[It is still on fire! It takes a bit of time, but using the fire extinguisher, Luke can put the fire out. Now, the way to the emergency exit is clear, dousing of extinguisher chemicals aside.]
I'm sure this is so dangerous but whatever it's fine, he is rushing back down these stairs now. THERE IS STILL A GAS LEAK HAPPENING, HE HAS AMNESIA BUT NOT SHORT-TERM MEMORY LOSS.]
[MR OBAMA IS NOT GOOD well the people downstairs are still alive, but they're not looking great. The gas has clearly been getting to them; many of them are looking rather light-headed or even nauseous.
Those who seem to be the least worst off follow Luke, as some also try to help those struggling to walk.
Thanks to Luke's leadership, they manage to escape the building and away from the leak. The ambulance comes to take everyone away, Luke included.
...
Unfortunately, perhaps the good news ends there. Luke did everything he could, but many of his colleagues still die at the hospital. (Was there anything he could've done? Was he fast enough? Why is he fine, when he was exposed to some of the worst of it?) This might be a familiar feeling, even if not quite the same, tugging at the recesses of his mind. Maybe he's only imagining it, haunted by his guilt.
With so many of his colleagues dead or also hospitalized, he doesn't have much in the way of visitors. (Others have parents and family to come and see them, and yet, it seems as though he has nothing like that.) But as he rests in his hospital bed, he does eventually receive a surprise visitor. He knows this woman, doesn't he? This is someone he loves, but has never been able to say so.]
[The ache that comes at such massive loss settles into his bones, a weight so strangely familiar that only with its return does he realize it was missing. With his wounds so comparatively mild (ish), and almost no one to call upon him, he has nothing but time--time to think about the ways he'd failed, the people he couldn't save. Lying awake, he can hear the devastated cries of the ones left behind; when he drifts off, he sees the faces of the dead. There's no escape, but he wouldn't take it even if there was one.
It goes on like this until the door does open, finally--and he doesn't even need to see her face, really. There's something about the click of her heels, the rhythm of her steps, that stirs his heart even through the haze of his amnesia.]
I took some time off. You thought I'd just ignore you while you're in the hospital? Don't be in such a hurry to get rid of me.
[Is he? Probably not actively—this is his childhood friend, after all. Someone dear to him, someone he's happy to see. But perhaps, somewhere deep inside of Luke, he does think it'd be for the better, even if he can't remember why.
Is she really happier seeing him, like this or otherwise?]
[It's true; he doesn't want to get rid of her, really, but it makes his skin crawl for her to see him like this, even if his injuries aren't as bad as the others'. (That, too, is a terrible feeling, but he's definitely not going to tell her that.)]
I just don't want your work piling up. I know they're pretty merciless. [Who...? It flows out so easily, but he can't remember why. It bothers him, that hole in his mind, but he doesn't want to get caught up in it while she's here, so he gives her a bright, reassuring smile.] You don't have to worry. They said I should be good to go pretty soon.
... All right, if you say so. Give me a call when you're out, okay? We should grab a coffee or something. It feels like I don't get to see you enough, these days.
[And not just because he's in the HOSPITAL right now.]
It's easy to give her a smile, and the answer she wants to hear--]
Of course, I will. You'll be the first one to know.
[--And if he were smart, it would be another lie. He would vanish, run, distance himself. It's how he's always felt. She doesn't need to know his feelings, because he... he...
Why...?
...Maybe it doesn't matter why. Because the truth is that he's weak--that he knows what he should do, but the mere sight of her is enough to make him falter. Maybe it's silly to be angry at himself for wanting to keep a promise instead of breaking it, but he can't help it.]
[Eventually, he's discharged from the hospital. With that said, he's not completely cured of the effects from the gas—at times, his body will feel weaker, or he'll have trouble breathing. He's told there's a chance it'll get worse as time goes on. That, in the worst case scenario, a flare-up will kill him.
Not exactly pleasant news, but what can he do but persevere?
He returns home to his apartment suite, which he shares with two roommates, Margaret and Anise. Who, for the record, also probably came to visit you in the hospital at some point. I'm not assigning them asshole roomies. Anyway, it's not the best of places, with a shitty landlord, but they make do. Maybe one day they can afford to get out of here and be somewhere better. (Though with your newfound health condition, you worry that that dream will have to be pushed further to the side...)
When Luke walks in, Anise gets up from the couch.]
Luke! How are you feeling?
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Dahut wanders over into new territory, and it's new territory because the landscape is instead one familiar to Luke (not that Luke knows this).
From Dahut's perspective, he sees Luke, a somewhat shadowy (i.e. dead) figure like him, though Luke is covered in burns and cuts, pieces of shrapnel going through him in what were likely his fatal injuries.
As Dahut approaches, pieces of images, memories, emotions flood his mind. The illusion Luke's trapped in, not unlike how Dahut was just moments ago; all of his regrets and guilt. This is a man who has always tried so hard to be a hero, and yet he's weighed down by his failures—the people he could not save, those he could not help like his Eudora crew members, the people who died when he survived. That he's conflicted over never telling his childhood friend that he loves her, at the same time that he regrets returning to her life, knowing he'll only cause her heartbreak.
Intuitively, Dahut will see and understand everything that happens to Luke in this illusion, including from here on out, and feel the things Luke does. He will also get the sense that if he tries, perhaps he can influence the illusion or that, at the very least, Luke can hear his voice if he calls out to him.]
[It's not great, but Luke comes to terms with this quickly enough, because he has to. Medicine and science have their limits, after all--and he's always, always hidden his troubles behind a smile, lest he cause trouble for those around him. This is a little more dire, but in the end, he just needs to act the same way he always has.
He didn't like getting visited by Margaret or Anise, either, but he faked his way through those, too, easy as anything. He does the same now--and it helps that, for whatever reason, his pain tolerance is a little ridiculous. It doesn't do anything for the wounds on his heart, but he can, at least, tell them the truth with a smile.]
A lot better, thanks! Though, I could go for some take-out tonight, if you're up for it.
Anyway wow this is a lot, huh. Dahut just observes his fellow deadzo just vibing out here in a hell of his own making, still keeping his hand resting against the arrow.
Hilariously, Dahut would truly just leave Luke like this under other circumstances... NOT BECAUSE HE'S A DICK, LISTEN!!! But because he thinks that Luke deserves to make the same choice that he did: to stay, or to leave. If they're just going to be wandering around in hell anyway, why not indulge in a nice dream, even if it has a sour ending?
The only reason he says anything is because he knows Luke is a private person, and he's also not a fan of being forced to experience someone else's feelings and thoughts. SO HE TRIES TO CALL OUT but it's somewhat tentative at first.]
Luke can, though! Margaret, on top of things as always, orders takeout for all of them. Anise pats the seat next to her, indicating that Luke should sit down. They watch some TV while they wait for their food.
It's nice and peaceful, isn't it, Luke? Aside from the threat of your possible impending death, but you'll manage, as you always have with your life. Besides, you survived this past week, and that's more than what could be said about those who died from the gas leak. (Was there anything you could've done back then, to save them?)
Maybe you'll die before you can help Margaret and Anise, too. (Why does it feel like you already have?)
Eventually, the doorbell rings. Luke, you get up from the couch so that Margaret and Anise can continue to watch the show or movie interrupted, and answer the door. It's the delivery person, holding out the takeout bags.]
[It might also strike Luke as strange that this delivery person knows his name, because it was Margaret who placed the order?
Anyway, the whitewashed delivery man grabs Luke's shoulders.]
Don't grab your phone! Get out of there!
[Margaret and Anise look up from the couch, getting concerned here. Anise speaks up first.]
... Do you know this guy, Luke?
[Is this... an ex? Although for some reason, Luke will get the feeling that something about this delivery man is kind of familiar. There's a guilty feeling attached to him, as well.
Unless he's too baffled to think about any of this.]
[I did think about that but I figured he didn't question it for whatever reason. Listen. He has gas leak brain fog. DID FRENCH EUNHYUK DROP THEIR BURGERS?? IMPORTANT CONTEXT
Also even magic amnesia can't conquer reflexes, so Luke does what any normal person would do if some rando grabbed them and just automatically tries to pry his hand off... HE'LL PUT FRENCH EUNHYUK IN A WRIST LOCK IF HE HAS TO]
Hey, back it up. [Maybe he'd be a little more lenient if it was just him, but Anise and Margaret are right there--and he is, as always, a highly protective guard dog. The flickers of familiarity aren't enough to overpower that, but they're enough, in conjunction with the odd tone, to stop him from booting this dude out on his ass immediately.] What's this about?
[HE'S TRYING TO WAKE LUKE UP BUT HE'S JUST MAKING THINGS WEIRD.]
Oh, no...!
[Well. Maybe... it will be easier to talk Luke into waking up if he doesn't feel like he has to guard his roommates? Dahut can feel those vibes so clearly... Sasuga, Luke, you dumb asshole. STOP TRYING TO PROTECT FIGMENTS OF YOUR IMAGINATION (he doesn't think, since he had also protected figments of his imagination).
Anyway he could probably try to reason with Luke but instead he just tries to will Eunhyuk into sweeping his legs out from under him so he can pick him up and kidnap him.]
[Eunhyuk definitely dropped the takeout bags. Sorry, Luke.
Anyway, Eunhyuk lets out a noise of surprise when he's suddenly in a WRIST LOCK because he did NOTHING wrong. He doesn't even seem to understand why he grabbed Luke by the shoulders.]
Oh, no...!
[He just sounds genuinely so distressed? What's going on?
And yet, despite his distress, he will try to sweep his legs out from under him so he can pick Luke up and kidnap him.
In the background, Margaret and Anise are getting increasingly concerned. Margaret, this time, speaks.]
Luke, do you need me to call the police on this weirdo...?
[WELL I ROLLED A 16 SO I GUESS?? HE PROBABLY MANAGES TO AVOID THIS??? NOW HE'S REALLY GOING TO PUT HIM IN AN ARM LOCK FOR EVERYONE'S SAFETY, INCLUDING THIS STRANGER WHO SEEMS CONFUSED BY HIS OWN ACTIONS]
Yeah--tell them it's a wellness incident. [THEY'RE GONNA SEND EUNHYUK OFF TO THE LOONY BIN I TYPED LOOBY]
[DON'T SEND HIM TO THE LOBBY BIN. Also why is it that even when he's piloting a 6ft tall body, he still can't manage to win in a physical fight.
Dahut will try to see just how far his manifestation powers go here and attempt to will a giant net into existing that he can just drop on Luke from above like the hand of god.]
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Triumphing over clownness, he seizes the fire extinguisher, immediately rushing back to the stairwell. IS IT STILL ON FIRE. CAN HE TRY TO PUT IT OUT]
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I'm sure this is so dangerous but whatever it's fine, he is rushing back down these stairs now. THERE IS STILL A GAS LEAK HAPPENING, HE HAS AMNESIA BUT NOT SHORT-TERM MEMORY LOSS.]
This way!
[HEWWO? MR. OBAMA? ARE Y'ALL STILL GOOD?]
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Those who seem to be the least worst off follow Luke, as some also try to help those struggling to walk.
Thanks to Luke's leadership, they manage to escape the building and away from the leak. The ambulance comes to take everyone away, Luke included.
...
Unfortunately, perhaps the good news ends there. Luke did everything he could, but many of his colleagues still die at the hospital. (Was there anything he could've done? Was he fast enough? Why is he fine, when he was exposed to some of the worst of it?) This might be a familiar feeling, even if not quite the same, tugging at the recesses of his mind. Maybe he's only imagining it, haunted by his guilt.
With so many of his colleagues dead or also hospitalized, he doesn't have much in the way of visitors. (Others have parents and family to come and see them, and yet, it seems as though he has nothing like that.) But as he rests in his hospital bed, he does eventually receive a surprise visitor. He knows this woman, doesn't he? This is someone he loves, but has never been able to say so.]
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It goes on like this until the door does open, finally--and he doesn't even need to see her face, really. There's something about the click of her heels, the rhythm of her steps, that stirs his heart even through the haze of his amnesia.]
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Of course, it's also quickly followed by panic, because Luke is an idiot. DON'T SEE HIM LIKE THIS!! GO AWAY!!!! (genuine) (lie) (unsure)
WHAT IF HE PRETENDS TO BE ASLEEP]
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You're really doing this? Come on, I had to make time in my busy schedule, just for you.
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He shrinks a little, slowly opening his eyes to look up at her. WOAH... SHE'S HERE... WHAT A SURPRISE THAT HE DEFINITELY DIDN'T NOTICE BEFORE]
Watson, is that you? [He rubs his eyes, like he's just sooo eepy] Sorry, I was dozing off. [...] Shouldn't you be at work?
[Fuss fuss]
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I took some time off. You thought I'd just ignore you while you're in the hospital? Don't be in such a hurry to get rid of me.
[Is he? Probably not actively—this is his childhood friend, after all. Someone dear to him, someone he's happy to see. But perhaps, somewhere deep inside of Luke, he does think it'd be for the better, even if he can't remember why.
Is she really happier seeing him, like this or otherwise?]
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I just don't want your work piling up. I know they're pretty merciless. [Who...? It flows out so easily, but he can't remember why. It bothers him, that hole in his mind, but he doesn't want to get caught up in it while she's here, so he gives her a bright, reassuring smile.] You don't have to worry. They said I should be good to go pretty soon.
[He will say this whether it's true or not]
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... All right, if you say so. Give me a call when you're out, okay? We should grab a coffee or something. It feels like I don't get to see you enough, these days.
[And not just because he's in the HOSPITAL right now.]
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It's easy to give her a smile, and the answer she wants to hear--]
Of course, I will. You'll be the first one to know.
[--And if he were smart, it would be another lie. He would vanish, run, distance himself. It's how he's always felt. She doesn't need to know his feelings, because he... he...
Why...?
...Maybe it doesn't matter why. Because the truth is that he's weak--that he knows what he should do, but the mere sight of her is enough to make him falter. Maybe it's silly to be angry at himself for wanting to keep a promise instead of breaking it, but he can't help it.]
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Not exactly pleasant news, but what can he do but persevere?
He returns home to his apartment suite, which he shares with two roommates, Margaret and Anise. Who, for the record, also probably came to visit you in the hospital at some point. I'm not assigning them asshole roomies. Anyway, it's not the best of places, with a shitty landlord, but they make do. Maybe one day they can afford to get out of here and be somewhere better. (Though with your newfound health condition, you worry that that dream will have to be pushed further to the side...)
When Luke walks in, Anise gets up from the couch.]
Luke! How are you feeling?
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Dahut wanders over into new territory, and it's new territory because the landscape is instead one familiar to Luke (not that Luke knows this).
From Dahut's perspective, he sees Luke, a somewhat shadowy (i.e. dead) figure like him, though Luke is covered in burns and cuts, pieces of shrapnel going through him in what were likely his fatal injuries.
As Dahut approaches, pieces of images, memories, emotions flood his mind. The illusion Luke's trapped in, not unlike how Dahut was just moments ago; all of his regrets and guilt. This is a man who has always tried so hard to be a hero, and yet he's weighed down by his failures—the people he could not save, those he could not help like his Eudora crew members, the people who died when he survived. That he's conflicted over never telling his childhood friend that he loves her, at the same time that he regrets returning to her life, knowing he'll only cause her heartbreak.
Intuitively, Dahut will see and understand everything that happens to Luke in this illusion, including from here on out, and feel the things Luke does. He will also get the sense that if he tries, perhaps he can influence the illusion or that, at the very least, Luke can hear his voice if he calls out to him.]
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He didn't like getting visited by Margaret or Anise, either, but he faked his way through those, too, easy as anything. He does the same now--and it helps that, for whatever reason, his pain tolerance is a little ridiculous. It doesn't do anything for the wounds on his heart, but he can, at least, tell them the truth with a smile.]
A lot better, thanks! Though, I could go for some take-out tonight, if you're up for it.
[Boigas]
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Anyway wow this is a lot, huh. Dahut just observes his fellow deadzo just vibing out here in a hell of his own making, still keeping his hand resting against the arrow.
Hilariously, Dahut would truly just leave Luke like this under other circumstances... NOT BECAUSE HE'S A DICK, LISTEN!!! But because he thinks that Luke deserves to make the same choice that he did: to stay, or to leave. If they're just going to be wandering around in hell anyway, why not indulge in a nice dream, even if it has a sour ending?
The only reason he says anything is because he knows Luke is a private person, and he's also not a fan of being forced to experience someone else's feelings and thoughts. SO HE TRIES TO CALL OUT but it's somewhat tentative at first.]
...Monsieur Luke...?
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Luke can, though! Margaret, on top of things as always, orders takeout for all of them. Anise pats the seat next to her, indicating that Luke should sit down. They watch some TV while they wait for their food.
It's nice and peaceful, isn't it, Luke? Aside from the threat of your possible impending death, but you'll manage, as you always have with your life. Besides, you survived this past week, and that's more than what could be said about those who died from the gas leak. (Was there anything you could've done back then, to save them?)
Maybe you'll die before you can help Margaret and Anise, too. (Why does it feel like you already have?)
Eventually, the doorbell rings. Luke, you get up from the couch so that Margaret and Anise can continue to watch the show or movie interrupted, and answer the door. It's the delivery person, holding out the takeout bags.]
... Monsieur Luke...?
[Huh. This delivery person doesn't look French.]
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Luke was halfway distracted by his guilt complex but now he's just like ??? OKAY I GUESS,]
Uh--thanks. Let me grab my phone. [He has *pple P*y]
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He will speak with less trepidation now and also try to will this Eunhyuk into grabbing Luke's shoulders.]
Don't grab your phone! Get out of there!
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Anyway, the whitewashed delivery man grabs Luke's shoulders.]
Don't grab your phone! Get out of there!
[Margaret and Anise look up from the couch, getting concerned here. Anise speaks up first.]
... Do you know this guy, Luke?
[Is this... an ex? Although for some reason, Luke will get the feeling that something about this delivery man is kind of familiar. There's a guilty feeling attached to him, as well.
Unless he's too baffled to think about any of this.]
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Also even magic amnesia can't conquer reflexes, so Luke does what any normal person would do if some rando grabbed them and just automatically tries to pry his hand off... HE'LL PUT FRENCH EUNHYUK IN A WRIST LOCK IF HE HAS TO]
Hey, back it up. [Maybe he'd be a little more lenient if it was just him, but Anise and Margaret are right there--and he is, as always, a highly protective guard dog. The flickers of familiarity aren't enough to overpower that, but they're enough, in conjunction with the odd tone, to stop him from booting this dude out on his ass immediately.] What's this about?
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Oh, no...!
[Well. Maybe... it will be easier to talk Luke into waking up if he doesn't feel like he has to guard his roommates? Dahut can feel those vibes so clearly... Sasuga, Luke, you dumb asshole. STOP TRYING TO PROTECT FIGMENTS OF YOUR IMAGINATION (he doesn't think, since he had also protected figments of his imagination).
Anyway he could probably try to reason with Luke but instead he just tries to will Eunhyuk into sweeping his legs out from under him so he can pick him up and kidnap him.]
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Anyway, Eunhyuk lets out a noise of surprise when he's suddenly in a WRIST LOCK because he did NOTHING wrong. He doesn't even seem to understand why he grabbed Luke by the shoulders.]
Oh, no...!
[He just sounds genuinely so distressed? What's going on?
And yet, despite his distress, he will try to sweep his legs out from under him so he can pick Luke up and kidnap him.
In the background, Margaret and Anise are getting increasingly concerned. Margaret, this time, speaks.]
Luke, do you need me to call the police on this weirdo...?
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Yeah--tell them it's a wellness incident. [THEY'RE GONNA SEND EUNHYUK OFF TO THE LOONY BIN I TYPED LOOBY]
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Dahut will try to see just how far his manifestation powers go here and attempt to will a giant net into existing that he can just drop on Luke from above like the hand of god.]
Monsieur Luke, the police aren't real!!
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