Thursday - 9/01/2022 - 5:46 PM
The Solarium
Last night had been.... not at all what she had expected. It left her with a lot on her mind, and the absolute desire to not deal with it. So Sibyl spent the day at work, focused on keeping busy in every way possible. The store was probably clean from top to bottom by the time she decided to call it a day, and slink off from Pawfee Break. She grabbed her field kit from up stairs, along with her tablet, and took off.
She stopped for curry on the way to the Solarium, and didn't waste much time in coming to find her favorite little place there. Where the hive of bumblecats seemed to favor there. She may or may not have catnip in her pocket, because she wanted to test something. It's there, perched in the grass that she's probably been for the past 30 minutes, that the scientist can be found.
She's got a half eaten bowl of curry set aside, and her tablet in her hand, pen out and tucked between fingers. She's not drawing yet, but she's watching, amused as the bumblecats roll and frolic in the flowers she scattered with catnip. This was definitely the serotonin hit that she was craving.
Wren had skipped work, the night before, it had left them with a lot on their mind. They hadn't reached out to either Pimm or Sibs all day directly, choosing instead to hide, to remember who they had to be.
It may have been a surprise when the shapeshifter, in their femme form, was found perched in a tree, watching the scientist with the bumblecats, not yet speaking.
Honestly, Sibyl probably didn't notice them for a moment, more intent on her little friends than anything else. It's when she decided she needed to take a moment and stretch, that she noticed Wren perched in a tree, watching her. He'd not texted all day. Called off work. Made it pretty damn obvious that they were avoiding her. So why were they here now. She frowned a touch. "Hi." Simple greeting.
"Hey..." The amber eyed fae slipped from the tree, ignoring the catnip, watching her for a moment. She hadn't called or texted either, "Something wrong?"
"I dunno. You done avoiding me now?" She arched a brow as she asked that. As she waited for a response, she tucked her tablet pen away, and traded the tablet for her curry. She watched them as she poked more food in her mouth.
They tilted their head, "I was following Pimm, ensuring she was ok," The tone was hollow, cold, accusatory. They took steps forward, the gait off... as if breaking in a pair of new shoes, "You could have texted to you know."
"Yeah, But I figured you just wanted space. " Something felt off about Wren, uncomfortably so. "Are you okay, Wren?" Sure, she's not sure what the hell was up between them, but it still didn't change the fact that his current behavior was off.
"You always jump to conclusions, doesn't surprise me." They stopped a couple feet away from Sibs, "Pushing people away and not communicating cause of it, no wonder that fight with... Anni was it? Happened..."
Whatever... uncertain feelings she had were only furthered when Wren uttered those cutting words. Then they followed up with words about Anni. It's very obvious that the hurt cuts deep by the way her features pull down. "If you're just going to stand here and make me feel shitty about my past you can fucking leave. I know I fucked up with Anni. I'm tired. " Then she scowled at him.
Wren huffed slightly and crossed their arms, "It's about what you want only hmm..." Their outfit was the same from the night before, the date that had so much pain already, "So is this..." They gestured down, "So is all of this, isn't it, it's why they caught Prom too."
"I never said that. I'm just not in the mood to have my mistakes picked apart and thrown into my face." There's a frown when Wren mentioned Prom too. The lid to her food was returned, and the food set aside.
They tilted their head, “You gonna push me away too?”
"I don't want to." This is spoken as her attention dropped away from them and to the grass.
Wren stepped back and away, “Yet where were you?” A beat, “Especially since you aren’t comfortable with me being me.”
"Giving you space. I thought-..." She stopped. She's jumping to conclusions again, wasn't she? "That's --" it wasn't true. But she could see how he would assume that.
“You asked me to shift.” A head tilt, “You asked me not to be me.”
"That's not what--" There's a beat and a frown. She hadn't been trying to make him feel that way. "I'm sorry."
“That’s not what you did?” A beat, “That’s not what you meant?” Another, “Then why did you say it?”
"I panicked. I've never actually done much interacting with male bodies. I really wasn't trying to make you feel..." A beat, before she gestures to them.
“Hmph,” a beat, “you sure that’s all it was? Not trying to make me self conscious and push me away…” a beat, “Like your precious sister…?”
Confusion bloomed across her features. She's not mentioned much of anything about her sister to Wren. Just that she had one. And she wasn't around. "You don't know what you're talking about. "
An eyebrow went up, “So you didn’t isolate Silo until your pops shot her?”
This wasn’t Wren.
That thought could be seen registering on her face when he asked that. She never told him what happened to her sister. Her honey brown have narrowed on them. Instead of entertaining it with a response she stays quiet.
They stepped closer, grabbing her by the chin, “You didn’t answer the question Sibs.”
"I don't owe you anything." She hissed the words when fingers found her chin. There's a split second, before she aimed to pull back from their grasp. Then without any warning, she jerked her head forward, aiming to make contact of her forehead with Wren's nose.
In that moment she jerked forward, 310 revealed their face, a writhing mass of malformed appendages, a writhing mass Sibs head has moving straight for.
Whelp. She tried when she realized what she was trying to headbutt to not do the headbutting. Too bad she realized what it was a little too late.
Tendrils reached out, grabbing Sibs face and pulling it closer... aiming to breathe gas into it, to knock out the scientist.
"Shit." That's said, before her fingers are moving, grasping, desperately trying to find some part of it that's soft enough to dig her fingers into. Yes. The scientist was absolutely terrified, it showed in the struggling noises that escaped her and panic in her eyes, even as the creature breathed into her face. what she hadn't been expecting was the wave of woozy that followed.
The creature let go as she stumbled, letting her drop to the ground, adopting her own face, her own voice, "It'll be over soon enough."
Soon enough, her own face was staring back at her. Maybe she was hallucinating? Maybe it had something to do with the fact that the world's spinning around her. her own voice spoke to her. It spoke words that she had quite often used in an attempt to soothe those the foundation had her study. That was the last coherent thought that she had, before the rubber her legs had become gave out, and she collapsed in a heap on the ground.
Effectively, Sibyl was knocked out.
It waited a mere moment, before "Sibyl" turned and walked away, leaving her to wonder what it did when she woke up.
What Sibyl was unaware of, until much later, was how Jackson arrived mere moments after she had fallen unconscious and contacted the hospital. And along with the hospital, most likely Prometheus and Haru as well. They were listed as her emergency contacts in her phone. It was there, a few hours later that she'd wake, lost and disoriented.
SCP - 0666
Re: SCP - 0666
Friday - 9/02/2022 - 9:39 AM
Rhy'din General Hospital - Psychiatric Ward
It sucked when no one actually believed you when telling the truth. That's what the past fourteen-ish hours had been for Sibyl. The meeting with the psych doc had proved useless. He just upped her meds, and sent her on her merry way. Gave her boosters to supplement what she had taken this morning with breakfast. Then he shuffled her off to leave for group therapy, then lunch was after. Sibyl was absolutely living for lunch. Wren at the very least was coming, and he was bringing her food that wasn't hospital food.
It's that thought that she kept in mind as she trudged her way down the hall to the mind numbing monotony of group therapy.
It was a young woman walking down the hall. A face familiar to Sibyl, but one she hadn't seen in a while. Anni approached with the click of heels, dressed in a pencil skirt and loose blouse, "I am here to see my fiancee?" She greeted pleasantly, "Sibyl Kinton?"
Sibyl paused when she heard a voice she's not heard in a very long while. A voice speaking her name. Almost immediately, her attention shifted down the hall, to the front desk. Anni. The woman was facing away from her, strawberry blonde hair bright in the sunlight. Sibyl felt like there was a hand squeezing all the air from her lungs.
Why, of all the people to be there, was it Anni? Part of her wanted to run and run far, to make a scene to not have to deal with her. The part that won though, was the one that had her surging forward towards her. "Anni." Her name came softly, like she's half convinced that the woman's going to disappear.
The nurse was about to respond when Sibyl announced herself. She turned to smile warmly at her, "Hey Sibs... It's been a while." her tone was quiet, awkward. She likely seemed different, the years having changed the woman.
"A while, yeah. I-" Her voice wavered. It's been a long while. The last time she had seen the woman. it hadn't ended on a good note. And Sibyl ran and threw herself into work. This woman, at one time, had been everything to her. "Why are you here? How.. I never thought you'd end up here."
Anni moved past the desk towards Sibyl, "The foundation." her voice lilted slightly, her hands fidgeting as she looked to the other, "They explained, found me and explained, they figured I would let go easier if I knew, then they told me... you were here, and struggling."
Mention of the foundation has her fixing the woman with an almost deer-like stare. The heavy meds humming through her system most certainly wasn't helping. If the foundation brought Anni here, there was an ulterior motive. "I'm fine. I'm not struggling really I just--... They didn't believe the truth when I told it, and decided it was safer to put me in here." Because she already had an extensive history in and out of the Psych ward.
"Babe..." A hand reaches up for her cheek, "You should have told me what was going on, you know I would have helped you, you don't need to go all supernova and burn everyone around you."
Somewhere, deep in the back of her head, something told her there was something so very wrong. Too bad the scientist was full of drugs. She leaned into the hand that found her cheek. "The foundation told me I couldn't have relationships. That it could lead to information breaches. And I couldn't hold you back from your career." She sucked in a deep breath. "It was easier for me to make you hate me, than for me to find flaws in you to the point of me hating you."
"... You made the choices without talking to me... you made the assumptions I wouldn't sacrifice for our future, and yet I am here, for you." Her tone turned cold, "The same foundation sent me to you."
"I didn't want to ruin your life." That's admitted softly. Maybe it was a selfish reason, maybe it wasn't. She watched her for a moment, and struggled with herself, before she pulled away from her hand. "I don't understand why they would. Unless they have an ulterior motive."
Anni dropped her hand and tilted her head, "Come on Supernova, maybe they just wanted to make sure you were ok, they said a... Dell Matif...? Was worried about you, a commander of some sort."
"I live with him. He's my roommate. He know's I'm fine." It's still jarring to hear Prom called by his government name. "The Foundation is not something you can trust, Anni. They don't just do stuff or worry about the things they deem dangerous." She leveled a look at the woman. "I won't go back. They'll just stick me in a cell again till they need me."
"A lots happened in the five years I've not seen you."
"Roommate hmm...?" she tilted her head, "All the foundation wants is to ensure Humanity's survival, how can you share your life with so many anomalies, putting your kind, my kind, in danger," A beat, "I know, you and your... cat things."
"Yes, Anni. Roommates, and not in the historical sense." She snorts softly, before she looks Anni dead in the eyes. "I'm an anomaly myself. Why wouldn't I?" She narrowed her gaze on the woman. "They're not things, thank you."
"Hmm, so you're not banging him and the cats? You seem to have forgotten who you claim to be, so it wouldn't surprise me." a beat, "Because you used to be so much better than fraternizing with beasts, you used to experiment on them after all!" She Shouldn't know that.
Something Anni said had a mild panic building down in her chest somewhere. It was a prod at something she was already.... trying to figure out, and it didn't help her state of mind one bit. Addressing that identity crisis was a later Sibyl problem. "Who told you that, Anni?" Her gaze narrowed on the woman.
"I told you, the foundation contacted me." Where had any shred of kindness gone?
"Why? Why would they contact you? Why would they tell you all this?" She scowled for a moment. "I did as the foundation instructed. Ran tests, studied. Poked at what they wanted me to poke at. I thought I was doing my job." There's a beat, before she stepped back from the woman.
She stepped back, "Clearly you have no intention of coming home, so go find your little cat boy you're sleeping with, unless of course... he doesn't want you." She turned, walking towards the door, nothing but cruelty on her lips.
"I thought you would have moved on by now...." She paused, and unbidden, tears swam in her eyes, burning the backs of them. "Come home and what? Try to fix something I'm not even sure would work anymore?" She's so ignoring the digs on her, pertaining to Wren. Wren was complicated.
"Come home and do your duty, keep your promise." A beat, "Besides, the cats clearly want each other more than you, how long do you think they'll keep putting up with you?"
Keep your promise. So many times before Anni had said those words. As a reminder to ground herself. For all the little promises she made in the swing of her highs, when the lows tried to drown her. Anni spoke on Wren and Pimm, and her thoughts ticked to the other night when Pimm had just appeared, strung out, and a wreck. How she did nothing but ask for Wren, half out of it. It's rather clear that struck a nerve or three. Especially since she didn't vocalize much of an answer... Just a muffled struggle with her lungs as she tried her hardest to not start that weird hiccuping sobbing that was hard to stop once it started.
"You d-don't know anything, Anni." Spoken like she actually did.
"Clearly I do, you have a place at home if you decide to come back, to not wait for them to abandon you." And with that, she whisked out the door, the flicker of the illusion fading for only a second.
It may have been the tears in her eyes, or the fact that she wanted to focus on anywhere but Anni, but that flicker of the illusion? Sibs half wonders if it was just a trick of the light. It's not until the woman was gone, that a sob finally bubbled up, and spilled over. Anni. The woman who had such a way of drawing her back in. Anni, who she wanted to start a life with at one point.
Whichever nurses came to try and help her, Sibyl pushed at, before she's scrambling for her room, where she could cry in semi-privacy.
Rhy'din General Hospital - Psychiatric Ward
It sucked when no one actually believed you when telling the truth. That's what the past fourteen-ish hours had been for Sibyl. The meeting with the psych doc had proved useless. He just upped her meds, and sent her on her merry way. Gave her boosters to supplement what she had taken this morning with breakfast. Then he shuffled her off to leave for group therapy, then lunch was after. Sibyl was absolutely living for lunch. Wren at the very least was coming, and he was bringing her food that wasn't hospital food.
It's that thought that she kept in mind as she trudged her way down the hall to the mind numbing monotony of group therapy.
It was a young woman walking down the hall. A face familiar to Sibyl, but one she hadn't seen in a while. Anni approached with the click of heels, dressed in a pencil skirt and loose blouse, "I am here to see my fiancee?" She greeted pleasantly, "Sibyl Kinton?"
Sibyl paused when she heard a voice she's not heard in a very long while. A voice speaking her name. Almost immediately, her attention shifted down the hall, to the front desk. Anni. The woman was facing away from her, strawberry blonde hair bright in the sunlight. Sibyl felt like there was a hand squeezing all the air from her lungs.
Why, of all the people to be there, was it Anni? Part of her wanted to run and run far, to make a scene to not have to deal with her. The part that won though, was the one that had her surging forward towards her. "Anni." Her name came softly, like she's half convinced that the woman's going to disappear.
The nurse was about to respond when Sibyl announced herself. She turned to smile warmly at her, "Hey Sibs... It's been a while." her tone was quiet, awkward. She likely seemed different, the years having changed the woman.
"A while, yeah. I-" Her voice wavered. It's been a long while. The last time she had seen the woman. it hadn't ended on a good note. And Sibyl ran and threw herself into work. This woman, at one time, had been everything to her. "Why are you here? How.. I never thought you'd end up here."
Anni moved past the desk towards Sibyl, "The foundation." her voice lilted slightly, her hands fidgeting as she looked to the other, "They explained, found me and explained, they figured I would let go easier if I knew, then they told me... you were here, and struggling."
Mention of the foundation has her fixing the woman with an almost deer-like stare. The heavy meds humming through her system most certainly wasn't helping. If the foundation brought Anni here, there was an ulterior motive. "I'm fine. I'm not struggling really I just--... They didn't believe the truth when I told it, and decided it was safer to put me in here." Because she already had an extensive history in and out of the Psych ward.
"Babe..." A hand reaches up for her cheek, "You should have told me what was going on, you know I would have helped you, you don't need to go all supernova and burn everyone around you."
Somewhere, deep in the back of her head, something told her there was something so very wrong. Too bad the scientist was full of drugs. She leaned into the hand that found her cheek. "The foundation told me I couldn't have relationships. That it could lead to information breaches. And I couldn't hold you back from your career." She sucked in a deep breath. "It was easier for me to make you hate me, than for me to find flaws in you to the point of me hating you."
"... You made the choices without talking to me... you made the assumptions I wouldn't sacrifice for our future, and yet I am here, for you." Her tone turned cold, "The same foundation sent me to you."
"I didn't want to ruin your life." That's admitted softly. Maybe it was a selfish reason, maybe it wasn't. She watched her for a moment, and struggled with herself, before she pulled away from her hand. "I don't understand why they would. Unless they have an ulterior motive."
Anni dropped her hand and tilted her head, "Come on Supernova, maybe they just wanted to make sure you were ok, they said a... Dell Matif...? Was worried about you, a commander of some sort."
"I live with him. He's my roommate. He know's I'm fine." It's still jarring to hear Prom called by his government name. "The Foundation is not something you can trust, Anni. They don't just do stuff or worry about the things they deem dangerous." She leveled a look at the woman. "I won't go back. They'll just stick me in a cell again till they need me."
"A lots happened in the five years I've not seen you."
"Roommate hmm...?" she tilted her head, "All the foundation wants is to ensure Humanity's survival, how can you share your life with so many anomalies, putting your kind, my kind, in danger," A beat, "I know, you and your... cat things."
"Yes, Anni. Roommates, and not in the historical sense." She snorts softly, before she looks Anni dead in the eyes. "I'm an anomaly myself. Why wouldn't I?" She narrowed her gaze on the woman. "They're not things, thank you."
"Hmm, so you're not banging him and the cats? You seem to have forgotten who you claim to be, so it wouldn't surprise me." a beat, "Because you used to be so much better than fraternizing with beasts, you used to experiment on them after all!" She Shouldn't know that.
Something Anni said had a mild panic building down in her chest somewhere. It was a prod at something she was already.... trying to figure out, and it didn't help her state of mind one bit. Addressing that identity crisis was a later Sibyl problem. "Who told you that, Anni?" Her gaze narrowed on the woman.
"I told you, the foundation contacted me." Where had any shred of kindness gone?
"Why? Why would they contact you? Why would they tell you all this?" She scowled for a moment. "I did as the foundation instructed. Ran tests, studied. Poked at what they wanted me to poke at. I thought I was doing my job." There's a beat, before she stepped back from the woman.
She stepped back, "Clearly you have no intention of coming home, so go find your little cat boy you're sleeping with, unless of course... he doesn't want you." She turned, walking towards the door, nothing but cruelty on her lips.
"I thought you would have moved on by now...." She paused, and unbidden, tears swam in her eyes, burning the backs of them. "Come home and what? Try to fix something I'm not even sure would work anymore?" She's so ignoring the digs on her, pertaining to Wren. Wren was complicated.
"Come home and do your duty, keep your promise." A beat, "Besides, the cats clearly want each other more than you, how long do you think they'll keep putting up with you?"
Keep your promise. So many times before Anni had said those words. As a reminder to ground herself. For all the little promises she made in the swing of her highs, when the lows tried to drown her. Anni spoke on Wren and Pimm, and her thoughts ticked to the other night when Pimm had just appeared, strung out, and a wreck. How she did nothing but ask for Wren, half out of it. It's rather clear that struck a nerve or three. Especially since she didn't vocalize much of an answer... Just a muffled struggle with her lungs as she tried her hardest to not start that weird hiccuping sobbing that was hard to stop once it started.
"You d-don't know anything, Anni." Spoken like she actually did.
"Clearly I do, you have a place at home if you decide to come back, to not wait for them to abandon you." And with that, she whisked out the door, the flicker of the illusion fading for only a second.
It may have been the tears in her eyes, or the fact that she wanted to focus on anywhere but Anni, but that flicker of the illusion? Sibs half wonders if it was just a trick of the light. It's not until the woman was gone, that a sob finally bubbled up, and spilled over. Anni. The woman who had such a way of drawing her back in. Anni, who she wanted to start a life with at one point.
Whichever nurses came to try and help her, Sibyl pushed at, before she's scrambling for her room, where she could cry in semi-privacy.
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