02 ▒ EVENT: STASIS SICKNESS ▒ MAZE

[ataraxites]

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: The mysterious maze.
WARNINGS: Sickness, body horror, encounters, etc.
SUMMARY: Dying slowly, getting into trouble, adventures in exploration.
NOTES: Open to all!

The corridor stretches on before you. THIS WAY ☺, the farthest wall says, before turning into a darkness you haven't explored before. Perhaps now's a good time to consult that map.

Comments

[cryptid]

She told me you made her. I have to say, that's quite impressive.

[ He thinks of the science department of Wolfram & Hart, of Gunn's imported knowledge of demon languages and law. Such an easy feat, an easy trade to make, for such mental wonders. He wonders if the Dolls signed contracts without reading the fine print like Gunn did, and whose souls are being sold and bartered for their perpetuated ignorance, because of that selfishness? Perhaps Topher would fit right in with the lawyer crowd.

Hell, he and Knox likely would've gotten along. In another life.

Or the same. ]

[andblockbuster]

[Topher continues to pinch the bridge of his nose and starts pacing, looking altogether small and trapped and a little frightened.] Yeah- is that what you wanna hear? I'd be happy to tell you my side of the story, but I've got a friend back there who's dying and I have to help him. [He points in the direction he came from.] So maybe she told you that I'm heartless or I don't care if people get hurt, but that much is a lie and there's your proof. [He throws out his arms.] Do you have anything else you wanna ask me?

[cryptid]

She also told me she didn't hate you, [ Wesley says, evenly. ] Despite what you did to her.

[ He looks at Topher, weighs one decision against another. Help the helpless. That had been what he'd done. Does. Still does.

Topher looks a little helpless right now, and while that doesn't stir Wesley's pity as much as it once might have, the mention of his injured friend (whoever that might be) does. So he changes tack, pushing their loaded conversation to the side—to be continued. Later. ]

Is there anything I can do to help?

[andblockbuster]

She has a funny way of showing it. [But he does flinch a bit- his words and the retort that came after both serving to make him twitch a little. Of course, Saunders doesn't hate him. If she hated him, then she would leave him alone. The fact is they're drawn together in some weird way and what she can't deal with it, she retaliates against. And he's stuck wishing he could set her free and knowing he can't, because what he sets free will not be the doctor with the quiet disposition (until she gets angry) and the scars.

He turns away, suddenly incredibly stubborn and petulant, but assuring himself that nothing can be done for Wheatley and more people around while he's in his condition will just make him nervous.] Probably not a good idea for him to be around new people. He's freaked. I'll be fine- we'll be fine. [Topher takes a step backwards, squinting and wondering if he'll be allowed to go on with no further arguments or demands.] Have fun... doing whatever it is you were doing... I guess.