brynkitten | [004] Someone's been far too quiet...

Entry tags:

game: holloway's keep

[004] Someone's been far too quiet...

[ Bryn starts a text entry, not much feeling like speaking. Her words are scribbled hastily, looking far less like her usual carefully practiced cursive, and more like an urgent scrawl. ]

There are words, on my hands and arms and they won't wash off and they're moving!!!

[ She paused briefly to try and scrub her arms, to put pressure on the skin in front of the letters, but they continued drifting up her skin to no avail. Bryn picked up her quill and continued writing. ]

Please does anyone know what's going on? I don't understand.

[ And sheee's just going to stare at her entry obsessively now and continue to try and rub the words off. ]

[OOC: Herp, forgot to make a post for Bryn this month. Tagging will be slow as I have Wickepants over this weekend |D]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

This again? I'm starting to think this might be contagious.

Do you know what it is? How to stop it? It's not going to hurt me is it?

[ ANSWER QUICKLY OKAY she is kinda having a bit of a heart attack right now. ]

Kind of. No. Probably not?

[She switches to audio, sounding very uncertain.]

What do you kind of think it is?

I'm fairly sure it's just your tattoo.

I see...that does make sense.

[She swallows, still distinctly unnerved by this turn of events.]

Thank you.

Of course it does. That's why I said it.

It should go away if you give it a bit.

[You don't always say things that make sense okay, Hawke?]

Okay I'll...I'll wait and see then.

[She'll wait and WATCH EVERYTHING LIKE A HAWK...or something less punny.]

*Oh hay Bryn, Sollux feels like he owes you, so he'll be nice and explain....sort of.*

cod damniit, you people need two 2top freaking out about thii2, iit2 ju2t iink, iit'll go away now that you made a journal entry.

[There's a pause before Bryn replies. Tentatively, she writes. The words appear slower, more controlled than before.]

Just ink? You're sure it will go away now?

[She's checking her skin. It hasn't gone away yet but...it hasn't gone further either.]

ii'm 2ure, iit2 what happen2 when we don't make record2 often enough.

[Bryn looked back at her last entry. It had been well over a month ago.]

...oh. It has...been some time.

[Heartbeat is slowing just a bit. Bryn swallows and takes a deep breath.]

Thank you.

whatever.

... Moving?

Yes, moving.

...

I'm not crazy I swear.

[ Seriously D: It's really happening!]

...

Tattoos don't move.

No, I know they don't but...but these are....did...

[She's been writing and talking enough that things have at least slowed, though not yet receded.]

... Did? They stopped?

[Well now he really just thinks she's high.]

[This is not going to do, and Bryn rubs her face once before jerking her hand away, worrying it will spread.]

...come and see.

[She followed this by writing her floor and room number.]

Fine.

[In that case, Bryn will soon find herself with a 6'2" old soldier made of muscle at her door. Wearing a tan jacket emblazoned with the symbol of a red hand.]

[And scowling.]

[She had the door cracked already, and when she heard footsteps, Bryn opened it further and peeked out.

She found herself looking at soldier-chest, and looked up wide-eyed at Harding. He was a full foot taller than her. Wow.]

Hello...are you...?

[Harding frowns, and steps back. He nods. And then taps the chest pocket of his jacket, which has his name printed in typical Army fashion.]

Yeah. You the one with the moving tattoo?

[Oh, Harding. Right. That's convenient.]

Yes, Bryn.

[She opens the door wider and rolls up the sleeves of her chemises to show the words on her skin which thankfully by this point have slowly, slowly begun to recede.]

See?

[Not crazy okay?]

[Isn't it?]

[He reaches out and takes her arm, examining the writing closely. He frowns.]

This just happened? Out of nowhere?

[Bryn startles a bit at being touched, but stands still otherwise as Harding examines her arm.]

I've been told it might have to do with how infrequently I've written records. They were spreading over my arms quite steadily until I made my note and now...well, you can see they're starting to drift away.

[It's obvious she's quite relieved by this fact, and also possibly hoping to hear Harding agree that yes, it's all going away.]

[He's fairly gentle about it. The long association with medical personnel helped him pick up a couple things, here and there.]

So... they write all over you if you don't do what they want you to?

[His eyes narrow a bit, but yes. He can see it.]

Yeah... weird.

[It's for that reason that Bryn calms faster than she might have otherwise.]

They didn't write on me the words just appeared. I made my entry and talked with others and now it's fading.

[This won't happen again, that's for sure. Bryn will be sure to make her records more often in the future...]

Does this happen often around here?

I don't know. I've never heard of such a thing before...I've never seen it before now.

Huh. I've seen it once before here, I think. Dunno if it goes away, though; never happened to me. Well, at least not yet, I mean. D'you think it's dangerous? Does it hurt or anything, I mean?

It doesn't hurt, no, and...it seems to be going away. I think others would have told me if it was dangerous.

[At least, she hoped they would. They had no reason not to, after all, and Bryn trusted those who had spoken to her, at least.]

Maybe it's like that tattoo we all seem to have ended up with when we got here. Odd, but largely harmless.

I think if someone's head had exploded or had a limb fallen off from whatever's happening to you, we would have all known about it by now, at the very least.

It could be I suppose. The letters do seem quite similar--

[That wasn't a comforting thought, Tony. Not at all. Bryn sounds quite disturbed by the mental picture.]

I...yes I imagine we would have...known. Heard something.

But we haven't heard of it, so I'm sure you don't have anything to worry about! [The smile is audible in his tone.]

Can you read the words, at all? Or are they more random?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[004] Someone's been far too quiet...

no subject

[Text]

[Audio]

[Audio]

[Audio]

[Audio]

[Audio]

[Audio]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

audio

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

[Audio]

[Audio]

[Audio]

[Audio]

[Audio]

[Audio]

[Audio]