2019-08-06 - Love Will Keep Us Alive

This is all new to Vivian, but she's not wearing heels. She went out of her way to remember to wear flats, because who knows what might actually happen. But she did take in a bit of advice from someone about dressing for the part. Remembering the last conversation with Doctor Marshall, he who should still be dead, she wore a suit. Dark colored, though, just in case.

There is no hesitation to jump, which she might hate herself for later. But she goes, and then looks around like she's very curious about where they are, because, surprise, she is. When they are informed the not-dead might be waiting for them she frowns, but doesn't say anything.

Finding the door to the veil feels far more natural than Easton expected. Somehow he thought that it was going to be a strain or it might take hours and yet, he just knows where to find it. He's dressed for evening in tactical pants over combat boots, with his motorcycle jacket up top covering a shoulder holster. He definitely came armed and even has a spare with Vivian in mind. But he doesn't want to hand her a gun in the bar, and then they arrive in the white room and are greeted?

""Oh. Super. That's really convenient and not at all going to be a terrible thing."

Easton gives the other two a look of 'Here we go' and heads in after the giant pale nurse.

Geoff strides forward through the door, the man dressed for adventure, or rather dressed for a ride on his bike with a thick leather coat, jeans and a black t-shirt. Pushing through into the blank room he lets out a low whistle and runs his fingers back through his hair as he looks around "Well....This doesn't look like a scene from hostel at all." patting at the inside of his jacket he makes sure the knife he'd stashed there is nice and secure before looking to Easton "Well chief, what now?"

"Uuhhh..." Vivian knows this smell. It's hard to forget this smell when you've smelled it before, which doesn't make it get any more pleasant at all. "Thank you." She hurriedly says, moving to try and move through the door, with or without the other two. She is pretty sure she knows what might be on the otherside.

Fingers crossed she doesn't make more mistakes. Nothing could go wrong.

Easton looks surprised when she responds to his quips about this being terrible, he half-turns to Vivian and Geoff to raise his eyebrows with a look of 'Seriously?' And then he stifles a laugh as the nurse shushes Geoff, just because it borders on ridiculous. He expected to be attacked, not shushed. But fine, he will play along, "Yer right. I haven't seen Uncle Monty in years. It'll be great to catch up."

The long walk gives Easton plenty of time to think, mostly about what he learned about how difficult it can be to get out of this realm. He wishes he had more time to prep his team. But sadly, he does not.

At the door, with the smell and the flies Easton just grits his teeth and says, "Of course." Like not letting the bugs out of the room with likely dead bodies rotting is the most logical thing. He lifts his teeshirt over his nose and enters.

Geoff rolls his eyes at the shushing and follows along after Easton, nodding to the nurse and saying amiably "Of course I won't let the bugs out, that'd be fucked up." this is said rather dryly as he fights to keep from making a face at the smell of rotting meat. Tucking his hands into his pockets he then exhales and pushes into that room with a grimace, steeling himself against an assault on the senses .

"This is the office." Yes. It is. Vivian starts to move towards the desk, despite the fact there's a rotting corpse there, because if the logic of this place is what she thinks it is, the keys might be in his pocket still. Or again. That is, until the corpse becomes a reanimated one and she steps, turns and hustles right back the way she just came from, "Nope...nope. Not it."

The dead body isn't a surprise per say but it still comes as a bit of a shock to Easton to see his dead uncle. Of course the horrible smell and buzzing of the flies help him to focus, mostly on not wretching as he looks over the corpse. He appreciates Vivian's efficiency as she's about to rifle through the corpse though and he's nodding along right up until it starts to move. He has his hand in his jacket and the Glock .40 pointed at dearly departed Uncle Monty's head in a flash. He swallows hard and asks, "Any reason not to blow it's head off?" He glances to Geoff or Vivian, hesitant to take his eyes off of Monty. But there is one reason he can think of, what if he can say more than "brrraaaiii...iinnnss"

"Uncle Monty? Where are your keys? And where is the Whitaker girl?" No, in the moment can't remember the last name of the girl Alexander mentioned. Look it's a little stressful.

Geoff stifles a small shudder as that door slams behind him, but what really steals the show is the corpse at the table. Doubly so when the it begins to rise and demand brains, but hey he isn't in the front lines of being consumed by a zombie, no that goes to those in front of him so as long as they're chill he can manage not to jump the gun. Instead he simply keeps his fists balled in his pockets and grits his teeth.

One hand lifts up, a hand tucking beneath her nose, then Vivian drops her hand to her pocket to pull out a tube of Burt's Beeswax, and she puts it around her nostrils before silently holding it out towards Geoff and Easton with a quiet, "I don't have anything more...menthol." It's almost an apology for not having something better to combat the smell with.

"Fuck you. You were always the fuckin' worst." That is language that little Easton would never have been allowed to use around his parents or relatives. Perhaps it explains why he makes such liberal use of any bawdy language now. Maybe. But he does smirk despite himself and add, "Besides, you're already dead. I doubt shooting you would even hurt?" There's a mean streak to the 'joke' that stems from their shared past.

"This is Dr. Glass, she watched you die. And this is Geoff" He looks down at the black blob on the desk and then back up at his uncle with a wince. "We need some information Uncle Monty. And apparently your car keys?" He can't quite keep the question out of his voice at the last part though he tries to keep the inflection away.

Geoff shakes his head at the offer of the Burt's Beeswax, no his attention is on the posh dead man in front of him, examining with a critical gaze. Though as he's introduced, he forces himself to unball his fist and raise a hand in greeting "Hey it's a...It's a pleasure to meet you man." his lips quirking up wryly as he follows with "I heard getting in to meet you was to die for." Geoff proving that humor is at least one way to handle death.

The chapstick gets tucked back into her pocket when no one else bothers to use it, "Your ca..." She starts, then stops, taking a moment before she nods in a way that is clearly going 'right, makes sense' mentally. Even if literally nothing of this actually makes sense. "You'll be wanting to bring your legs with you, I assume?" She was going to rifle through his pockets before, so may as well bite this bullet right away. Now that he clearly doesn't actually want brains she moves back towards the desk for body part collection.

The laughing doesn't surprise Easton per say, one of the weirdest things about his weird uncle was his sense of humor. It makes twisted sense that he would find any or all of this funny. He says, "Okay" to the part about Cecilia being besides herself, and then he realizes it's the car and he looks to Geoff and then back to his duncle (that's dead uncle) and groans, "Why? Is she haunted? I mean seriously, you're a rotting corpse. Give the car to me. Let her ride free and happily with someone with b.. well, one leg anyway." He'd much rather bargain for a car then carry a rotting corpse, even if Vivian is ready to just get the fuck down to business about it.

Geoff brings his finger up to his nose in the universal sign of 'NOT IT' when it comes to the fact that someone is going to have to push the rotting old fellow. Glancing aside to Easton he says "Well, you're his family man. I'd never deprive you of a chance for post mortem bonding." His attention is all too easily stolen by the black goop that is being coughed up. Once again saying aside to Easton "I don't think you have a leg to stand on when it comes to falling apart, bro."

"Doctor Marshall." Vivian greets, because that is the polite thing when someone recognizes you. And you witnessed them dying. She collects the lost legs, and tucks them into the chair with Monty, all without really thinking about what she's doing. There is a quick check to make sure nothing else is lingering, then she grabs the chair to start moving it, "Let's go for a ride then, Doctor." There is a look towards Easton, one that screams he better be hauling ass to that parking lot before she can't handle rotting Monty any more.

Finally tucking his gun away, Easton accepts that this is what is happening. He tries one more time to get a little more information as he opens the door and leads the way. "Are there any patients left here? A Whitaker? Or Whitehouse? Girl..?" He glances at doors as he walks down the hallway, not really sure of where he's going but maybe instinct will work? Maybe.

Geoff looks between Vivian, Easton and decidedly not Monty, "Guys we're going to have to be careful there. I'm betting the nurse ain't gonna be happy if we bring flies out....And honestly I don't really want to see what happens when she's pissed off. This is some silent hill shit going on." glancing down towards Monty finally he says "No offense meant." as if thinking it probably best not to offend the not so walking dead who was with then. Then they are walking and the best course of action is to simply keep pace and keep his eyes peeled, doing his best to keep the insects back as they pass through.

Clearly, though, Vivian knows how this works. No she doesn't. But she's going to tell Easton or Geoff that she doesn't have any idea how their processing method works, she knows how standard patient processing works. Maybe it's the same? Either way she pushes the chair and the rotting corpse on Easton's heels in mostly silence, but for the observation, "I'd still very much like to see it."

Cecelia is very excited to have company. She's been out beneath the sunless sky (or whatever the stuff overhead in this place is called), boredly flipping her visors up and down, blinking her lights on and off. Sometimes, she gets really crazy and the wipers go all flip-swip-flip-swip with a spray of car-Windex onto her windshield. When the door opens, though, she stops goofing around and honks loudly, one long sustained hooooooooooonk then a couple cheery toot-toots to follow. Over here, everyone~!

Having already forgotten the warning about the bugs, Easton is glad that Geoff is the last out the door and mindful of keeping the bugs in, as much as possible. He stalks the halls with a purposeful stride, not worrying that his gate is uneven as he just wants to get the hell out of this place and back to the real world before it goes sideways.

"Okay, I don't belong there. Who does?" Easton only glances back to ask the question before they are looking at yet another door, like all the others. But it feels like the right one. The same way that glimmer people ping his internal gut sense.

"Oh. Good. Your car is happy to see you." Easton notes at the 'greeting' that the car gives. He glances back to Monty and then at Geoff and Vivian. This is not what he expected at all, but also not as bad as he expected? He should probably just keep that to himself.

Geoff walks through the halls in silence, clearly on edge and more then a little concerned about what all is going on around here. He's long since learned not to over think dream-veil logic though, that way lies madness, muttering only "I know I don't belong here....This place feels more like a prison then a hospital." When they cross the threshold into the parking lot, his mouth gapes open slight at the antics of the car, nope he'd never seen this before, lots of things sure, but never an animate car.

"Yes, which I do understand. But you were going to show me, remember?" He was not exactly committed to it. Yet. But he's a corpse? And has a sentient car. Maybe he'll forget that he hadn't fully committed. It's clear that Vivian is at least going to go with this idea that Monty might agree to what she was on about in the first meeting. Either way she's pushing him in the direction of the car, dutifully, really.

Cecelia toot-toots happily, and all her car doors open. Then shut again real-fast and lock, like haha j/k guys - but no seriously, they unlock a second later. The driver's door creaks open, and the lights flash-flash. Pleeeeeeeease someone take her for a ride! The impatience is practically palpable, coming off this poor sentient car stuck in this insane place.

Looking at the car bopping along happily and then back to the animated rotting corpse of his dead uncle Easton's face scrunches up into a confused twist. He shakes his head trying not to get frustrated with the bizarre lack of sense of it all. He asks, "Do you want me to drive? Or does Ceclia do that and you just need to sit in the driver's seat?" How does this work? What is going on? Was he fucking his car? Easton tries to quiet his mind and just agrees, "Yea. Everyone dreams of a relationship just like this."

Geoff takes liberties and runs his hand along the trunk as one might a treasured pet "Aren't you a gorgeous girl, you ready for a ride?" giving the metal a pa he waits to see where the corpse is placed, if it's in the front seat then he takes the back and if it's in the back he's definitely going for shotgun, regardless of who might have called it "She's a great car, hopefully my bike and I can share this bond someday." The way this is said Geoff at least means it half seriously.

Right after Geoff calls her a great car, Cecelia squirts a little more wiper-juice onto her windshield, then swip-swips it off, looking even prettier once that's done. Her owner is falling apart, and she's squirting squashed bugs off herself. Oh well. The bingdle-beep-bingdle-beep noise that her 'door is ajar' notification makes is musically cheerful, let's go go go!

"Doctor Marshall....please." Vivian probably doesn't have to say please what, it's the one and only thing she wants in the entire world, at this point. But she wheels him right over, and picks up the legs to start around to the trunk. Only she's not petting the car. In fact, she's very careful to not comment about Geoff's half serious statement of wanting this kind of relationship with his bike one day. Nope. She's quiet.

Picking up his uncle or what's left of him Easton holds his breath the entire time. He is determined not to think of the texture of the corpse that is falling apart in his arms. He knows what flesh sliding off bone feels like and he is forcing himself to ignore that feeling. He will likely throw up later, but not now. "In you go." He hears Vivian's plea and he wants to ask for more information or ask him to help her but who knows. Suddenly he realizes that he meant to try and take information from the office but forgot in the midst of the awful smell. Geoff's comments get a "I'm sure if you try hard enough, you'll get there."

Geoff discretely goes to roll down the window once they are inside, that is if the car lets him, and doesn't seem /too/ into it "So how far of a drive is this?" once he is trapped in the car with the corpse, that rancid rotting smell and flavor fills the air and his breath catches in the back of his throat, prompting him to scrabble out of the car and double over as he pukes into the parking lot, emptying his stomach of his lunch from earlier "Oh goddamnit...Give me a moment." once he is fairly sure it's over he's crawling back into the car, looking quite a bit green around the gills.

Cecelia aims some of her air-vents at Geoff and rolls the window down on his side, poor Geoff. Then she's got her keys and she's all ready to go! The engine turns over with a rumble, then a sputter, then a sort of huffy noise through her muffler (sigh). She tries this again: the engine turns over with a rumble, then a deeper rumble, and yay, she gets her wheels under her, starting them on a careening, zig-zagging journey down this completely empty highway.

"Take It Easy" pours out of the speakers. Guess the Eagles are big in the Veil?

"So thirteen days from now we'll go to the hospital?" Vivian wonders, giving Geoff a sympathetic look for his stomach issues, then she turns her attention back towards Monty.

"You can take us there?" Easton tries to confirm that this is a possibility even as the Eagles are trying to get him to take it easy. He sits in the back of the car and leans his head towards the window, trying to not give into the visceral desire to vomit everywhere. The words about the map cause a little bit of concern to cross his face, he knows such a thing exists. "Three on thirteen to the left. Not the right." He repeats the words, hoping they might mean something to someone else later if he can keep it straight.

Geoff is riding with his eyes closed, doing his damnedest not to barf again as he focuses on the fresh air blowing against his face and the movement of the car, not that smell they are riding with "Three on thirteen to the left, not the right. Go it." he sounds distinctly unsure of what that could mean, but meaning is less important the fact that it is remembered.

"I know, Doctor Marshall. You've said that a few times now, and I promise you that I do understand, and absolve you of any responsibility should the worst occur." Vivian assures the corpse, but really she's more than happy to get out of the car when she pulls to a stop, a hand moving to pat the hood almost in quiet thanks for the ride.

Easton takes the note and is happy to let Vivian reassure the doctor that they are aware of the possible consequences. He tucks the note in his pocket and then notices how different the landscape is. Getting out of the stopped car he looks up at the sign and mutters "Cute" at the Eagles' theme. He is glad to be out of the car though, even if he knows he's going to have to burn these clothes. Maybe even his jacket.

Geoff gets out of the car with all alacrity and scrambles to end up beside the other two. With a wrinkle of his nose he sniffs and look around "Hey do you guys smell colitas around here?" tongue brushing over his teeth he muses "Well whatever it is, it smells pretty dank." Looking towards Vivian he asks seriously "Think you can handle this, doc?"

"Handle what?" Vivian wonders, glancing at Geoff, but she leans back out of the way of potential vomit breath. One hand lifts upwards to give the car a wave, then she stops, staring at her hand like she realizes suddenly just how stupid that looks. "So how do we get home?"

"What the fuck even is colitas?" Easton knows the lyric, but has no idea what it means. He can feel the door calling to him and since he's pretty sure he doesn't have to be as intimate with the door as his uncle was with that car he's fine with answering that call. He can feel the pre-vomiting rush of saliva in his mouth and he spits some into the dirt. In answer to Vivian's question he says, "I think I know?" He sighs and heads for the door to the motel, pausing for just a moment before turning the handle and pulling it open.

"Weed." Geoff responds as he moves to follow after Easton, with a frown that says he's expecting the worst after going through this door "Heard that colitas was actually slang for some sort of weed. Which after tonight, I don't think I'd mind hitting a joint." the man glancing back towards the tail lights of the retreating car.

"I don't smoke." Because that is obviously what Vivian is assuming that any of this means, "It's little tails in Spanish, to be exact." Colitas, that is. But to her it's just little tails. "It looks like you've a choice, Mister Marshall." She observes once they are in the hallway with the three doors.

"Shit. There's always a test." Easton's been silently prepping for this since his earlier conversation with Maddie at the ammunition store. He's glad to have run into her not that it changes much about the situation. He grumbles, "Can't we at least Monty Hall this bitch and get one eliminated? Because then you switch doors." Look game theory and probability comes in handy sometimes. He points at the first door and says, "Nope." But then looking between the 'Two if by See' and 'Back' he says, "I don't know. I'd say 'Back' only because it doesn't follow the pattern of the other two which feel like bizarro world options."

Geoff crosses his arms as he looks at the door for a long few moments before deciding "Well I'll be fucked, I don't got the first clue about which door it should be...Only thing I can think of is what the old dead dude was shouting about three on thirtheen to the left." gesturing to the third door he says "That's three....But he wasn't exactly giving us advice about the hotel I don't think."