[Open Log]

[benigncancer]

Characters: Signless and open, but hopefully Romano as well!
Setting: Anywhere and everywhere. He's exploring the tower.
Format: Either is fine
Summary: Signless woke up with a leash on. He's going to find out where it goes, and run into shenanigans on the way.
Warnings: Nothing yet except Signless' language o/


Yesterday had been... busy. Between waking up in a strange place and getting lost, running into a couple of troll kids, and then saving Psiioniic from a creepy dickwad, he was pretty tired. Thankfully, Psiioniic had apparently been given the same room as him, so he could keep an eye on him as he slept.

He'd always suffered from insomnia, particularly when he had visions. So it took for fucking ever to fall asleep, and when he woke up that morning to find a weird orange and violet leash type thing attached to the collar at his throat, Psiioniic was still asleep.

But he didn't want to just sit around with this stupid leash thing on. It was pissing him off. At least Psiioniic didn't seem to have one - that would probably freak him the fuck out, given how messed up he already was.

He ripped a page out of his dream diary and scrawled a quick note on it I'M JUST OUT FOR A BIT. DON'T PANIC. DON'T LET ANYONE FUCK WITH YOU UNTIL I GET BACK, IF YOU CAN POSSIBLY MANAGE A FEAT OF THAT EXTRAORDINARY DIFFICULTY. and then left, following the leash as best he could to try to figure out where it led.

Comments

[benigncancer]

Yeah, she's pretty weird. But I'm not complaining. With someone like her on our side, we could have a chance. [He pauses, then smiles] That's great. Maybe what I did wasn't completely fucking useless, after all.

[discipleo.livejournal.com]

It was never useless. [She says it automatically and firmly, like a truth she just knows] You haven't gotten into trouble right?

[benigncancer]

[She's sweet. He combs fingers lightly through her hair] What kind of question is that? I never get into trouble! Certainly not on purpose.

[discipleo.livejournal.com]

If there's trouble, you're in it. Maybe not on purrpose but still there.

[benigncancer]

[Siiiiiiiiigh] This is so fucking unfair. You don't give me the tiniest bit of credit. At all.

[discipleo.livejournal.com]

I give you pleeenty of credit.

[benigncancer]

Credit for being constantly up to my horns in alligators. [Grins]

[discipleo.livejournal.com]

Ah the truth hurts! [GRIN] It's impawsible for you to stay out of things.

[benigncancer]

[Eyeroll] I'm horrible, I know. [Pause] So, you want to say hi to Psi?

[discipleo.livejournal.com]

A horribleness I missed. [She lights up and nods] Yes! He's been okay right?

[benigncancer]

For some definition of okay, which is really fucking terrible. [Soft growl] They made him a Helmsman again. The Condesce's personal fucktoy, so far as I can tell.

[discipleo.livejournal.com]

[Her eyes widen and she takes a moment to absorb that before hesitantly beginning again] W-Well now he's here so that's good right? He's not her Helmsman anymore.

[benigncancer]

Yeah, it's good he's out of her range. But he's been conditioned and fucked with pretty bad. It's going to take a miracle to get him back to the way he was.

[discipleo.livejournal.com]

Well if anyone can help him it's you--us right?

[benigncancer]

Oh yeah, we're exactly what he needs.

...But sarcasm aside, we're what he's got.

[discipleo.livejournal.com]

Well you were last time

We might not be able to help him back to himself but we can try.