Week 5

[airlockedmods]

[Five weeks in, and suddenly your numbers have been reduced by a lot. All evidence of Oda's methodical slaughter has been wiped away by the robots, but getting rid of the memories isn't going to be so easy. Not to mention the emotional scars.

Again on Sunday morning, you'll find yourselves with some new memories and some new items. Today, however, there are no new rooms.]

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday


(( ooc: Don't forget to turn in your AC for Week 4, submit your memory regains, and put in your Benefactor threads! ))

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Infirmary

[power_of_dominance]

[His breakdown on Sunday took a lot out of him, and yet Soma still lingered in his cell for the next couple of days. Only coming out at night Monday helped him to avoid everyone for a little while, but at the same time it made him feel like even more of a skulking monster. Tuesday... well, therapy was weird. Yes, he'd kept his head down and tried not to let anybody see his eyes. Blame it on a migraine, light sensitivity, whatever worked.

The only reason he's out now is that the cravings are worse. Monday and Tuesday he'd picked up a blood pack, but both times he'd put it back untouched. Now... now his fangs are out and his guts feel twisted and sore. Everything in his brain is tinged red, but mercifully he's not berserk enough to attack.

Yet.

He steps into the infirmary and freezes when he sees Noctis, the crimson glow in his eyes brightening at the scent of fresh blood. He quickly ducks his head, torn between trying to casually go to the fridge for a blood pack (how will he possibly explain that?) and just leaving without it, risking that he'll frenzy later.

But... Noctis would understand, right? He'd accept Soma, he was sympathetic before. Why is he afraid? What if Leon already told everyone what he is? That's the smart thing to do, really, warn everyone that there was a second vampire hidden in their midst all along. Leon can be kind of thick-headed at times, but he's not stupid enough to keep a threat hidden from everyone.]

... Noctis? I....

[nightcure]

Hey, Soma.

[ He turns to him, and.... goodness, he really doesn't look well. Noctis frowns lightly, crossing his arms. ]

What's up?

[power_of_dominance]

I....

["I came in here to get a blood bag because, well, I'm super thirsty. But your neck smells way better, could I trouble you for a drink?"

Yeah, even thinking that as a sarcastic joke makes him queasy. It's worse because he can very easily imagine Noctis agreeing without hesitation.

Thirst or shame. Which is stronger? Without thinking he takes a deep breath to steady himself, and oh god that's a mistake. His fangs are fully extended but it feels like they're trying to get longer. He aches from his lips right down to his gut. He slaps a hand over his mouth, his other hand gripping the door frame.]

[nightcure]

[ ... ah. So that's what's up. Noctis notices immediately, and while he's just that much more on guard, he doesn't step away or go totally defensive.

Instead, he silently withdraws a bloodbag and walks it over to Soma. ]

[power_of_dominance]

Oh god, no....

[It's a muffled moan behind his hand. He can't stand the thought of giving in, it's even worse now, and the thought of doing it in front of Noctis...!

But he's so starved. His legs feel like jelly, his head pounding. If he couldn't smell Noctis's blood, the bag wouldn't be tempting him as much. In fact, as he lets go of the door frame and reaches out, it's for the older man and not the stored blood.

Living blood is so much better, his memory purrs. He'll melt, he'll let you....

He grabs the pouch and sinks his fangs through it, sucking at the holes as he sags to the floor. Something about it tastes hollow and dull, yet it still clings to his mouth and throat with a heady sweetness like honey. Shame settles over him like a lead blanket, but it doesn't stop him from draining the bag dry.]