vyvyan: (clean)
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.

'Wilf,
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.
Vyvyan'


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.
patterns_bloom: (are you my protective custody?)

[personal profile] patterns_bloom 2016-10-27 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"What happened?" Alana says, narrowing her eyes with concern. "Did you change again?"
patterns_bloom: (the way I am isn't compatible)

[personal profile] patterns_bloom 2016-10-27 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
The odor is so repugnant, it's all Alana can do to keep from gagging. She manages not to wrinkle her nose. "That's quite a dramatic change, Vyvyan. You can still take a shower if you want."
patterns_bloom: (don't want to mislead you)

[personal profile] patterns_bloom 2016-10-27 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Alana knocks on the door after a long while. "Vyvyan? Are you all right?"
patterns_bloom: (do you feel unstable?)

[personal profile] patterns_bloom 2016-10-27 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, of course," Alana says, kicking herself for not thinking of it sooner. "Here, I'll leave some by the door for you."

She locates a thin, cotton gown and a pair of pants, and leaves them by the door, as promised. Then she retreats into the corner to make a report for Guppy.
patterns_bloom: (evidently not smooth enough)

[personal profile] patterns_bloom 2016-10-27 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Alana glances up from her report. "You can take a nap if you wish," she says, gesturing at the bed. "Maybe sleep off your headache."
patterns_bloom: (don't want to mislead you)

[personal profile] patterns_bloom 2016-10-27 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good night, Vyvyan," Alana murmurs gently, dimming the lights.

[OOC: No problem! Poor Vyvyan. I never realized how tragic his life is.]