Yttermayn's Infractus Experiment IC

[Yttermayn]

Gorge became aware of the silence around him first. He had been staring into his coffee, a black pit swirling and steaming. He wasn't sure how long he'd been sitting there, like that. He couldn't remember what he had been thinking about. He couldn't fathom what had ensnared his mind so thoroughly that he completely lost track of where he was, and of time's passage.
Gorge looked up. He was alone inside the ramshackle church he and the villagers had constructed from whatever was handy. Salvaged tin for the roof, plywood and chipboard and greenhouse fiberglass sheets for the walls. Studs were also salvaged, or roughly hewn from local trees. None of those blessed villagers were in here now.
The silence outside bothered Gorge in a deep and terrifying way.

 

[Yttermayn]

After a couple more songs and Billies first few sips of his last few drops from his flask, the intern showed up outside the door to the booth. The kid looked nervous and figety. He had a couple of items in brown paper bags and was preactically doing the pee-pee dance out there. A message popped up on one of his computer screens- a report from the stations news hound. It had been marked 'optional', so it was up to Billy to fit it into his broadcast if he so desired. A brief scan of it's contents showed Billy that the info had been picked up on a police scanner. 'Shots fired near some warehouses, anonymous report of injury or death. Not near a major throughfare, so report at your discretion.' said the note from the news hound.

 

[Scott DeWar]

Jorge jumped and then looked about taking in the surroundings about him. Beads of sweat formed on his brow and he tried to remember the most basic of questions : Que es la dia?

then a moment later, before he can answer himself the first question, he asks himself: Donde yo? . . . what is the day, and where is he?

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Holy sheeeeut! I thought you was dead, Phil!" came a voice from a nearby alley. Phil spotted an acquaintance of his, Dogjaws, peering out at him from behind a tall stack of pallets. Dogjaws got his unfortunate nickname after his jaw was broken and was never properly set. He endured months of pain living on the streets while the mandible healed crooked, but he was a tough bastard and pulled through. It had all happened some time before Phil knew him, and he had never known the man by any other name.

"Yeah I thought I would be. They shot me some paint balls or something..." Phil looks at his hands. "I smashed the fuing bastard's window with my sap, hah." Then he remembered his can of peaches."Won't you have something to open this, Dogjaw?"

 

[Leif]

Dr. Billy Saturn

After a couple more songs and Billies first few sips of his last few drops from his flask, the intern showed up outside the door to the booth. The kid looked nervous and figety. He had a couple of items in brown paper bags and was preactically doing the pee-pee dance out there. A message popped up on one of his computer screens- a report from the stations news hound. It had been marked 'optional', so it was up to Billy to fit it into his broadcast if he so desired. A brief scan of it's contents showed Billy that the info had been picked up on a police scanner. 'Shots fired near some warehouses, anonymous report of injury or death. Not near a major throughfare, so report at your discretion.' said the note from the news hound.

Billy, noting the 'optional' nature of the report, elects to not unduly alarm his listeners with such a sketchy item. He thinks, "Now if they had some concrete details to go with this 'story,' I might just issue a challenge to see how many rockers I could get to interfere with police operations over there!" At the end of this song, Billy starts "The Battle of Evermore" by Led Zeppelin, with no introduction, just a seamless segue into the new, and very long song. Having bought himself about seven minutes, Billy ducks out to see what his intern is pi##ing about. "What's up? Bathroom occupied? You got my smokes and libations, didn't you?"

 

[Yttermayn]

Jorge jumped and then looked about taking in the surroundings about him. Beads of sweat formed on his brow and he tried to remember the most basic of questions : Que es la dia?

then a moment later, before he can answer himself the first question, he asks himself: Donde yo? . . . what is the day, and where is he?

Jorge struggled to focus his thoughts on his current time and place. The answers felt both ephemeral and obvious at the same time. He was inside the church that he and his parishioners had built in Colina, and the sun was streaming in through the windows and gaps around the door. Jorge noticed curious, wavering shadows making the sunlight coming inside flicker and reappear. The silence and those shadows fed into Jorge's fear. He felt an impulse drawing him toward the door.

 

[Yttermayn]

"Yeah I thought I would be. They shot me some paint balls or something..." Phil looks at his hands. "I smashed the fuing bastard's window with my sap, hah." Then he remembered his can of peaches."Won't you have something to open this, Dogjaw?"

Phil's harrowing encounter seemed completely wiped form Dogjaw's mind at the mention of food. He cocked his head a little and peered at Phil, one eyebrow raised over a slightly bulging eye. Phil imagined that DJ thought he looked shrewd when he did this. However, the expression really only gave Phil the impression that the man was trying to shoot his eyeball out without shitting himself in the process. The next words that came from Dogjaws misaligned lips were completely unsurprising. "Well maybe I do and maybe I don't. Kinda depends on where some of them peaches end up, if you get me."

 

[Yttermayn]

Billy, noting the 'optional' nature of the report, elects to not unduly alarm his listeners with such a sketchy item. He thinks, "Now if they had some concrete details to go with this 'story,' I might just issue a challenge to see how many rockers I could get to interfere with police operations over there!" At the end of this song, Billy starts "The Battle of Evermore" by Led Zeppelin, with no introduction, just a seamless segue into the new, and very long song. Having bought himself about seven minutes, Billy ducks out to see what his intern is pi##ing about. "What's up? Bathroom occupied? You got my smokes and libations, didn't you?"

"Yes, yes! Here!" the intern shoved a couple of brown paper bags at Billy, one tall and narrow, another small and rectangular. The kid actually seemed relieved to be rid of the items. "You brought these from home, oK? Yeah, you brought them from home." he said in a low voice.

 

[Leif]

Dr. Billy Saturn

"Yes, yes! Here!" the intern shoved a couple of brown paper bags at Billy, one tall and narrow, another small and rectangular. The kid actually seemed relieved to be rid of the items. "You brought these from home, oK? Yeah, you brought them from home." he said in a low voice.

"Sure, Tommy, whatever. Say, just what in the name of the sainted Jimi Hendrix is going on around here anyway? Did I miss another memo?"

 

[Voda Vosa]

Phil's now half opened eyes stared at Dogjaw with no surprise at all. "Fine, you get 1/4 of the peaches." he finally says after considering.