Open RP

[greatoldjohn]

[art courtesy of otterbiscuits @ tumblr]

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[conning]

Neal flinches at the intensity of the growl, at the chest-deep stir of unfamiliar emotions. The emotions of whoever is in this overlapping space with him. Whoever is slowly synching with Neal's footsteps to walk seamlessly after no more than thirty feet. It's somehow even more disorienting to see glimpses of his left foot and hand moving with confidence instead of uncertainty. When they were uncoordinated he could at least pretend the total numbness of his left side was from falling. A intense bruise, minor nerve damage, anything. Now, it's like his body ends in the middle and is supported on the other side by emptiness.

"Neal Caffrey," he says quietly. "I remember that name. I remember my name."

Not much else yet but it's something. Diana is a few steps too far back to hear him murmuring. "Who are you? Why is my body numb?"

[greatoldjohn]

[ You'll remember more in time, though if there's something familiar we could do to jog your memory faster, it would help. ]

They keep walking and John is clearly thinking, not taking the effort to hide that processing from Neal even if he can't see into what the thoughts actually are.

[I told you: my name is John. John Doe. And your body isn't 'numb'. Half of it is under my control. *I* can feel it just fine. ]

[conning]

"I'm not sure."

Art. Art, but that's so wildly unspecific as to be useless.

He stumbles when the voice--John--informs Neal that he's controlling half of his body. "What?"

That's full volume, and Diana takes a couple of quick steps forward to grab Neal's arm and keep him from falling. "What's wrong? Dizzy?"

[greatoldjohn]

[ ...we need to find some privacy. You might need to make something up to give us some time.

See if she can give us a room alone to sit in for a time. That would probably work. ]

[conning]

Neal takes the direction seamlessly, glancing at Diana and not bothering to hide his disorientation. "Is there-- a bathroom, maybe? While you call EMS? I feel like I'm going to be sick."

"Yeah. Yeah, sure, come on." She helps him to the nearest bathroom--one room, no stalls, a lock. Good enough.

As soon as Diana steps away to make the call, Neal closes and locks the door and turns on the overhead fans. He sounds more shaken than he wants to.

"Not the most elegant place for you to explain what the hell is happening, but it'll have to do."