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Yuuya Sakazaki ([personal profile] whathedoves) wrote in [community profile] paradisalogs2012-10-06 11:43 pm

the doctor is in

Who: Yuuya and volunteers.
What: I think there might be a nightmare plot going on right now? There are some logs...
When: Nightmare Plot
Where: The doctor's office at St. PigeoNation's
Rating: PG-13...? Gore, blood, dead bodies

Spoilers for a pigeon dating sim.

There's no mistaking the sterile, tidy white room Yuuya has stumbled into, though the power of dreaming makes it feel both infinite and infinitely small, a claustrophobic space that still stretches on nearly forever.

The curtains are drawn around the cots, obscuring whatever carnage is there. But Yuuya knows - and any glance around the curtain will confirm - that every cot is occupied. Someone is dead in each of these beds.

Outfitted with tools of the medical trade and some less legal equipment (Dr. Iwamine's cleaver has been sterilized and sterilized, but it still looks bloody), Yuuya is equipped for the grisly task of turning lifeless stock into meat. At the other end of the office, the door is locked. The desk is stacked with files, full of the unspoken threat to his only brother's life and future.

It's the same as before, when he'd had to lift the human girl from the floor and turn her into pieces. The poor thing, the poor thing ... but she had just been one human, right?

The place on his wing where the doctor cut him is open and inflamed. Maybe the toxin will kill him before he can get through all the bodies.

It's worth hoping.

Are you another one of the doctor's volunteers? Did he blackmail you, too?

No matter your level of participation, Yuuya isn't likely to be happy to see you.
cyan_maid: Jane crying (Not happy tears...)

I never expected a pigeon dating sim to be so srs bizness

[personal profile] cyan_maid 2012-10-07 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jane's still very shaken from the past two dreams she stumbled into, but now that she's been through two of them, she's not too keen on waking up in another, even if she's in a cot in a quiet, quiet room. Is she alone? Is that why it's so quiet? Maybe that means she has time to figure out just what could be going on-

Wait. Was that...is someone in here? She tries to lift a hand to push the curtain away, but it feels heavy and stiff. Why can't she move?]
cyan_maid: Jane doesn't know what the fuck is going on (What is even going on?)

D8 Oh my God

[personal profile] cyan_maid 2012-10-08 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[She knows that bird! She knows him!]

...

[...Why can't she move her mouth?

Now that she thinks about it, why can't she blink? Is - is she even breathing? What's going on?!]
cyan_maid: Jane being very frustrated at her computer (Frustration!!!)

I could go for that.

[personal profile] cyan_maid 2012-10-08 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
[If there's a pulse, it'd be a weak one, but is it even there? Can you tell, Yuuya?

Jane's eyes are open, of course, and by now they're darting around, as if she's trying to look for some kind of restraints put on her, but she can't see any.]
cyan_maid: Jane being very frustrated at her computer (Frustration!!!)

[personal profile] cyan_maid 2012-10-10 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Of course she can! She can hear you loud and clear! She tries to nod her head, but it doesn't budge, and she can't seem to find her voice, so she looks at him, as if her eyes could speak for her.]
cyan_maid: Jane crying (Not happy tears...)

[personal profile] cyan_maid 2012-10-10 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Can he? Can he really? She would cry out in relief if she could, and she would blink if she could, but it feels like everything is too heavy and stiff when she tries. So, she'll settle for moving her eyes around in the hopes that he'll give her another option.]
cyan_maid: Jane doesn't know what the fuck is going on (What is even going on?)

It is a-okay

[personal profile] cyan_maid 2012-10-11 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[What? What is he talking about? She wants to ask, and tell Yuuya he's not crazy, she can understand him - and what does he mean by a corpse? She is very much alive!!]
cyan_maid: Jane is neutral or unsure (Um...)

[personal profile] cyan_maid 2012-10-14 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
[And down she goes, too!

...Well, not really. How Yuuya's heavy enough to pull her arm down Jane will never understand, but her fingers brush his feathers almost reassuringly and definitely by accident.

He sounds so upset, though...she wishes she could move to hug him.]
cyan_maid: Jane doesn't know what the fuck is going on (What is even going on?)

[personal profile] cyan_maid 2012-10-19 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Sorry for what, she wants to ask, her view of the world now obscured by the sheet. She can see some vague shadows, but that's about it, and that worries her. Why did he cover her face...?]
cyan_maid: Jane being very frustrated at her computer (Frustration!!!)

[personal profile] cyan_maid 2012-10-24 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, God.

Someone's cutting into her ankles.

Jane has never felt any pain worse than this, and she can feel a scream building up in her throat, but she just can't - get it - out!!!!!!

Yuuya, where are you?? Help!!!!]
cyan_maid: Jane crying (Not happy tears...)

[personal profile] cyan_maid 2012-10-28 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jane has never felt anything more agonizing in her life, and every bit of her screams to fight back, but she can't, and she has no idea why. A brief thought strikes her - could she be dead? - but that would be ridiculous. How could she feel and see and hear if she were dead?

The cloth near her eyes begins to dampen. Is she crying?]
dupable: (John: Feel a little freaked out)

[personal profile] dupable 2012-10-10 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ John's not totally sure what's going on, but when he comes to he's standing at the end of a clinic room, with his arm filled with bloody meat and feathers. If he was blackmailed by Dr. fatbird he sure as heck doesn't remember it, but he does drop the bloody heap pretty fast with a surprised yelp and starts trying to rub at the blood on his shirt to get it off.

Unfortunately hands don't make for very effective soap substitutes so it doesn't do much at all. He looks up and looks around the room.

Wow... that's a lot of carnage. It's not the first time John's seen dismembered and bloody bodies lying all over the place, but it doesn't get more pleasant to see in time.

He debates calling or help, but considering it looks like someone went on a murdering spree in here, he figures that might not be the smartest plan on is part.
]
dupable: (pic#4808122)

[personal profile] dupable 2012-10-10 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ John looks up from the piles of body parts, there's a bird there... is he the one that's been cutting up everyone here? That's sort of disturbing to think about.

Hitchcock had nothing on this.

John takes a step back, but there's not really anywhere to go, unless he wants to make a dash by the bird.
]

I don't actually know?

[ He looks down there's surgical equipment on a table next to him though. What's up with that? ]
dupable: (pic#2152828)

[personal profile] dupable 2012-10-12 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
The human opposition?

[ Against... bird murder? Well he's definitely opposed to it! But he doesn't know if that really makes him part of some sort of organized group. ]

Are there more of you guys outside?

[ He's moving forward, trying to find a window to look out of. He doesn't want to fight his way through a army of giant pigeons. ]
dupable: (pic#4807099)

[personal profile] dupable 2012-10-15 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ That's definitely not a comforting thought, because he doesn't particularly want to stay here any longer than he has to. Especially since it looks like he was too late to actually do anyone here any good.

John's attention snaps back to the bird, because... something rash? For a guy surrounded by corpses "rash" can't mean anything good.
]

I guess so... Who's the doctor and what kind of rash things are you talking about? Because I know how to fight. Just saying.
dupable: (pic#2152706)

[personal profile] dupable 2012-10-20 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ John starts at that slightly. He gets this guy is like some kind of birdy mass murderer, and whoever the doctor is must be even worse, since it sounds like this guy works for him... but John didn't actually come to revenge kill anyone.

Isn't there a bird jail he can take this guy to in order to put him on bird trial?

Or maybe not, considering he doesn't even know if he's going to be able to get past the guards.
]

I don't think so. But I didn't actually come to kill you!
dupable: (John: Ponder what this could mean)

[personal profile] dupable 2012-10-26 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Not about to come after him or not, John tries to make sure he stands in a way so he can watch Yuuya and the door at the same time. The guy still hacked up a bunch of other birds, and is pretty open and upfront about the fact to boot, so he's not really someone John wants to turn his back on. ]

I could always knock it down though.
dupable: (pic#4808241)

[personal profile] dupable 2012-10-28 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's studying the door now, and it doesn't look like some weird, super door where there are like five layers of reinforced steel or anything, so... ]

Sure! No problem.
deterrence: (011.)

[personal profile] deterrence 2012-10-10 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Shizuru's eyes snap open, immediately tearing up at the strong smell of disinfectant in the air. A medical facility, if the colours and what little surroundings she can perceive are any indication. There is sensation in her limbs -- it doesn't feel as though she's been strapped down -- but she can't seem to will them to even twitch. Sedatives?

She remembers falling asleep, and what felt like a bad dream (many bad dreams). Blinking a few times, she contemplates the ceiling, the only thing her eyes can fixate on, gathering her thoughts.
deterrence: (021.)

[personal profile] deterrence 2012-10-12 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
What is happening, she wonders, trying with all her might to turn her gaze in the direction the voice had sounded. It's difficult, her neck remains uncomfortably stuck just like the rest of her body. After what seems to be forever, but was probably seconds, she gives up and returns to staring at the ceiling. At least its blankness means nothing can distract her. Listening should be easier this way.
deterrence: (036.)

[personal profile] deterrence 2012-10-18 08:49 am (UTC)(link)
If she could, she would have laughed the apology off, maybe after piecing together a clearer picture of the situation via what he's said thus far, and finding where that noise came from. Without any capacity to act, much less respond, all the stillness of her body accentuates exactly how defenseless she is here.

Biding her time, she doesn't mind. Used to it, even. Biding time while an unknown figure -- figures? Did that shadow move -- is free to do as they like to her? Have a definite no.

Though you may not know my name, I will remember your voice, remember your face, remember everything I can. And by the end of this, I will find you again. The vow settles the trepidation (which she never shall acknowledge), some.
deterrence: (038.)

[personal profile] deterrence 2012-10-29 09:02 am (UTC)(link)
A bird.

Why is a bird touching her face and drawing on her.

If she was confused earlier, the state of her mind has now jumped to straight-up "this is too bizarre for processing, please try again later" territory. All questioning thoughts with regard to the creaking noise grant her complete leave, replaced by preoccupation with his close presence and actions.

Shoddy metaphors aside, her eyes widen in astonishment. While she would like to struggle (that ink better not be permanent...), it remains the sole action allowed her.