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WHEATLEY ([personal profile] testgasm) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2012-02-21 12:09 am

open me

CHARACTERS: All you crazy kids
WARNINGS: Dead people in creepy rooms.
SUMMARY: Corridorstuck/search party/creepy room adventures.
NOTES: Here is an open log for all your creepy room needs, but it is not, of course, restricted to the creepy rooms. Log your wandering about! Your search partying! Your creepy room-finding! Your figuring stuff out in the safe zones! Kindly keep in mind the details of the event as set forth by our lovely mods.

circumitus: you started throwing frozen shot glasses at people and you kept saying "it's fine, they melt." (wave goodbye to your troubles)

[open; post-Creepy Room Bonanza]

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-02-22 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
She had toiled in the corridors, wandering for days. This scene was a parallel. She'd been here before. Or a memory of something like it, she knew. It spun and screamed and ached in her skull, like a wretched serpent slithering inside. She no longer had the will to bring out her phone -- only drifting aimlessly.

Until there was that door.

Abandon all hope, you who enter here!

It's the hospital again. The morgue. Trapped inside. Buried. For years. She has been down in this place for years. Dead. Rotting. Her surface is on fire. Her organs are all hollowed out. There is no rot or rigor mortis on this body -- she's somehow whole and alive and now she is breathing.

Alive. Here. Awake. Breathing.


Here is the toil of that house and the inextricable wandering.

She'd finally found her leave from the solitude of that room, that smell, spilling out into the familiarity. She clutched the walls, her heart hammering in her chest, her throat rasp against the hyperventilating air that scratched against her lungs.

She was beyond the point of crazy sobbing.

Hollowed out.


Rey had found herself pouring to the ground. Her back to the wall now, her arms hugging around her legs that folded to her chest. She just needed a moment, only a moment. Let herself exist without the sounds of static in her ears to blot out the voice of reason. Because she couldn't think, hear, or see much beyond the echoes that had eaten her time spent in this place.
heltersskelter: (y o u | don't give a good god damn)


[personal profile] heltersskelter 2012-02-22 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
Listening to a bunch of scientists try to puzzle out something that, as far as Tate was concerned couldn't be puzzled out (it was the ship), eventually became tedious. And though a master of tedium by this point, with a horror ship and a potential serial killer on the loose, Tate had better things to be doing.

By following the network (internet?) he could figure out that things seemed to be going back to normal, which meant he might have better luck traversing the ship. It was strange, though. Moving through the long and winding halls. It took longer than he was used to; like Hallowe'en. But every day; without limits.

It made him itch.

But the familiarity remained. The ship almost breathed around him; comforting.

It's an accident that he stumbles upon anyone at all, really, and he pauses in his meander when he spots her. Curled up against the wall. Troubled. Alone. Dead things could do that to people, though, and she's turned so selfishly inward that he can (literally) step out of the shadows without her notice.

"Hey, you okay?" He asks, half leaning forward, golden head tilted to look for her face.
circumitus: What if cement was really a rainbow color they just secretly paint it grey so as not to distract drivers? (what if...)

o hai

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-02-22 08:21 am (UTC)(link)
The bodies alone hadn't been enough to rattle her. It was the confined quarters, the enclosed spaces that surrounded and engulfed and suffocating...

Her hand clutched over her chest. She told herself to inhale. Exhale. Look up. Her eyes fixed on someone that was standing over her.

Rey didn't think she would be found. Not here.

It was the first time she had seen anyone like this in... awhile.

Was it days, perhaps?

No matter.

"Yeah. Just dizzy, that's all." And perhaps seeing and hearing things all in her lonesome. Things that weren't there. Might be in her head. Those things.

No big deal.
heltersskelter: (y o u  | don't fret precious)

[personal profile] heltersskelter 2012-02-27 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
"This probably isn't a good place to be resting," He says, and steps closer to offer her his hand. "People are saying the ship is acting weird."

The darkness of the high ceiling casts part of his face into shadow, but despite this, his tone is friendly and coaxing. (Trust me.) There are things she isn't saying, but Tate doesn't need to be a mindreader to know that. Nor does he need to be a detective.

He can recognize something familiar when it's staring him in the face.
circumitus: you started throwing frozen shot glasses at people and you kept saying "it's fine, they melt." (wave goodbye to your troubles)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-02-29 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
She breathed.

Her eyes trained on his hand, then back at him. Reluctant. "Yeah, I figured." Her hesitance furthers as she slowly reaches up, accepting what was offered.

If she'd regret this later, so be it.

"I was walking for awhile. Then it became a very long while."
heltersskelter: (t w o | worlds apart again)

[personal profile] heltersskelter 2012-02-29 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
The muscles in his arm flex, and he shows a surprising amount of strength when he helps her to her feet. A solid pull, though it wasn't insistent in any way. Like a column you could trust to lean on. Once she's upright, he pushes blonde curls from his face and frowns a little.

"Were you one of the people that got lost? They sent out people to look for you guys."
circumitus: Insert Warmer song lyrics here. (Default)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-03-01 04:31 am (UTC)(link)

Oh, right. She'd been so caught up in what was happening, what she'd felt and remembered in that room that the whole prospect had slipped her mind.

Her head spun. She stood up straight. "...I guess so. I didn't have anywhere else to go, so I just kept walking."

And walking. And walking... and walking...
heltersskelter: (r e v | and do it again)

[personal profile] heltersskelter 2012-03-09 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
His gaze remains fixed on her face, and though the concern remains there, his eyes are incredibly sharp. He takes another step, brushing up against the edge of her personal space. "Maybe we should get you to medbay. When was the last time you ate?"
circumitus: I have big plans. I'm learning spanish this month. (i need an office)

dfkj this is late and i am so sorry D8

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-03-16 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
She did not move. It wasn't the lack of personal space that daunted her, and having him stare at her face didn't even concern her. Not with the scars that were planted on her cheeks, which she didn't particularly care to hide. She didn't know why, but she was bothered by something. Maybe it wasn't from him, though.

"No." Her answer was immediate, without hesitation. "I'm fine. I'm not hungry."

All food tasted foul, anyway.
heltersskelter: (h o w | can they possibly know)

it's ok i know you hate me

[personal profile] heltersskelter 2012-03-17 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
He quick response was curious, and Tate blinks at it, turns his jaw just slightly with a furrow of his brow.

"You might be so hungry you don't feel hungry, I've had that happen before," Then he offers her his hand, a slight extending of his fingers. "You've been out here a long time, at least come back somewhere safe."
circumitus: I have big plans. I'm learning spanish this month. (i need an office)

bb it's not you, it's me... i hate everyone :)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-03-17 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
She looks down at his hand, and then crosses her arms. A rather guarded gesture, for someone who doesn't trust strangers that much, regardless of how helpful they're trying to be.

"I haven't felt hunger since I came here." As an afterthought, she remembers what happened to her own room -- here. Waking up to the smoke, charred smell of freshly burnt fabric. But there was no fire. It did mean one thing: "I don't have anywhere to go."

Not even someplace private, or safe.
heltersskelter: (d e c i d e | bring you down)

i feel way less special now

[personal profile] heltersskelter 2012-03-19 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
It doesn't take a genius to figure it out, and Tate drops his hand. She was closed and private and reacting to some kind of stimulus making her shut down. She wasn't interested in some kind of savior in him; but she did need somewhere to go. Maybe to get out of her own head. Your head was supposed to be the scariest place, he'd been told.

Tate didn't agree, but he could understand it academically.

"Do you wanna just walk? We don't have to talk or anything," Then, an idea. "The Oxygen Gardens are pretty chill if you want to avoid people."
circumitus: I have big plans. I'm learning spanish this month. (i need an office)

eh he he he he (B

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-03-20 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Rey didn't know what she was interested in at that point. She wasn't about to shut down the company or conversation; she'd spent too much time alone for that. At the same time, if she wanted to cut it here and survive, she was going to have to start working on talking to people. It would get Ariadne off her case about it, at least.

"Ah, yeah, I know. I practically lived in one of those for awhile..."

That... actually may have been a little too much information than she was usually willing to give, particularly to someone she didn't know.
heltersskelter: (h a l t | don't you trust me)

[personal profile] heltersskelter 2012-03-20 08:21 am (UTC)(link)
"That's cool," He answers easily, and then his brows shoot up, one hand lifting to show her his palm. "Unless it wasn't cool, in which case fuck 'em."

After all, the people around here came from more walks of life than he could recall. While living in the woods might work for some people, even if it was fake woods, for all he knew at this point it could have been some kind of fucked up fancy cage or some shit.

It was this that had him watching more than acting. Finding a place to settle within this group of people... it was more difficult, when he couldn't place exactly what made everyone tick just yet.
circumitus: ...it got messy. (i did a shot of seamonkeys)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-03-21 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
"It's fine." She looked up slightly at the ceiling. "I think I'd pick that over being crammed in a single room for very long."

Something about it bothered her. Though, having been stuffed in a morgue and waking up with insects crawling all over her most likely had something to do with it. She didn't like the dark. And she sure as hell didn't like to be shut in.

She couldn't stand being in that room, either.
heltersskelter: (w h i s p e r | bottle blue)

[personal profile] heltersskelter 2012-03-23 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't blame you," Tate inclines his golden head, a gesture like come with me, and though he turns he doesn't start walking until she's fallen into step with him.

There's a total chance they could get lost all over again, since apparently this ship was wildly unpredictable. But he had the feeling that wouldn't be the case this time around.
circumitus: I have big plans. I'm learning spanish this month. (i need an office)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-03-23 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
As reluctant as she is in those initial seconds, she kicks her heels and follows him. She just keeps him in her peripheral vision, though. Just in case.

"How thoughtful of you." She pauses. "Do you make a habit out of accompanying people to gardens?"

...or was she just that pathetic?
heltersskelter: (d e a l | you would too)

[personal profile] heltersskelter 2012-03-28 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
He shrugs and shoves his hands in his pockets. He missed his lumberjack and flannel the more he was here, and his sweaters. Maybe he could trade someone for something, because as of yet he hadn't seen anything like that pop up in his locker. Some were just luckier than others.

But Tate didn't put a lot of stock into luck.

"I don't usually have a lot of company," He says, and it's mostly honest, with a shrug. "So I guess not." The smile he flashes her is sideways.
circumitus: She literally cut my boxers off with a 8" chef's knife and had her way with me. (tomorrow never knows)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-03-29 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
Rey, of course, hadn't much luck in the matter, either. But she was fine with that. An empty locker and a lack of belongings seemed widely appropriate for someone like her.

"Well, I suppose I don't, either." She doesn't know why she put it like that. Suppose that establishing some kind of common ground, no matter how small, might have made this talking thing easier.

She told herself that, at least.
heltersskelter: (h e l l o | with the lights out)

[personal profile] heltersskelter 2012-03-30 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Cool," He says, as though they've just agreed on something, and to Tate, they have:

A sense of aloneness.

Where it was literal or not was besides the fact. He knew you could feel perfectly lonely, alone, in a group of people despite how it appeared. The quickest way to figure people out was how to find that sweet spot, the thing they craved. The thing they clung to. The thing that isolated them.

He didn't know exactly what it was, but he had enough to hazard a guess. Had enough to keep in her presence without it being awkward; or at least, he could give her her that impression. We're the same.