firm_detective: (talking - sharpie marker)
L is still resting in bed. He's recovered from the shock of the hallucination he experienced earlier that day, and has been turning the problem over and over in his mind, considering Mello's suggestions carefully.

The particular difficulty of the dilemma is not its strangeness: he finds that if he broadens what he's willing to accept, it simplifies things drastically. It's that, once again, he's sure the puzzle is missing a few crucial pieces. He can guess at what they might be, but there are several possibilities, and he can't yet be sure. He worries that his time will run down to nothing before he works them out.

There's a knock at the door.

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firm_detective: (speechless)
It is now becoming difficult for L to perform even simple tasks, so he takes a certain point of pride in brushing his teeth several times each day. He loads the toothbrush with care and a trembling hand, then painstakingly cleans his mouth, spitting the greenish foam into the sink when he's finished. His gums bleed green sometimes, too, but the mint of the toothpaste clears some of the taste of the discharge from the back of his throat.

His meeting in the kitchen with Beyond, the other night, has been constantly on his mind. The ghost is the illness, the illness is the ghost, and both are something else... something larger.... The obvious answer is "a trick of the Mansion" -- but this seems to go far past that.

So, this morning, he squeezes the white toothpaste onto the brush, concentrating on it closely (only losing a small dollop to the counter), then raises his gaze to the mirror over the sink as he raises the brush to his mouth.

The brush falls to the countertop, unused.

In his place in the mirror, staring back at him, is the corpse from the kitchen and the hallway. Half of its forehead and one side of its jaw have caved in, and its chest and abdominal cavity are a gaping wreck. Everything is drenched in a layer of green slime, but what can be seen of the skin has a greenish rash, here and there.

Please... please....
the face in the mirror begs through its ruined mouth.

L claps his shaking hand to his mouth, but his reflection doesn't do the same. Instead, it smiles.

The bathroom is a good size, but he's certain he's alone in it. The room reflected in the mirror, though, is packed with people, all him. L as he was before he fell ill, L as he would look if he'd hung himself. L with slashed wrists, L in a straitjacket, L with his head shaved, electrodes attached to the sides. L rotting in his grave and an L made of ashes, which quickly collapses. L grinning, his shirt drenched with blood. An L burned almost beyond recognition, and Ls covered in scars, from burn scars to knife scars to whip scars. L with a bloody bandage where his eyes should be. What might have been L, once, but is now a mess of skinned red flesh.

He takes a step back from the mirror, horrified, but someone catches him by the arm -- it's a large hand, veined, with a strong grip, coming from behind the shower doors.

He wrenches himself away -- the hand is gone, suddenly -- and falls to his knees. The pain has intensified to a point where it's almost unbearable.

He vomits on the floor. It's mostly green slime.

He calls out for someone -- someone, please help. Please.

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firm_detective: (working)
[[continuation of personal log related to epidemic in Mansion]]

Tuesday -- More pain. Burning pain. Fever receding, occasioanl flare. Breathing problems.
- After I completed entry, Near (blind) dead. Ruptured thoracic and abdominal regions. green. like body in kitchn. illness's ultimate conclusion.
- I am dying. my pain points to it. ridiculous way to die.
- visits: Mello, Watari, Pink-san. Loose ends tied.
- M. sicker than I thought. Green patches on back. Wants to make deals. Love her.

Wednesday -- Continuation & escalation of symptoms.
- Went to kitchen for an hour in the evening.
- **Beyond is well again.** no longer averse to watari eithr.
- Elle: discussion, Light worse (gr discharge), child Mello hallucinates but no other symp, something weird abt B visit friday?,
**WHY AREN'T THE CHILDREN ILL** (epidemiology)
- Feeling -- being watched

Thurs -- Same. feel watched when alone -- motor control deteriorating
- Kitchen again -- met new Near
- mihael v sick -- discharge -- kira near v sick -- still active
- visit from Light, surprise @ his concern

fri -- same -- always more pain -- watched
- stayed in bed exc visitors
- misas eyes gr now -- why?

sat -- same, worse -- breathing
- hallucinatn in hall. gurney. slime. body disappears. dead end but it vanished?
- help from mel, talk -- *WHY DID EVERYONE GET SICK @ SAME TIME?**
= *****NOT A NORMAL DISEASE*****
- ghost? devil?

sun -- same as sat
- met new 2x int conv
- conv w pink in kitchen -- promises re M -- my theory of illness (such as is)

mon -- same, alws increasing
- mihael dead, light tkng badly
- B in ktchn -- claims 3rd death.

B IS HALLUCINATION OR GHOST. IF HALL., AM FURTHER GONE THAN I THOUGHT. SAID:
***THE ILLNESS IS THE SAME THING AS THE GHOST***
***THE GHOST IS THE SAME THING AS THE ILLNESS***
***BOTH ARE SMTHNG ELSE ENTIRELY***
***WHO DIES DEPENDS ON THEM, ME?***


mockery -- why? wants to keep me alive to "give me a chance" --
mind playing tricks?
my sins?

tues -- same pain increasign watched
- sleeping, thinking
depends on me, sins, what is the cause??? "too slow"

why why why why w
firm_detective: (working)
I cannot type so well, my hands hurt and they are shaking, but its the first opportunityh i've had to make a record of what is happening. (me and everyone else.) on sofa, blanket, misa asleep in bed. concern for her and for myself; everyone. PAIN (abdominal, chest -- lungs?). May be important to assemble notes.

Began to experience iiregularities more than a week ago, on Sunday. My hearing -- on the way to the kitchen, met a new B. Stranger than most, which is saying something. couldnt hear everything said to/around me. auditory hallucinatns? disasscoiation?

Monday -- episodes continue. fatigue.
- Rose garden room. Light (bassist) -- ill, hears things, dreams. Near. hostile Mello -- from lights world. B had told me Light told him something was going around -- light denied.
- met new Near who claimed to be android, also a melllo and a light -- all w/o incident.

Tuesday -- more fatigued. green. weakness. motor control.
- another new B. v innocent.
- female Light -- false protestations of concern -- good cake.

wEdnesday -- more. more. more. dizziness began.
- new Matsuda. Light lost. if we get past this, want to consider it further. distracted during conversation, thought i saw -- what was it? can't remember.
- FOUND BODY IN KITCHEN. green slime. decomp. spoke begging for help. ruptured, sprayed mello, me. near slipped in slime. many people in room. something about footprints? can't remember. showered as soon as I could and disposd of clothing.

weds or thurs -- walked with Beyond (is harmless for now) -- slime in sugar bowl. vanished. beyond sick -- fevers, dizziness. afraid of watari, says he "makes ppl disappear." -- does he know I make ppl disappear.? gave me health lecture.
**Illness worse w/ contact to things/people?**

Thursday -- more. more. more. more. all more extreme. fever. urgency -- tried to finish what I could.
- 3rd new B of week -- call him Cipher. fragile.
- had long convesration with Elle (inexperienced). asked him -- keep eyes open & report if necc. watch light.
- kitchen. spoke with mel. can't remember much -- something abt red near?
- also spoke w. Mihael. **CONTAGIOUS** -- green discharge symptom -- eyes, mouth. Near sick.
- Went to bar to talk to Red Near. Cannot remember why -- almost delirious.
- **Lost consciousness after returning to kitchen.** High fever. Bathed & carried back to room by a number of people. (Watari, first new B, and ? can't remember.) Humiliating.

(Room location now seems common knowledge?)

Friday -- all symptoms. Slept. High fever fluctuates. Abdominal pain.
- M very worried. I did what I had to, think she understands.
- B who helped came to visit. Feels like a dream -- I remember little.

Saturday -- all symptoms. Slept. Fever down. More pain. Hiding it from M for now.
- Mello visited. Is caring for Near -- Odd.
- Misa sick. Her hand is green and cold.

Sunday -- all symptoms. Less dizzy, less fever. More ab pain. Pain in chest. Still sleeping.
- Pink-san visited -- worried. Lectured me (as if there arent 10 Ls here).
- Misa sicker than I thought. Green in her eyes, on her back. Still wants to nurse me. Hate that she is suffering.
- Late at night -- body in corridor, repteition of events in kitchen. Do not think Misa experienced similar event.

Monday -- further lessening of initial symptoms. fever fluctuates with body ache. More pain.
- Watari visited. I was honest. Found obv heart murmur.

Today -- More pain. Burning pain. Fever receding, occasioanl flare. Breathing problems.

Do not know how much time I have -- must get out of room as soon as I can. Even an hour at a time -- two -- enough, my hands are shaking
firm_detective: (lying down)
L lies in bed, listless, half-asleep, with aches, chills, and a bad headache.

In the previous few days, in spite of his deteriorating health, he'd done his best to gather information about the strange new events that have been plaguing the Mansion. But he's not superhuman -- not by a long shot -- and his protestations of being "fine" were finally proven to be the lies they were.

The night before, he'd fallen unconscious in one of the kitchens -- the same one, in fact, where he'd found the decomposing corpse a few days earlier. Fainting was accompanied by a rising fever. Fortunately, a number of people were around, and a few of them made sure he was carried to a nearby bathroom, where his temperature was lowered in a cool bath.

After he regained consciousness, several of the people who assisted him also helped to carry him back to his room and get him to bed, under Misa's direction. It's not a choice he would have made if he were well, but he'll deal with the repercussions later.

He's been sleeping a lot today, still feverish. He rests against the pillows, eyes his abandoned snack cup of oranges on his nightstand, and closes his eyes against the light from the bathroom. Misa is insistent that he needs a cool drink, so she's gone to fetch something from the kitchen, and for the moment, he is alone.

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firm_detective: (eyes)
About a week ago, I found Pink-san sobbing in a hallway. It came out through the conversation that his Bs were missing and that it was affecting his sanity. Even insofar as I cannot imagine relying on another person as much as that, his behavior was disconcerting, and I found myself worried for him. I've kept my eyes open for him, and for Beyond, but was unable to find either of them. I've never met the other B.

The other night, I ran into Pink-san again; I think this was Misa's first time seeing him in his new state, and it was hard for her.

There are new worries, thanks to that meeting. B -- the B from my world -- has somehow convinced Pink-san that he's the missing B. I have done what I could to warn him off. Pink-san, however, accepts him and seems grateful for his company. Lex asked us to do what we could to help him.

I am more concerned than I can say: it is difficult to willingly leave a friend with someone I know to be dangerous. I've made B aware of my stand, but without Pink-san's cooperation, my hands are tied.

If he can love two Bs and they can love him in return, without apparent harm, there is the smallest possibility -- really infinitesimal, I'm afraid -- that the B I know may follow suit. But I don't believe that will be the case, and I don't know what he has in mind, and all I can do is try to keep my eyes open for Pink-san and check on his welfare every day.
firm_detective: (eyes)

I learned a lot of things as a child, but one that was drilled into me the most intensively was this:

Move, move, move.
Inertia is how you fail.
Inertia is how you die.

So, for many years (a good deal of my childhood, and all of my adult life), I've been on the move... a headlong rush from city to city, room to room, running from things I can't see or quantify... just in case. I've rarely spent as much time in one place, consecutively, as the last ten months in Tokyo.

It's ironic, then, that I prefer to be in one place, and that I'm not afraid to die. I keep running. It is my habit. Self-preservation is an art worth practicing regardless of whether or not fear is a factor in the equation. I may not fear death, but I want to live.

Now my only choice is to be still, to be patient.

A few days ago, I was in the bar with Misa when I began to feel watched... I know that feeling, although I am usually on the other end of it. In spite of the strange qualities of this place, it wasn't difficult to identify the watcher; it was B. (That is, the one from my own past.) I don't know when he arrived here, how long he's been here, how it is that he's not scarred beyond all recognition. No, instead he's creeping around doing the same "Rue Ryuuzaki" act that he did for Misora. 

I warned him off, but he had taken notice of Misa, and... I was worried. She stayed with me that night. We have been together every night since (though we have been almost entirely innocent together).  In the meantime, I've run into B at least once a day.

I am undecided, for once, as to what to do about B. I have two options that I can think of. 

I have heard time and again that this place does not allow its inhabitants to injure each other very seriously, so while I worry that B will attempt to create a puzzle for me at the expense of one of the other guests, there isn't much I can do about it. My only option would be to stalk him as carefully as he seems to be stalking me. 

If I do that, though, I can't be with Misa, and my other fear is that while I'm looking for him, he'll get to her. Staying with her as much as I can seems to be the more sensible of the two options... or is it that I am trying to convince myself that it's true, because it's my personal desire?

Have I compromised myself with her? 

If it were not for her, would I be busy watching B? Looking for Light? (Though I still think waiting is the best policy in the latter case.)

I do not know... I only know that, because of the inertia, I have been thinking of "happiness for myself" outside of solving a puzzle, and just now... she is necessary to my happiness, in a way I never thought another person might be.

Yes, I am utterly compromised.

ooc )
firm_detective: (tears in the rain)
Since we have last seen the bedroom, things have changed a little. The most noticeable difference is that the sofa, which faced away from the foot of the bed, and had a small coffee table in front of it, has been rotated. It is now against the wall, facing the foot of the bed, with the table in front of it. An Apple Powerbook computer, plugged in and closed, is on the table.

The room is essentially clean and well-kept, but there are several large stacks of small, empty, clear plastic snack cups on the table that's on the far left side of the room from the entrance, under a bank of dead monitors. The cups seem to have been arranged in a pattern, as though a structure of some kind is being built. Another Powerbook sits at the end of the table, unplugged; its cord is coiled on top of it, along with a few safety pins.

[livejournal.com profile] firm_detective enters the room, followed by [livejournal.com profile] misamisal. He carries her bag in one hand, and holds her hand with the other.

They have just come from the bar, with a stop at Misa's room. He wears a very serious, troubled expression.

After the door is closed, he guides her to the corner near the hinges and sets her bag down next to her. "Wait here... I'm going to check the room." He looks under the bed, in the closet, and all around the bathroom, as well as glancing around the room's corners: nothing. Finally, with a sigh, he relaxes a little, turning back to her. "It's all right." He attempts a reassuring smile.

He crosses to the sofa, sitting on it; he crosses his legs in front of him instead of settling into his usual crouch, and motions for her to join him.

"Misa... I know you know some of the Bs around The Mansion, but how much do you know about the Los Angeles BB Murder Case? It happened about two years ago, for me."

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