If you'd like to apply to Snowblind and would like to test the waters first or get a sample set up for your application, this meme is for you! We've even provided some prompts for you to use if you want (but feel free to make up your own). Here's how it works.
✭ Reply to this entry with a character you're considering apping into the game. You can include the name of your character and the fandom in your subject line. ✭ Comment around to others on the meme, whether you're in the game already or not. ✭ Now you have a sample ready for your application! ✭ So go reserve and apply when reservations and applications are open. ✭ Seriously, do it.
Network Prompts
ONE: IT WON'T BE LONG NOW... Well, you made a mistake. You spent too long searching around, or you ran outside near the end of the day for just one more thing, and now you've been locked out. You can search around all you want, but the best shelter you can hope for is pressing against the side of a sealed up building. You do still have your tablet, though. Maybe someone on the network can give you some advice, or at least some comfort while you wait for hypothermia to set in.
TWO: CABIN FEVER Maybe you didn't want that mistake of getting caught outside to happen again, but now you've ended up staying too long in one location, and cabin fever has set in. Maybe you're taking to the network to try and ignore the hallucinations. Maybe you want to tell everyone that you've figured out they're all in on your kidnapping. Maybe you ended up wandering off and now you'd really like to know if anyone can check back in the place you were at for your pants.
Action Prompts
THREE: AN UNEXPECTED MEETING You're going about your business searching what seems like it might be an especially promising house--it's fully intact and there's even a working fireplace with some wood! It looks like someone else has the same idea, though, and you've run into them in the middle of your search. Do you share the potential wealth or try to kick them out? On the other hand, maybe you know who this is, or maybe you're just glad to actually see another person for the first time in ages.
FOUR: GOOD MORGUE-NING You've just woken up in a morgue after dying in one unfortunate way or another. You have no idea where you are beyond that, but your tablet is insisting you can't stay here, so you should probably get out of here pretty quickly. Of course, bringing people back from the dead isn't a perfect science, so you're missing something important to you. Maybe you've lost your voice, maybe you can't remember where you're from, maybe you can't remember where you are right now. It looks like someone else is nearby, though. Maybe they can help you out?
[Snowdin, the forest around it... somehow they'd managed to get through both in nothing but an old sweater, and not a very thick one at that. Somehow, despite the snow and frozen air... it wasn't that hard to ignore, back then.
This is different. They still don't have much more than a sweater, and the heat is leeching out of it faster than they would have thought possible. The hardest part though is the silence. There's no monsters down here. No Snowdrakes telling bad puns or Lesser Dogs wanting to be petted and even Jerry being... Jerry. Not to mention all the others that they'd grown used to having around, before Nobinfury.
Maybe they can't help the cold. They've been here long enough that others have tried to make that point numerous times. But they can try, feeling their way around buildings, looking for cracks or crevices or somewhere they can take some kind of shelter.
If nothing else though, they can help the silence, while they looked. Their hands are shaking as they pull out their tablet; there's a tremor in their voice too.]
D-does anybody know any good jokes?
[Puns made them think of Sans, and Toriel. And how much Papyrus hated those jokes.]
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[If they're startled to see someone else arrive, it doesn't last long. The wood is already set up near the fireplace, ready to be started later when things start cooling down. For now, they're digging through the rest of the rooms, looking for anything else that might be useful.
But another face... that was maybe one of the better things to find (or have find them, as the case may be), depending.]
Hey. [a beat] Did you want to stay?
[They're a bit cautious. Pacifism didn't mean naivety, and with supplies as scarce as they were in this place, it wouldn't be surprising if not everyone was nice about it. But they'll still take that chance, if the other will let them.]
[[ooc; let me know if you're okay with spoilers!]]
[Rydia was exhausted when she entered in what she expected to be an empty house: The weather outside wasn't the best and most of her day had been a frustrating walk in the snow, all she wanted was a good place to sleep in and, maybe, find a couple of supplies... she didn't expect to find a child. This place- it kidnapped kids now? Sweet Asura...]
Oh, hey... [She carefully took a step back, ready to run outside if necessary (She learnt to her expences that dying of exposure, alone, was way better than being killed and having her belongings stolen. And maybe the kid wasn't alone...), and kept an hand on her basket. No, the house seemed empty otherwise, maybe she really was just in front of a child in need.]
...
Well, that was the plan, I don't think I'd manage to reach another house before lockdown. I hope you don't mind...
[I'm more than ok with spoilers, I even roleplay as Toriel somewhere else...]
Um... [That little... human thing sure does sound scared. They'll be treated to the face of a fox, smiling as best she can.] Sure as you like! I got a lot of jokes. You know hares? They got some funny sayings. [Tamarack clears her throat and puts on her best harespeak impression.]
'To scoff or not to scoff, that is the question. For if I scoff too much, I'll get indigestion, don'cha know?'
[It... may be an acquired sense of humor she has, but there's certainly a pun in there.]
[That voice didn't set him on edge like it should have. In fact, Sans didn't recognize that voice at all, because the child he knew never said a word. Only ever stared forward, lacking all emotion in their expression, lacking all compassion.
So, without even hesitating, Sans responded.]
why was the skeleton so cranky?
[ooc: obviously okay with spoilers! sorry it took me so long to get in on this haha. worst end sans, of course~]
[1] [Zidane knew he should have gone back when he had the chance, now he's looked out of the shelter.]
Damnit..
[A kick at the snow, he has no one to blame but himself. He slides against the wall, pulling his knees to his chest. His tail wraps around himself too, every little bit of warmth helps.
He lets out a breath and he can see the slight fog from it. He didn't ask to be here, dang it.
He pulls out the communication device and flicks it on.]
Anyone know any stories? [Normally, he's the one to tell stories, but he needs something to focus on.]
[3] [The house that Zidane stumbled upon seems to be empty... or is it? If there is someone else there, he doesn't see them at first.
Either way, he's going from room to room and scooping out the place.]
[ooc; Sorry about the shortness of 3, I'm leaving it open as much as I can!]
[She was about to check the house she was locked in in search of supplies but as soon as she realized someone could use some company Rydia just decided to check later what was in the building. After all she had the whole night in front of her and the man, whoever he was, had only... minutes left.]
Of course! [The reply was audio only, she couldn't bear to watch people die] Have you ever heard of Odin? Probably not, it's a Soul of my world, but... [She coughed] Long ago, in the world's largest and strongest country lived the fairest of all kings. He was kind, patient and strong, everyone in Baron loved him... but he had no heir. Fearing that his reign would be teared apart by intrnal fights to succeed him, Odin adopted two orphans, both sons of people he loved like brothers who passed away... [To be honest she knew little about Kain and Cecil's father but Odin narrated her some interesting bits. And considering she didn't know so many 'human' stories...]
[Hiro's also scavenging, searching for anything that might be remotely useful, any tech, any potential ingredients to use for making bombs to possibly help blow up a hole in the wall surrounding, or blast open a locked door to force entry.
But he's also constantly on guard, given the monsters. So when he hears Zidane, unable to see too well given the lack of lighting, he just instinctively approaches cautiously and tries to smack him over the head with his broom.
It's something. Though likely if Zidane really was a monster, that would probably only piss him off. And barely hurt at all, even if it is a smack over the head.]
[Leon had been busy... experimenting. "If you stay too long in the same cabin you'll go crazy" insisted someone when he suggested to organize some kind of headquarter and he wanted to check how dangerous it could be. If the effects weren't too strong he could consider to prepare two house and maybe organize a small group with a couple of guards to keep their belongings in a safe place and have the strongest -like him- as scavengers. Somehow the idea was immediately dropped as soon as the door locked itself for the night. What a moment earlier was an almost comfortable living room had now a rancid smell, most of the forniture was ruined and covered in mold... ] ... [Disgusted he moved in and tried to touch where he knew there was a chair a moment earlier just to find the area empty. Wait, was he really sure he had seen a chair in the room? He could barely tell how the building was a moment ago... or where he was. The man slowly moved to the broken couch stumbling here and there where the wooden planks of the floor were curved or broken but as soon as he thought to be safe until morning -he just had to close his eyes and wait while repeating himself that nothing he saw was real- a familiar voice reached his ears "You failed them again, son...". ] Cid? [Jumping on his feet to look behind his shoulders only confirmed him he was alone... until he turned back to return in his initial position. He cursed, fell on the floor and crawled away from what was a disgusting pile of rotting meat that resembled two people he cared about. No, he already let Rinoa die, Yuffie and Aerith had to be safe in Radiant Garden and he... he... couldn't convince himself. His hand reached for the tablet and the camera, even if Leon couldn't trust other he could still try to sound nonchalant about his questions. A few buttons were pressed, quickly, and the camera was pointed to what he saw as the ninja's lifeless face.] W-what do you see? [An empty and clean fireplace, that's all the video shown.]
B
[What a wonderful cabin: he found wood, a fireplace and even a tattered blanket, with the food he got in the previous house he visited he could consider himself... probably safe until morning. Leon was almost going to settle down for the night when he heard the door open. Oh, great, a potential threat, just when he was about to rest.] Who's there?
[Supplies. They're hard to come by, so there is a reason whenever anyone finds another building to stave off the cold overnight that they immediately set to searching every room, after ensuring the door is barricaded shut. Along with the threat of monsters, ensuring the place is safe to stay in. So it's no surprise as Hiro enters he isn't immediately aware of anyone else present, until he gets to searching the room Leon was in.
He pauses, stiffening at the voice, but then, none of the monsters talk. As far as he knows. Which means....probably someone else the admin pulled in. Not a familiar voice, which still has him a little cautious, but he isn't reacting by brandishing his broom at least, as he does slowly enter.]
[He knew he shouldn't have gone wandering for as long as he did. However, how was he supposed to know that this would happen? That these godsdamned doors would lock on him, leaving him out in the frigid cold! Sure, the strange device went off about seeking shelter, and he probably should have taken it a bit more seriously, but he had no idea there was some time limit.
Now every building he comes across is locked up tight, and he cannot make any of them budge. No matter how much he pushes, pulls, or kicks (though he doesn't kick too much, he scarcely wishes to scuff his boots, or hurt himself!). He eventually gives up, letting his back rest against the frosty wall of one such building. There's a tightness in his chest—fear—that grips him, and he can feel a familiar sting to his eyes. His jaw is tight, and his mind racing a malm a minute.
He's going to freeze out here, he just knows it. It was bad enough to deal with the eternal winter of Coerthas, but at least he had the comfort of the manor to shield him, or the warmth of mead from the Forgotten Knight in his belly... here there were no such comforts, and it was extremely unfair.
He huddles more into his coat, before deciding to turn to the tablet for comfort—though how much it will offer is dubious at best. Good thing this device isn't too overly complicated, and that he spent a good amount of time messing with it earlier to figure out some basic things, like voice chat!]
If one were to inquire, hypothetically, what you would do in the unlikely event you found yourself locked outside at night, would I find much of an answer? Not that I have done it, ha! I know better than to be that shortsighted.
Though, I can scarce imagine it has not happened before! In the event it has, it certainly would do well to know ere hand such an event might transpire. For future reference, of course, so that I might save an unfortunate soul that has fallen victim to such a lamentable circumstance!
[He's trying his best to keep the fear and worry out of his voice, but there's still a bit of a waver to his words despite his best efforts. Of course, the shivering doesn't help to make him any more convincing, neither.]
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[Halone be praised!
In all this dreaded cold, snow, and misery he has found himself a promising house. Pressing firmly on the door, he sticks his head in to examine everything: there's a fireplace—with wood—and everything else seems to be in excellent condition! He couldn't be luckier if he tried.
Wasting no time, he waltzes right in, not even questioning why the fireplace has already been lit, or where the wood came from. Surely it's a coincidence, and there's no one else here in the house. Especially not anyone who might have heard the door close audibly behind him.]
See, Emmanellain ol' boy, you've naught to worry about! A little bit of cold won't stop you. This abode has nearly everything—would it had a lovely maiden to keep me company, however...
[Yes... he is talking to himself. But hey, when you're a chatty gossip like him, and you have no one to chat at or gossip with, you have to make due, alright!? He'll be warming himself by the fire, not paying attention to anything else in the meantime. His hands are far too cold for his liking, let alone his entire body.]
[ Well, looks like someone should have asked for a magical portal out of snowhell instead, because WISH GRANTED. The 'maiden' bit, anyway, the loveliness largely depends on a tolerance for glowy tattoos and metal headports and... ugly sweaters worn over weird space outfits...?
Welcome to Norfinbury, where fashion goes to die.
Angel hears the door close and immediately scampers her way back to the doorway. The voice doesn't sound like it belongs to someone she wants to avoid, but she grabs her teeny lil mace spray anyway. Just in case. ]
[She'd tried to keep an eye on the time, she really had. But she'd found herself on a path that had seemed guaranteed to lead her to answers, to at least something useful that might give her something to mull over back in the relative warmth and comfort of a cabin.
She's not sure it was worth it, now. She's tried to find the most sheltered spot she can, which really only means the chill wind doesn't get to her quite so much on this side of the building, but she's reluctant to sleep like this even assuming she could and she's spent so much of the day exploring that she's not sure she quite has the energy for any sort of exercise to keep herself warm.
Burying herself in the slightly oversized coat she wears and losing herself to the network is her only option, then, though she's not about to let it show that she's anything like defeated.]
I'm in a mood to think warm thoughts so let's talk vacations. I know we're all a long way from home but I want to hear about any particularly great holiday spots you've been to. Only so far pretending I'm actually on the sands of Costa Del Sol is only going to get me so far, after all.
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[So much time with so little real human contact has been getting to Cissnei just a little. Even on occasions she hadn't felt like being around people she knew, it had been a simple matter to wander the streets of Midgar, lost among the crowds and the bustling sounds that might not mean anything but still reminded her that there was a whole world around her.
Having only the voices and images from the other end of a tablet hasn't quite been the same.
And so as she ventures into the house up ahead and sees someone already there, natural suspicion and caution is tempered somewhat by the sheer relief at seeing another actual living human - or at the very least, living person.]
And here I was starting to think all those responses over the network were just automated by some really complex computer program.
[Even inside of the building Kunsel had found for the night, it's cold enough to make sleep difficult. Everyone has their methods of coping with insomnia, though, and his has always been to pull out his PHS. The tablet he was given isn't quite the same, so much more advanced, and yet so much more limited in what it can access, but it'll do.
It'll do.
It doesn't take him long to scroll through the latest messages before he finds Cissnei's post. The corner of his mouth ticks up, just a little. Then he turns his audio on to respond.]
Well, if I can't suggest Costa del Sol, I think you can guess the obvious next best choice. Even if you don't gamble, you'd still be pretty warm.
[Considering it's in the middle of a desert, after all.]
[Now, there might be logs, and mid-sized sticks, and kindling, and even tinder, but without an ignition source, the wood collected so nicely in the fireplace for a lost wanderer is completely useless. Stein is under no illusions about the likelihood of actually finding matches or a lighter in this house, and it's been at least a decade since he's had to resort to rubbing sticks together (the perks of being a smoker).
So far, nothing, and rubbing two sticks together is looking more and more likely. Stein's down on the ground looking underneath a couch when he hears the front door of the house creak open, and the footsteps of someone coming in. They're not going to be a threat, and they might have matches, so he gets up from the floor, coming up to a kneeling position to poke his head over the top of the couch and see just who came in.
Even kneeling, Stein is still obviously impressively tall, and impressively weird. Scar across his face, turtleneck sweater made from several other sweaters stitched together, grey hair poking out from under something like a winter hat made of scraps of fabric, and a chipper smile.]
[What he'll see is a bipedal fox standing roughly at five feet tall. She's wearing heavy workboots that extend up past her hocks, and have a set of trousers stuck into them. Her shirt's heavy-duty cotton and she has one of the standard-issue coats of this place on over that along with a pair of heavy work gloves. She's looking around nervously and starts when he calls out. Then her eyes widen.]
N-no, sir. But... Fates and seasons you're a funny looking mole!
[At least she's... assuming he's a mole. Maybe? Some... variety of mole?]
[His runs through the Neuro Tower had made him used to aimless wandering and it seemed to have paid off this time. He knew places like this were rare things and he should not waste them.
The boy approached the fireplace and crouched down to examine it. Someone had explained to him how they worked, so it was a matter of remembering how to create fire. He reached for a log but that was when he heard the door open again.
He turned to stare at the new person curiously. The people here were strange. Not strange like the Twisted Ones nor like the Meta-Beings but strange as they were whole. But he didn't mind company, if there was no trouble.]
1 [Tamarack sits huddled close to the building she'd been locked out of. She'd only wanted to gather a little snow for water. She shouldn't have ignored the flashing letters and lights on her tablet. She shouldn't have, but she has, and now she's freezing through her fur and down to the bone. Death isn't something she's ever really been afraid of, but like this? What feels like a hundred thousand leagues away from the Abbey and home, it's a little scary for once.
She turns on her tablet to send out one request in case she doesn't make it through the night. Norfinbury will be treated to a young vixen trying to keep the upper lip very very stiff. Snow blows behind her.]
I was just wondering if anyone's got brothers or sisters around here. I got a big brother back home. Colm. He's a right yellow-bellied toad-kisser. But I been thinking about him a lot since I got here. Keep hoping he'll turn up. Reckon I get enough food together he will. Thought pitching snowballs at housed'd make him come running... usually does.
[She rubs at her eyes and puts on a smile.]
Wondering what you humans got for kin! You... you got kin, right?
3 [Another living creature! Oh, thank the Fates. As soon as Tamarack steps in the door to the house, she hears the tell tale sound of someone moving.]
Hey! Hey, who's there?
[She rushes toward the source of the sound, bright-eyed, excited. It might be one of the humans, but that's all right. She'll take anyone at this point. Tamarack is a creature used to being surrounded by family, a full Abbey. Being alone has been a small torture.]
Hi! I'm Tamarack, and I ain't never been more happy to meet nobody ever!
[A monster? No, a talking creature like Donald and Goofy. He kept the chair leg he got in another building at his side, any improvised weapon was better than nothing, but the... fox seemed quite harmless. Tsk, right when he hoped he'd be so lucky to spend another night alone, he even found a good amount of wood to burn to warm the room...]
Name's Leon. [He could see why someone'd be happy to find other people in that snow hell but he wasn't the best person to have around. And his priorities were securing a room for the night for the night with a good source of warmth and rest, not... chat.]
[Having grown up in the mountains, Tifa had thought she was pretty used to dealing with the cold, but this...
She's already tried the basics: Kicking at doors, punching at windows, shouting for help. Of course, none of it has helped her much. It kept her warm for a while, though.
At least she's got the coat. Her fingers are numb, though, and she spends a precious moment fumbling with the tablet's keyboard before finally giving up and flicking on the video function.
She's trembling badly, and she takes a moment to try to keep her teeth from chattering before speaking. It doesn't quite work.]
H-hey.
[Generally, she'd introduce herself, but it's hard to remember pleasantries at a time like this.]
I'm not sure where I am. All the doors are locked, and...
[Tifa pauses, exhaling in frustration.]
Can anybody help a girl out?
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[Tifa's first course of action is to get a fire started, because she's absolutely freezing. Next, she searches the rooms for everything useful she can find. She's ecstatic when she finds some canned food, but of course there's no can opener to be found. She's sitting at the table, contemplating the pros and cons of opening one with a knife, when the door opens.
She's up in an instant. It's possible, of course, that whoever's coming in just wants shelter like she does. But knowing this place, she can't exactly be lax.]
[That the figure walking in appears to be wearing a not unfamiliar black suit beneath the coat she's bundled up in might not do much to help Tifa feel like she can relax any time soon for the company that's found her. It's far from intentional, though; Cissnei doesn't know Tifa anything like well enough to appreciate that her presence might be a disruption.
No, all Cissnei sees is another young woman in a space that seems big enough for both of them, should Tifa allow it.]
Don't worry. I only came in here to get warm. And maybe see what's around here. I'll try not to get in your way.
[She's pacing. This is normal - those who have spoken with Shepard on the network before will know that she is rarely still when she speaks. But she's pacing with wider steps than usual, in the dank little room with the leaking roof and gray walls. The video feed moves quickly and jerkily, showing her face, then a sharp tilt, then her pacing feet. Then the tablet goes clattering down, and at an awkward angle, the network is treated to the view of Shepard punching the wall so hard her knuckles make a sharp cracking complaint.]
Damnit!
[She cradles her bruised hand with her good one, shaking her head, once, twice, three violent times.]
I haven't lost it yet, [she says in a tight, tense voice down at the tablet.] But it's happening. I'm seeing things that - [she abruptly stops, and presses the heels of her palms against her eyes.]
I know they didn't beat us - not yet. They're just playing with my head. Just... remind me, would you? That I'm not home. That it isn't over.
4 | Action!
[The second death is easier.
Shepard knows as soon as she comes to her senses, once she's calmed from the initial shock that makes her snap up on the morgue bed and scream silently at the burst of pain behind her eyes. She puts her head in her hands and breathes. You wouldn't think having died once would give you useful life experience, but there she is. Gone, back. Again.
The thing is, it makes sense. She hadn't expected to stay dead. They can take her down, but she's no longer afraid of staying down. She hisses at the headache as she eases herself off the bed and to her feet, but it's also a sound of rage, of cold defiance. Bastards made a mistake. She does not go gently.
Her feet crumple from under her.
The collapse s more shocking than painful. Only when she hits the floor, and lies in a dazed heap, does she register that her legs won't obey her. She feels them - pins and needles, goosebumps, one hip now badly bruised - but the order to move stops somewhere above her knees. She pushes herself up and finds herself seated on the cold floor, too stunned for any feeling but confusion. She can't walk like this. She can't even crawl properly. That didn't happen last time.
There's the strangest feeling of delayed-reaction panic now, like she knows that she's about to snap and has time to assess the panic and avert it. Combat kind of feeling. Shepard raises her head. There's a shadow moving just past the doorway of the morgue, stark against the pale white lighting and walls outside. All right. Not alone. Not alone is everything.]
[ Out of the darkness comes a black cat, purple eyes alert and focused on the woman. He trots up to sniff her face, trying to ascertain from this bad angle whether or not she's actually injured. He's heard this place takes its toll on those it revives, and it's possible she has simply lost the ability to stand. ]
Hello! I am Koriand'r, from the planet Tamaran, in the Vega system. Have I said that already? [ The very orange woman's very green eyes don't seem to focus properly, and she glistens with sweat. Which is strange, because she seems to have stripped completely naked. That's the easy assumption, of course, when you can see most of her naked breasts on the camera. ]
I have now been in this residence for eight days, and it seems to have changed a great deal. I do not believe it was this shade of pink before. I am concerned that my weakened physiology may have been compromised, resulting in hallucinations both visual and auditory in-- yes?
[ She glances away, as though somebody has called her name. ]
Yes, I'm coming.
[ The camera drops, and the network is sadly shown only a very blurred view of Kori's very naked body before it focuses again on her calves as they walk away. ]
III Action
Kori was having an interesting time with clothes. It was very difficult to find anything that fit, and nothing in her life prepared her for making sewing alterations. She had only just found some long fabric, and was finally able to attempt tying a skirt around her waist. To her profound dismay, she couldn't get it to hang any lower than her knees. She was still stuck in the men's pants she had been fortunate enough to find on her first day. She was beginning to fear she would die of exposure, having arrived in clothes not in the least suited to this weather in her newly vulnerable body.
Leaving the 'skirt' tied over her pants, she finally discovered the fireplace and yelped with delight. She was starting a fire when the door opened.
"Oh, hello!" Her attention didn't stray from the task at hand - a tiny flame, beginning to catch.
"Forgive me, I was just preparing a lovely fire." She stood to smile at the stranger, relieved to find it wasn't a monster. She would have been polite either way.
"It should be large enough to provide warmth soon. In the mean time, would you like to share body heat?"
As Steve cautiously opened the door and looked in, he had just enough time to register that 1) someone was crouched by the fireplace, and 2) someone was kind of... orange, but not particularly monstery. Then she stood up and faced him and OHGODBREASTS. Steve quickly averted his eyes, clearing his throat.
"...Ma'am."
Steve had enough presence of mind to shut the door behind him.
"Sorry, I, uh... I didn't mean to burst in while you're, um. Exposed."
[Steve pushes his way through the snowdrifts, running as fast as he can to reach the door of the crumbling building looming dimly through the fog. He practically falls against the door, twisting the knob and ramming the door with his shoulder, but as he already knows, as his tablet has already informed him—it's too late. He turns and rests his back against the door, letting his head thunk back against it as he catches his breath.]
...Hell. [He shakes his head.] Not too bright, Rogers.
[He knows what happens to people trapped outside at night, but it's simply not in him to give up, so he heads to the lee of the wrecked building and sets to work digging a snow cave in the piled up drifts. He crawls inside and seals up the entrance behind him, leaving a tiny hole for fresh air, and settles in for a dark, cold, lonely night.
So. Here he is again, headed slowly and inexorably toward a cold, icy death. ...Son of a bitch.
Maybe he'll wake up in the future again, like last time. Maybe he won't.
He thinks of last time, the ice getting bigger and bigger in the windshield, Peggy's voice over the radio the only thing keeping him from turning inside out with fear.
He fumbles in the dark for his tablet, the glow of its screen a welcome light in the blackness. He activates the voice post option.]
...Anybody out there?
[3] [Steve can scarcely believe it. A clean, intact house with a working fireplace, a small pile of firewood stacked neatly next to the hearth, even. This is better than he's had in days, a damn sight better than the small shed he'd huddled in the night before.
He'll light the fire when it gets a bit colder and darker; first he wants to do a quick search, see what else this house has got on offer.] Come on hot water hot water hot water...
[Steve freezes and goes silent, holding his breath. He just heard a noise above him in the house—yes, someone or something is coming down the stairs. Loosening his trusty table-leg from his pack and holding it at the ready, he slinks towards the noise, silent as a cat, pausing with the stairway just around a blind corner. God, please, not another monster, this house is so nice. He takes a breath and peeks around the corner...]
[Or whatever scenario you'd like, throw something at me! :D]
[ No monster here, just a teenage boy poking around the upper level. Since Jim's initial sweep of the house hadn't turned up anything amiss, he's not paying all that much attention to any sounds downstairs. Steve's creeping certainly doesn't alert him; he continues on his business until he's ready to return downstairs.
That's when he turns and locks eyes with Steve, and freezes for half a second. There's not really anywhere to go, as late as it is. Can he bolt to one of the rooms and try to barricade himself in? There's no way he can take the guy, not unarmed and relatively small as he is, but he's also gotta take up most of the doorway.
Well. Jim hasn't tried the whole "talking someone out of something" thing in a while, might as well give it a go. ]
[God he hates the snow. He hates the snow so much, especially when he's tripping through it while sprinting towards the closest building. But by the time he reaches a door, it's 8:01 and it's already tightly shut. Several attempts at opening it prove futile. He even tries blowing it up with his alchemy before he remembers that the countless snaps are useless here.
Great.]
Whoever has control over these buildings has an interesting sense of humor.
[Which he certainly doesn't find funny, as the annoyed tone of his voice shows. He sighs to himself.]
I suppose there's no point in staying here. [Or panicking.] If anyone has ever been in this situation before, I would appreciate your advice. In addition, if anyone else is out here right now, it would be best if we met up.
[A pause before he smirks a little, if only to make light of the situation.]
After all, I'd hate for any beautiful women to be left alone in a place or time like this. I'm sure we would be able to figure something out together.
3. Great Logs of Fire; ACTION
[Roy Mustang never thought he would be so excited to see the potential for fire again. As night begins to fall, he wastes no time stacking a couple of logs in the fireplace, making sure to save most of the pile for later. He's just about to light them with a pack of old matches when he hears footsteps and promptly turns to face the source, arm and hand up in a gloved snap: a reflex.
Even if it won't do anything.]
4. Idk what I'm doing; ACTION
[The first thing he notices upon waking is that it's incredibly dark. It feels colder than usual, and for a moment he thinks he might be at Briggs, before he remembers the moments that occurred just before he lost consciousness. Right. He wasn't in Amestris at all.
He can hear his tablet urging him to leave--strange, as it generally never announced things verbally--but he gets up and fumbles his way around the room, occasionally bumping into a wall or other piece of furniture on his way out.
The change in temperature, the feeling of snow on the ground, and the sudden silence of his tablet, alerts him that he's made it somewhere else...that is still incredibly dark. He stumbles around, arms stretched out to try and find some wall to guide him, before he bumps into someone and promptly says:]
[Tifa jumps when Roy bumps into her. She spins around, expecting something far less worse than what she gets. And he's polite, too.
She takes a step back, giving him a bit of room. From the way he has his arms stretched out, she's assuming there's something wrong with his vision. That's obviously dangerous, especially in a place like Norfinbury. Tifa, being Tifa, can't just leave him here like this.]
It's all right.
[She hesitates. What's the protocol in a situation like this?]
[ Alright, so Gotham gets pretty cold. Blüdhaven is about the same, temperature-wise, seeing as it's right across the harbor. Both of those places? Do not even compare to how frigid it is in this place. And see, while Dick Grayson is accustomed to cold weather, he is not accustomed to weathering it (ha, puns, he's not too cold for those) without an insulated suit or about seven layers of jackets. Wet jeans and a thin hoodie do not a warm Dick make.
This is why it's a problem for him to be stuck outside. He'd meant to just go grab more firewood, but one thing led to another and now he's huddled up against a wall outside, thankfully mostly blocked from the wind. Most of his musing revolves around survival at the moment, but there's a stray thought here and there about Bruce and the fact that he'd probably have some stupid meditation technique that'd keep him alive through the night.
Silence isn't exactly something that gets to him, but... he might die, tonight, or at least start down that path. He keeps himself balled up, resting his tablet on his knees, and turns on a video message with a hum. He's used the function a few times already, so he thinks at least one or two people should know him as Robbie Malone. Yes, his screen name is holymalone and yes, he knows it doesn't technically rhyme unless you say it wrong but he thinks it's funny. ]
Nice weather we're having, huh? [ Great, what a great conversation starter, Dick. ]
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[ Bet you weren't expecting to run face first into a 5'10 muscular hunk of a man, were you? Not that he'd ever be so boastful about it, but he is pretty thick and he has great balance. The greatest balance in the world isn't going to stop him from dropping the stacked firewood in his arms all over the floor, unfortunately, and in the ringing silence after each log clatters on the wood floor of the house, Dick looks up at the person he's just run into. ]
Well, this is awkward. [ A beat. ] This isn't your wood, is it?
[Steve has made himself as comfortable as possible in what is, if he's honest, pretty marginal shelter: a single intact bathroom in an otherwise ruined house. It's cramped, pitch black, and there's nothing to lie down on but the floor, but the small, closed room warms up quickly and hey, running water!
It's a dark, lonely night, so he's happy to hear a friendly voice.]
Oh yes, positively delightful. [dry as the desert sand]
[ Cinna is unaccustomed to such a lack of stimulation. He's used to having things to do, places to be and wars to fight. He's used to parties and finery. He's used to working more than his fair share. He's used to clandestine meetings and treasonous liaisons in dark corners, mystery and intrigue at its finest.
But this... his mind is most defintely going stir crazy. Who could rightfully blame him? This is a different kind of cage than the one he's accustomed to, but still, a cage. This is what brings him to use the network. ]
I don't suppose that anyone has material, a needle and thread? [ It's laughable, really. The idea that anyone would have these luxuries in such an environment. There is the 'crazy' part of stir crazy to consider. ]
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First of all, waking up on a morgue table is a very cold, dark and solitary experience. Not knowing how one got there is even worse. Cinna remembers the beating, the torture. There had been a brief moment when he'd thought he might survive. But of course President Snow couldn't allow that. No one stands up to him in any way and survives. And of course, Cinna had shown his entire hand with that Mockingjay dress. That's it. The end.
Except...
Cinna pushes the sheet away from his face and sits up. No wonder he's so cold. He's naked. That won't do. Cinna wraps the sheet around his waist as he slides off of the metal slab. His knees buckle and he has to pull himself back up to stand upright. Apparently having been previously dead and then brought back to life makes something as simple as standing a difficult endeavor.
With his weight on the palm of his hand, he slowly eases that up to shift the weight to his legs. It works. He can stand. And now he's off to find some clothes, preferably something warm.
When the man stumbles, Grey is halfway to moving, but he stops himself. He doesn't know this man or anything else and to do that could make him vulnerable. He's been taught all his life not to take unnecessary risks.
The man has markings on his skin much like Grey does and he stays crouched down against the wall silently watching, taking his measure. Though he has track pants, his only clothes that he's had for years, he misses his knife; without it, he really does feel naked.
1) [Grey is used to the cold. He had grown used to having warmth, it's true, where he's from, but now he's here. Now it's back. And he's trapped outside. Stupid. He'd gotten soft. He can feel his knife pressed to his back, but that will hardly help him. Being mute doesn't help. So, he pulls his tablet out and starts to type, his fingers already numb, his lungs even the sharpness of the air.]
I was here. I don't know where here is, but I am here.
[and that matters, doesn't it?]
4) Sitting up, Grey is immediately alert, immediately sharp and ready, the metal of the table cold under him.
What's going on? He doesn't know where he is, he doesn't know where the train has gone, or anything else. The blood on his chest, over his heart, is dried and tight, but he's not dead. How that works, he doesn't understand. But he's too exposed here. He slips from the table and to a crouch, taking the sheet that was covering him with him; he can use whatever he can find. From the train, he's learned that nothing goes to waste. He's silent, wrapping the sheet around his arm, eyes moving constantly as he tries to figure out what's going on.
[Steve blinks down at the line of text on his screen and frowns. It's a strange thing to say, out of the blue, but loneliness and stress can do that to you. 'I was here,' though. 'Was' is kind of fatalistic, and he can feel cold dread start to trickle into his stomach. He thinks for a moment, then types.]
[A voice issues out through the tablet, a soothing sort of voice.]
The sun has set once more on our fair town and we screech internally with the fear that we will never see it again, and that the rest of our lives will have to be lived in eternal darkness. We hope that the sun will rise again tomorrow, and the next day, and the next, but we cannot know that it will for certain.
All we can know, is that it is gone now.
[His voice perks up, shifting into a lilting excitement with all the grace of a leaping gazelle.]
Something exciting is happening tonight, Listeners! I am experiencing something new, which is not a practise I usually hold with as experience, as we all know, is the precursor to learning and I am sure that I don't have to tell you how dangerous that can be.
[He chuckles.]
But this experience is a good experience, it is an allowed experience, it is even an encouraged experience. The leaders of this town make sure that it is strongly encouraged through the use of locked doors and impenetrable walls. I do not think that I have ever died and been reborn before. I hope that I am reborn, I hope that I will be here on another evening at another time to talk to you all over this poor substitute for a radio.
[He hesitates. His voice drops in volume and energy.]
Stay tuned next for the sound of the human body going into shock, the slow and declining breathing of a dying man, and finally the stillness of a death that awaits us all.
[Steve gapes at his tablet for a really long time, kind of in shock because what the actual hell, really??]
[clears his throat] I want to be glad for you for taking this so cheerfully and optimistically, but I think mostly I'm concerned about the nightmares I'm going to have tonight. Thanks. [peak sarcasm]
For what it's worth though... I hope you come back, too. [This last bit is soft and honest. God but it kills him to be unable to help.]
Ava isn't certain if the survival instincts that kick in are hers born from some memory of cold like this or Natasha's, but it doesn't matter. She's grateful for the jeans and fencing sweatshirt she's wearing but they are by no means sufficient for this sort of cold. She listens to those instincts and they drive her toward a house that appears to be intact. Better yet, it's got a fireplace and someone has thought to provide some wood. She knows that her first course of action should be to check the house out, to make certain that no one is hiding with the intentions of knocking her off (it wouldn't be the first time) but that bone chilling, teeth chattering cold has her working on a fire first.
She might be a very cold teenager, but she's not so distracted that she will miss someone sneaking up behind her. She's got too much S.H.I.E.L.D training and far too much of Natasha still left in her head for that.
One:
She knows even before the cold settles in that she messed up. She knows when the sun starts to set and it's too far back to civilization to make it before dark. She should have listened to her instincts instead of her stubborn desire to be a savior (to make Alex proud). She should have listened and she didn't, which is why she's out here in the cold.
She finds a little windbreak in the corner created by two buildings slammed up against each other then huddles down, teeth chattering as she turns on her tablet. ]
Hello? Anyone out there?
[ Ava is from the Black Widow: Forever Red novel. Info can be found here in a spoileriffic review]
[Rue is not normally one to turn down an adventure. Even under dangerous conditions; Rue's entire life has been lived under dangerous conditions, so a little danger isn't enough to stop her from investigating. Though she's never seen weather like this before, she's just been careful to stay inside when she's not looking for a source of food.
To her disappointment, she hasn't found any trees or other plantlife, much less anything edible or medicinal. But she did eventually find a store; it never seems to run out of food, and has more than enough to survive on each day. Rue has never seen anything like it outside of the Capitol. So she stays in a house just a short walk away from the store. It simply doesn't occur to her that she should have to go somewhere else, and while Rue likes adventure, she's too used to starvation and poverty to dare give up an endless source of food when there's no sign of anything else edible in this town.
So after maybe a week, she starts to see things. Movements in her peripheral vision; things that look like eyes on the walls that disappear when she turns to look at them. She checks over her entire body for tracker jacker stings, wondering if she'd been stung in her sleep and is hallucinating as a result, but she doesn't find anything, and she's never seen any nests here anyway.
Rue doesn't use the tablet too much except to read what everyone else says. It's very high-tech, something she'd only see people own in the Capitol, and it feels strange in her small hands. She knows by now that sometimes strange things happen in this town; other people have posted about it. But she'd like to know if what she's seeing poses any real danger before she moves away from her food source.]
@rue - voice;
I keep seeing things in the house I'm in. I don't know if they're real, since they disappear when I try to look at them. Are they dangerous? Like the monsters?
prompt 3.
[Rue hears someone else coming before she can finish the fire she's set up in the fireplace. While the people here mostly seem nice, Rue still can't quite shake the deep-seated fear cultivated in her by living in Panem and fighting in the Hunger Games. It's better to wait quietly and learn before you act. So she hides elsewhere in the house; in the kitchen, specifically, in one of the cupboards beneath the counters. She can see straight into the living room from the kitchen if she just opens the cupboard door a little.
For the most part, she doesn't do that. But while her company goes about their business, in the moments where their guard is down, she cracks the door of the cupboard just a little so she can watch. The occasional slight movement and flash of dark brown eyes, watching, is their only companion. At least until they notice they're not alone.]
[Luckily for Rue, her new companion is just about as small as she is--even younger, in fact, though it can be hard to tell approximate age through a crack in a cupboard. Though maybe other children aren't exactly the most comforting, given where she's come from. He does seem to have a weapon with him in the form of a fire poker, but he puts it down with his bag once he makes his way into the living room. If he was aggressive, it would be easy enough to catch him off guard. Or steal his things.
At the moment, he's too excited about the fireplace to notice that he's being watched. He certainly plans on checking out the kitchen, but first...]
Wow! Awesome!
[Quark heads to the fireplace, relief spread across his frozen face.]
It's all set up and everything...
[Somewhat strange, but hey, maybe the house was just like that already. Too excited to worry about it, Quark pulls a pack of matches out from one of his coat's many pockets, getting on his knees by the fireplace to try and get a light.]
[Unlike Cecil's soothing voice that issued from the tablets earlier, this one has a sort of singsong quality to it as if the speaker were constantly upbeat and cheered about everything. It's a little higher than Cecil's as well but dips and rises in the same place that Night Vale's broadcaster's does.]
The sun that rises on us is not one that we know, but the Smiling God still graces us day after day, and we keep smiling on day after day. The Six Eared Thing That Fears Water was not in my bathtub this morning and needing moved, but my bathtub wasn't there either. I hope that both of them are all right wherever they are. Is it not my desert out there, but all deserts are the same whether they are sand or snow covered. An angel (which are very real) can be made in them, can't they? Then they must be real.
[Kevin makes a brrrring sound, meant to signify cold but who knows with him. It could mean that he's slaughtered someone to decorate a room or that he's freezing to death in the snow. The latter might be best for everyone involved. When he speaks again, his voice is low and smoky like a late night broadcaster, whispering secrets to the world.]
I know you're out there. Did you get my voicemail? Doors that vanish can reappear, opening both ways.
[All that darkness is gone immediately, Kevin's sounding happy as a clam. Funny, considering where is.]
For someone who was born and raised in a desert, all this snow is quite the thing! But a good thing that the Smiling God has chosen to give us. Why, just as I was taking my morning shower with my bright yellow Strexcorp curtain pulled over me and the thing in the drain eating all the organ meat to keep the drain from clogging, I wondered what snow would be like. And here I am! It will be a glorious time filled with company picnics and visits to the dog park!
Until next time, remember that the mountains are real. The angels are real. The floating kittens in the men's room that should have been destroyed are real. And so am I. Hope to be seeing you all soon, and keep smiling, Norfinbury! Keep smiling and practising your screams because that's how your family will recognize you when you find yourself blindfolded and sedated and lightly beaten and broken spiritually beyond repair on the concrete of your first day of work.
Well, you sound like you're gonna be fun. We've been short on psycho cultists. Does the Smiling God approve of multiple wives and want all our money, too?
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Fallen Child/Main Character | Undertale (spoilers in replies likely)
[Snowdin, the forest around it... somehow they'd managed to get through both in nothing but an old sweater, and not a very thick one at that. Somehow, despite the snow and frozen air... it wasn't that hard to ignore, back then.
This is different. They still don't have much more than a sweater, and the heat is leeching out of it faster than they would have thought possible. The hardest part though is the silence. There's no monsters down here. No Snowdrakes telling bad puns or Lesser Dogs wanting to be petted and even Jerry being... Jerry. Not to mention all the others that they'd grown used to having around, before Nobinfury.
Maybe they can't help the cold. They've been here long enough that others have tried to make that point numerous times. But they can try, feeling their way around buildings, looking for cracks or crevices or somewhere they can take some kind of shelter.
If nothing else though, they can help the silence, while they looked. Their hands are shaking as they pull out their tablet; there's a tremor in their voice too.]
D-does anybody know any good jokes?
[Puns made them think of Sans, and Toriel. And how much Papyrus hated those jokes.]
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[If they're startled to see someone else arrive, it doesn't last long. The wood is already set up near the fireplace, ready to be started later when things start cooling down. For now, they're digging through the rest of the rooms, looking for anything else that might be useful.
But another face... that was maybe one of the better things to find (or have find them, as the case may be), depending.]
Hey. [a beat] Did you want to stay?
[They're a bit cautious. Pacifism didn't mean naivety, and with supplies as scarce as they were in this place, it wouldn't be surprising if not everyone was nice about it. But they'll still take that chance, if the other will let them.]
[[ooc; let me know if you're okay with spoilers!]]
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Oh, hey... [She carefully took a step back, ready to run outside if necessary (She learnt to her expences that dying of exposure, alone, was way better than being killed and having her belongings stolen. And maybe the kid wasn't alone...), and kept an hand on her basket. No, the house seemed empty otherwise, maybe she really was just in front of a child in need.]
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Well, that was the plan, I don't think I'd manage to reach another house before lockdown. I hope you don't mind...
[I'm more than ok with spoilers, I even roleplay as Toriel somewhere else...]
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'To scoff or not to scoff, that is the question. For if I scoff too much, I'll get indigestion, don'cha know?'
[It... may be an acquired sense of humor she has, but there's certainly a pun in there.]
((ooc: spoilers are fine!))
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1; @sans, voice
So, without even hesitating, Sans responded.]
why was the skeleton so cranky?
[ooc: obviously okay with spoilers! sorry it took me so long to get in on this haha. worst end sans, of course~]
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Zidane Tribal | Final Fantasy IX
[Zidane knew he should have gone back when he had the chance, now he's looked out of the shelter.]
Damnit..
[A kick at the snow, he has no one to blame but himself. He slides against the wall, pulling his knees to his chest. His tail wraps around himself too, every little bit of warmth helps.
He lets out a breath and he can see the slight fog from it. He didn't ask to be here, dang it.
He pulls out the communication device and flicks it on.]
Anyone know any stories? [Normally, he's the one to tell stories, but he needs something to focus on.]
[3]
[The house that Zidane stumbled upon seems to be empty... or is it? If there is someone else there, he doesn't see them at first.
Either way, he's going from room to room and scooping out the place.]
[ooc; Sorry about the shortness of 3, I'm leaving it open as much as I can!]
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[She was about to check the house she was locked in in search of supplies but as soon as she realized someone could use some company Rydia just decided to check later what was in the building. After all she had the whole night in front of her and the man, whoever he was, had only... minutes left.]
Of course! [The reply was audio only, she couldn't bear to watch people die] Have you ever heard of Odin? Probably not, it's a Soul of my world, but... [She coughed] Long ago, in the world's largest and strongest country lived the fairest of all kings. He was kind, patient and strong, everyone in Baron loved him... but he had no heir. Fearing that his reign would be teared apart by intrnal fights to succeed him, Odin adopted two orphans, both sons of people he loved like brothers who passed away... [To be honest she knew little about Kain and Cecil's father but Odin narrated her some interesting bits. And considering she didn't know so many 'human' stories...]
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But he's also constantly on guard, given the monsters. So when he hears Zidane, unable to see too well given the lack of lighting, he just instinctively approaches cautiously and tries to smack him over the head with his broom.
It's something. Though likely if Zidane really was a monster, that would probably only piss him off. And barely hurt at all, even if it is a smack over the head.]
Squall "Leon" Leonhart | Kingdom Hearts 2
[Leon had been busy... experimenting. "If you stay too long in the same cabin you'll go crazy" insisted someone when he suggested to organize some kind of headquarter and he wanted to check how dangerous it could be. If the effects weren't too strong he could consider to prepare two house and maybe organize a small group with a couple of guards to keep their belongings in a safe place and have the strongest -like him- as scavengers. Somehow the idea was immediately dropped as soon as the door locked itself for the night. What a moment earlier was an almost comfortable living room had now a rancid smell, most of the forniture was ruined and covered in mold... ]
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[Disgusted he moved in and tried to touch where he knew there was a chair a moment earlier just to find the area empty. Wait, was he really sure he had seen a chair in the room? He could barely tell how the building was a moment ago... or where he was. The man slowly moved to the broken couch stumbling here and there where the wooden planks of the floor were curved or broken but as soon as he thought to be safe until morning -he just had to close his eyes and wait while repeating himself that nothing he saw was real- a familiar voice reached his ears "You failed them again, son...". ]
Cid?
[Jumping on his feet to look behind his shoulders only confirmed him he was alone... until he turned back to return in his initial position. He cursed, fell on the floor and crawled away from what was a disgusting pile of rotting meat that resembled two people he cared about. No, he already let Rinoa die, Yuffie and Aerith had to be safe in Radiant Garden and he... he... couldn't convince himself. His hand reached for the tablet and the camera, even if Leon couldn't trust other he could still try to sound nonchalant about his questions. A few buttons were pressed, quickly, and the camera was pointed to what he saw as the ninja's lifeless face.]
W-what do you see?
[An empty and clean fireplace, that's all the video shown.]
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[What a wonderful cabin: he found wood, a fireplace and even a tattered blanket, with the food he got in the previous house he visited he could consider himself... probably safe until morning. Leon was almost going to settle down for the night when he heard the door open. Oh, great, a potential threat, just when he was about to rest.]
Who's there?
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He pauses, stiffening at the voice, but then, none of the monsters talk. As far as he knows. Which means....probably someone else the admin pulled in. Not a familiar voice, which still has him a little cautious, but he isn't reacting by brandishing his broom at least, as he does slowly enter.]
Hey? I'm Hiro. Hiro Hamada. And you are--?
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Emmanellain de Fortemps | Final Fantasy XIV: Heavensward
[He knew he shouldn't have gone wandering for as long as he did. However, how was he supposed to know that this would happen? That these godsdamned doors would lock on him, leaving him out in the frigid cold! Sure, the strange device went off about seeking shelter, and he probably should have taken it a bit more seriously, but he had no idea there was some time limit.
Now every building he comes across is locked up tight, and he cannot make any of them budge. No matter how much he pushes, pulls, or kicks (though he doesn't kick too much, he scarcely wishes to scuff his boots, or hurt himself!). He eventually gives up, letting his back rest against the frosty wall of one such building. There's a tightness in his chest—fear—that grips him, and he can feel a familiar sting to his eyes. His jaw is tight, and his mind racing a malm a minute.
He's going to freeze out here, he just knows it. It was bad enough to deal with the eternal winter of Coerthas, but at least he had the comfort of the manor to shield him, or the warmth of mead from the Forgotten Knight in his belly... here there were no such comforts, and it was extremely unfair.
He huddles more into his coat, before deciding to turn to the tablet for comfort—though how much it will offer is dubious at best. Good thing this device isn't too overly complicated, and that he spent a good amount of time messing with it earlier to figure out some basic things, like voice chat!]
If one were to inquire, hypothetically, what you would do in the unlikely event you found yourself locked outside at night, would I find much of an answer? Not that I have done it, ha! I know better than to be that shortsighted.
Though, I can scarce imagine it has not happened before! In the event it has, it certainly would do well to know ere hand such an event might transpire. For future reference, of course, so that I might save an unfortunate soul that has fallen victim to such a lamentable circumstance!
[He's trying his best to keep the fear and worry out of his voice, but there's still a bit of a waver to his words despite his best efforts. Of course, the shivering doesn't help to make him any more convincing, neither.]
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[Halone be praised!
In all this dreaded cold, snow, and misery he has found himself a promising house. Pressing firmly on the door, he sticks his head in to examine everything: there's a fireplace—with wood—and everything else seems to be in excellent condition! He couldn't be luckier if he tried.
Wasting no time, he waltzes right in, not even questioning why the fireplace has already been lit, or where the wood came from. Surely it's a coincidence, and there's no one else here in the house. Especially not anyone who might have heard the door close audibly behind him.]
See, Emmanellain ol' boy, you've naught to worry about! A little bit of cold won't stop you. This abode has nearly everything—would it had a lovely maiden to keep me company, however...
[Yes... he is talking to himself. But hey, when you're a chatty gossip like him, and you have no one to chat at or gossip with, you have to make due, alright!? He'll be warming himself by the fire, not paying attention to anything else in the meantime. His hands are far too cold for his liking, let alone his entire body.]
3!
Welcome to Norfinbury, where fashion goes to die.
Angel hears the door close and immediately scampers her way back to the doorway. The voice doesn't sound like it belongs to someone she wants to avoid, but she grabs her teeny lil mace spray anyway. Just in case. ]
Hello? Who are you talking to?
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Cissnei | FFVII: Crisis Core
[She'd tried to keep an eye on the time, she really had. But she'd found herself on a path that had seemed guaranteed to lead her to answers, to at least something useful that might give her something to mull over back in the relative warmth and comfort of a cabin.
She's not sure it was worth it, now. She's tried to find the most sheltered spot she can, which really only means the chill wind doesn't get to her quite so much on this side of the building, but she's reluctant to sleep like this even assuming she could and she's spent so much of the day exploring that she's not sure she quite has the energy for any sort of exercise to keep herself warm.
Burying herself in the slightly oversized coat she wears and losing herself to the network is her only option, then, though she's not about to let it show that she's anything like defeated.]
I'm in a mood to think warm thoughts so let's talk vacations. I know we're all a long way from home but I want to hear about any particularly great holiday spots you've been to. Only so far pretending I'm actually on the sands of Costa Del Sol is only going to get me so far, after all.
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[So much time with so little real human contact has been getting to Cissnei just a little. Even on occasions she hadn't felt like being around people she knew, it had been a simple matter to wander the streets of Midgar, lost among the crowds and the bustling sounds that might not mean anything but still reminded her that there was a whole world around her.
Having only the voices and images from the other end of a tablet hasn't quite been the same.
And so as she ventures into the house up ahead and sees someone already there, natural suspicion and caution is tempered somewhat by the sheer relief at seeing another actual living human - or at the very least, living person.]
And here I was starting to think all those responses over the network were just automated by some really complex computer program.
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It'll do.
It doesn't take him long to scroll through the latest messages before he finds Cissnei's post. The corner of his mouth ticks up, just a little. Then he turns his audio on to respond.]
Well, if I can't suggest Costa del Sol, I think you can guess the obvious next best choice. Even if you don't gamble, you'd still be pretty warm.
[Considering it's in the middle of a desert, after all.]
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Dr. Franken Stein | Soul Eater
[Now, there might be logs, and mid-sized sticks, and kindling, and even tinder, but without an ignition source, the wood collected so nicely in the fireplace for a lost wanderer is completely useless. Stein is under no illusions about the likelihood of actually finding matches or a lighter in this house, and it's been at least a decade since he's had to resort to rubbing sticks together (the perks of being a smoker).
So far, nothing, and rubbing two sticks together is looking more and more likely. Stein's down on the ground looking underneath a couch when he hears the front door of the house creak open, and the footsteps of someone coming in. They're not going to be a threat, and they might have matches, so he gets up from the floor, coming up to a kneeling position to poke his head over the top of the couch and see just who came in.
Even kneeling, Stein is still obviously impressively tall, and impressively weird. Scar across his face, turtleneck sweater made from several other sweaters stitched together, grey hair poking out from under something like a winter hat made of scraps of fabric, and a chipper smile.]
Yo! Got a match?
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N-no, sir. But... Fates and seasons you're a funny looking mole!
[At least she's... assuming he's a mole. Maybe? Some... variety of mole?]
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The Protagonist | Barouqe
[His runs through the Neuro Tower had made him used to aimless wandering and it seemed to have paid off this time. He knew places like this were rare things and he should not waste them.
The boy approached the fireplace and crouched down to examine it. Someone had explained to him how they worked, so it was a matter of remembering how to create fire. He reached for a log but that was when he heard the door open again.
He turned to stare at the new person curiously. The people here were strange. Not strange like the Twisted Ones nor like the Meta-Beings but strange as they were whole. But he didn't mind company, if there was no trouble.]
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[Tamarack sits huddled close to the building she'd been locked out of. She'd only wanted to gather a little snow for water. She shouldn't have ignored the flashing letters and lights on her tablet. She shouldn't have, but she has, and now she's freezing through her fur and down to the bone. Death isn't something she's ever really been afraid of, but like this? What feels like a hundred thousand leagues away from the Abbey and home, it's a little scary for once.
She turns on her tablet to send out one request in case she doesn't make it through the night. Norfinbury will be treated to a young vixen trying to keep the upper lip very very stiff. Snow blows behind her.]
I was just wondering if anyone's got brothers or sisters around here. I got a big brother back home. Colm. He's a right yellow-bellied toad-kisser. But I been thinking about him a lot since I got here. Keep hoping he'll turn up. Reckon I get enough food together he will. Thought pitching snowballs at housed'd make him come running... usually does.
[She rubs at her eyes and puts on a smile.]
Wondering what you humans got for kin! You... you got kin, right?
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[Another living creature! Oh, thank the Fates. As soon as Tamarack steps in the door to the house, she hears the tell tale sound of someone moving.]
Hey! Hey, who's there?
[She rushes toward the source of the sound, bright-eyed, excited. It might be one of the humans, but that's all right. She'll take anyone at this point. Tamarack is a creature used to being surrounded by family, a full Abbey. Being alone has been a small torture.]
Hi! I'm Tamarack, and I ain't never been more happy to meet nobody ever!
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Name's Leon. [He could see why someone'd be happy to find other people in that snow hell but he wasn't the best person to have around. And his priorities were securing a room for the night for the night with a good source of warmth and rest, not... chat.]
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Tifa Lockhart | Final Fantasy VII
[Having grown up in the mountains, Tifa had thought she was pretty used to dealing with the cold, but this...
She's already tried the basics: Kicking at doors, punching at windows, shouting for help. Of course, none of it has helped her much. It kept her warm for a while, though.
At least she's got the coat. Her fingers are numb, though, and she spends a precious moment fumbling with the tablet's keyboard before finally giving up and flicking on the video function.
She's trembling badly, and she takes a moment to try to keep her teeth from chattering before speaking. It doesn't quite work.]
H-hey.
[Generally, she'd introduce herself, but it's hard to remember pleasantries at a time like this.]
I'm not sure where I am. All the doors are locked, and...
[Tifa pauses, exhaling in frustration.]
Can anybody help a girl out?
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[Tifa's first course of action is to get a fire started, because she's absolutely freezing. Next, she searches the rooms for everything useful she can find. She's ecstatic when she finds some canned food, but of course there's no can opener to be found. She's sitting at the table, contemplating the pros and cons of opening one with a knife, when the door opens.
She's up in an instant. It's possible, of course, that whoever's coming in just wants shelter like she does. But knowing this place, she can't exactly be lax.]
Hello?
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No, all Cissnei sees is another young woman in a space that seems big enough for both of them, should Tifa allow it.]
Don't worry. I only came in here to get warm. And maybe see what's around here. I'll try not to get in your way.
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No problem!
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Shepard | Mass Effect
[She's pacing. This is normal - those who have spoken with Shepard on the network before will know that she is rarely still when she speaks. But she's pacing with wider steps than usual, in the dank little room with the leaking roof and gray walls. The video feed moves quickly and jerkily, showing her face, then a sharp tilt, then her pacing feet. Then the tablet goes clattering down, and at an awkward angle, the network is treated to the view of Shepard punching the wall so hard her knuckles make a sharp cracking complaint.]
Damnit!
[She cradles her bruised hand with her good one, shaking her head, once, twice, three violent times.]
I haven't lost it yet, [she says in a tight, tense voice down at the tablet.] But it's happening. I'm seeing things that - [she abruptly stops, and presses the heels of her palms against her eyes.]
I know they didn't beat us - not yet. They're just playing with my head. Just... remind me, would you? That I'm not home. That it isn't over.
4 | Action!
[The second death is easier.
Shepard knows as soon as she comes to her senses, once she's calmed from the initial shock that makes her snap up on the morgue bed and scream silently at the burst of pain behind her eyes. She puts her head in her hands and breathes. You wouldn't think having died once would give you useful life experience, but there she is. Gone, back. Again.
The thing is, it makes sense. She hadn't expected to stay dead. They can take her down, but she's no longer afraid of staying down. She hisses at the headache as she eases herself off the bed and to her feet, but it's also a sound of rage, of cold defiance. Bastards made a mistake. She does not go gently.
Her feet crumple from under her.
The collapse s more shocking than painful. Only when she hits the floor, and lies in a dazed heap, does she register that her legs won't obey her. She feels them - pins and needles, goosebumps, one hip now badly bruised - but the order to move stops somewhere above her knees. She pushes herself up and finds herself seated on the cold floor, too stunned for any feeling but confusion. She can't walk like this. She can't even crawl properly. That didn't happen last time.
There's the strangest feeling of delayed-reaction panic now, like she knows that she's about to snap and has time to assess the panic and avert it. Combat kind of feeling. Shepard raises her head. There's a shadow moving just past the doorway of the morgue, stark against the pale white lighting and walls outside. All right. Not alone. Not alone is everything.]
Hey! I need help in here!
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hi Miranda let me confuse you BUT LOVINGLY
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Koriand'r / Starfire || DC Comics || cw: nudity
Hello! I am Koriand'r, from the planet Tamaran, in the Vega system. Have I said that already? [ The very orange woman's very green eyes don't seem to focus properly, and she glistens with sweat. Which is strange, because she seems to have stripped completely naked. That's the easy assumption, of course, when you can see most of her naked breasts on the camera. ]
I have now been in this residence for eight days, and it seems to have changed a great deal. I do not believe it was this shade of pink before. I am concerned that my weakened physiology may have been compromised, resulting in hallucinations both visual and auditory in-- yes?
[ She glances away, as though somebody has called her name. ]
Yes, I'm coming.
[ The camera drops, and the network is sadly shown only a very blurred view of Kori's very naked body before it focuses again on her calves as they walk away. ]
III Action
Kori was having an interesting time with clothes. It was very difficult to find anything that fit, and nothing in her life prepared her for making sewing alterations. She had only just found some long fabric, and was finally able to attempt tying a skirt around her waist. To her profound dismay, she couldn't get it to hang any lower than her knees. She was still stuck in the men's pants she had been fortunate enough to find on her first day. She was beginning to fear she would die of exposure, having arrived in clothes not in the least suited to this weather in her newly vulnerable body.
Leaving the 'skirt' tied over her pants, she finally discovered the fireplace and yelped with delight. She was starting a fire when the door opened.
"Oh, hello!" Her attention didn't stray from the task at hand - a tiny flame, beginning to catch.
"Forgive me, I was just preparing a lovely fire." She stood to smile at the stranger, relieved to find it wasn't a monster. She would have been polite either way.
"It should be large enough to provide warmth soon. In the mean time, would you like to share body heat?"
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As Steve cautiously opened the door and looked in, he had just enough time to register that 1) someone was crouched by the fireplace, and 2) someone was kind of... orange, but not particularly monstery. Then she stood up and faced him and OHGODBREASTS. Steve quickly averted his eyes, clearing his throat.
"...Ma'am."
Steve had enough presence of mind to shut the door behind him.
"Sorry, I, uh... I didn't mean to burst in while you're, um. Exposed."
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Steve Rogers | Marvel Cinematic Universe (AoU-compliant)
No no no no no no no—
[Steve pushes his way through the snowdrifts, running as fast as he can to reach the door of the crumbling building looming dimly through the fog. He practically falls against the door, twisting the knob and ramming the door with his shoulder, but as he already knows, as his tablet has already informed him—it's too late. He turns and rests his back against the door, letting his head thunk back against it as he catches his breath.]
...Hell. [He shakes his head.] Not too bright, Rogers.
[He knows what happens to people trapped outside at night, but it's simply not in him to give up, so he heads to the lee of the wrecked building and sets to work digging a snow cave in the piled up drifts. He crawls inside and seals up the entrance behind him, leaving a tiny hole for fresh air, and settles in for a dark, cold, lonely night.
So. Here he is again, headed slowly and inexorably toward a cold, icy death. ...Son of a bitch.
Maybe he'll wake up in the future again, like last time. Maybe he won't.
He thinks of last time, the ice getting bigger and bigger in the windshield, Peggy's voice over the radio the only thing keeping him from turning inside out with fear.
He fumbles in the dark for his tablet, the glow of its screen a welcome light in the blackness. He activates the voice post option.]
...Anybody out there?
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[Steve can scarcely believe it. A clean, intact house with a working fireplace, a small pile of firewood stacked neatly next to the hearth, even. This is better than he's had in days, a damn sight better than the small shed he'd huddled in the night before.
He'll light the fire when it gets a bit colder and darker; first he wants to do a quick search, see what else this house has got on offer.] Come on hot water hot water hot water...
[Steve freezes and goes silent, holding his breath. He just heard a noise above him in the house—yes, someone or something is coming down the stairs. Loosening his trusty table-leg from his pack and holding it at the ready, he slinks towards the noise, silent as a cat, pausing with the stairway just around a blind corner. God, please, not another monster, this house is so nice. He takes a breath and peeks around the corner...]
[Or whatever scenario you'd like, throw something at me! :D]
4!
That's when he turns and locks eyes with Steve, and freezes for half a second. There's not really anywhere to go, as late as it is. Can he bolt to one of the rooms and try to barricade himself in? There's no way he can take the guy, not unarmed and relatively small as he is, but he's also gotta take up most of the doorway.
Well. Jim hasn't tried the whole "talking someone out of something" thing in a while, might as well give it a go. ]
-Hi. There.
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Roy Mustang | Fullmetal Alchemist
[God he hates the snow. He hates the snow so much, especially when he's tripping through it while sprinting towards the closest building. But by the time he reaches a door, it's 8:01 and it's already tightly shut. Several attempts at opening it prove futile. He even tries blowing it up with his alchemy before he remembers that the countless snaps are useless here.
Great.]
Whoever has control over these buildings has an interesting sense of humor.
[Which he certainly doesn't find funny, as the annoyed tone of his voice shows. He sighs to himself.]
I suppose there's no point in staying here. [Or panicking.] If anyone has ever been in this situation before, I would appreciate your advice. In addition, if anyone else is out here right now, it would be best if we met up.
[A pause before he smirks a little, if only to make light of the situation.]
After all, I'd hate for any beautiful women to be left alone in a place or time like this. I'm sure we would be able to figure something out together.
3. Great Logs of Fire; ACTION
[Roy Mustang never thought he would be so excited to see the potential for fire again. As night begins to fall, he wastes no time stacking a couple of logs in the fireplace, making sure to save most of the pile for later. He's just about to light them with a pack of old matches when he hears footsteps and promptly turns to face the source, arm and hand up in a gloved snap: a reflex.
Even if it won't do anything.]
4. Idk what I'm doing; ACTION
[The first thing he notices upon waking is that it's incredibly dark. It feels colder than usual, and for a moment he thinks he might be at Briggs, before he remembers the moments that occurred just before he lost consciousness. Right. He wasn't in Amestris at all.
He can hear his tablet urging him to leave--strange, as it generally never announced things verbally--but he gets up and fumbles his way around the room, occasionally bumping into a wall or other piece of furniture on his way out.
The change in temperature, the feeling of snow on the ground, and the sudden silence of his tablet, alerts him that he's made it somewhere else...that is still incredibly dark. He stumbles around, arms stretched out to try and find some wall to guide him, before he bumps into someone and promptly says:]
My apologies.
[Or throw something else at me!]
4!
She takes a step back, giving him a bit of room. From the way he has his arms stretched out, she's assuming there's something wrong with his vision. That's obviously dangerous, especially in a place like Norfinbury. Tifa, being Tifa, can't just leave him here like this.]
It's all right.
[She hesitates. What's the protocol in a situation like this?]
I'm Tifa. Are you okay?
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omg miranda!
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Dick Grayson | DC Comics
[ Alright, so Gotham gets pretty cold. Blüdhaven is about the same, temperature-wise, seeing as it's right across the harbor. Both of those places? Do not even compare to how frigid it is in this place. And see, while Dick Grayson is accustomed to cold weather, he is not accustomed to weathering it (ha, puns, he's not too cold for those) without an insulated suit or about seven layers of jackets. Wet jeans and a thin hoodie do not a warm Dick make.
This is why it's a problem for him to be stuck outside. He'd meant to just go grab more firewood, but one thing led to another and now he's huddled up against a wall outside, thankfully mostly blocked from the wind. Most of his musing revolves around survival at the moment, but there's a stray thought here and there about Bruce and the fact that he'd probably have some stupid meditation technique that'd keep him alive through the night.
Silence isn't exactly something that gets to him, but... he might die, tonight, or at least start down that path. He keeps himself balled up, resting his tablet on his knees, and turns on a video message with a hum. He's used the function a few times already, so he thinks at least one or two people should know him as Robbie Malone. Yes, his screen name is holymalone and yes, he knows it doesn't technically rhyme unless you say it wrong but he thinks it's funny. ]
Nice weather we're having, huh? [ Great, what a great conversation starter, Dick. ]
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[ Bet you weren't expecting to run face first into a 5'10 muscular hunk of a man, were you? Not that he'd ever be so boastful about it, but he is pretty thick and he has great balance. The greatest balance in the world isn't going to stop him from dropping the stacked firewood in his arms all over the floor, unfortunately, and in the ringing silence after each log clatters on the wood floor of the house, Dick looks up at the person he's just run into. ]
Well, this is awkward. [ A beat. ] This isn't your wood, is it?
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It's a dark, lonely night, so he's happy to hear a friendly voice.]
Oh yes, positively delightful. [dry as the desert sand]
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/takes a bow! Any fan of Steph is a friend of mine /o/
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Cinna | The Hunger Games
[ Cinna is unaccustomed to such a lack of stimulation. He's used to having things to do, places to be and wars to fight. He's used to parties and finery. He's used to working more than his fair share. He's used to clandestine meetings and treasonous liaisons in dark corners, mystery and intrigue at its finest.
But this... his mind is most defintely going stir crazy. Who could rightfully blame him? This is a different kind of cage than the one he's accustomed to, but still, a cage. This is what brings him to use the network. ]
I don't suppose that anyone has material, a needle and thread? [ It's laughable, really. The idea that anyone would have these luxuries in such an environment. There is the 'crazy' part of stir crazy to consider. ]
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First of all, waking up on a morgue table is a very cold, dark and solitary experience. Not knowing how one got there is even worse. Cinna remembers the beating, the torture. There had been a brief moment when he'd thought he might survive. But of course President Snow couldn't allow that. No one stands up to him in any way and survives. And of course, Cinna had shown his entire hand with that Mockingjay dress. That's it. The end.
Except...
Cinna pushes the sheet away from his face and sits up. No wonder he's so cold. He's naked. That won't do. Cinna wraps the sheet around his waist as he slides off of the metal slab. His knees buckle and he has to pull himself back up to stand upright. Apparently having been previously dead and then brought back to life makes something as simple as standing a difficult endeavor.
With his weight on the palm of his hand, he slowly eases that up to shift the weight to his legs. It works. He can stand. And now he's off to find some clothes, preferably something warm.
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The man has markings on his skin much like Grey does and he stays crouched down against the wall silently watching, taking his measure. Though he has track pants, his only clothes that he's had for years, he misses his knife; without it, he really does feel naked.
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Grey - Snowpiercer
[Grey is used to the cold. He had grown used to having warmth, it's true, where he's from, but now he's here. Now it's back. And he's trapped outside. Stupid. He'd gotten soft. He can feel his knife pressed to his back, but that will hardly help him. Being mute doesn't help. So, he pulls his tablet out and starts to type, his fingers already numb, his lungs even the sharpness of the air.]
I was here. I don't know where here is, but I am here.
[and that matters, doesn't it?]
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Sitting up, Grey is immediately alert, immediately sharp and ready, the metal of the table cold under him.
What's going on? He doesn't know where he is, he doesn't know where the train has gone, or anything else. The blood on his chest, over his heart, is dried and tight, but he's not dead. How that works, he doesn't understand. But he's too exposed here. He slips from the table and to a crouch, taking the sheet that was covering him with him; he can use whatever he can find. From the train, he's learned that nothing goes to waste. He's silent, wrapping the sheet around his arm, eyes moving constantly as he tries to figure out what's going on.
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Hey. Are you all right?
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[A voice issues out through the tablet, a soothing sort of voice.]
The sun has set once more on our fair town and we screech internally with the fear that we will never see it again, and that the rest of our lives will have to be lived in eternal darkness. We hope that the sun will rise again tomorrow, and the next day, and the next, but we cannot know that it will for certain.
All we can know, is that it is gone now.
[His voice perks up, shifting into a lilting excitement with all the grace of a leaping gazelle.]
Something exciting is happening tonight, Listeners! I am experiencing something new, which is not a practise I usually hold with as experience, as we all know, is the precursor to learning and I am sure that I don't have to tell you how dangerous that can be.
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But this experience is a good experience, it is an allowed experience, it is even an encouraged experience. The leaders of this town make sure that it is strongly encouraged through the use of locked doors and impenetrable walls. I do not think that I have ever died and been reborn before. I hope that I am reborn, I hope that I will be here on another evening at another time to talk to you all over this poor substitute for a radio.
[He hesitates. His voice drops in volume and energy.]
Stay tuned next for the sound of the human body going into shock, the slow and declining breathing of a dying man, and finally the stillness of a death that awaits us all.
Goodnight, Norfinbury. Goodnight.
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[Steve gapes at his tablet for a really long time, kind of in shock because what the actual hell, really??]
[clears his throat] I want to be glad for you for taking this so cheerfully and optimistically, but I think mostly I'm concerned about the nightmares I'm going to have tonight. Thanks. [peak sarcasm]
For what it's worth though... I hope you come back, too. [This last bit is soft and honest. God but it kills him to be unable to help.]
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Ava Osklova | Black Widow: Forever Red
Ava isn't certain if the survival instincts that kick in are hers born from some memory of cold like this or Natasha's, but it doesn't matter. She's grateful for the jeans and fencing sweatshirt she's wearing but they are by no means sufficient for this sort of cold. She listens to those instincts and they drive her toward a house that appears to be intact. Better yet, it's got a fireplace and someone has thought to provide some wood. She knows that her first course of action should be to check the house out, to make certain that no one is hiding with the intentions of knocking her off (it wouldn't be the first time) but that bone chilling, teeth chattering cold has her working on a fire first.
She might be a very cold teenager, but she's not so distracted that she will miss someone sneaking up behind her. She's got too much S.H.I.E.L.D training and far too much of Natasha still left in her head for that.
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She knows even before the cold settles in that she messed up. She knows when the sun starts to set and it's too far back to civilization to make it before dark. She should have listened to her instincts instead of her stubborn desire to be a savior (to make Alex proud). She should have listened and she didn't, which is why she's out here in the cold.
She finds a little windbreak in the corner created by two buildings slammed up against each other then huddles down, teeth chattering as she turns on her tablet. ]
Hello? Anyone out there?
[ Ava is from the Black Widow: Forever Red novel. Info can be found here in a spoileriffic review]
Rue | The Hunger Games
[Rue is not normally one to turn down an adventure. Even under dangerous conditions; Rue's entire life has been lived under dangerous conditions, so a little danger isn't enough to stop her from investigating. Though she's never seen weather like this before, she's just been careful to stay inside when she's not looking for a source of food.
To her disappointment, she hasn't found any trees or other plantlife, much less anything edible or medicinal. But she did eventually find a store; it never seems to run out of food, and has more than enough to survive on each day. Rue has never seen anything like it outside of the Capitol. So she stays in a house just a short walk away from the store. It simply doesn't occur to her that she should have to go somewhere else, and while Rue likes adventure, she's too used to starvation and poverty to dare give up an endless source of food when there's no sign of anything else edible in this town.
So after maybe a week, she starts to see things. Movements in her peripheral vision; things that look like eyes on the walls that disappear when she turns to look at them. She checks over her entire body for tracker jacker stings, wondering if she'd been stung in her sleep and is hallucinating as a result, but she doesn't find anything, and she's never seen any nests here anyway.
Rue doesn't use the tablet too much except to read what everyone else says. It's very high-tech, something she'd only see people own in the Capitol, and it feels strange in her small hands. She knows by now that sometimes strange things happen in this town; other people have posted about it. But she'd like to know if what she's seeing poses any real danger before she moves away from her food source.]
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I keep seeing things in the house I'm in. I don't know if they're real, since they disappear when I try to look at them. Are they dangerous? Like the monsters?
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[Rue hears someone else coming before she can finish the fire she's set up in the fireplace. While the people here mostly seem nice, Rue still can't quite shake the deep-seated fear cultivated in her by living in Panem and fighting in the Hunger Games. It's better to wait quietly and learn before you act. So she hides elsewhere in the house; in the kitchen, specifically, in one of the cupboards beneath the counters. She can see straight into the living room from the kitchen if she just opens the cupboard door a little.
For the most part, she doesn't do that. But while her company goes about their business, in the moments where their guard is down, she cracks the door of the cupboard just a little so she can watch. The occasional slight movement and flash of dark brown eyes, watching, is their only companion. At least until they notice they're not alone.]
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At the moment, he's too excited about the fireplace to notice that he's being watched. He certainly plans on checking out the kitchen, but first...]
Wow! Awesome!
[Quark heads to the fireplace, relief spread across his frozen face.]
It's all set up and everything...
[Somewhat strange, but hey, maybe the house was just like that already. Too excited to worry about it, Quark pulls a pack of matches out from one of his coat's many pockets, getting on his knees by the fireplace to try and get a light.]
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Kevin | Welcome to Night Vale | @dbcr; audio
[Unlike Cecil's soothing voice that issued from the tablets earlier, this one has a sort of singsong quality to it as if the speaker were constantly upbeat and cheered about everything. It's a little higher than Cecil's as well but dips and rises in the same place that Night Vale's broadcaster's does.]
The sun that rises on us is not one that we know, but the Smiling God still graces us day after day, and we keep smiling on day after day. The Six Eared Thing That Fears Water was not in my bathtub this morning and needing moved, but my bathtub wasn't there either. I hope that both of them are all right wherever they are. Is it not my desert out there, but all deserts are the same whether they are sand or snow covered. An angel (which are very real) can be made in them, can't they? Then they must be real.
[Kevin makes a brrrring sound, meant to signify cold but who knows with him. It could mean that he's slaughtered someone to decorate a room or that he's freezing to death in the snow. The latter might be best for everyone involved. When he speaks again, his voice is low and smoky like a late night broadcaster, whispering secrets to the world.]
I know you're out there. Did you get my voicemail? Doors that vanish can reappear, opening both ways.
[All that darkness is gone immediately, Kevin's sounding happy as a clam. Funny, considering where is.]
For someone who was born and raised in a desert, all this snow is quite the thing! But a good thing that the Smiling God has chosen to give us. Why, just as I was taking my morning shower with my bright yellow Strexcorp curtain pulled over me and the thing in the drain eating all the organ meat to keep the drain from clogging, I wondered what snow would be like. And here I am! It will be a glorious time filled with company picnics and visits to the dog park!
Until next time, remember that the mountains are real. The angels are real. The floating kittens in the men's room that should have been destroyed are real. And so am I. Hope to be seeing you all soon, and keep smiling, Norfinbury! Keep smiling and practising your screams because that's how your family will recognize you when you find yourself blindfolded and sedated and lightly beaten and broken spiritually beyond repair on the concrete of your first day of work.
Sleep well. We'll be there in the dark.
Every night. Waiting.
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