damned_institute | Night 57: Main Hallway, 1-East

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As far as Riku knew—which wasn't a reliable piece of information in the least—this was approaching new territory for him. It was the first time he tempted fate by going somewhere without one of his friends since he first woke up in this place. If it wasn't Sora or Kairi that was there with him, it was Naminé; to some degree, each one had been there for him on the various nights that passed. Before, it hadn't been a guarantee for success; maybe part of the concern was that there were too many feelings involved. When he worked before, cloaked with the blindfold that hid his worries and fears, he was weighed down by the need to do something for his friends, if not their actual presences.

It was a thought that he needed to stall immediately. That was agreeing with the Shadow, after all. Then again, that Shadow wouldn't have expected him to have gained one still unknown comrade for the night. His impression of this guy wasn't fully made up yet, but it was getting there fast. Even if he had a gun and he was young—which, for anyone else, might actually make them stall, but Riku had been promised heroic adventures at the age of five by a stranger with brown hair—he still had a head on his shoulder and an obviously distinct way of being.

Riku realized that as they grew closer to where this med wing was that if he was getting here with Sora or Kairi, he wouldn't be trying out the drugs for a change in his experience. Neither of them would let him, and his own guilt would be overridden by his sense to accomplish something. But they weren't here tonight. He had no way of knowing if they were even still in Landel's. Any plans he could make were based off maybes, so he had to focus on now.

He slowed considerably to glance down toward Albedo. The guy still had a question to answer, and it seemed wise to get that out of the way before they had these drugs in their systems.

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"Shit, bro. I dunno." This probably had some connection with what he'd taken earlier, but how could he just turn into a ghost like this? Not that he knew anything about how someone became a ghost. He continued to stare at his hands, the full ramifications of what was happening to him still not quite sitting in.

Then his eyes shot back up to Zero, not that the other would probably be able to tell with the shadow they were obscured by. "I think maybe I up and kicked the wicked shit somehow. Became all part of the vast motherfuckin' joke. Got myself dead, brother."

But was this it? Had he not been a good enough follower of the Mirthful Messiahs that they wouldn't take him to their Dark Carnival? Or did he need to walk there on his own?

The sudden transformation and persistent cold temperatures were not the only strange parts of this whole ghost business. What the kid said was another bothersome thing. He just 'got himself dead'? Zero stared, obviously confused.

"Dead? How did you manage that?" Because all the Reploid-now-human had seen was the kid messing around with that wheelchair. That was hardly a lethal situation, unless there had been some sort of neck snapping that he'd somehow missed. Which was unlikely, as was any other 'breaking' Zero could think of. Humans were fragile, but not that fragile.

...Hopefully this flashlight was sturdy enough to be a makeshift weapon in case things got worse. The kid didn't seem aggressive, but that could always change just as quickly as he'd changed forms...

He shouldn't have gone to that room. That was clear to him now. "I don't all motherfuckin' know! I drank this thing and then nothin' all was happenin' but now I'm all motherfuckin' fun-housin' it out. This ain't even right, bro."

Gamzee wrapped his arms around himself, though it did little to make him feel better. He couldn't feel the cold any longer, but that wasn't much of a bonus. It would be better to be able to feel than not. How was he supposed to get out of there and meet the others like this? What was he going to tell Karkat? He hated feeling this way. The slime had kept him from feeling depressed for ages now.

"I can only guess I'm dead. I don't know what the motherfuck else might be goin' on." Turning see-through definitely wasn't normal, unless it was some sort of weird super power he had to learn to control.

...There was brief, slightly sickening feeling in Zero's gut as he listened to the kid talk, but he ignored it. The cold was more of an issue here, as was what he was being told. Now there was a possible explanation for this strange turn of events. This 'thing' the kid drank either killed him or somehow caused him to change forms, unless something else was to blame. There was something suspicious to investigate here.

As for 'what the motherfuck was going on', though... "Your guess is as good as mine." Zero shook his head. Maybe this kid was just as new and confused as he was. "Where did you find the drink?"

Gamzee gestured back toward the hallway he'd come from. "Down that way, bro. Where the motherfucker on the radio was all sayin' they had shit for us to try out and get rewarded for." He shuddered. "I ain't all sure about this prize, brother. I wanna ask the man at the stall if I can get my motherfuckin' money back."

He walked toward the wheelchair again, holding out a hand to see if he could touch it. Once again it went right through, leaving only a faint frost where his hand was. The first time hadn't been a fluke, then. He was truly left in a position where he couldn't touch anything. how would he even be able to stand this?

Zero looked where the kid had gestured. There, huh? That's where some of the other patients had gone after he'd stopped following them earlier. Did they know about this? If they didn't, that could be trouble...

"I'm gonna go check it out." If there was a 'drink' around that caused strange form changes like this, then he needed to find out what it was and stop it if at all possible.

He turned back to the kid to see him try to touch the wheelchair, only to have his hand go through it and leave...frost? Did that mean he was the one causing the cold temperatures in here? How, exactly? Zero was baffled, but decided not to comment.

"You might all wanna do that, bro. There were some other motherfuckers in there too." They hadn't seemed affected, but then it had taken a while for the effects to kick in with him. He hadn't even noticed anything until a couple minutes ago, but then he'd been occupied with other matters (such as spinning around in a four-wheeled device).

"Just don't take a sip of nothin', yeah?" Or eat one of the pills, or use the syringe, he supposed. Then again, who knew if all of that had the same effect. Maybe if he'd gone with one of the others he would have been fine. (Or something worse could have happened, but he couldn't imagine what that would be.)

"I won't." Not if it turned someone into...this. Zero paused, then added, "Be careful around here." He didn't seem like a bad kid at all, but others could feel threatened by him if they saw him in that form. Not to mention he'd left that frost earlier and could be the one making it cold in here...however that was possible. (Then again, could anything that's happened so far be considered 'possible'?)

Without waiting for a reply from the kid, the Reploid-now-human turned and went off to start his investigation.

[To here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1138711.html?thread=79060759#t79060759).]

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