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bakerstreet2012-08-06 12:41 pm
waitingforsin) wrote in bakerstreet2012-08-06 12:41 pm
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Asylum Meme
"People ask, How did you get in there? What they really want to know is if they are likely to end up in there as well. I can't answer the real question. All I can tell them is, It's easy."
Well, you've really done it now. You're in a mental institution. Maybe it's a modern facility with a therapy garden, compassionate staff members, and a warm environment meant to help nurse people back to health, or maybe it's a glorified dungeon where the government shoves people they don't want to deal with and patients are abused by staff. Regardless of what it is, you're there, and it doesn't look like they're planning on letting you out any time soon.
Maybe you're actually not supposed to be there and you're trying to arrange for your release. Maybe you actually are meant to be there and you're struggling with your illness. Maybe you're not a patient at all and you're just there to visit or earn your paycheck. It's up to you.
Rules:
1. Post with your character's name, canon, and your preferences on the subject bar, and set up the situation.
2. Tag other people. Are you a visitor? A staff member? A fellow patient? A hallucination? It's your choice.
3. Have fun!
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You're walking into a trap. You want to avoid yourself? It's like that song: Everywhere I go, damn there I am.
[ Up in front, they're starting to conclude therapy. They ask for one person's artwork to be displayed. Eddie's hand shoots up -- ooh, pick me, pick me.
They don't speak again.
Later that night, she'll find a note on her pillow. ]
One: Look to me, and watch it rise,
Use me, and I'll make things rise
(but only without saying why);
Two: What do buildings and birds have in common?
Three: Yesterday, my lover and I met twelve times.
But only once did we look up at the stars.
When, and why?
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The code doesn't take her that long. The riddles take hours and, in a bout of "why the fuck not?", she shows the first one to Angela. Who mumbles a whole bunch of word soup, one drop of which turns out to be useful. East.
East wing, midnight. She's there. On guard, but there.]
Just tell someone to meet you. You can just say to a person, “Hey. Meet me here at this time. What nice verbal confirmation this has been.”
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[ And that would have been a disaster. People eavesdropping! Sharing plans! Gossipping!
Here Eddie is, curled up on a couch, holding a stuffed horse between his hands like he has no idea what to do with it. Which he doesn't, really. And he pats the couch next to him, tossing the horse into a pile of ratty stuffed animals. ]
So! What's your plan for getting me computer access?
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[Being quiet had gotten Dani through a lot. Well. Being drunk and quiet. She sits on the arm of the couch, hands in the pocket of her robe.]
What?
[No, seriously. What?]
I don't have one. I've heard about you and computers.
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[ He waves a hand -- etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. ]
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[And for a moment, she's a cop. The lines of her face harden as she shifts to face him fully. She takes her hands out of her pockets.]
What's to stop you from getting just their codes?
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Nothing?
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