bakerstreet | Asylum Meme

Meme, Interrupted

"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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"Well I appreciate it," Because she didn't have to be here. Stiles of all people knew that Lydia didn't do anything she didn't want to do--which meant that some part of her wanted to help him.

He would take what he could get.

"And no, not really. I mean, it's part of my innate charm. You know, the flailing, the falling." A self-deprecating smirk hits his lips as he shrugs.

"Considering I don't play--I mean yes, yes we do." Stiles scooted his chair closer to her, dropping his voice. "They keep the room with the files locked up--I know the orderly that has the keys, though."

The comment about his charm appears to pass right over Lydia's head but a tiny smile tugs at her lips.

"Try not to fall tonight." Her fingers play with the medical band on her wrist. "I can provide a distraction while you get in."

She paused and eyed him closely.

"You haven't been stupid enough to take any of the drugs, have you?"

"...I won't. Promise." Which may end up being a promise he broke, but Stiles usually did a damn good job when it comes to actually coming through. With Lydia at his side, he couldn't lose.

"...huh? What? Yes--I took them all."

Stiles rolled his eyes. "No--managed to hide them between my gum and teeth, then shoved them in my mattress." For the first time in years he was completely un-medicated. It was a bit...strange--his mind kept drifting occasionally, but he actually felt a lot more focused than normal.

Chalk it up to the setting and Lydia Martin, perhaps.

Lydia puts her shoulder against Stiles, blocking them off further. She can hear someone else closer to them than was comfortable for covert planning.

"Good." People here were acting weirder after taking them. It was nothing like normal medication side effects. People were more aggressive, and she had seen two near death fights between girls when she came in last night. Of course she tried to pretend it was normal. Everything had to be normal or she had to acknowledge she'd gone insane.

"They are using experimental drugs."

Stiles tries to keep his heart from beating out of his chest when Lydia rests her shoulder against him. He knows it's stupid--but this is just...more than he normally gets. And he'll take every bit of it, even if it's just an act.

"...what. Are you--serious?" He tries not to spasm, then, to pull back, to look suspicious. He has to play this cool if they want to get out. Somehow. "God I almost--I almost took some once and--oh crap why did my dad put me here this is bullshit."

"Because parents think we do better with therapy and tablets," Lydia said shortly. Her parents were a firm believer in them. "These type of places were born for horror movies."

"Yeah they are. Or psycho dramas that win oscars after the lead character dies when a crazy nurse goes too far." Stiles frowned slightly, chewing at his thumb with a bit more gusto than normal.

"Fine. Okay we're stuck in a literal Cuckoo's Nest. They will separate us at night...we'll have to do the distraction then, in the chaos I can slip away--hide, whatever. I'll get the keys."

"I refuse to be killed by a crazy nurse." Because she is obviously the lead character. Her fingers move to rest over one of the scars which had nearly taken her life.

"Your signal will be my screams," she shrugs. "No one will be able to ignore those."

"I wouldn't let that happen, okay?" He reached out, touching her arm gently before pulling it back. He wouldn't. He might not be the main character, but he sure as hell could be the plucky character who sacrifices themselves in one self-aggrandizing moment.

"No, they won't. Though um--for the record? I really hate hearing them."

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