yardbird: ...and someone yelled "dibs!" (i did the walk of shame to church)
Murphy Pendleton ([personal profile] yardbird) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2012-11-09 12:06 pm

been down in the gutters without a care [open]

CHARACTERS: Murphy Pendleton and You.
LOCATION: Anywhere and everywhere, though feel free to run into him at the shuttle bay, by the airlock.
WARNINGS: The usual shebang that comes with being a Silent Hill Protagonist.
Edit: ALSO BECAUSE REV IS DUMB AND FORGOT TO PUT IT IN THE SUBJECT LINE: There are some pretty adult things happening between adults in Anne and Murphy's thread, being adults and stuff. As in, of the NSFW adult variety. So. Um. Yeah.
SUMMARY: Murphy's taken it upon himself to collect masks to airlock. What a guy.
NOTES: This can happen over the course of this month. If dates are important, feel free to specify in the subject line.
I fully welcome anyone who's gone crazy from their masks to encounter Murphy. He'll probably try and take masks from people to dispose of as well, whether if he has to take them against their will or not. Feel free to hit me up on plurk or AIM (ReverieNightengale) if you want to hash something out. Handwaving is also acceptable, if you want to have Murphy keep trying to figure out how to get rid of your characters' mask.



"You've gotta be kidding."

It must have been the way the face looked back at him. From his door, it watched. Each time it was the same.

Murphy didn't know what he was expecting after the jump. Maybe he had just hoped that it would magically disappear within the week or so, as most things around him usually seemed to. Returning to his room for the past few days to the same black eyes and terrible face that scrutinized him, however -- Murphy no longer had any such hope that this would be the case.

Teeth gritted, blood hot, he ripped the two masks down from the door of room 073. How many times he was going to have to do this, he had no idea. Far as he was concerned, it was a routine that he could keep up with every day, now that he was feeling top shape enough to stand on his own damn feet again.

"...Hell with this place..." Murphy muttered, turning to pick up the pace down the corridor.

By then, he learned the route well enough to not even get lost on the way to the airlock anymore. Though Resnik's recommended choice of disposal hadn't been as productive as Murphy had hoped, just getting it out of the way.

That day, he at least decided to kill two birds with one stone (terrible implications of the pun not intended), because he had more than just the masks to get rid of. That canvas sack, which had been so crudely placed in his locker, had to go as well. He just didn't have a better way of doing it without the risk of leaving these things somewhere on the ship.

Last thing Murphy wanted was for a sack that reeked of death and decay to be lying somewhere for somebody to find. These masks, both his and Anne's, were also becoming a problem as well.

So he wrapped the masks up in the sick fabric, like a joke and a punchline. To hell with it all, as far as he was concerned. In some manner is insane logic, one sick joke had to cancel out the other, right?

Right. He didn't care to think about it much.

For now, it was gone. All of it. The masks, the canvas sack, all ready to go. Murphy's jaw tensed as he tossed the bundle back into the airlock, just as he had many times before.

With the flip of a switch, just like that -- the problem was gone. At least, for the time being...
atmnumber0001: (Bloody wounds)

[personal profile] atmnumber0001 2012-11-11 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
Manfred had never worn his mask. Once he saw the face of Gregory Edgeworth staring at him, he quickly snatched the mask and hid it away in his room. But he thought about it quite a bit, the paranoia inside of him building up. Someone obviously knew. No, he knew who knew about it. He had met two people on this ship who claimed to be from the future, claimed that they knew he had murdered Gregory Edgeworth. But Miles was still loyal to him, so obviously he didn't know.

Manfred couldn't risk anyone knowing, though, and the most he thought about that mask, the more paranoid he got. He wanted it to be gone and never again.

So with the mask tucked away in a satchel, Manfred found himself near the airlock area, but he wasn't alone. Someone else was there, clearly having a similar idea, perhaps. He couldn't dispose of the mask now, not with someone watching.
atmnumber0001: (Stern)

[personal profile] atmnumber0001 2012-11-11 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Fortunately, Manfred had no intentions of throwing himself into the airlock. Just the mask. But he didn't want to admit that he had such a mask, despite seeing many others on the ship wearing them, or seeing them on others' doors. But his own mask had to be destroyed.

"And what do you suppose I'm thinking of doing?"

Because surely if he tossed the mask in the airlock, it would be lost to the vacuum of space forever, unless it crash-landed on a galactic object and disintegrated. Either option would be preferable. Why wouldn't throwing a mask in an airlock work? Unless Manfred turned out to be right, that they weren't actually in space and this was all an illusion.
atmnumber0001: (Default)

[personal profile] atmnumber0001 2012-11-12 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Manfred still looked back at the younger man, a slight scowl on his face as he stood his ground. Now he was somewhat suspicious; what exactly was he throwing out in the airlock, if anything? Or a person? No, it couldn't have been a person. He really hoped not. What a rotten way to die.

"Indeed, there's something strange going on," he agreed. "But I'm curious to know what you're doing here."
atmnumber0001: (Stern)

[personal profile] atmnumber0001 2012-11-13 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
Upon hearing what the man had to say, Manfred's scowl faded a bit for a moment. It was a small relief that someone else had a mask that disturbed them, that perhaps Manfred wasn't alone in being victim to something that was trying to broadcast his guilt to the world.

"Permanently? I'd think that once they're in space, they're gone forever."

And that was when Manfred suspected that there was something else at play here. Perhaps this man was hiding something. Manfred didn't even consider that the masks would reappear. Why would they? That's just preposterous. Then again, so is the notion of his daughter appearing from the future...
atmnumber0001: (Sweating)

[personal profile] atmnumber0001 2012-11-13 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
"They... come back?" Preposterous. There was no way that it could come back from the vacuum of space unless it heralded to some extremely minute chance of physics. But even then, that wasn't possible to keep coming back.

"Not possible. It's illogical." Part of him knew that the ship was somehow capable of defying these laws of physics, if this even was a ship. If he was still in some horrible dream for this past month. "Unless that's just a cover. Are you really disposing of that mask?"

He was almost grasping at straws, but he had to evaluate the situation as best he could. Manfred was suspicious of many people, after all, and he didn't want to believe that this ship was somehow capable of magical physics-defying antics.
atmnumber0001: (Lineface)

[personal profile] atmnumber0001 2012-11-13 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hmph." It still sounded utterly ridiculous, just like most things on this ship. But there was part of Manfred's brain that told him that what this man was saying was a distinct possibility. And if that was true, then the mask would show up on Manfred's door the next day, Gregory Edgeworth's face in plain view for everyone to see. Should he risk that?

"Logic tells me not to believe you, but everything else on this ship seems to already defy logic."

His expression softened slightly because he truly didn't know what to think. Maybe this man wasn't covering anything up. But even so, Manfred wasn't about to withdraw his mask for this man to see.
atmnumber0001: (Irritable)

[personal profile] atmnumber0001 2012-11-14 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
What the man said was absolutely right, unfortunately, and Manfred only had to scowl at that. Because nothing here made any sense, he didn't know how he got here or how all of the distortions in time had happened.

"Fine, I'll believe you for now," he begrudgingly admitted, not looking pleased to do so. "But tell me: what time of day do these masks usually reappear?" Not that there was any sort of "time of day" in space, since they were supposedly far, far away from the Sun and Earth.
atmnumber0001: (Irritable)

[personal profile] atmnumber0001 2012-11-14 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, that settled it. Manfred wasn't going to dispose of his mask at all, not when it could reappear at any random moment.

"Hmph. I see no point in airlocking this thing then if it will reappear at will. A waste of time."

But truthfully it was out of paranoia. He couldn't afford to have anyone see this mask, especially not Edgeworth. Of course Manfred could make up some convoluted lie about how Gregory Edgeworth's face represented Manfred's desire to take over his fatherly role in Miles Edgeworth's life, but he still couldn't risk it, especially when others knew.
atmnumber0001: (Stern)

[personal profile] atmnumber0001 2012-11-16 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
The more it's going to mess you up? What did that even mean? Manfred couldn't deny that he had grown more wary of that mask, thinking about it more even when he hid it away. He had never worn it, but he couldn't stop thinking about it, wondering how much it was going to haunt him.

"Mess you up?"

He paused as he tried to leave. He didn't want to believe what the man was saying once again but he had to consider the possibilities.

"Exactly how?"
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[personal profile] atmnumber0001 2012-11-17 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
Some kind of mass hysteria, of course. That was the most logical explanation, and everyone connected it with these masks. But then how did everyone seem to get different ones that pertained to them? No, he had to stick with the logic. Mass hysteria was a good answer.

"I haven't put mine on, and I have no plans to do so, so I'm sure I'll avoid this mass hysteria."

At least he hoped to.
atmnumber0001: (Irritable)

[personal profile] atmnumber0001 2012-11-19 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
Of course, there were others. Manfred wasn't particularly concerned about others except for Franziska and Edgeworth. Franziska because she was his daughter, and Edgeworth because he could end up reaching his breaking point if provoked by such a thing.

"If, as you say, these masks do influence others who cannot avoid it, then why would you insist on throwing them away when they'll just appear again?"

Because really, he saw no point to this. An addict separated from their drug of choice would go crazy without it. If encountered in less than a day it was likely they would simply cling to their substance even harder, unless it was a person who had a particularly strong will. But in Manfred's experience, the majority of society was full of fools.
atmnumber0001: (Stern)

[personal profile] atmnumber0001 2012-11-20 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Manfred seemed to know he had backed this man into a corner with his question. Was there truly no way that anyone knew of to permanently dispose of these masks? He wanted to scoff at the young man for coming up with such a ridiculous explanation, but it seemed to be the best one anyone could come up with.

"Fair enough," he finally said. "Thank you for informing me then, Mister--"

He drew out the last word slightly in a question to inquire as to the man's name.
atmnumber0001: (Sexy)

[personal profile] atmnumber0001 2012-11-21 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps it wasn't exactly noteworthy, and there was a hint of sarcasm when Manfred had thanked him. But what was happening with these masks defied all forms of logic, so Manfred was almost lost. He had already known there was something wrong with these masks, but not to this degree, the fact that they apparently reappeared even from the vacuum of space (which made absolutely no sense).

"Well then Mr. Pendleton, I shall be keeping my mask for now, but rest assured I have no plans to wear it. Good day to you then."