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entrancelogs2013-06-06 11:41 pm
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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?
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?
no subject
[ 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?
no subject
[Sephiroth's senses are somewhat all over the place. Sometimes one sense sharpest out of all of them, other times all of his senses are fuzzy. On occasion he finds himself distracted by the loudness of the noises coming from his mechanical help.
Was he supposed to be making noises like that? Sephiroth doesn't trust them.]
-I'll find the room. Just-
-stairwell.
[Reluctantly helped by the little robot. though sometimes out of his own stubbornness Sephiroth will insist on attempting a couple of steps himself. More often than not it results in a severe balance over-calculation and with him the opposite side of the hallway they are heading down back towards the stairs. Some people won't be helped.]