Family Drama on Christmas

Who: Open to the groups converging on Scott. And of course Scott.
When: Morning
Where: Town Hall and the Christmas tree

Before having gotten dressed to leave, he had quickly opened his box but didn't really peruse the contents which was why he had only grabbed the video camera. There wasn't really time to look and it would be there later (he hoped). Although he was definitely pleased that there was a video camera because this stuff needed to be documented. Anyhow, he'd gotten dressed quickly and made his way downstairs with the video camera.

With Cheyenne hanging off of his arm the whole time in a complete and utter death grip, it was kind of difficult to slush through the snow. Still, he wasn't going to complain because someone was with him. He wasn't alone and that was the best feeling in all the world. Plus she had the umbrella and his poor pale skin wasn't going to get beaten with the sun.

Once they got a little closer to the Town Hall, he turned on the camera and started recording. Briefly he pointed the camera at himself and Cheyenne, "Okay... This is Tobias and Cheyenne on the way to the town hall for some sort of Christmas decoration thing. It's October 9th or so the computers have said." He turned the camera on the path ahead of them. He didn't think there was a reason to document the trip but... Better be safe than sorry. "See anything yet?" He thought maybe he'd heard a voice at some point ahead but he wasn't sure. And he wasn't really thinking about the Christmas tree...

 - ..

Scott was getting tired. And colder by the minute. But he kept shouting, hoping that someone would find him soon. "Hello?! Anyone! Please?!" His throat was getting extremely sore and his voice was weak, but he had to keep screaming. Assuming he was even still in the same town. Who knows? Maybe they'd left him under a Christmas tree in the middle of nowhere. He'd stopped moving around a while back because the jingling was just making things worse, but as long as he could still talk, he'd keep trying.

 - .

Cheyenne was attempting a smile for the camera, but then looked up when she heard a shout. "Toby..." she said, not even sure calling him 'toby' was acceptable. But right now she just wasn't stopping to ask either. "This way!" she said, orienting herself with the sound, and dragging him towards where she'd heard the shout at a fast clip.

 - .

Normally he didn't let people call him Toby. Only Jenny could. But after the shout, he didn't care. That voice sounded familiar. He ran along with her though his achy knee protested at the fast movement. The camera was just getting a whole lot of shaky scenery but that happened sometimes... The voice continued though it seemed to be getting weaker. That was never a good sign. "Hello?" He called out in turn, trying to get their bearings right.

 - .

Working your way through the snow in a wheelchair wasn't easy, but this one seemed to cope a hell of a lot better than he'd thought it would. But then, it was kinda a nifty thing - Brett was impressed, though he wasn't showing it as he, Eris and Everett made their way to the town hall to find whatever was waiting for them there. Seemed like they weren't the only ones going, either.

 - .

Trudging ahead of Brett and Eris a bit, Ev's teeth worked the butt of a cigar he'd nabbed before leaving the house. He didn't like the situation one bit, but it was at least easier to keep a composed expression on with the soft burn of smoke in his mouth. he looked up the street as they drew closer, brow wrinkling with familiar lines as he spotted indistinct forms in the distance. "Looks like the lot of us got the memo," he rumbled, "We're not first on the scene. Makes me wonder what we're gonna find."

 - .

"If it's a corpse, what the hell are we doing to do with it?" Eris asked. Which made her vaguely wonder what they'd done with 'her' corpse, at least before it became decorations. Which, after a moment, she decided to add on there in a way. "The town really seems decorated enough without intestines being used for garland." she noted drily. "And everything's supposed to be emptied out, right? Everything still looks empty." She'd been paying attention. She also stopped for a second to sneeze, which triggered a coughing fit. It wasn't like she was well.

 - .

Brett looked back at her and raised an eyebrow. "You're a fucking ray of sunshine today, aren't you, twinkle?" he said, drily. he wasn't thinking out and out death of any description here, but then again, he came from a very different experiment, where gaudy representations from the scientists hadn't been part of the show. He slowed as she started coughing, stopping as she did. "You should go back," he told her. "You don't want to get worse."

 - .

Everett snorted, shaking his head and glancing back at Brett and Eris. "Twinkle," he repeated with a smirk, not stopping his pace entirely but definitely slowing for their sakes. "Not a bad idea, probably. But we're nearly there, too. Somehow I think you're in for a time either way, given who we left back at that fucking house." Yeah, his civility was wearing down. Normally? Not drinking forced him to keep it together. But knowing the option was there now made Ev chomp at the bit to get through whatever was in store before he could twist a bottle open and just forget for a little while.

 - .

She waited til she felt less like speaking was going to trigger another coughing fit, and she stood straighter. "I'm just being realistic, sweetheart." she said to Brett. "And I'm fine. I'd rather get worse than go back and sit at the homestead with Queenie, her lady Blind Fury and her little dog, too." she muttered. "I'm fine. Don't give yourselves aneurisms over my health, let's just go see if we have a corpse or not."

 - Leah and Will

Leah and Will were also slowly making there way to the Christmas decorations in the park. Leah herself hadn't really thought about Scott, or where he might be. She had been in a bit of a rush this morning and, when she ran into Will, invited him along.

She thought she heard a voice, but figured it to be one of the random ones that she always heard, and, since she couldn't make out what it was saying at any rate, didn't say anything about it.

 - ...

Scott gave one last feeble shout, but was getting so tired. Right now he just wanted to go to sleep. It might be cold, but he didn't care any more. He closed his eyes and just waited.

So you're just going to give up now, is that it?
Casey? Of course you're going to be here now. I guess you get the last laugh after all. Might as well end here, right? It's what I deserve, after what I did to you.
Stop the self pity, it's not like you. Now buck up, little champion. Hang in there just a little while longer...

Casey faded away as he opened his eyes. Were those people he heard? "Hello? Someone?" he said weakly, hoping to get someone's attention before it was too late.

 - .

Brett didn't like the way Everett had picked up on the random name he'd given Eris - even though most of the times the names he called her were purely random. He just didn't want to use her names - either of them. one pissed her off, the other made him uncomfortable right now, and anyway, he generally didn't use people's names to their faces - it made them think he cared enough to remember who the hell they were, after all. his irritation, however, was deflected by hearing a voice up ahead and he recognised that tone. Not the voice, but the tone - the tone that said that someone wasn't in the best way. "Come on," he told the others, not looking back as he sped up a little.

 - .

The faint carry of Scott's voice ahead registered on Everett a moment later. He was too amused by the little cues he was starting to notice between Brett and Eris, both last night and today. That amusement was making him sloppy. Sloppy gets people killed. "Right with you," Ev rumbled, picking up his pace with a stiff gait. "Hang on up there!" he bellowed ahead, cupping his hands around his mouth just to let whoever was up there know that they were coming.

 - .

Good! Shout, so if snipers are waiting in the trees, they'll know just what direction to aim the scopes. Eris thought cynically. Of course, if there were snipers then that would be kind of weird. Not generally the scientist's style. And anyways, wasn't Everett's job to be the crazed nam vet? Still, she hurried with the boys, trailing them just slightly, and doing it on purpose. She still wasn't convinced they were going to be helping anyone out. She'd have to see to buy that. Though she also noticed a few other people seeming to be converging on the place. Awesome. Now if only the merry musketeers showed, it'd be her best day ever.

 - .

Part of Brett wondered what the hell he was doing. he couldn't help - if there was a problem, he'd be fucking useless, wouldn't he? he couldn't actually do anything, and nobody would be listening to him if he tried to tell them what to do. Who the fuck would listen to a cripple in a wheelchair anyway. he shouldn't even be bothering, but still, he kept moving forward as their threesome became a group and he caught sight of the... awww, fuck - poor bastard.

 - .

Cheyenne--still practically surgically attached to Tobias--spotted other people, and most notably, Brett, who she knew from her own experiment. She fumbled with her umbrella and hurried them over towards him because she saw him first. "Brett!" she said, then followed his line of sight, and stopped short, needing to keep hold of Tobias to keep herself upright. "Holy....bells." she noted, even reaching up to push her sunglasses up some so she could get a better look. "Oh dear."

 - ..

As soon as Joy saw the group of people converging, she forgot about Owen and began running herself. Partly to see if she recognized anyone, partly to see what torture the scientists had left behind. Running wasn't the most easy thing in the world for her, of course- years of smoking and drinking and generally abusing her body did that. But she stopped short when she saw what Santa had left under the Christmas tree. A naked muscleman, albeit one who seemed to be turning blue. Wow. "Jingle Hell's Bells," she said, taking a swig of the bottle she'd brought with her. "Someone was good this year."

 - .

Sure, the sight of that pale, tiny white girl with her large black umbrella and her foppishly-haired companion was an odd one for Everett. But really, it couldn't hold a candle to Scott. Part of Ev wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it, but it was a small part. This was a real person, he didn't deserve this. "Oh shit," Ev rumbled, stepping ahead of Brett and Eris to move to Scott's side, "Okay buddy, stay calm. We're going to get you down real fast. C'mon, talk to me here while we do this.... what's your name?"

 - .

When he saw... Oh God, when he saw Scott. The camera went off immediately and he managed to forcibly wrench his arm out of Cheyenne's grip though he did make sure she didn't topple over when she skidded to a stop. "Sorry," he said very quickly, "But. Friend!" His knee was protesting the sudden sprint but he had to get to Scott. It wasn't funny. None of it was funny. He seemed to be in step with Everett and he swung off his long trench coat to drape over Scott as he reached the poor, nude, decorated man. "Oh my god, Scott. What th--Why the Hell... This is so fucking wrong."

 - .

Scott looked up at the faces that had seemed to nearly fade in around him. A large black man was shouting at him, and someone- Tobias?- had put a blanket over him. "'s cold" was about all he could manage to stammer out. Sleep. Sleep is good, yeah. Dream of Bermuda and nubile young men with fruity drinks. He vaguely remembered someone asking his name. What was his name?

 - .

A part of Leah wanted to crack up when she first saw Scott. A man covered in sleigh bells was a pretty funny picture. However, the fact that he was probably suffering from some sort of hypothermia from being left out in the cold while pretty much naked was far less funny.

She walked up to him as someone put a blanket over him. "We need to get him to the clinic. At the very least, he's suffering from exposure right now."

 - .

Brett stayed back, concerned about the guy, but what could he do? There were better people here than him to help the guy down, and the doc was here as well. He was needless, useless as always. So he stopped, abck - not getting in the way, but watching the scene, wanting to know the guy was okay.

 - .

Eris wasn't getting in close either. In fact, she did what she occasionally did with Brett. She leaned down, crossing her arms along the back of his chair, and she propped her chin on her hands. She didn't actually touch him in any fashion, she just kept her eyes on the spectacle. "...well, he's not a corpse yet." she noted. "No new garland for us." Yes, she was morbid today.

 - .

Cheyenne was going up to the tree too, after Tobias. "Can I help?" she asked, reaching out, then crouching down to try and help untie the guy. "Can--can anyone go grab a car? Start it up, so we can get him to the hospital fast? Is the hospital even up and running, or is it all cleared out?" Either way--car, to get him wherever we're taking him!" she called.

 - .

Joy watched, fascinated, but not entirely sure what to do to help. If someone was being tortured by the scientists like this, it was just more fuel for her fire. She looked down at the bottle in her hand. "Um, should he drink some of this?" she said, offering the bottle of Jack to whoever was closest. "Might warm him up a little." She was a little surprised at herself. Maybe the cold had killed off some of her buzz.

 - .

"It'll fucking make him worse," Brett muttered, though not loud enough to be heard. He still figured that nobody was going to take advice from a fucking cripple and he wasn't welcoming ridicule. There was a doctor here anyhow - she was in a better position, so he was keeping out of it - as long as the stupid woman who thought alcohol was the way to go didn't dig her claws in.

 - .

She smirked. "You're so cute when you get all catty, baby." Eris teased lightly, voice as quiet as his was, sniffling a touch as she kept watching. "You must excuse the idiots...they're trying." she added, as if she really meant it. Like you had to let the children play.

 - .

Leah herself just briefly arched an eyebrow at the woman who suggested that they give him alcohol. "Bringing a car around sounds perfect, actually. The quicker we get him somewhere, the better, right now."

 - .

People agreeing with her yet not doing what she suggested wasn't helping matters, was it. Smiling and nodding didn't get anything done. So, Cheyenne stood straight with a little frustrated sound. "Fine, I'll go get the car. I'll pull it around here, so everyone clear the way on this side." she said, walking off to the left, looking around for the first car she saw. She'd been looking around the journals and everything, and thought she'd seen something about cars having keys in them. So, here was hoping that was true.

 - .

Cheyenne really did have a good idea. But Tobias was not going to leave Scott's side for one moment. For some reason he felt like this was his fault even though he had absolutely nothing to do with it. Only it seemed that when people befriended him they ended up dead... (Oh god Jenny...)

He sort of smacked Scott's cheeks trying to keep him awake, "C'mon, sweetie. Wake up. Think big, happy thoughts. Um, gorgeous men in leather thongs, I don't know! Just please, please focus." Oh god, he was not going to cry in a group of people this large. He was not going to do it. Thank god he hadn't put on any makeup.

 - ..

Scott was vaguely aware that someone was speaking to him, but he was just so cold... He grunted a little as he felt the slaps on his face, opening his eyes a little wider and seeing Tobias clearer. "No makeup?" he asked raspily, attempting a smile. Where did half my body go, anyways? Casey? "Casey?" he said out loud.

 - .

Leah was thinking of popping him a good one too before the kid did it before her. Well, he obviously wasn't a kid because you had to be at least 18 to sign up for an experiment, but whatever. "We need to keep him awake while Cheyenne is going to get a car. We don't want him to slip off on us. Scott, you need to try and keep awake, OK?"

 - .

So many people crowded around, combined with the hilarious yet frightening spectacle of their big, goodnatured roommate rendered a complete mockery -- dangerously so -- had struck Will nearly dumb; at least, in English: he had muttered a few choice words in French upon the sight.

Now, standing next to Leah, he leaned in and said, firmly, "Scott. Scott, tell me about Casey." When people were under stress, they said strange things -- but they were primal, important things. People they loved or hated. Fears or comforts. The fact that he had said "Casey" meant something. If he was talking about -- him? her? -- perhaps it would keep him awake longer.

 - ..

There were so many people around, it was hard for Scott to concentrate. Not when what he really wanted to do was just sleep, regardless of the odd position he'd been left in. But someone had mentioned Casey. "Casey... good kid... let her down. Couldn't protect her." Talking was hard. He felt like things were fading in and out as he talked.

 - .

"It's okay. I'm sure it wasn't your fault," Will encouraged. "Was she in your experiment? Did something happen there?" Had to keep him talking until that girl - the one with the white-blonde hair and the umbrella, he didn't know her name - came around with the car.

 - .

Leo arrived just in time to hear the girl with the white hair say she was going off to get a car and telling everyone to move so she had access, but yet the only people who seemed to actually be doing any moving at all was the bloke in the wheelchair and the girl who'd been leaning on the back there - and they were pretty much out of the way anyhow. He took in the scene, with the few people crowding round the... yup, that was definitely a large naked man, albeit he was covered with a trench coat strung with bells alright, but he had to be fucking freezing and he looked so bad that it wasn't even funny, not for a moment. Everyone else seemed to just be milling around - at least, nobody was showing any signs of actually moving away. "Okay guys!" Leo called, cupping his hands around his mouth. "You heard the girl - she'd gone to get a car, so everyone needs to move back," he called, his voice clear and audible to all.

 - .

Cheyenne found a car not too far away, considering they were kind of left all over. She got in, turned the keys--which were in it--and tried it. It was sluggish to get going, but then roared to life, and she gave a little cheer as she did it. God this car was huge. And she hadn't driven in a long time...eep. But she needed to do this, so she did it. She cranked the heat, which was cold right now, but it'd warm up! Then she started to manouver the car over towards the tree and decorations, hopping the curb, and pulling up right where she said she was going to. Then she shoved it into park, got out, and opened up the back door. "C'mon!"

 - .

Leah had moved just in enough time to not be bumped by the car. Of course, none of them had probably driven anything in close to a year, so driving skills were hard to come by. "Alright, someone needs to help me get him into the car, and I can give directions to the clinic that was just opened up for us." A part of her wondered if the scientists had given them the clinic just because they were doing this. She brushed that aside right now. She was in her element, for the time being.

 - ..

Joy had no idea what to do exactly, other than to get out of the way of the car. So she took a swig from her bottle for courage and just kind of held the door wider just to make sure they could get him in. "I probably shouldn't drive," she mumbled as someone raced past to help get the naked be-belled bodybuilder into the car.

 - .

It was Everett racing past Joy, working a new path away from Brett and Eris now that all of them had given the arriving car room. "I'm on it," Ev rumbled, moving in close to Scott's side. Aside from Scott himself, Ev seemed to be the biggest guy here. And bad back or no, he was likely the strongest too. "Lady, you be ready to heft his legs, right?" he instructed Leah, "I've got the arms. We'll swing him in the back and get to your clinic. On three." Working to move Scott down and away, Ev set his jaw for the press of weight the guy was going to cause. "One... two... three..."

 - .

Leah nodded to Ev when he said to grab his legs, and did just that. On three, she lifted up her end. Luckily, while certainly no body builder, she was at least in some decent shape, and was able to hold up her end of Scott's body.

 - .

Tobias couldn't exactly lift anything and no one asked him to. But he stood up and brushed the snow off his pants, "I'm coming too." He wasn't giving them an option. There was a tone to his voice that said if they protested, someone was going to get hurt. Tobias was not going to sit around and watch another friend get screwed over or have someone else in his life die. Especially not like this. His mother had died from pneumonia...

 - ..

Scott really wasn't all there right now, but it was registering with him that he was finally getting down as he was bounced about, bells jingling happily, completely unconcerned with the fact that Scott was freezing to death. He was trying to stay awake, like he'd been asked to, but they'd asked about Casey, and that was pretty much what was in his brain at the moment. "Casey... the pills... I did it..." he mumbled as he was lowered from his place of honor. Surprisingly enough, Casey didn't actually seem to be here at the moment. Maybe she's getting things ready for me. He vaguely registered Tobias's voice and tried to find him, giving him a weak smile when he did.

 - .

Leah caught the weak smile that Scott gave Tobias. "If you can get him to keep paying attention to you, I'll give you the front seat," she told him. "Right now the main thing is to keep him conscious and get him to a place where we can warm him up."

 - .

Leo stood back, out of the way as they hurried the poor man into the car. Hopefully they'd be able to help him, get him somewhere - who the hell knew what kind of effects being out here for - how long had he been out here for? And why? What was the point of all of this anyway? Now that the initial 'oh shit' was over, Leo just felt confused and a little lost about everything.

 - .

Cheyenne waited til they got the guy into the car, then looked at everyone. "Whoever's coming, come now, get in, we're going." she said. "And I need to know the way to....wherever we're headed."

 - .

Leah quickly got into the car. "Here are the directions I was given," she said, handing Cheyenne the paper with everything about the hospital clinic on it. "I know where it is, too."

 - .

Casey... pills... Did WHAT? No. Not important. The important thing was getting him to safety. Tobias took the front seat like Leah had told him to or, y'know, indicated he'd get. For a moment, his eyes fell on Leo and he seemed vaguely familiar. But no, not right now.

Keeping Scott awake was the most important thing. "Scott, sweetie. I need you to tell me a story. About home. Can you do that for me?" He swallowed hard and sort of glanced at the other people in the car. Oh shit, why was he going to say this, "I'll give you a prize later. Promise."

 - ..

Scott immediately felt the change as he was placed in the car. He was starting to feel very warm now. "Tobias... hi..." He gave the boy a slight smile. "Story, yeah." He started fighting under the coat. "Too hot now. Get it off." Focus, focus! He refocused on the boy who looked positively terrified, and Scott half wondered how bad he himself looked. "Bells... alarm. When they came to wake us up." He briefly realized again what Tobias had said. "What y'wanna know?" he mumbled, still fighting the coat a little, bells jingling merrily.

 - .

Cheyenne kind of half looked at the paper, then back at Leah. "Leah--hello, I just bloody got here, I don't even know what these directions fucking mean, just tell me where to turn and when." she said snappier than usual, wondering what the hell the doctor was on if she thought she was going to read directions and know even partially where she was. She didn't even know what street she was on now. Or where it really was in relation to everything else. Hell, she'd need Tobias to lead her back home.

 - .

It was definitely a tight fit in the car with all five of them, and crisis or no it was getting on Ev's nerves. Four white folks, one of them really fucking naked, all of them out of sorts... he could've chugged half a bottle of scotch right then and there. But he needed to be there, Ev had to guess that it'd be a task for the three coherent people with him to try and move Scott on their own. "Keep it level, miss," he told Cheyenne as they bounced over a bump in the road, "None of us is really ready to handle this. You're doing fine." Which was his old defense mechanism; advise other people to keep themselves collected, and force himself to take his own advice. Saying it out loud? Well, it made the process much easier.

 - .

Cheyenne's snappishness just rolled right off of Leah. She had interned in an emergency room or two where people had been just the same or worse. Instead, Leah just started to give directions more to the liking of 'turn left here' or 'go straight' when needed. "Ev's right," Leah said. "You're doing fine." She added.

 - .

Being recognized finally was a good thing. It meant Scott was starting to get back his mind instead of just being completely frozen. He did not move to get the coat off Scott and it seemed that no one else was going to either. Scott was screwed. Alarm? B--Tobias internally facepalmed. So basically Scott had decided to test them and got punished. Great. Nice. Thanks Scientists.

"Please, Cheyenne," he didn't say anything more than the others already had but rather automatically, there was this sort of calming lull to his voice. He'd used it on Jenny so many times, just to keep everybody in a bad situation nice and calm. Of course usually it was a slap fight. Whatever. Back to the nude man under his coat, "Tell us a story about home. Your favorite place to be when you were growing up."

 - ..

Scott tried to keep his focus, but it was really hard when you couldn't decide whether you were alive or not. "Austin... Snuck down to Sixth Street a lot..." He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again. "Good music, nice dance clubs... cute boys," he said with the faintest smile on his face. "Didn't even know till later tho." He shivered a little, causing the bells to jingle again. "Where we goin' anyways?"

 - ...

People telling her she was doing fine helped some, but really she just needed directions that she could follow, not some stupid list that she had no reference for. Which she was now getting, so she said nothing more, and just followed the directions, until they pulled up outside the clinic--which she hopped the curb there and pulled up directly in front of the doors. "We're here." she said, shutting the car down, and automatically getting out to open up the back door, so they could get the guy out.

 - .

Dave had been at the clinic all morning, familiarising himself and figuring out where everything was. He was an early starter and he'd been out the house long before the alarms went off, entirely missing the message which had been left. He did, however, hear the car draw up outside and headed out to see what was going on.

 - .

Leah let out a sigh of relief when they got there, because they got there with Scott still breathing and semi-conscious and because the clinic was really there. Wouldn't be the first time the scientists pulled a fast one on people like that. Just as she was getting out of the car, she saw a man walk out of the clinic and up to the car. "We have a man here suffering from exposure to the elements," Leah said to him, pretty much falling completely into 'doctor' mode. "Someone left him tied to a tree during the night with nothing on him but sleigh bells." Still a tiny bit funny in her mind, to say the least.