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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.

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[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?]

[His wound is getting sorer and his vision a bit more pointed, hazier. Sooner rather than later, he'll only have one wing left to do anything with.

The neurotoxin is a curse now, but soon it will be a blessing.

A little bloody, tired, and resigned, Yuuya peels back the next curtain and draws in an audible breath.

Metal hits the floor as he loses his grip on the surgical tools in his wing.]

Jane ... ? [His voice is horrified and quiet.]

[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?!]

That bastard ... How did he ...

[He can't help it.

They should all be dead, but if there's the slightest chance, he has to be certain.

Climbing up on the beside stool to reach the proper height, he checks fro a pulse.]

[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.]

[By now, Yuuya is beginning to stress, his heartbeat feverish and his breath shallow. Maybe he's hallucinating. Maybe it's just the sterility of the florescents.]

Jane, can you hear me?

[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.]

[It isn't a hallucination, is it?

He can swear he sees her eyes moving ... but maybe it's just wishful thinking? Or the poison, or the little piece of him that consistently fights resignation to Iwamine's whims.]

I see you there! [But he sounds desperate.] You can blink, yes?

Once for yes, twice for no, that whole deal? Ha-ha ...

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[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.]

[Slowly, after watching her for a very long time, Yuuya takes a step back and lowers his head. His voice starts with its usual cadence and very gradually unwinds.]

I guess it's finally happened. I snapped! What a weak will. It was probably the doctor's intention all along.

Now I'm talking to a corpse, too? I'm as crazy as he is [No. The doctor's just cruel, he reminds himself. He was always like this.]

It wouldn't do any good to say I'm sorry now, would it? There was only supposed to be one human at this school, ever.

[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!!]

[The horrible dissonance between dream logic and reality logic is astounding. It doesn't make any sense for Jane, a girl from some other reality, to be in a school where only one human was allowed to attend, was allowed to die.]

What do you even want with her? [Nobody's even here to answer, Yuuya.] You think she's of any use to you?

[He should cover her up, at least. He'll find a sheet ... Yuuya takes a pretty clumsy spill when he goes to look for it. He grabs for the bed to steady himself, but unfortunately ends up grabbing onto her instead as he goes down.]

[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.]

[The dove shudders visibly when Jane's lifeless hand follows him down. Touching it just off the bat is too painful, so he promises to set it back as soon as he returns with the sheet.

He leaves her behind long enough to find a clean one and returns to drape it over her face and upper torso, not caring to look as long as he can.

Then he takes up the tools, placing knives and saws in the shallow medical tray beside the bed.]

I am sorry.

[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...?]

[Sorry for the skin and tendons he's about to open up at her ankle joins, for one. He can't even bear to mark it out, first. He can either handle this with the utmost respect, caution and slow - or he can rush through it to get it over with as quickly as possible.

And Yuuya's a coward, so he cuts fast.]

[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!!!!]

[With no way to hear her distress and seeing no unusual amount of blood from the cutting, there is nothing to stop his cuts, not even when he needs to take up the saw.

There's a solidness in human bones not present in birds. The heaviness stalls him a little, though Yuuya has focused so entirely on work alone that he's shut almost everything else out.

He pauses to wipe his face. Birds don't really perspire, but he writes it off as sweat anyway.]

[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?]

[ 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. ]

[It's the yelp or the wet squelch that follows it that first draws Yuuya's attention.

Yuuya turns on a dime, stumbling a little, unsure whether he expects the doctor or a Labor unit or something else.

There's a human here?

Why would there be ... ?]

What are you doing here?

[There's no laughing something like this off. Yuuya unconsciously brushes a bloody wingtip to his cheek, leaving the feathers red.]

[ 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? ]

... Yeah. I didn't think Iwamine would work with a human unless it suited him.

You're probably with the human opposition, right? I'm pretty impressed that you managed to get in here.

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. ]

[He might find a couple, but they're indestructible - at least they were when Yuuya tried to get out through them.]

I have absolutely no idea where the doctor is. Other than that...the school might be empty. Who knows?

[He rubs his wounded wing now.] So you're pretty lost, huh? Hope he doesn't expect me to do anything rash.

[ 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.

He should be taken care of by his own, really. He's hurt birdkind more than humans.

...But, since you're here, I thought you'd know he's been behind this from the start.

[He puts his wings up as if in surrender.] Guess you should probably come after me, too, friend!

[For a split second, Yuuya appears to be confused. They're in the school, but wasn't there someplace else?] Do I know you, my like executioner?

[ 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!

[This is just getting fishier by the minute. Yuuya looks, well ... confused. Very confused. And not at all like he's about to come after John.] Is that so?

Listen, I've made my choices and there's really no going back, here.

There's nothing quite like getting bitten in the ass by somebody who's not even here to kill you, really.

But the door's probably locked behind you, you should know.

[ 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.

[He just looks so confused. If he were human right now, his cowlick would probably be standing on end. As it is, even as a bird one of his feathers is popping up into some sort of bird ahoge.]

... Do you really think you could do that?

[ 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.

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.

He's getting so tired.

With everything he does, Yuuya is digging himself gradually deeper and deeper. It's too late to turn aside now - and not just because he has his brother's welfare to protect. (But his brother is gone now? No? What a strange thought to have, so suddenly.)

Finding another human - one who, for whatever reason, has some small feature that reminds him of another human girl's - behind another curtain almost makes him laugh.

"What do you want with them?" he asks someone who isn't there.

They're just primates.

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.

"Man, I give. Isa, you're a sick bastard." She's just a human. A long time ago, no one had ever given much fuss about cutting up birds. Still, maybe he's had enough. This long ago had gone beyond any mission or assignment.

Yuuya looks to his tools, to his wound, to the corpse. "It won't matter much soon enough." He'd had his chance to protect Sakuya; like most things Yuuya took under his wing, his best turned out not be enough.

He can just wait the poison out.

"I'm sorry, miss." Where had she even come from? "I'm afraid I don't even know your name."

The room is quiet enough that it's possible to hear the lights buzzing, though it doesn't stay that way for long.

CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAK.

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.

The telltale noise of the "scarecrow" shambling just outside is nearly as harrowing as hearing the doctor walk in. (Really, what could either of them do to him at this point that hasn't already been done?) Even giving it a nickname hasn't made the monster any less terrifying.

Where the beanpole man is, Iwamine is sure to follow, and if the doctor's eyes are on him, then he can protect what he needs to protect.

It's a weird and almost cyclical logic (never mind that it makes no sense here.

There's something almost alarmingly tender about the way he puts a wing to her forehead before he takes a marker to to her to line out incision.

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.

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the doctor is in

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

no one did...and then we found someone's head in a box

D8 Oh my God

i can offer you a let's play that will change your opinion of birds forever

I could go for that.

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oops i'm temporarily without sad bird icons sorry for dissonance

It is a-okay

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