[ He flashes a little grin, sly as he pours it and holds it up, taking a nice long sip. Thank God for small favors, it's good. ]
Cheers. [ What a dopamine hit, that taste, the heat that blooms in his chest. Much much better. ] No kidding. Already kind of a hellhole and shitty booze would be one hell of a dealbreaker.
Kind of a hellhole. Yeah. [ It's hard to be too depressed in the face of Dean's grin, at least. Matt takes another pull from his glass. ] So, I ... reread what I sent you from the hospital. [ His lips twitch. ] Thanks for bearing with me through all that. I can talk a little bit more about what I meant regarding energy harvesting, but honestly, I don't have a whole lot to show for how long I've been here, apart from theories.
[ Matt's eyebrows arch for his hairline at the invocation of a more literal kind of hell. Though Dean's not the first person to demonstrate familiarity with the place. Matt's roommate, the Literal Christian Devil, has that honor. ]
It's absolutely creepy, [ Matt agrees. He glances off into the distance as he tries to organize his thoughts. ] Okay, how I got to the harvesting idea is ...
One of the first things that happened when I arrived here is they threw a party with cake shaped astonishingly like human people. If you ate it, it gave you pretty strange appetites. [ Matt shrugs. ] I should've died. I don't know why I didn't. And afterwards, analyzing the leftover cake showed it was actually transfigured human remains ... and one of the kitchen staff I managed to track down with this girl Betty said that kind of thing happened "all the time."
[ Matt takes another sip from his glass. ]
Since then, that hasn't been the only grisly transformation moment. There was a "wolfman" over the summer who was actually just a wolf and a person spliced together. I tried to help them, but it didn't work. [ Matt's quiet a moment, subdued, before he rouses himself from his downward dip. ] Um. More transfigured corpses popped up. And I've noticed a kind of commonality in some of the weird urges we get around here. They tend to be arousal, atypical kinks, violence, or activation of trauma. Basically, things that create a lot of emotional energy.
I guess it could just be straight-up torture, but I wonder if this isn't some kind of generative cycle.
[ All of their bodies and spirits hitched to the grinding gears of change: bones elongating and contracting, blood greasing the skids. Energy rising like steam from the wreckage. ]
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Cheers. [ What a dopamine hit, that taste, the heat that blooms in his chest. Much much better. ] No kidding. Already kind of a hellhole and shitty booze would be one hell of a dealbreaker.
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Kind of a hellhole. Yeah. [ It's hard to be too depressed in the face of Dean's grin, at least. Matt takes another pull from his glass. ] So, I ... reread what I sent you from the hospital. [ His lips twitch. ] Thanks for bearing with me through all that. I can talk a little bit more about what I meant regarding energy harvesting, but honestly, I don't have a whole lot to show for how long I've been here, apart from theories.
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[ And look, he has to laugh a little, because despite learning some shit it was kinda funny to talk to someone that high off pain meds. ]
No problem. I am curious about the harvesting thing. That's incredibly creepy.
cw: discussion of cannibalism, murder, body horror
It's absolutely creepy, [ Matt agrees. He glances off into the distance as he tries to organize his thoughts. ] Okay, how I got to the harvesting idea is ...
One of the first things that happened when I arrived here is they threw a party with cake shaped astonishingly like human people. If you ate it, it gave you pretty strange appetites. [ Matt shrugs. ] I should've died. I don't know why I didn't. And afterwards, analyzing the leftover cake showed it was actually transfigured human remains ... and one of the kitchen staff I managed to track down with this girl Betty said that kind of thing happened "all the time."
[ Matt takes another sip from his glass. ]
Since then, that hasn't been the only grisly transformation moment. There was a "wolfman" over the summer who was actually just a wolf and a person spliced together. I tried to help them, but it didn't work. [ Matt's quiet a moment, subdued, before he rouses himself from his downward dip. ] Um. More transfigured corpses popped up. And I've noticed a kind of commonality in some of the weird urges we get around here. They tend to be arousal, atypical kinks, violence, or activation of trauma. Basically, things that create a lot of emotional energy.
I guess it could just be straight-up torture, but I wonder if this isn't some kind of generative cycle.
[ All of their bodies and spirits hitched to the grinding gears of change: bones elongating and contracting, blood greasing the skids. Energy rising like steam from the wreckage. ]