The Pills Won't Help You Now [OPEN]

[vandalization]

WHO: Vandal + OPEN to visitors.
WHERE: Medbay | Solus Temple
WHEN: A day after her Big Freakout.
WHAT: Visits and explanations.
WARNINGS: Vandal...

Have some mood music.



Whatever Soundwave had done to her, it had landed just about passed her into another plain of existence for a while.

A dreamless sleep, something she hadn't felt in a while. No screeching static, nothing running at her, needles for arms, drooling puss and stale blood with nothing more than the desire to rip her open.

Just darkness.

And when she wakes, she's alone.

Someone has her stereo system turned on, and soft, crackly music is playing.

Her RIG, bundled in a corner.

When she moves, she finds her arm stinging. Bandaged. She doesn't remember getting hurt, but she remembers being there again. Back on the station. Everything turning to shit. It's been getting worse. Something she was previously able to stave off with a precarious mixture of pills and alcohol, but eventually those weren't even able to dull that whispering. The words that were always just too quiet to make out. Or overlaid with so much static that even when they were screaming she couldn't understand.

She sighs.

She lays back, staring at the ceiling.

Her head is suspiciously quiet.

Karrie could just get up, gather her things and leave, but where would she go? "Home"? She has no real home. She was just fooling herself.

So instead, she stares up and the ceiling and waits, listening to the distant music and the passive sounds of the monitors.

Comments

9n9 pet me

[warborn]

"Worried a hell of a lot of us. Even a few 'Cons, apparently." Max sounds somewhere between impressed and dubious for the achievement. "But if you're fine, now, nothing to be sorry for. Unless you feel like talking about what was going on."

He's curious, but other than the opening, he won't pry.

He knows better.

/cuddles ;A;

[vandalization]

A brief smile finds it's way onto her face. She knows he hates Decepticons by now. Their war isn't hers, but she lets it go.

"Ah... well."

Well she owes at least some kind of explanation.

"Max. Does your mind ever play tricks on you sometimes? Like you hear a noise or see something that isn't there? Or sometimes you have bad thoughts you don't know where they came from?"

Stupid question, it's obvious he knows.

"Well. I get that. A lot. Lately more so than usual. I see... I see really fucked up shit. Monsters. The things I was fighting before I came here. Sometimes I imagine I'm turning into one. And it always feels. Very real."

[warborn]

...he knows, all right. There's a flicker of - something - in his expression, something that could easily be familiar to Vandal. It's...haunted...for lack of a better term.

Yeah. He knows exactly what she's talking about.

"...sorry to hear that."

Now, if he knew anything to help...the only kind he's gotten, well.

Didn't go as planned. And the memory makes his lack of offer seem even more...

...what the slag is he supposed to do? Say?

[vandalization]

Yeah. She knows that look. She gets it frequently. Far too well to be even comfortable with.

She just rubs a hand through her hair, brows knitting and she sighs, resting her chin on her knees.

"Well aren't we just a fucking pair, huh?"

[warborn]

"..."

He'd rather neither of them be, but. Not exactly helpful words right now, right?

"Could be worse. Could still be fighting them."

That's about the best silver lining he has, really.