CHAOS [GM] You aren't sure where you are, but it's dark and you're all alone, except for voices in your head that are really bothering you, but sometimes they're the only company you've got, so you really don't want them to leave, just shut up sometimes. "Patie...showi...deter...." "...prescribe dem....thylate....itrinod.....therapy..." "...do with....fede....subpoena? I...." It's not dark, you're lying in a bed, in a sterile-looking room. A nurse is looking down at you, with an expression of concern. (Are you in a hospital? You seem to remember something like that...) "I think you've been sedated long enough. How are you feeling?" <><><><><> Steve: Steven lays there, a big blank void in his head where his memory of recent events used to be. All he remembered was being in college, then ... what? a party? But, this didn't look like a party. The bed, the room- what was that stuff on the walls?- the nurse... Nurse? *Is this a hospital?* @what's that?@, a voice said in his head. He knew it was in his head. Though to tell the truth, sometime he wasn't really sure it was only in his head. There seemed to be... how many? Again, he wasn't sure. *Jeez, can't you be quiet!* But, he didn't want the voices to leave. The voice's at least talked to him. They made him feel better. Less lonely. Less guilty. Though, at the moment, he couldn't really remember what he felt guilty about or why he was so lonely. He heard the muttering and snatches of other voices. They seemed to not be in his head. Was that right? What were they saying. "Patie...?" If this was a hospital, would that be 'patient'? But, who was tis patient? 'Prescribe?' 'Subpeona?' The first almost made sense if this were a hospital, but what did the second have to do with...? What was that a face above him? A pretty woman in white? An angel? She was saying something, what? *Sedated? Feel? Who. Oh. Me.* His voice croaked like a frog with mumps, but he managed to whisper, "Senad... sedate... what mean? Where?... Who you?... What hap'n?... Fee?... Feel... funny... hot... weird..." A fog seemed to be lifting slowly from his mind, he suddenly realized. <><><><><> [GM] "Do you know your name?" the nurse asks. Actually, her nametag says "Dr. Lane." Not a nurse, a doctor. Shame on me, you think. Well, you think you know your name. *Which one?* comes an absurd thought. <><><><><> Steven: Steven swallows, the desert in his throat begin to recede slightly. "Nam...?" He croaks. @which one?@ *Wha...?* "Ste... Steve...think" he finally manages. <><><><><> [GM] Dr. Lane nods. "Steven Chase Moore. Do you remember anything about what happened to you after Mardi Gras?" **Mardi Gras!** you think. A party with your friends, everybody drive to New Orleans and catch some of the action there....and everything is a haze after that, but you vaguely remember talking to- no, she's dead! And people chasing you, a lot of screaming, something happening to Richard, your roommate, and the police, something made the police freak out... <><><><><> Steven: "Mardi Gras?" His voice was returning to firmness, even if it was still a little scratchy. "Co..." he coughed. "could I have some water?" He drank the cool fluid gratefully, then continued, "Thanks doc... I... we partied... some one brought some punch, I think... I drank... some... I don't know... its hazy... things started getting weird... Stephie... I thought I heard Stephie... My step- sister... but she's... I... coulda stopped her... but... I didn't... she's... dead. Years ago. Then people... I think I was running from them... things started melting... changing?... only it couldn't be... hallucinations? I guess something... did I get sick or something? I only drank a little punch. Not enough to even get a buzz. And why did the cops weird out... At least, I think they did... And Richard... my roommate ... from college... we came here for Mardi Gras from UT... Texas... only something... I thought... where is he? Where's Richard? Is he ok? Did he get... sick too?" "Where am I for that matter? Why.. what am I doing here? Can you tell me, doctor? What happened?" <><><><><> [GM] She sighs and says, "You had a psychotic episode, possibly triggered by LSD, during which you set fire to the house where the party was taking place. You also attacked several people there, and then injured half a dozen police officers when they arrived. How, we're not sure. For some damn reason, I can't get a hold of all the police reports. Apparently, just about everyone at that party was hallucinating." "So now you're under observation at the Baton Rouge Mental Health Facility." "Do you remember anything more now?" <><><><><> Steven: "LSD? But, I don't... I didn't..." When she mentions the fire, Stevens eyes go _real_ big, a look of pure horror on his face and he just hears her out. "Oh my god! Then I _am_ sick. I'd never...", he grabs her arm, the beginings of minor hysteria rising. "You've got to believe me. I wouldn't do... I didn't... I don't even _remember_ doing any of that. I didn't take anything... at least I didn't mean to. I don't do that. Other stuff, like pot, yeah, but not the hard stuff. Oh my god! Are... Is... Did I ki... Is everybody ok? DId I...?" His hand clutches her arm, "Where's Richard? I didn't... he isn't.. oh god! Tell me I didn't hurt anybody! Please!" *** [>"Do you remember anything more now?"< I don't know, do I?? If so, once calmed down, he begins...] My name... I'm Steven Moore. But, you know that. I'm a student at UT, the University of Texas, in Austin, Texas. At least I was, I probably just threw all that out the window. Once my parents find out... Oh god... my dad's gonna kill me. My parent's are in California, in Van Nuys, Orange County. My step-dad, he's into politics a little. When it gets out his son went crazy, hurt people..." he shakes his head. "He's gonna kill me. I thought I might go into politics too. But, now... Oh Christ... this is worse than Stephie... she was my sister, well step-sister. She's dead. But, I said that didn't I." Realizing he is babbling he trails off... After listening to the doctor some more, eyes downcst dejectedly and getting depressed, he finally asks in a quiet voice, "So, this is a loony bin, huh? I guess that means I'm crazy?" He takes adeep, ragged breath. "But... well... I guess I already thougt... I... I've been hearing voices, you know, wehn no one's there, in my head, for a while now. " He tries a weak chuckle, "Even thought I heard Stephie, I mean I seem to remember that... tonight, I mean, after... Damn. I guess I am crazy, after all." <><><><><> [GM] "Well, we don't know about that yet," Dr. Lane says. "That's why you're under observation. You seem reasonably coherent, so for now I'm taking you off medication. But, you'll still have to be confined in a padded room." She seems cool and professional, but not terribly empathetic. "I don't know about the rest, like I said, the New Orleans police aren't releasing all the reports that they're supposed to. Probably some bureaucratic foul-up." Scribbling some more notes on her clipboard, she rises, and two white-garbed orderlies arrive to escort you out of the examination room. **He's kinda cute**, a female voice says. You realize you were eying one of the orderly's behinds, which makes you distinctly uncomfortable. The voice sounds painfully familiar, which makes you even more upset. And a darker voice mutters and grumbles. Conjures visions of Dr. Lane, kneeling in terror at your feet, the orderlies running for their lives, screaming. //You can do it, you don't have to stay in this f***ing place! Why you such a wimp, Stevie?// <><><><><> Chaos: Steven listened to Dr. Lane, her cold manner more than her words getting him more depressed. *Jezzuz, I musta really done something bad if that's the way she feels. God! What did I do!* Images of burning buildings, of people, of Richard burning, dying, melting, filled his head, the roar of flames filled his ears, the stink of burn his nose... He didn't really see the doctor leave or the orderlies arrive or almost even feel them heklp him up and out of the room. Until he heard the voice //He's kinda cute.// *What?!* He thought, almost saying it outloud. Then realized where he had been looking and what he had been thinking. *Oh god, am I a homo now too? Am I completely losing it? Only... God! Why does that voice sound so familiar? It couldn't be... But, it sounded like... Stephie? Stephie is that you? Are you...? Get a grip Steven! She's dead and all the wishing in the world can't bring her back. She's just a voice in your head, now... But, oh God! Stephie, if I could... !! Oh how I wish I could..." So lost in thought was he he did not really see where they were taking him. Then the darker voice interrupted, bringing him a vision of Dr. Lane groveling, begging, and him laughing over her. >/You can do it, you don't have to stay in this f***ing place! Why you such a wimp, Stevie?//< *Your right, I don't want to stay here. But... I can't...* For a moment, for just a moment, he was almost tempted by the vision and the voice, by the power... They said he was crazy! Hell, they hadn't begun to see crazy! And then the images of buildings burning, people melting and the awful smells and sounds conjured by his imagination (or was it memory?) superimposed over the vison of the the doctor and the orderlies. *Oh, God! Somebody help me! I don't want to hurt anyone! But, I don't want to stay here, I don't want to be crazy either! Please, God, someone, if your there...?* But, of course there was no answer. There never seemed to be. And Steven let the orderlies drag him to the padded room, the two visions fighting for him, wishing desperately that he could just know what the hell was happening to him and "please, please, don't let me have hurt, don't let me kill anyone." [ //...// for internal voices and *...* for self talk/thinkng] [Or, as Bruce Banner might say, 'Don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry. ] <><><><><> [GM] You lie down in your padded cell, tormented by conflicting voices in your head, and memories that don't quite come to you, and which you're not sure you want, but know you hate not being able to access. You must have drifted off, because when you wake up, it's totally dark, but you were awakened by someone unlatching the door to your room. As the light comes on, you blink, waiting for your eyes to adjust. Another orderly is coming in, carrying a hypodermic needle. He's gorgeous, tall and blond and broad-shouldered, with a short, military-style haircut. You can tell he's finely muscled and perfectly trim, because his white gown is too small on him, and clings tightly around his chest and shoulders and waist. He moves lithely, like a predatory animal, and you feel a flush of heat as he steps towards you. He pauses immediately, and frowns down at you, obviously confused at something. You glance down and see that the hospital gown clinging to your curvaceous figure is slightly unbuttoned, revealing more than a glimpse of your ample cleavage. This puzzles you for a minute, though you're not sure why. For some reason, you're thinking of Steven, who's always a party pooper and would be telling you to button up your blouse and stop flashing skin at this hunk. As if he ever knew how to have a good time! Mr. Perfect that Mom and Dad always liked better //That's not true!// Shut up, Stevie- hey, this getting pretty weird! <><><><><> Stephy: In the padded cell, he lay furstrated by the lack of memories, and equally afraid for them to come. The sound of the door unlatching wakes her up. She blinks, distracted, almost confused by a sense of ... something. Then she sees the orderly. His reaction confuses her, as does what she sees when she glances down at herself though for the life of her she can not see why. All seems right with what she sees, her wonderful big perfect breasts, her tiny waist, her smooth round not too large hips. *Except these clothes! Yuck! Fashion death! And where'd I put my bra?* *And why am I thinking of Steven, of all things? Party pooper... I'll show whatever I want, whenever I want. Just because Mon and Dad always liked you best, Mr. Perfect...* >//That's not true!// *Shut up, Stevie- hey, this getting pretty weird!*< All this has taken no longer than it took for the orderly to enter the door and begin walking towards her. She smiles, thinks *Yum, yum.*, and shrugs her shoulder just right and takes a deep breath to show her bust off. *Quite Steven. It's my turn. I _love_ the way his uniform... doesn't fit? But, oh my, what a hunk! But, I thought they said no more sedation? When did they?* She was getting the feeling that _something_ was very wrong here, with the orderly, with the shot in his hand, with this place. About the only thing that didn't seem wrong was herself... or did it? Whatever, she was suddenly determined not to let him get near her with that shot. She swung her legs around and under her, arching her back and stretching the night kinks out, purring, emphasizing the lines of incredible body, and said, "Hi there, honey. Who you looking for? What is this place? And what's with the shot? Why don't you put it down and come over here by me?" She patted the bed beside her, her manner blantantly inviting, licked her lips slowly with the tip of her tongue and continued, "I can think a lot more pleasant things I can do with a big strong man like you." <><><><><> [GM] The tall, muscular orderly pauses, then smiles slightly. "Ah, ah..." he says, wagging a finger at you. "That's against hospital rules, I'm afraid." He leans out the door, looking at something on the wall, then steps back inside. "There seems to be a slight mix-up here. I was looking for someone else. Did you get transferred to this room recently? What is your name?" You notice that despite his apparent adherence to the "rules", there's no question that your bare cleavage has caught his eye, and you can see his gaze travelling up and down your body. <><><><><> Stephy: As the 'orderly's' gaze takes in her body, Stephy smiles, thrusting her breasts up and out a little more, sitting up a little to emphasize the line of her waist and hips, "I won't tell, if you won't," she says trying to make her voice breathy and husky. *God, I love your bod, Mr. Hunk!* "I'm Stephy. I think they just put me in here. Someone else was here before, a guy, I think." For some reason, she does not want to mention Steven to this man. She gets up off the bed, stands and _slowly_ rubs her hands up her body from hips over waist to just below breasts, then looks at the 'orderly' from under her half-closed eyelids. She doesn't have to pretend, her own carresses have aroused her and it is obvious through the thin pajamas that her nipples are hardening quite nicely. "Won't you put that needle down and come play with me, you luscious man?" <><><><><> [GM] "Well..." he says, amused, "aren't you quite an aggressive little vixen? Now what did a gorgeous thing like you do to wind up in a nasty place like this?" He takes your hand and says "Perhaps I'll take you anyways...out of the cell, I mean," he adds, as your eyes light up. "The other...taking...will have to wait." "What the HELL are you doing?" snaps a woman wearing a white coat like the one you saw on Dr. Lane earlier. She appears at the door as the orderly begins gently pulling you towards it. Her nametag says "Dr. Jerekuvi", and like the orderly, her clothes don't seem to fit right- hers are too big. She has pale blonde hair and a very young-looking face, pretty except that right now her lips are curled back in a snarl. "We don't have time to play games, Dom! Satisfy your libido some other time!" "Well, where's the damn lunatic we're here for?" he demands of the woman. "This cell has his name on it, but this is who I found inside!" Just then you hear someone yelling "ANOTHER UBER OUT HERE!" from down the hall. Followed a few heartbeats later by automatic gunfire. <><><><><> Stephy: The 'orderly' (puts down the hypo?? and) moves towards her. *Alright! Still got it girl! Oh... he thinks I'm gorgeous! Well, I _am_!* When he takes her hand (assuming no hypo), she moves into him, pressing her body against his, swaying just enough to move her breasts in tiny circles against his chest. The feeling this produces in her nipples brings her a small gasp of pleasure. Her eyes light up when he mentions 'taking her out of here'. She purs and wraps her arms around his necks, moving to kiss him... >"What the HELL are you doing?< *Wha...?* Automatically, her head snaps around to the look at the door. She sees the woman in the doctor's coat with the nametag. "Get your own, doc." She snaps, a little petulently. "This one's all mine." Then she noticed the woman's ill-fitting clothes. "Geez, what _is_ it with you people and clothes? Don't you care that you look like s*** in that tent, honey?..." *Wait a sec...!* She pulls her body back from the 'orderly' a tiny bit, but is reluctant to wrap her arms from his neck. *They can't be...* "Dom?" she says to the 'orderly'. *God! What a cute name!* "You're don't really work..." >"ANOTHER UBER OUT HERE!" from down the hall. Followed a few heartbeats later by automatic gunfire< *Wha...? Fire crackers? No... Oh my GOD!* She _hastily_ disengages from Dom and backs away from both him and the woman. "Who the hell are you people! What is this?!" *Oh my God! There here to kill Steven! Oh no you don't! He may be a dweb, but he's my brother!* Panic blossoming, followed quickly by rising anger, she waits for an answer. She will not wait long... <><><><><> [GM] "I don't know what's going on, but grab her and bring her along until we figure it out!" "Dr. Jerekuvi" snaps to "Dom". "For all we know, this IS Stephen Moore, he could be a shapechanger or an illusionist!" She walks out into the corridor, as the tall blond man moves quickly to your side and curls an arm around your waist. "That would be very disappointing, if such a fantastic body turns out to be an illusion," he says. His grip sends another thrill through you, but it's both exciting and frightening- he's not letting you pull away, and as he begins "escorting" you to the door, you realize he's easily capable of dragging you along with him no matter how hard you resist. His muscles feel like smooth marble under his ill-fitting orderly's outfit. //So DO something about it you brain-dead bimbo!// As you are gently but firmly pulled out into the corridor, you see someone else approaching.