The morning was full of surprises. The new room was startling, and there was never going to be a move where Marco didn't wake up wondering what was real. He was irritated the moment his eyes opened. He had just showed everyone how fucked up he could get while he was off his meds, and disorienting him just made him feel closer to that. And when he felt closer to that, his mind reacted, and made everything louder, and more complicated. If it weren't for the fact that his pills weren't in his pocket anymore, he may have just stayed in bed for a while, until things were just a little less chaotic in his head. His pills weren't in his pocket, though, so he got up.
And then there was New York City, his next surprise. He had never been to New York, or anywhere outside of California, but he had seen enough movies to recognize what he was looking at. He had watched Dick Clark's countdown more years than not. He wondered if this was real, but this time it was less about his own mind, and more about what They were capable of. The city looked real, but could they really transport a house full of people into a high rise with no one noticing? And then the pets? How did that work?
Surprise number three came in the form of a suitcase full of clothes. Marco didn't know what he needed formal attire for, but They had decided that it was necessary, so now Marco had a suit. He kind of hoped that whatever they put it in there for wouldn't be necessary. He threw it aside and went back to trying to find his pills.
In the middle of everything else being surprising and confusing and overwhelming, Marco found himself frozen as he uncovered the bag of powder, and the needles, and the cotton, and the lighter. His kit. Well, a kit. The supply of heroin was new, though it took a moment to convince himself to pull it out and snort a little to see that that was what it was he had found. But of course it was, and this time, Marco wasn't surprised. He felt like he should have been, after everything they had said about them not supplying him anymore, but how was he supposed to believe that after the morphine had appeared in his room?
More than feeling surprised, Marco was sure that he was supposed to be upset, but he wasn't sure that he was feeling that, either. He knew he should have been. People would be upset if they found out, he knew, but he found it difficult to care what everyone would think. He had needed his support network after his sanity had been restored, if just to assure him that he wasn't too much to handle, and despite his erratic behavior and strange outbursts, they would still want him around. But nobody had. Oliver hadn't bothered to message him back. Juno had decided that they shouldn't talk. Jack was nice for spending some time with him, but not someone Marco could talk to seriously. Erran was long gone. Marco was feeling familiarly abandoned, and while it might have been selfish to count on these people to make him feel worthwhile and human, it was the first time in years that he had felt like that with anyone. And now that was done.
The dope was there again, though. It had been a constant for almost a decade, and now it was back, to help him feel okay when he was entering dark times again.
He sighed contently as the small amount that he had snorted to test it kicked in, just enough to make him feel a little calmer. It hadn't taken much, which made him think that his tolerance had maybe gone down in the time between the morphine and now. That meant he had a week's worth, maybe a week and a half, if he didn't push it. Maybe he'd be okay. Maybe he'd space it out so he wasn't doing it every day. Just when he was feeling down. Maybe he had gone long enough that that would be possible. Maybe.
He hid it back in the suitcase, making sure it was wrapped up tightly and then stored on the high shelf in the closet, in case Bearbear decided that she needed to try to chew on things. He didn't give a shit what happened to me, but he didn't need Bearbear to accidentally OD. He fished his pills out and shoved them into his pocket, then stood staring at the suitcase hiding his new stuff. He'd save it for later, after everyone was acclimated to this new environment. That was, if anyone was even going to bother looking for other people.
It was a nice surprise to have his old friend back.