( open ) quarantine safe house

[competing]

CHARACTERS: anyone! everyone???
DATE: from March 4 onward
WARNINGS: violence... gore... c..annibalism?? maybe
SUMMARY: some people decide they're too dangerous on their own and decide to put themselves in Time Out. other people visit them.



THE AFTER SCHOOL SPECIAL

THE DEAL:
1. post a toplevel
2. comment around
3. profit???
4. please include warnings on your subject headings if things get a little cray cray

Comments

[araigneedusoir]

[She almost wanted to argue, to point out how exactly he had. How he'd accepted her for who and what she was without so much as curiosity regarding small things. He'd never treated her with harshness or mistrust. But she holds it all under her tongue, chin rising in mild defiance of his response.

Neither of them were, apparently.]

So you say. [Is what she settles on, tearing her eyes away to fixate on the window again, seeing the ghost of her own reflection in the glass.]

Yet here you are.

[perma_banned]

[There was nothing left to argue, at that. Ban nodded, looking past Widowmaker's reflection once he felt he couldn't fight her anymore on it. No matter what he said, he had still been there. How long would he last, though? No matter how much he acted indifferently, Ban's actions betrayed him. Even so, if Widowmaker succumbed... he wasn't sure he had the nerve to lay a finger on her.

by then, he was incapable of it.]

What do you want to do, then? [He added, tentative, eyes falling to the floor.] In the meanwhile.

[araigneedusoir]

[If she did succumb -- though she didn't want to hope a cure would happen before that moment -- she knew someone would stop her, or she would herself. It didn't matter who, since she likely wouldn't even recognize them beyond a flicker between the hunger and rage. She'd rather it be someone she knew, someone she -- in her own way -- trusted.

At the same time she'd rather it be a stranger.

She's almost thankful when he doesn't press the matter further and turns away from the window to lean back against the sill.] Everything I can. Gather more information, gather supplies the team needs.

[perma_banned]

[It was a reassuring answer. Widowmaker's simple response made for an easy set of goals--something that could easily be fulfilled. The more they dealt in concretes, the more comfortable Ban was. He could work with that. He could even make a promise. Standing up straight, Ban stretched his arms over his head and resigned himself to a more apathetic look once more. He tilted his chin to the hall.]

If that's the case, then... We won't find much here.