Nope, no calm reaction from that either. Fischer's eyes dart from the man's bloody hands to his face and then back to his own body. Was he going to survive? Or was this where Fischer was going to die? He didn't really hear what he had to say, all Fischer knew was that he wanted to get these fucking things out of him.

"Just don't kill me."

[distinctive_guy]

Eliot sighed. The guy's behavior was annoying, but he couldn't find it in himself to be angry at a businessman for being afraid. Even he himself wasn't all that chipper when he discovered worms were crawling in him, and he could bet he had been through a hell a lot more than a normal civilian.

"Alright. Come with me, sir. We're going to get off this beach and find a safe place for you to sit down." He definitely didn't want to be doing this with the man standing.

"I'm Agent Spooner, Boston PD." Since he was dressed that way, he might as well go with the identity he was using when kidnapped. The police bit seemed to calm some of the people he met so far, and until Eliot was sure what was going on, he would prefer to keep his own identity underwraps.

[dreamsonaplane]

Boston? He was in Boston? Of course, Fischer was bred to be a pedigree son rather than getting himself into all sorts of situations. Fischer nodded, behaving for the authority figure and getting onto his legs shakily so that they could get away from this goddamned beach.

... which was odd because he could have sworn -- but it was like a long forgotten dream just lingering in the back of his mind.

Fischer automatically assumed that anyone would know who he was. After all, it's hard not to recognize him as the crazy son that broke up the biggest energy empire in the world. Tabloids, news interviews, paparazzi, the entire thing just to catch a glimpse to see if Fischer really had gone mad.

"Thank - " A hiss as he felt it move under his skin- "Thank you."

[distinctive_guy]

It was might as well that Eliot didn't know who he was helping since his opinion of such people weren't very high to begin with. He hovered over the unsteady figure as the two of them started their trek towards infestation free grounds. Not offering to help but being ready in case the other's legs gave way, their progress was slow, but steady enough that Eliot didn't lose patience.

"Don't thank me yet." He let the reason of that hang in the air and distracted the other with the question, "So, what do I call you?"

[dreamsonaplane]

"Robert, my name is Robert Fischer." He's a businessman with a lot of things to do and places to get out. But, there's an odd question that he says that only someone from his world would understand. "Is this a dream?"

It felt like something he had experienced before. The crashing waves were like a reminder of some sort of limbo.

[distinctive_guy]

Eliot turned to give Robert a slightly annoyed look. "Well, sir, do those parasites feel like a dream to you?" It might be a mean thing to say, but anyone who has such a mindset needed to wake up quickly. Whatever this was, the feeling of this was just the beginning hung in the air, and it definitely wasn't going to be pleasant.

"Let's move over there so I can help you with them."

[dreamsonaplane]

Wouldn't projections be able to tell him if he was dreaming? Isn't that why he did that training? But, at the moment the only thought in his mind was to get the parasites out of his arm. He shook his head, why was it so hard to try and comprehend that he was terrified? He tried to get himself to get enough courage to actually go with the stranger.

He found himself gingerly getting up out of pure terror, rather than courage. But, the ends justified the means and he was justified, it's not as if his pride would suffer. That much.

[distinctive_guy]

Eliot found them a place off the beach that looked clear of worms before he pulled out his police knife. His own had been removed sometime ago, and the wounds had pretty much air dried save for what Fischer opened when he grabbed onto Eliot earlier.

"You want to do this standing or sitting?"

[dreamsonaplane]

Oh god, he wasn't a policeman at all, was he? Fischer, not really thinking for a moment - or who would think straight in a time like this.

"That is not going in me, is it?"

[distinctive_guy]

Eliot gave the panicked Fischer a look then down at his blade. Realizing what the man was suddenly so afraid of, the hitter tried to give a reassuring smile. "It would have to if I'm gonna get those worms out for you, Mr. Fischer. Sittin' might be more comfortable."

[dreamsonaplane]

He was still, waiting for a friendly sign that he was not at all going to get stabbed to death. However that ridiculous notion was cast aside as the priority of getting those parasites out of him took precedence when they started to wriggle around more.

"Just, tell me what to do."

[distinctive_guy]

Eliot looked around. There was nothing to lean against, but at least the ground looked parasite free. "Well, just sit down here." He pointed to a random spot on the ground while he got down to a crouch by it. "Now gimme your arm and let's see what ya got."