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neverbeamemory ([personal profile] neverbeamemory) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2013-06-06 11:41 pm

Log 003 | Which way is up?

Who: Sephiroth & YOU [Open]
Where: Between Clinic and Room 051, 5th Floor.
When: Backdated to June 4th.
Rating: R
Summary: SCIENCE Event Fallout. Sephiroth wakes up in the Laborotory of the clinic. Even though this is exactly where he remembers passing out and despite being heavily under the effects of whatever sedative he was injected with last, he must get back to his room! Feel free to bump into him anywhere you can think of on route, though I do have three action prompts to follow in below comments as well.
The Story: 
Beep, Beep, Beep

Sephiroth's eyes fell open rather than stirring, inside he'd been awake for a while already but he just couldn't will his eyes to open. His head feels entirely too heavy and his eyes ache as if they haven't seen light for a while. The world fuzzed out into bright white for a moment and then faded back into the colours they should be again.

He could see a green line dancing across a monitor, jumping in time with the beep. He watched that line, fancied that he could see past it, into the bright green and fathom why it danced that way and why so bright. Bouncing along as it did, like the beat of a drum. The same drum that sharply drew itself into his focus just then, so that he could hear pounding in his own head.

Life monitoring equipment.

That sure woke him up. Sephiroth jumped bolt upright on the examination bed he'd spent the last couple of days on, rapidly eyeing all the various equipment as his pulse also started to race harder. All the vines stretched out to him, lines like ethereal spiders legs; touching him, sampling him, invading him. Some sensors with their sticky pads on his skin, but more than a couple he could see were feeding him something. There were needle holes of various freshness on the inside of his arms, the outside of his arms. He swore he could feel the prickling of some at his neck as well, and just what was he doing with the odd scar in various states of healing here and there on his torso anyway. There was even one following an artery up his wrist a little, he could feel it under the white dressing that was taped to his arm.

He physically shuddered, and instantly started to feel nauseous. The room didn't quite feel all there as he went systematically pulling sensor pads off, ripping intra-venous lines out as if they were the worst thing in the world. No, this whole scenario is the worst thing right now. He couldn't feel any of it, his body felt numb.

Thinking about it just isn't on the cards right now. Sephiroth's thoughts are all over the place. Distracted by the green line as it flatlines, then by the way the drip lines were leaking fluid onto the floor. How the holes in his arms that he'd pulled lines out of were throbbing, a single trickle of blood overflows and he watches it travel over the surface of his skin before dripping through fingers. Fascinated. It'd stop on it's own soon.

Once free, he was determined to stand and instantly sat back down on the bed. He tried again, stook two steps forward before falling back again, his one black feathered-wing instantly manifest in an attempt to help hold his balance. Knocking a nearby metal trolley flying in the process.

Got to get out here, now. He thought though had to think it three more times before his body would respond. Sephiroth wandered clumsily through the clinic and out into the Mansion, ignoring all who might be in there watching. Bandaged in places, precisely scarred in others. In plain jogging bottoms only with a limp silver braid at his back and a black feathered wing that was struggling to hold even itself up properly. Occasionally it would molt a few feathers in his wake as tried to remember the way back to his room.

Why do all the Hallways look the same in this place?
moral_turnover: (037)

Re: Prompt 1 - Entrance Hall

[personal profile] moral_turnover 2013-06-10 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Being locked away in her room for most of the previous night into the next day was starting to make her anxious. She was expecting for Henry to come back to her room, but when that didn't happen, she felt obligated to check his room. She knocked, but with no answer, she took to searching the mansion. She was worried, and with justified reason. She couldn't take back what she said now, but she needed to find him to further explain things.

Entering the Entrance Hall, she stopped. She wasn't quite sure what she was witnessing at first, but when she took a better look, she was fairly surprised. This man, with a wing protruding from his back, was just spinning. In circles. Over and over again. She wasn't quite sure whether she should have stopped him. He seemed almost in a trance but after a moment, she almost felt obligated to say something.]


Hello? Are you alright?

[It was then that she noticed the slick lines of dried blood on his arms. What had happened to his man?]
Edited 2013-06-10 02:53 (UTC)
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[personal profile] moral_turnover 2013-06-10 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[At first she watched him worriedly until he stopped. Knowing what was going to happen next, she gave him enough room for him to grab onto the column before coming to his side, resting a hand on his shoulder opposite of the wing.]

My son used to do that all the time when he was little. The room will stop spinning shortly.

[It was the only thing she could think to say, considering she didn't know the man. Admittedly, her gaze kept going back to the wing, but only for a mere first seconds at at time.]
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[personal profile] moral_turnover 2013-06-13 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
[She gave him room to move as needed. This was far from just the standard case of the dizzies, and it brought her curiosity to a new level when she saw just how disoriented he had become. She waited until he knelt down before bringing herself to his level. She noticed his breathing and feared what might come if he continued with the pattern.]

Deeper breaths, my dear. You keep at that pace and you'll only pass out.
hope_rides_alone: (I will not be told where to stand)

Re: Prompt 2 - Hallways and Stairwells (& any room on route)

[personal profile] hope_rides_alone 2013-06-07 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ In his current state, Sephiroth likely didn't appreciate the whistling that suddenly sounded out just behind him. Should he turn back to look at its source, he'd see someone standing there that he could be fairly certain wasn't there a moment before. Short in stature (a child?), clad in red and gray armor and a yellow scarf, his eyes hidden behind dark glasses, the mysterious figure folds his arms, flashing a playful grin. ]

You look like you've seen better days.
Edited 2013-06-07 05:37 (UTC)
hope_rides_alone: (But your eyes shine just like mine)

[personal profile] hope_rides_alone 2013-06-08 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
Hmm.

[ The grin slowly disappears from his face. While he didn't have any firsthand experience, it was fairly common knowledge that hallucination is nearly always a side effect of something relatively serious, whether it be a high level of intoxication or some other manner of delirium - and he didn't seem to be drunk, if his pale complexion and visible wounds weren't enough indication of that. If Sephiroth had reason to believe he was a hallucination, it wasn't safe for him to be stumbling along by himself. ]

Here. You can hold on to my shoulder. Don't worry; I may look small, but I'm strong enough to carry you.

[ He steps closer and extends an arm to Sephiroth, offering him some stability. ]
hope_rides_alone: (There's no use putting it into drive)

[personal profile] hope_rides_alone 2013-06-09 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
I'm real. I doubt that will be enough to convince you, though.

[ Protoman leans into Sephiroth's grasp, offering himself as something sturdy to steady himself on. He feels cold and rigid - quite different from the soft, warm yield of flesh that one would expect - and barely budges at all, even if put under Sephiroth's full weight. ]

Everything is perception - if I'm not real, and you're so far into hallucination that you can use me for support... you're probably so far gone that nothing you're experiencing is real at all. Well, either way, you might as well let me help.

[ Not exactly reassuring words, but Protoman hopes he at least has a point. ]
hope_rides_alone: (Twenty floors above the dark streets)

[personal profile] hope_rides_alone 2013-06-09 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ Reacting quickly, Protoman darts underneath Sephiroth, managing to catch him before he goes tumbling away. He makes a conscious effort to cushion Sephiroth's impact on his arms, which would otherwise be as rigid and hard as the wall or the ground beneath. ]

Settle down. Don't push yourself.

[ He helps Sephiroth back to his feet, keeping a firm grip. Whatever Sephiroth had gone through, it must have been horrific - but even in that state, it seemed like he was reluctant to accept help. Protoman can't help but relate a little, at least to Sephiroth's stubborn independence. ]

What happened to you?
hope_rides_alone: (But your eyes shine just like mine)

[personal profile] hope_rides_alone 2013-06-09 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
An experiment? Carried out by who?

[ Protoman briefly considers asking whether or not Sephiroth had been a willing participant in such experiments, but judging from how he was stumbling aimlessly though the hallways alone, it seems unlikely that he was. ]

Hey, come on. You should let me help you get to where you're going. I don't plan on sticking around after that.

[ Protoman knows all too well the discomfort behind accepting help that Sephiroth is barely concealing, and he hopes that he's able to convey his understanding. ]
hope_rides_alone: (Do you understand now)

[personal profile] hope_rides_alone 2013-06-10 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Protoman goes silent once Sephiroth glares at him in response to his query. He lowers his head slightly in understanding, a reflected shine traveling over his glasses. ]

We're on the fourth floor.

[ Looks like this experiment business is something he's going to have to look into himself. No matter - he works best alone, anyway. ]

Where is it that you need to go?
hope_rides_alone: (There's no use putting it into drive)

[personal profile] hope_rides_alone 2013-06-11 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
You probably miscounted in the state you're in. Here, I'll take you up the stairs. It's not far.

[ Protoman begins to move, hoisting Sephiroth by the shoulder should he be allowed, making his way back toward the stairwell. Depending on how much of Sephiroth's senses have returned, he may notice odd, quiet noises coming from Protoman's frame - the subtle hiss of shocks, the low whooshing of hydraulic fluids - which would quickly confirm his "robot" hypothesis. ]

What's the number of the room you're looking for?
swooshycape: gameshark?! (y-you mean i can't bring aeris back sans)

/o/

[personal profile] swooshycape 2013-06-07 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ The first thing Vincent sees as he slips through the hallways is a trail of dark feathers. There's something familiar about them, and the way they dissolve like smoke when he nudges them with his boot offers a big clue. Curious and faintly troubled, given the way things seem to have been going this weekend, he follows the trail to the open doorway and peers in. What he sees is certainly not what he expects, and he lingers in the doorway for several moments, just looking at Sephiroth, sprawled there.

He hesitates, wondering if he should intervene or not, but... he can see the bandages, and there is a tell-tale red mark in the crook of Sephiroth's outstretched arm. It wouldn't be right to just leave. ]


... Sephiroth...?

[ Vincent calls the man's name softly, as he steps into the room, sweeping carefully around a pile of feathers and that molting wing to bend down next to him. He reaches out his hand to touch Sephiroth's shoulder and frowns deeper when he can feel the SOLDIER shaking. Just what had been injected into him...? ]
swooshycape: (I AM BEING OMINOUS AND BROODY)

[personal profile] swooshycape 2013-06-07 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Shiny...

Between Sephiroth's mannerisms, the shaking, the warmth and all the visual cues, Vincent only grows more worried. The fever, the scars, the bandages... Vincent cannot in good conscious leave Sephiroth like that, and he wonders if the man ran into the same doctor he did or if there was someone else in the mansion with the same.... experimenting spirit. ]


... let us get you in bed.

[ That seems to be the first logical step - if nothing else, the floor is not a particularly comfortable place to lie and heal, and besides Vincent imagines changing bandages and treating the fever will be easier with Sephiroth plopped on pillows instead of floor boards.

The way the man flinches, however, worries Vincent; he doesn't wish to add to the injuries by slicing with his claw. So, he leaves Sephiroth's side to move to the closet and retrieve clean bandages, antiseptic and so on - as well as a glove big enough and sturdy enough to fit over his claw. Setting everything up by the bed, he then puts on the glove and comes back over to Sephiroth, carefully doing his best to pick the man up and move him over to the bed. Of course, whether Sephiroth would cooperate remains to be seen... ]
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:c man I've been terrible this week about lagging on tags

[personal profile] swooshycape 2013-06-11 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Vincent watches Sephiroth flail for a moment and then carefully steps around the dissolving feathers. ]

Move slowly...

[ He cautions Sephiroth before reaching forward to gently help him flop more onto the pillow instead of hanging half off the bed. Once the former SOLDIER is settled, Vincent begins to look over his injuries. ]

This will sting...

[ And that's more or less all the warning he gives before he starts cleaning as best he can, applying the antiseptic as he goes (that is, of course, if Sephiroth lets him). He will eventually do what he can with a cure materia but in his experience even curaga is no substitute for hygiene and the body's natural healing, especially when drugs and poisons are involved. ]