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Who: The Freelancers and anyone else
What: Nightmares
When: Through the Nightmare plot
Where: The Mother of Invention
Rating: TBD, potential warning for torture or other really bad things, as RvB Freelancer era isn't very nice

This is the Frigate Mother of Invention. The home base of the UNSC's top secret Project Freelancer. As much as the frigate might have been lively before, now it's full of eerily empty echoing halls, windows into the empty blackness of space, and alarms that seem to be going off all too frequent. The training areas have grown a darker, more sinister air. As for the medical areas and the research labs? You really don't want to go there.

[OOC: Okay, there will be specific nightmare threads within this that I'll be linking on the main post and I will put warnings if any of those might be too bad. If you'd like to join in from outside cast, either hit one of those or start a new thread. We'll be tagging around, and I'll link any new threads you might set up.]

Locker Room (York) | Ranking Board (South) | Implantation Room (Washington) (Warning, not sure how bad this might be) | The Director (Carolina)

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[Washington can't even hear York over the sounds of the memories. Of the memories of a strange woman... Saying goodbye. Of his own screaming in agony as he drops from the table on the floor. But he knows the pain and screaming isn't just him, not that he understands how. Or why Epsilon brought this with him...

The personnel are trying to contain Washington at the Director's orders, trying to get him to the table again.]

Someone get me a sedative now. [Because he's sure as hell not surrendering his friend to these medics, not like this.]

Washington, I need you to listen to me. Listen to my voice. You're here on the Mother of Invention, okay? Wash! Breathe, goddammit!

[The personnel are trying to work around him, but the York's insistence on handling this has them hesitating, in spite of the continued yelled orders from the Director. York shouldn't be in there...

Washington is hearing York's voice, but it's mixed with others, making it hard to listen. And the woman... Allison... Telling him not to say goodbye. That she hates goodbyes. It's hard to think enough to breathe. To do anything... He's still struggling to get away from the pain. Even if moving away won't stop pain in his head.]

[Those incompetent little fucks. Can't they see things aren't going well?]

Sedative! Wash--Epsilon--calm down. I'm here, Delta's here, and you're gonna be okay. But you gotta breathe. Open your eyes. Try to see where you are now.

[One of them is holding a sedative, but they're still uncertain at the Freelancer that is interfering in the procedure.

Washington cries out again, but this time... It's a name. Not one he knows... But one Epsilon is very aware of.] Allison!

[Well, that causes a sharp pain in his own mind--though it's not nearly as bad as when the Director yelled--so if the medics are trying to get York out of the way this is their chance.]

No, Wash. It's me. York. You're not--wherever you think you are.

[The one with the sedative takes the chance to push York away, trying to hold Washington long enough to give the sedative safely.

And finally, the voice is sinking in. It's hard to process though.] York?

[He's pushed away, but York still reaches over to grab Wash's hand and try to give him a squeeze to group him in the physical.]

Yeah. York. Remember? On the Mother of Invention? I keep telling you not to eat in your helmet and you keep putting pictures of cats in your locker?

Hurts... Feels like he's ripping my head apart.

[There's a cry as the medic uses the sedative... It hurts...] Help me.

I know it does, Wash. Just try to stay calm. Breathe. I'm right here with you.

[He knows he's told Wash to breathe about ten times now, but that's because focusing on breathing really does help at first. It helps remind you that there's a physical body here, and you're in control of it.]

You're gonna be okay.

Tell him that, York. [Breathing, but it's rough. He feels the sedative starting to take effect... But it's not quite working as well as it should.]

I don't know if he'd listen to me, Wash, but--

[--he'll probably listen to Delta, who flashes on in complete disregard for what the medics or the Director want.]

Can you hear me?

[Screaming in pain again] I hear...

[Maybe it's not such a good idea. He doesn't like to hear Wash screaming in pain--but it might make it worse if Delta goes away now.]

You are safe. Please do not be concerned.

Yeah. We're here, and you're okay. Or you will be. Okay?

[It's getting to be almost impossible to tell where Washington ends and Epsilon begins.] You don't understand. It's not safe.

It hurts.

The headaches are going to pass, Wash. You just gotta relax, try to breathe--D, what are those math problems you're always doing? Those always seem to calm you down.

Epsilon, if you can hear me, please attempt to create and magnify a standardized Mandelbrot set.

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