entrancelogs | No-one comes out of this sane

Who: Sam Yao and YOU
Where: All over the mansion and grounds.
When: 19th-24th
Rating: PG-13. I think. Will change if needed.
Summary: Sam isn't suffering, but he's trying to help those who have. Certain revelations might make that difficult. (Huge spoilers for S2 M39 of Zombies, Run! onwards to the end of S3)
The Story:

19th-21st

[It's easy to tell that something has gone horribly wrong. The screaming, the people staggering around, angry or staring or arguing with people who aren't there, they're kind of a giveaway. And he's not sure exactly what's going on, what the problem is.

He feels useless. There's nothing he can do to help with this, except hopefully stop anyone getting hurt, and even then, he can't protect them all the time. He does what he can, helps Maxine at the clinic, tries to stop anyone hurting themselves or other people.

When Simon comes to him, paranoid and scared, of course Sam helps him. What else can he do for one of his Runners?]

22nd

[Anger, betrayal, they make him reckless, send him stomping and spitting away from his room, away from everyone he knows.

How can that end well?]

23rd

[When Sam revives, dizzy and sick and with one less life, he's in his bedroom, although he knows he didn't die there. Doesn't remember how he got back there. He can see, even though he remembers his eyes burning.

And then he sees Alice, blood oozing from a bite and demanding to know why he didn't save her. Alice and Ellis and Chris. Archie. His parents. He'd killed them all. he couldn't save anyone.]

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[ He's truly cracking up and just thankful enough that he'd been in his room during this latest mishap as small fires had given way to a complete loss of his meatsuit, now left slumped on the bathroom floor as he floats around the mansion.

Sure, he'd tried to get back in, but after a certain number of attempted, he'd moved onto a new tactic: find Blake.

As he floats around, appearing to anyone who might see him as a reddish-black cloud of smoke, he happens on Sam and moves to float over his head. ]

[Sam has ventured out briefly. Needs a change of scenery since he's been cooped up in his room with Simon and Jo for a while. Simon's sleeping. Actually sleeping normally right now, so it seemed a good time to head out, stretch his legs.

He doesn't notice the cloud at first, not until it's right above his head, a seething black and red mass of smoke? Is something on fire?

It really doesn't look like that kind of smoke.

He walks a little faster.]

[ All Crowley does is focus on Sam for a moment, but that's all it takes for his powers to go even more haywire and before he knows it, the cloud is sifting downward and entering Sam's body through his mouth.

He invades every inch of Sam's body until he's in control and Sam is trapped in his own head, conscious but without psychical control.

It's with Sam's mouth that Crowley finally speaks. ]

Bollocks. That's not what I meant to do, Sam.

[The cloud doesn't go away. It doesn't get left behind. It's following him. He is being stalked by a cloud.

Between one breath and the next, it's inside him, sliding down his throat and into him and oh god, he can't move, he can't- It's the strangest feeling ever, like being trapped, utterly trapped in his own body. He can see and hear, but distantly, like watching a film.

What's happening to him!?]

Crowley? What happened- I can't move I- what's going on?!

[ Crowley doesn't like admitting when he doesn't have control, but he supposes that his options in this situation are to admit that or potentially make some new enemies by pretending he actually did this on purpose.

Still, he answers in a hushed voice. ]

Wonderland seems to be doing something to me. Stay calm and I'll be out and on my way soon.

[ Funny that he's more stable in Sam's body than the one he's lived in for years. It's as if the place wants him to do the opposite of what he wants. ]

Oh god, it's like listening to a tape recorder when you're voice sounds all weird and wrong. It's him speaking, but it doesn't sound like him. And for all that Crowley is trying to be pacifying about it, he doesn't know what's going on, or how this is possible and he's terrified.

That doesn't explain how you're inside me!

That sounded really wrong, the kind of joke Jack and Eugene would make on air when they forget they were recording.

"Sorry, have we not discussed the whole demon thing?" He shrugs Sam's shoulders. "I'm a demon."

And then to illustrate, he lifts Sam's hands into his line of sight and wiggles them.

"This is a bit haywire, though. I'm trying to leave, just--"

He can feel Sam's body curling in on itself just a little and then he retches, black smoke slipping out of his mouth for just a moment before it gets sucked back in.

"Almost..."

His shoulders shrug and it isn't him doing it and it's so strange and wrong and for a moment he can't event think enough to answer Crowley. A demon. That- that doesn't even mean much to him. The only demons he knew about you could beat with the right dice roll.

He can see his fingers wiggling and he's not doing anything to make that happen.

And you can... possess me? Oh god...

At least he can't really feel it, just a flicker of sensation when he retches, black smoke escaping his lips.

Is this gonna be like the Exorcist? I hate that movie.

"Hardly. It might be unpleasant, but that's just me trying to get out."

Not that trying or not trying has helped his powers in either direction. Maybe he should just stop and wait for his hold to slip away instead of doing anything on purpose.

With a sigh, he moves Sam's body until he's sitting with his back against the wall.

"Might have to wait this out."

Oh. Okay that's... Still really fucking creepy and awful. Better?

More movement that he isn't making no matter how hard he tried. It leaves him feeling dizzy and strange and a little sick. So this isn't a normal thing? Do you usually go around possessing people?

"Most of the time I stick to my usual. I'm not one for body-hopping or sharing head sp--"

He stiffens and without warning, Sam's body lurches forward and the inky smoke that is Crowley spills out of his mouth violently. Once he's floating above Sam, separate again, he starts to move away down the hall.

Best to stay away from anything he can get pulled back into like that.

No-one comes out of this sane

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