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paradisalogs2012-10-06 11:43 pm
whathedoves) wrote in paradisalogs2012-10-06 11:43 pm
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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.
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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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.
no subject
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.