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Andy Gallagher is not the droid you're looking for (brain_ninja) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-23 18:47:00

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!complete, andy gallagher, day 04, lexie grey, location: church, luna lovegood

Day Four - Evening
Who: Andy Gallagher, Lexie Grey, and Luna Lovegood
Where: The Church
What: Andy's coming back down off the Ketamine
When: Early evening
Rating: TBA
Warning: Severe drug content
Status: Complete

It was sort of like...being in a dream world, only it was all fucked up. Webber was there and then he was gone. Tracy was still sitting in the back of the ambulance with the blanket wrapped around her, avoiding Andy's eyes, only this time they were loading Webber's fucking corpse in with her, completely neglecting the meat wagon parked a few feet away. She'd spared him a disdainful glance and turned to run a hand over the body bag.

Andy's breath kept catching in his throat, it felt like, and the room was spinning and spinning and fucking spinning...

He'd heard Lexie trying to tell him that it was normal; that it was just a bad trip and she'd cut herself off. His shut up command - which he'd meant to direct at Webber - it seemed, had hit her instead. And now he really had done it to her. Jesus, he was going to hell. He was going straight to Hell, do not pass Go, do not collect two hundred--

"Are you fu-cking kidding me," he murmured as the church went black and lit up again in red. Luna in the goddamn dominatrix outfit and a pair of fuzzy handcuffs beckoning at him with one finger as a cheshire cat grin spread over her lips. Never mind the fact that Webber was standing behind her, grabbing at her tits from behind and definitely never mind the fact that there were two more of her on either side of Webber; one in the soaked, clinging, practically see-through sundress he'd met her in and one in the outfit she'd been wearing that morning. Both hanging off Webber like super whores or something.

Webber, himself, looked appropriately smug and Andy wanted to scream. Hell, he actually might have, for all he knew.

But the room kept spinning and spinning again and again and then Webber was gone and the freaking Luna parade were all pawing at him when the red light turned a blue-green and strobed annoyingly at him like he really was at a freaking rave. Lexie was still on the floor with the rest of him - whatever that meant, but it seemed to make sense at the time - holding his hand and staring at nothing he could pinpoint in particular. It was like she didn't even see him standing there over...himself... In any case, she'd stopped. It looked like she was holding some kind of a vigil and in his addled brain, he decided that the drug had killed him. This was Hell. ...it wasn't so bad except everytime he tried to touch the Lunas, they disappeared and reappeared like the way a ghost flickered in the movies. They were kissing and licking at his neck but he couldn't feel a fucking thing. Oh yeah. This was Hell.

"Fucking freaking out!" he screamed at Lexie and the Lunas and tried to shake them off, because really, they were effing useless if he couldn't touch them or feel them touching him, so they might as well back off so he could at least look at 'em. "If you killed me, Lexie, I swear to God I'll haunt you, I really really will..." he went on incoherently because, whoa, hey...he felt that when one of the Lunas made a strategically placed movement against him.

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brain_ninja
2009-04-25 05:38 pm UTC (link)

Andy's stomach started to churn again and suddenly he felt pain. A lot of pain. Like his leg was on fucking fire. He let out a low, drawn out groan of agony and dropped his hands away from his face, closing his eyes as he reached uselessly for the source of the pain. In spite of the throbbing, itching discomfort - understatement of the year - the rest of his body still felt numb and detached; like he was still in a dream world and he couldn't quite either break free from it or delve completely back in.

His head was pounding and he could hear his pulse throbbing in his ears, never mind that he could feel it in his temples. Ketamine. Why did he know that word?

The Luna parade down to one member, staring at him with a pained expression as though he'd slapped her in the face. Running and running and running. And then trees. Why trees...? Andy's mind was reeling and he still couldn't place the reality apart from the fantasy. Lolling his head to the side, he looked back at the blonde. Luna. "Like the moon, but not really..." he thought aloud. "And a yellow tongue from too many Pixie Stix." He wasn't even sure what that meant, but it sounded about right in his head and the words had come before he could stop them. "Apples and shapeshifters," he added, a confused expression crossing his already grimacing face.

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luna_llena
2009-04-25 07:39 pm UTC (link)

Yes, she wanted to help Andy, and Luna's nod told that clearly to the other woman. It was the sound of pure agony that came from the man in question that made her step forward, removing her back from the comforting strength of the heavy door.

While she understood nearly absolutely nothing about what the young doctor had said, as she had never heard of either Ketamine or anesthetics in general. Wizards did not perform surgery, and when it could ever be explained to them, it was seen as horrifying and barbaric. Imagine, cutting into human flesh to root around inside. With razor sharp steel blades. It sounded more like a horror story than like an everyday occurrence.

Let us not even get into elective surgery.

Continually glancing about the room to look for any approaching threat, Luna timidly moved towards both of the other individuals in the room. Andy began rambling in little fragments, and she was able to recognize most of it as applying to her, "You...remember me?"

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