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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!
[Armin halts as he hears the voice (just barely) over the sharp howl of the wind. Turning his head, shielding his face with one arm, he squints into the semi-dark until he spots the figure moving towards him. It seems like he is not the only one caught out late and heading for shelter. For a split second, he considers his options: he doesn't know this person and there might be a chance they are dangerous - he could keep going and at least make sure to get himself to safety. On the other hand, in a rough environment like this, having an ally can only come at an advantage. He was never the best at winter survival --too skinny to really keep warm, too weak to easily chop wood-- and having someone to share the burden with might be just the thing that will help him survive.
It helps that Armin, while pragmatic, is not cold-hearted.
(though, in the current environment, he is certainly cold-everything-elsed)
So he waits, giving the stranger a change to catch up. In the low light, their face is little more than a pale blob underneath their furry hat, and he can't even make a confident guess as to whether they are male or female through the thick coat. There is something a little bit odd about their face, something off, but Armin ignores that for now. It'd be unwise to get caught up in detail and forget the much bigger danger of freezing to death here.]
It's not far. We should hurry.
;_; I hope this season doesn't ruin her but it looks like it might. So season 2 canon point.
[He sounds young, and when she gets a good look at him, definitely looks young. Human, as she's expecting, but doesn't pay too much mind to it.] Yeah, no kidding. [She grunts as she pads through the snow along with him.]
Where is this, anyway? Frickin' Alaska? [She was done with all of this shtako.] Yeah, not too far. We can do it.
I've only seen the first episode of season three so far. Still season 2 was a good high point.
[He's going to assume it's a place, just from the way she --and now that she is close enough that he can properly hear her voice over the wind, he's pretty certain she is in fact a she-- talks about it. Still, Armin had always hailed from the south. He only knows the big towns in the north, not all the tiny little settlements. Especially not the ones that aren't even big enough to make it onto any maps.
Reaching up, he adjusts his thick coat, trying to arrange his hood in such a way that it shields more of his skin from the biting cold. His legs ache from a mixture of exhaustion and cold, but there is nothing to be done for that now. He has to keep going or die. He refuses to be a burden.]
We must be somewhere north, but...
[He trails off. He doesn't think they are within the walls anymore, but without any stars to judge by --and so far he hasn't seen even a smallest glimpse of clear sky since he got here-- he can't be sure where they are.
For now he lets the conversation lapse into silence. He was never physically tough, and the walk is taxing enough that he needs all his concentration and air to keep going.]
It's cold, but I'm guessing you figured that part out.
[She angles her head down into the wind, using her hat to protect her from the blowing snow. She's not quite exhausted yet, though, and she's noticing that he is experiencing some strain.]
Let's stick together, maybe we won't get turned around if it gets harder to see! [She calls over the wind, making an excuse to offer some support and hooks her hand under his elbow just so he can have the support and they can make it to town that little bit faster.]
This happen to you a lot? Or is this your first time training to become a snowman?
[When her hand hooks around his elbow, for a moment he feels the impulse to shake it off, to say he can do it on his own, but he lets the moment pass. Now is not the time for misplaced pride. They have more important things to deal with - like staying alive.
He shakes his head a little in response to her question, then, realising that she wouldn't have been able to see that movement, he speaks up:]
No. Back in training, we were made to train high up in the mountains too. The weather usually wasn't this bad though. It was mostly survival training.
You?
[Hey, if she has lots of experience with this, he'll be very glad to hear it.]
[A doctor, huh? That really is a comfort. Armin passed his first aid lectures with flying colours --though, of course, much like the majority of things he was actually good at, those lectures had contributed very little to his overall abysmal scores-- but he has no illusions about being a good physician. He knows how to bandage up a wound, create a splint if necessary and how to apply a tourniquet to a torn off limb, but beyond that, his medical knowledge is a well that quickly runs dry.
When the first cabins at the edge of town start coming into view against the darkening sky, Armin drops all pretence of conversation and instead redoubles his efforts to get there. At this point, he really isn't picky about what sort of dwelling they end up in, as long as it got four walls and a roof to shield them from the snow and wind. Anything beyond that is bonus.
When they finally make it to the nearest cabin, Armin carefully ducks out from under her hand to force open the door. It takes him three attempts and a few good shoves of his shoulders --and he tries not to dwell on the thought that anyone else from the 104th probably could've gotten it open in one go-- before the door scrapes open, leaving a long clear trail on the dust that lies on the cabin floor. The place smells disused, dusty, and there are no immediate signs of life.]
It's better than nothing. Come on, let's get inside.
[She isn't thrown by the state of the cabin- not after having hidden in old St. Lewis, and in a world devastated by the war between the Votans and the humans there are a lot of abandoned houses. She brushes the snow off her coat and stomps her boots, and then finally pulls off her hat to slap it against her thigh to shake the snow off.]
[It's frugal, too. She doesn't even know if there will be food, but if the snow lets up in the morning they might be alright. The kitchen seems to be barren, and no refrigerator to be seen (though that doesn't say much, because surely that food would be spoiled).]
[There's a chair with a sheet over it, and she goes over to that and plops into it without pulling off the fabric. She looks dryly at Armin, her scaled face appearing exhausted for all that it barely expressed emotion, and she replaced her hat on her snake-patterned head.]
You can call me Doctor Yewll by the way. Or Doc. Most people do.
[Armin honestly doesn't even catch her words at first. Now they are inside and with her furry hat off, it becomes startlingly obvious that she is... well, honestly, he is not sure what she is, but not human for sure. His eyes track over her odd pattern bald scalp, the ears that are practically part of the sides of her head, her dark lips. Even her eyes are different, he realises, her irises hexagonal rather than rounded.
Oh wait, she is staring at him, probably expecting him to say something.]
Ah, I'm sorry, i didn't--
[Boy just saw his first alien, you'll have to forgive him, ma'am.]
[It takes her a moment to realize why he's looking at her like that. Where she's from, humans and Votans interact so often that the idea of a human not knowing what she is takes a bit to run through even her unusually quick perception.]
[She remains settled in the chair in a lazy slump.] I'm an Indogene. Don't worry about it, kid. I don't bite.
That said, lets hope there's at least a few cans of something in there.
[But she doesn't want to get up yet. Her legs are cold and tired and her muscles ache. Her scaled face feels blasted from the cold, and she actually touches it to make sure it's not blistering as it had at Camp Reverie.]
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snowblindmemes2015-06-23 03:54 pm
Holy butts, someone who knows (and plays from) Defiance!
It helps that Armin, while pragmatic, is not cold-hearted.
(though, in the current environment, he is certainly cold-everything-elsed)
So he waits, giving the stranger a change to catch up. In the low light, their face is little more than a pale blob underneath their furry hat, and he can't even make a confident guess as to whether they are male or female through the thick coat. There is something a little bit odd about their face, something off, but Armin ignores that for now. It'd be unwise to get caught up in detail and forget the much bigger danger of freezing to death here.]
It's not far. We should hurry.
;_; I hope this season doesn't ruin her but it looks like it might. So season 2 canon point.
Where is this, anyway? Frickin' Alaska? [She was done with all of this shtako.] Yeah, not too far. We can do it.
I've only seen the first episode of season three so far. Still season 2 was a good high point.
[He's going to assume it's a place, just from the way she --and now that she is close enough that he can properly hear her voice over the wind, he's pretty certain she is in fact a she-- talks about it. Still, Armin had always hailed from the south. He only knows the big towns in the north, not all the tiny little settlements. Especially not the ones that aren't even big enough to make it onto any maps.
Reaching up, he adjusts his thick coat, trying to arrange his hood in such a way that it shields more of his skin from the biting cold. His legs ache from a mixture of exhaustion and cold, but there is nothing to be done for that now. He has to keep going or die. He refuses to be a burden.]
We must be somewhere north, but...
[He trails off. He doesn't think they are within the walls anymore, but without any stars to judge by --and so far he hasn't seen even a smallest glimpse of clear sky since he got here-- he can't be sure where they are.
For now he lets the conversation lapse into silence. He was never physically tough, and the walk is taxing enough that he needs all his concentration and air to keep going.]
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[She angles her head down into the wind, using her hat to protect her from the blowing snow. She's not quite exhausted yet, though, and she's noticing that he is experiencing some strain.]
Let's stick together, maybe we won't get turned around if it gets harder to see! [She calls over the wind, making an excuse to offer some support and hooks her hand under his elbow just so he can have the support and they can make it to town that little bit faster.]
This happen to you a lot? Or is this your first time training to become a snowman?
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He shakes his head a little in response to her question, then, realising that she wouldn't have been able to see that movement, he speaks up:]
No. Back in training, we were made to train high up in the mountains too. The weather usually wasn't this bad though. It was mostly survival training.
You?
[Hey, if she has lots of experience with this, he'll be very glad to hear it.]
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[And she was a pretty good one, if she did say so herself. Which she often did.]
So lets hope that mountain training does you some real good. [At least it doesn't look any more than a few minutes away. She thinks. She hopes.]
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[A doctor, huh? That really is a comfort. Armin passed his first aid lectures with flying colours --though, of course, much like the majority of things he was actually good at, those lectures had contributed very little to his overall abysmal scores-- but he has no illusions about being a good physician. He knows how to bandage up a wound, create a splint if necessary and how to apply a tourniquet to a torn off limb, but beyond that, his medical knowledge is a well that quickly runs dry.
When the first cabins at the edge of town start coming into view against the darkening sky, Armin drops all pretence of conversation and instead redoubles his efforts to get there. At this point, he really isn't picky about what sort of dwelling they end up in, as long as it got four walls and a roof to shield them from the snow and wind. Anything beyond that is bonus.
When they finally make it to the nearest cabin, Armin carefully ducks out from under her hand to force open the door. It takes him three attempts and a few good shoves of his shoulders --and he tries not to dwell on the thought that anyone else from the 104th probably could've gotten it open in one go-- before the door scrapes open, leaving a long clear trail on the dust that lies on the cabin floor. The place smells disused, dusty, and there are no immediate signs of life.]
I think... it's probably abandoned.
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[She isn't thrown by the state of the cabin- not after having hidden in old St. Lewis, and in a world devastated by the war between the Votans and the humans there are a lot of abandoned houses. She brushes the snow off her coat and stomps her boots, and then finally pulls off her hat to slap it against her thigh to shake the snow off.]
[It's frugal, too. She doesn't even know if there will be food, but if the snow lets up in the morning they might be alright. The kitchen seems to be barren, and no refrigerator to be seen (though that doesn't say much, because surely that food would be spoiled).]
[There's a chair with a sheet over it, and she goes over to that and plops into it without pulling off the fabric. She looks dryly at Armin, her scaled face appearing exhausted for all that it barely expressed emotion, and she replaced her hat on her snake-patterned head.]
You can call me Doctor Yewll by the way. Or Doc. Most people do.
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Oh wait, she is staring at him, probably expecting him to say something.]
Ah, I'm sorry, i didn't--
[Boy just saw his first alien, you'll have to forgive him, ma'am.]
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[She remains settled in the chair in a lazy slump.] I'm an Indogene. Don't worry about it, kid. I don't bite.
That said, lets hope there's at least a few cans of something in there.
[But she doesn't want to get up yet. Her legs are cold and tired and her muscles ache. Her scaled face feels blasted from the cold, and she actually touches it to make sure it's not blistering as it had at Camp Reverie.]