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vyvyan ([personal profile] vyvyan) wrote2016-10-26 05:46 pm

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It was almost liberating. For a whole week, he didn't change scene. Nobody bothered to visit. Nobody was watching. Perhaps, if he'd pushed himself, he could have forced a scene change, but why bother?

It meant the smell didn't come back when he bathed, after the first couple days. His hair unstiffened. His skin felt better. It was a surprise when, after four days, the studs fell out of his forehead, but he didn't care.

Alone, Vyvyan pondered his future. It was boring in the cell.

And then, it was all over. Released. Wilford is alive. He'd never been more relieved.


He has to muster every ounce of concentration not to change scene when he steps out the cell. If he's going to stay looking like this, he'll have to concentrate in every doorway, between every room. Sooner or later he will forget, he knows, but he's determined not to do it today.

He deposited a note at the bar.

I know you came back, but I want to apple aplogy say sorry for causing your death. It was an accident, but I was careless, because I knew that you reset if you get hurt, and because I was bored and winding you up was funny.
I should have been more simplethetic, really. I know what it's like to reset every five minutes to look like a knobhead. We're probly the only two of our kind here, which doesn't mean we should be like poofs or anything, but perhaps if I hadn't been a bully we could have been mates or something.
Anyway, you're not dead, well done.

Now what? Young, clean, normal-looking, only slightly insane... where to go next?

He concentrates, heads outside, and lights a cigarette. Maybe he'll have to give these up if he's not going to reset. Probably worth it.
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[personal profile] cottoncandypink 2016-10-26 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
As far as Wilford is concerned, Vyvyan is still where he left him – dead out in the mud outside. He know that Vyvyan is a resetter, and doesn't particularly care, though there is a bit of hope that maybe, just maybe this might be an Event. But Wilford knows better than to get attached to that hope. Vyvyan will be back eventually.

For now, he's enjoying a brief moment in the bar without Vyvyan, though. His shirt is stained with Vyvyan's blood, and there's still some smeared on his arm where he couldn't quite bother to clean himself up completely. And he doesn't care about that either, because he knows how this place works. He might get thrown back in jail for a while, but as soon as Vyvyan resets, nobody will care anymore.

Which is why he's calmly enjoying a drink at the bar right now.
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[personal profile] stuck_mynock 2016-10-26 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey, cool news, you failed to even kill Vyvyan," Atton says as he approaches. "You're not even any good at breaking the rules. C'mon, come with me, and I'll weave you the tragic cautionary tale of Ro-Man on the way."
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[personal profile] cottoncandypink 2016-10-26 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Somehow, Wilford's not even surprised to hear that. Vyvyan's resets work differently than Wilford's do. But he still feels like won on some level, and Atton isn't going to take that away from him.

"If he's alive, I don't see what the problem is," Wilford says.
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[personal profile] stuck_mynock 2016-10-26 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Very patiently: "Because the rule is no violence, not no killing. This is why you read the rules a few times over, Worf."

He nods his head towards the cells. "Start walking, or I'll just drag you there."
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[personal profile] cottoncandypink 2016-10-26 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, fine. If he's going to be like that about it.

Wilfford very deliberately makes a show of finishing his drink before he gets up, holding his hands out to show he is completely unarmed. Okay, so the gun's still in his inventory, but it's empty, and he's pretty sure nobody here can even get to his inventory if they tried.
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[personal profile] stuck_mynock 2016-10-26 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"So," Atton says cheerfully, leading Wilford towards the cells. "The tragic tale of Ro-Man. Ro-Man was a gorilla with a gun for an arm. Ro-Man liked to break the rules over and over again, and kept trying to kill people. Ro-Man ended up celled up forever, until one day he just wasn't here anymore."

Atton waves Wilford into a cell.

"Eight nights, and I'm being lenient because you knew Vyvyan would come back, and because you failed," he says. "But if I have to cell one of you for attempted or semi-successful murder again, you'll have to find another Security member to let you out. Throw yourself on Teja's infinite mercy, maybe, that should be a laugh."
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[personal profile] cottoncandypink 2016-10-26 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, eight days is a bit longer than Wilford had expected, but it's also a guaranteed break from the last week he's been living over and over and over again.

"We're even at this point, unless he starts shit up again," Wilford says, stepping into the cell without having to be forced.

And he means it. He's perfectly happy to avoid the hell out of Vyvyan for the rest of his life after this mess.
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[personal profile] stuck_mynock 2016-10-26 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good. Baby, black out the glass on Mister Willoughby's cell, we don't want him frightening the other prisoners with his facial hair," Atton says.

As Baby does so, he settles to start writing a note, after which he fully intends to leave and drink an entire bottle of alcohol.
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[personal profile] cottoncandypink 2016-10-26 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Wilford manages to ignore the remark, even though Atton wouldn't be able to see any indignant reaction in the first place. Instead, he pulls off his bowtie and takes off the stained shirt before it starts sticking to his skin.

Then, he kicks off his shoes, pulls out his phone, and gets a start on his eight-day mandatory vacation.