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Network Prompts
ONE: WAKEY WAKEY You're drawn out of your slumber when your tablet emits an earsplitting SCREECH. No amount of shaking it or hitting it will get it to shut up for five whole minutes, but at the very end it cuts itself off what sounds like a piercing scream. Well, that was weird. Maybe you should check in on the network - someone might have an idea of what that was. Or maybe they'll be just as lost as you are. At least you can all be confused together...
TWO: DON'T LET THE BEDBUGS BITE... It's past curfew, and you've been locked in for the night. But for some reason, you just can't manage to get to sleep. Nightmares giving you grief? General insomnia problems? Well, at least you've got the network to keep you company. Maybe you can get someone to tell you a bedtime story.
Action Prompts
THREE: INCONVENIENCE STORE Congratulations, you've managed to stumble upon the Mallard River Market! But you're not alone. Among the shelves of junk food (just as well-stocked as you would expect from any normal store) you'll find one - or more! - other people there with you. Here's hoping you're not both after the same box of Frosted Toaster Pastries, because things could get ugly fast. Don't linger too long, either; at 7PM, you'll be compelled to leave whether you want to or not and will only have about an hour to find somewhere to take shelter...
FOUR: RUN RUN RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN It's late. It's cold. There's a bunch of snow around you and you can sort of make out vague shapes in the distance that might be buildings, but in these conditions it's hard to tell. Regardless of what they are, though, you're going to want to hustle - if it hits 8PM and you're still outside, you're not going to make it through the night. Perhaps that person up ahead can help you? Or - if you're already safe and sound - maybe you should head outside to get that poor soul struggling outside in to shelter before they freeze. Good luck!
[Good morning, Norfinbury. Nathan shoves his entire face up close and personal with the camera as if somehow that's going to make what he has to say much more emphatic. Or maybe he's just shit with cameras. Both are likely.]
Did anyone else just have to deal with their tablet going through some kind of midlife crisis? Now, I'm no expert, but the last time something screeched at me [something electronic, mind you, because he gets screeched at a lot] it was a goddamn Furby and I'm pretty bloody certain that thing was trying to sacrifice me to Satan.
4. Action
Hey! Hey! Hold the door!
[Nathan's looking particularly ungraceful as he leaps through the snow, gangly limbs flailing all about in a panic as he tries to flag down the person ahead of him who's just reached a building.]
Yes, you, bastard! Have a heart!
[And just as he's saying that, karmatic justice causes him to slip and fall face-first into the snow. His insult tapers off into a high-pitched yelp, which is in turn muffled by the blanket of white. Doesn't seem like he's getting up.]
[Rise has been concerned with only two things: it is cold and late, and there is a building up ahead. Without her Persona she has no real way of knowing who or what might be around her so her first hint that someone might be heading in the same direction is the urgent calling that turns insulting quickly enough that her first instinct is to cross the short distance to the building and shut and block the door.
She can't be that mean. She knows what being stuck outside will entail. And so she does turn, only to raise an eyebrow at seeing him face-down in the snow. Her arms fold across her chest, partly in frustration and partly also because it's freezing and she wants to be inside already.]
I'm not sure why I should be if you're going to be so rude but fine, hurry it up already. I'm not getting locked outside for you.
[Spitting out snow, Nathan raises himself up on his elbows. He can't feel his face, or his anything else. It's great. Rude? He doesn't know what she's talking about. He just can't abide rudeness of all things. He grimaces.]
No, it's no use, you're just going to have to carry me. I can't feel my legs.
[It was bound to happen someday. All that joking about his tingling anus and all. But just as he's about to throw a hand up to his forehead and pretend to swoon, it seems to hit him that she's seriously going to lock him out if he doesn't stop playing around.]
Alright, alright, you got me, I'm cured!
[He jumps up, nearly slipping again in the process of reaching her and the doorway.]
[Mostly because it would have involved her dragging him by the arms through the snow until she could deposit him inside the building. She's not exactly built for carrying people.
But he's moving so she'll hold in the doorway until he catches up with her, walking in once she's sure he'll get in before the door snaps closed because if she's sharing this space with someone then she has logistics to work out.]
Okay. First things first, we should figure out just how much space we have and what can be turned into sleeping areas. We can get to searching once we figure that out.
[Nathan jumps, muttering a subdued "Jesus" under his breath when Rise slams the door shut behind him. He runs a hand through his hair, looking positively put-out (despite the fact that he was just let in) as he rubs his hands together for warmth.]
So you're not up for a shag, then. That answers question one. [He puts up his hands defensively in front of him, as if anticipating a blow to the head.] Sorted. You don't strike me as my type, anyway, no offense.
[She's so pretty, after all. That means she's probably incredibly hard to please, and he really needs someone with low standards to make things work. He breezes onto the next topic as if he hadn't said anything at all offensive.]
So! Sleeping areas, one for you, one for me. Let's see. No staircase, in case it's one of those hidden-in-the-bookcase type deals. [He looks around, beginning to circle the living room.] This place'll do well enough for me, I think. I'll even be a gentleman and take the floor.
[She might not hit him but he earns a definite glare as he answers his own "first question". Already she's starting to think she might have made a bad call letting him in but she knows she couldn't have lived with herself if she'd shut him out and then he'd wound up dead.]
I already feel sorry for anyone who would be your type.
[And with that, she's already moving to see the other rooms in what turns out to be one of the smaller places. Which doesn't mean she misses his comment and of course she can't help but be suspicious.]
What, so you can look up my skirt? I don't think so.
[And the sooner she finds pants that fit the better. Either way, it apparently won't be a problem.]
Anyway, there's a bedroom here. It's pretty small but at least we have our own space. That's something.
[And now they just have to figure out what else might be found here. Hopefully having something to do will keep them out of trouble...hopefully...]
[Nathan whirls around to face her, putting his hand against his heart and gasping in mock offense.]
Excuse me? What do you take me for, some kind of sick, deranged pervert?
[The hand against his heart instead sticks out toward her accusingly.]
I'll have you know if I wanted to see your knickers that badly I'd damn well buy you a drink first!
[And it's true. Women are always so much more agreeable and willing to put out when they're raving drunk. Then his incredible list of (charming, quirky, delightful) faults would just slide right off of their backs. He huffs, sliding his hands into his pockets and shrugging. Well, whatever.]
Then I'll take the couch and you can have the bedroom. See? Gentleman. I won't have it said I'm inhospitable, so don't go spreading shit about me on the Network.
Given how one of the first things you said to me was about whether or not I'd have sex with you and now you're trying to get a minor drunk? You're not exactly doing much to show that you're not.
[Of course, she's used to her share of overzealous attention; as an idol, she sees and hears much worse all the time. But it's been a long day and this really isn't how she'd been hoping to spend her night, for all she'd been getting a little tired of travelling by herself.
At the last part, she simply rolls her eyes.]
Like I have nothing better to do that spend my time talking about you. Now are you going to help search the place or not?
[Sheesh. It's like dealing with a Yosuke she doesn't know well enough to make allowances for.]
Now hold on, just calm down, love, alright? There's no need to make things personal!
[He huffs. Sheesh is right.]
First of all, I'm a guy. I think about shagging every girl I meet, so don't go thinking you're special or I'm singling you out or nothing. Second of all, how am I supposed to know how old you are? And thirdly, we're stuck knee-deep in the north pole's asshole! I don't think anyone's going to call the police over you knocking back a few drinks.
[He shakes his head, sauntering past her to check the kitchen.]
I wonder what the odds are of one of these houses having pick 'n' mix.
There's a difference between thinking something and saying it. Or did you never learn that some things are better kept to yourself?
[Some guys are like that, she knows. Hell, some girls are like that too; she has the balance of her core personality and her job to make sure she keeps her tongue in check but even then she's hardly known for being subtle at times.
She's still pretty sure she's never propositioned someone right out of the gate like that, beyond anything people choose to read from her idol persona and that's more on them than her.]
Anyway, none of that matters right now. We're stuck here at least until morning so just...try to behave until then.
[And now it's time to pull the bedroom apart looking for anything of use. If she's read anything into his observation, she's not rising to it.]
[The answer is an emphatic "Nope!" so Nathan carries on, opening and closing cabinets in the kitchen. He peers over his shoulder when he realizes she's not paying him any attention and has in fact gone to inspect the bedroom. From where he's searching, he calls loudly in her direction.]
Tell me if you find a dildo so I can take a picture!
[Or anything meant for sex. He'd gladly make room in his bag for something that could prove him a very lucky man somewhere down the line. He laughs to himself, shaking his head at the thought of posting a lewd picture on the Network for everyone to twist their panties over.]
[Tifa had actually stopped as soon as she heard Nathan running, which means she got to watch him faceplant in all his clumsy glory. She raises her eyebrows, debating whether or not she should go check on him. Being called a bastard isn't exactly endearing.]
Hurry up!
[They only have a couple minutes at most. Of course, she's not going to leave him outside to freeze, but also, he really should try being nicer.
[With a dragged out groan, Nathan drags himself up to his hands and knees and looks up at her, his face one of incredulity.]
Me? Oh, I'm just peachy, love. Thanks for the concern. Though I could do without the whole ninth circle of hell bullshit. And maybe a later curfew. I mean, eight o'clock? I haven't had to go home that early since I was pre-pubescent!
[Oh, right, the hurrying thing. It shows on his face the instant Nathan remembers this, and he's on his feet in a second, practically sprinting forward.]
[Tifa rolls her eyes a little. This is going to be a fun night, but she's still holding the door for him. Not that there's much she can do if curfew passes and it decides to slam shut on her.]
[He definitely does make it, though whether or not that's ultimately better for her she can decide later. He slides into doorway by the skin of his teeth, it bolting itself shut just seconds after the two of them are safely inside.
Nathan doubles over, wheezing, his hands clenched against his knees.]
How's that for an adrenaline rush? If I were a proper junkie, I'd be getting high off of that one for weeks.
[Nathan, of course, didn't do it on purpose as much as he just came from a direction that had an unfortunately long span of houselessness. But hey, if she's gonna smile so nicely at him, he's not going to admit that anything was an accident. Time to turn on the charm.
Not that, you know, he ever turns it off. Ever. He's always charismatic and graceful, despite what anyone might say. Or witness. Or hear him say from his own mouth. He shrugs, waving a hand in front of his face as if to say "it's no big deal, really" despite looking exhausted.]
Believe me, I've had worse. I could write a bloody book on near-death experiences.
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[That makes two of them, then. Tifa straightens up again and decides that maybe his prior rudeness was just out of panic. He seems nice enough, anyway.]
[Nice? Well, maybe a bit charming, but that wears off quick. She'll have to enjoy it while it lasts. Nathan practically preens as he strikes his hand out. It's unfortunate that she doesn't know him well enough to know that she really doesn't want to know where that thing's been.]
And you can call me Captain Invincible.
[He puts his other hand on his hip as if this really helps drive home the point that he's so very impressive. Needless to say, it does nothing for him but make him look a bit sassy.]
[Okay, well... She's shaking his hand out of politeness, but there's a bemused smile on her face. Anyone would be relieved to have gotten inside after cutting it that close, but she's not sure what to make of him.]
[Steve's not the type to leave a man behind, if he did just call him a bastard for no reason. He immediately comes back for him, sprinting over to where he went face-down in the snow. Steve grabs him by an arm and the back of his collar and hauls him to his feet, ready to drag him if he needs to.]
C'mon, get your feet moving, that door's going to lock any minute now!
[Nathan's so thin that when Steve yanks him up by his arm, Nathan really is hauled to his feet. It scares him pretty badly. He lets out a yell, and his long legs sort of fly out desperately beneath him, slipping on the slick ice, but at least he keeps moving, just as he's told.
It's not until they're safe back inside and the door slamming shut behind him that he finds it in him to say anything else. He stares at his savior with wide eyes.]
You nearly gave me a heart attack!
[He falls down promptly on his ass, breathing heavily. He's really far from the athletic type. But then, miraculously, he actually he actually says something that can maybe be construed as polite.]
Thanks, man. I really didn't think I was gonna make it! Not that I wouldn't make one sexy popsicle, but fuck if I'm in the mood for freezing to death. I'll take a bullet to the skull any day.
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Nathan Young | Misfits
Christ!
[Good morning, Norfinbury. Nathan shoves his entire face up close and personal with the camera as if somehow that's going to make what he has to say much more emphatic. Or maybe he's just shit with cameras. Both are likely.]
Did anyone else just have to deal with their tablet going through some kind of midlife crisis? Now, I'm no expert, but the last time something screeched at me [something electronic, mind you, because he gets screeched at a lot] it was a goddamn Furby and I'm pretty bloody certain that thing was trying to sacrifice me to Satan.
4. Action
Hey! Hey! Hold the door!
[Nathan's looking particularly ungraceful as he leaps through the snow, gangly limbs flailing all about in a panic as he tries to flag down the person ahead of him who's just reached a building.]
Yes, you, bastard! Have a heart!
[And just as he's saying that, karmatic justice causes him to slip and fall face-first into the snow. His insult tapers off into a high-pitched yelp, which is in turn muffled by the blanket of white. Doesn't seem like he's getting up.]
4
She can't be that mean. She knows what being stuck outside will entail. And so she does turn, only to raise an eyebrow at seeing him face-down in the snow. Her arms fold across her chest, partly in frustration and partly also because it's freezing and she wants to be inside already.]
I'm not sure why I should be if you're going to be so rude but fine, hurry it up already. I'm not getting locked outside for you.
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No, it's no use, you're just going to have to carry me. I can't feel my legs.
[It was bound to happen someday. All that joking about his tingling anus and all. But just as he's about to throw a hand up to his forehead and pretend to swoon, it seems to hit him that she's seriously going to lock him out if he doesn't stop playing around.]
Alright, alright, you got me, I'm cured!
[He jumps up, nearly slipping again in the process of reaching her and the doorway.]
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[Mostly because it would have involved her dragging him by the arms through the snow until she could deposit him inside the building. She's not exactly built for carrying people.
But he's moving so she'll hold in the doorway until he catches up with her, walking in once she's sure he'll get in before the door snaps closed because if she's sharing this space with someone then she has logistics to work out.]
Okay. First things first, we should figure out just how much space we have and what can be turned into sleeping areas. We can get to searching once we figure that out.
[And hear that 'we'? She means that.]
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So you're not up for a shag, then. That answers question one. [He puts up his hands defensively in front of him, as if anticipating a blow to the head.] Sorted. You don't strike me as my type, anyway, no offense.
[She's so pretty, after all. That means she's probably incredibly hard to please, and he really needs someone with low standards to make things work. He breezes onto the next topic as if he hadn't said anything at all offensive.]
So! Sleeping areas, one for you, one for me. Let's see. No staircase, in case it's one of those hidden-in-the-bookcase type deals. [He looks around, beginning to circle the living room.] This place'll do well enough for me, I think. I'll even be a gentleman and take the floor.
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I already feel sorry for anyone who would be your type.
[And with that, she's already moving to see the other rooms in what turns out to be one of the smaller places. Which doesn't mean she misses his comment and of course she can't help but be suspicious.]
What, so you can look up my skirt? I don't think so.
[And the sooner she finds pants that fit the better. Either way, it apparently won't be a problem.]
Anyway, there's a bedroom here. It's pretty small but at least we have our own space. That's something.
[And now they just have to figure out what else might be found here. Hopefully having something to do will keep them out of trouble...hopefully...]
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Excuse me? What do you take me for, some kind of sick, deranged pervert?
[The hand against his heart instead sticks out toward her accusingly.]
I'll have you know if I wanted to see your knickers that badly I'd damn well buy you a drink first!
[And it's true. Women are always so much more agreeable and willing to put out when they're raving drunk. Then his incredible list of (charming, quirky, delightful) faults would just slide right off of their backs. He huffs, sliding his hands into his pockets and shrugging. Well, whatever.]
Then I'll take the couch and you can have the bedroom. See? Gentleman. I won't have it said I'm inhospitable, so don't go spreading shit about me on the Network.
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[Of course, she's used to her share of overzealous attention; as an idol, she sees and hears much worse all the time. But it's been a long day and this really isn't how she'd been hoping to spend her night, for all she'd been getting a little tired of travelling by herself.
At the last part, she simply rolls her eyes.]
Like I have nothing better to do that spend my time talking about you. Now are you going to help search the place or not?
[Sheesh. It's like dealing with a Yosuke she doesn't know well enough to make allowances for.]
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[He huffs. Sheesh is right.]
First of all, I'm a guy. I think about shagging every girl I meet, so don't go thinking you're special or I'm singling you out or nothing. Second of all, how am I supposed to know how old you are? And thirdly, we're stuck knee-deep in the north pole's asshole! I don't think anyone's going to call the police over you knocking back a few drinks.
[He shakes his head, sauntering past her to check the kitchen.]
I wonder what the odds are of one of these houses having pick 'n' mix.
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[Some guys are like that, she knows. Hell, some girls are like that too; she has the balance of her core personality and her job to make sure she keeps her tongue in check but even then she's hardly known for being subtle at times.
She's still pretty sure she's never propositioned someone right out of the gate like that, beyond anything people choose to read from her idol persona and that's more on them than her.]
Anyway, none of that matters right now. We're stuck here at least until morning so just...try to behave until then.
[And now it's time to pull the bedroom apart looking for anything of use. If she's read anything into his observation, she's not rising to it.]
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Tell me if you find a dildo so I can take a picture!
[Or anything meant for sex. He'd gladly make room in his bag for something that could prove him a very lucky man somewhere down the line. He laughs to himself, shaking his head at the thought of posting a lewd picture on the Network for everyone to twist their panties over.]
Classic.
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4! heh heh heh coincidental pun
Hurry up!
[They only have a couple minutes at most. Of course, she's not going to leave him outside to freeze, but also, he really should try being nicer.
Why isn't he getting up?]
Hey, are you okay?
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Me? Oh, I'm just peachy, love. Thanks for the concern. Though I could do without the whole ninth circle of hell bullshit. And maybe a later curfew. I mean, eight o'clock? I haven't had to go home that early since I was pre-pubescent!
[Oh, right, the hurrying thing. It shows on his face the instant Nathan remembers this, and he's on his feet in a second, practically sprinting forward.]
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Come on!
[He's definitely going to make it. Hopefully.]
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Nathan doubles over, wheezing, his hands clenched against his knees.]
How's that for an adrenaline rush? If I were a proper junkie, I'd be getting high off of that one for weeks.
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I don't think you should try that again.
[She leans down a bit, trying to get a look at his face.]
Really, though, are you okay?
[Hopefully she doesn't get a sarcastic response this time.]
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Not that, you know, he ever turns it off. Ever. He's always charismatic and graceful, despite what anyone might say. Or witness. Or hear him say from his own mouth. He shrugs, waving a hand in front of his face as if to say "it's no big deal, really" despite looking exhausted.]
Believe me, I've had worse. I could write a bloody book on near-death experiences.
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I'm glad you made it. I'm Tifa.
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And you can call me Captain Invincible.
[He puts his other hand on his hip as if this really helps drive home the point that he's so very impressive. Needless to say, it does nothing for him but make him look a bit sassy.]
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Hmm. Is there something else I can call you?
[Seriously, Nathan, throw her a bone please.]
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Nathan! :DDDDD Also, 4.
C'mon, get your feet moving, that door's going to lock any minute now!
ovo <3
It's not until they're safe back inside and the door slamming shut behind him that he finds it in him to say anything else. He stares at his savior with wide eyes.]
You nearly gave me a heart attack!
[He falls down promptly on his ass, breathing heavily. He's really far from the athletic type. But then, miraculously, he actually he actually says something that can maybe be construed as polite.]
Thanks, man. I really didn't think I was gonna make it! Not that I wouldn't make one sexy popsicle, but fuck if I'm in the mood for freezing to death. I'll take a bullet to the skull any day.
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Trust me, son, nobody makes a very sexy popsicle.
[Steve leans over a little to offer his hand to shake.]
How are you, I'm Steve.
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And I'm Captain Invincible!
[Yes. This is how he's going to introduce himself to everyone. Or almost everyone. He'll see where it gets him.]
How am I?
[What a question.]
Freezing my balls off, for one thing. I'm not being funny, but this isn't exactly my idea of a warm, sunny, summer getaway.
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................Captain Invincible.
[Steve stands up straight again, giving 'Captain Invincible' a wry smile.] I hear ya. Sunny Waikiki this sure as hell isn't.