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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?
I know little of igloos but I assume their construction is quite simple. [ he leans forward, elbows to his knees. he's sitting in an old armchair. it's ratty, old, and quite uncomfortable, but it's certain better than ground.
klaus notes the envy, but says nothing of it. he merely smirks. ]
"As fast as I can," Warrick managed to gasp before wobbling on his feet and stumbling inside. The door swung shut behind him, muting the howl of the wind and the silence was startling. It was like stepping into an SMS trial for a second, his senses shutting off one by one and leaving him feeling disconnected from himself.
He got about five steps in, desperately trying to get to the fireplace so he could...do irrational things, like stick his hands into the flame to see if that might make them feel like they belonged to his body again. Luckily, he collapsed onto his knees before he got that far.
[ That draws a sharp laugh from Will. The network was a good idea. ]
I know a few who would subscribe to that theory. The truth is man is so stupid that he becomes his own greatest enemy through idiocy. Nothing more, nothing less.
"Nowhere worth staying though?" Martha asked with interest. The searching had been interesting, finding various buildings, trying to make places fit for habitation. Food storage. At least the snow allowed for regular refrigeration.
"What did you find today?" she asked as she made her way back to the fire, moving over so her guest could also sit.
Tonight was a night for idiots it seemed. Dante had foolishly gone out, not thinking at all about the locking doors. And as cold as it was he was still walking, he figured sitting down would just be stupid. For once he had both sleeves rolled down as he walked. Whistling a tune that didn't quite sound like a pleasant harmony.
Seeing the pretty blonde curled up he called out. "Hey babe, you okay?"
Will gently toed away some of the snow invading the cabin before turning to see how far the other man had made it. Not very far at all before he had buckled and collapsed, evidently. Hardly a good sign, and concern spread across Will's face. He would greatly prefer it if he didn't have to be stuck with a corpse for the next... however long it took for the snowstorm to blow over. And if it was within his power to help the stranger, Will would put his all into it, even if the man wasn't a stray to collect and wash down and give shelter to. Not really.
He set aside the steel poker, leaning it against the wall before he knelt down next to the man, offering an arm and a shoulder. "Up you get. I'm not quite sure I can carry you very far," he confessed, intending to haul him back onto his feet. Carrying a grown man might be slightly undignified, anyway. Talking to him would hopefully also help, in case he had any intention of suddenly losing consciousness.
"Not entirely. One didn't have a fireplace, and another didn't have in-tact plumbing." She could fix the plumbing thing, but today had not been one of the days she'd felt like doing any repair work. She'd wanted to explore what she could. Stepping closer to the fire, Helena slid her backpack off and set it on the floor, quickly followed by her coat and she sat down.
"I found some food, actually. Do you need some?" Helena had enough that she could certainly share. Besides, it was the least she could do for being invited to share in the fire.
[Well, Zelda had settled down for the night, curled up in a cocoon of blankets far away from any outer walls, but seeing Ruto is still outside after the tablet's warning pushes her into action. She clicks on the video function as she shrugs the blankets off, rushing to her door as she speaks.]
Lady Ruto, hold on! I will be right... [She jostles the door knob.] ... there...
[It's not opening. A chill that has nothing to do with the temperature runs down her spine. Why isn't it opening. She tucks the tablet under her arm (you're welcome for that view, Ruto), grabbing the handle with both hands and struggling with it.]
Open! You... cursed thing!
[Of course, as the door is a door, it does not comply with her demands.]
Ah, well. I have one. [ he does, and shows it to her, pulling it from his belt and twirling it slowly in his uplifted hand. it's a haphazardly made one, broken from a frozen pipe, curved about the edges. but its tip is long and dangerously sharp. he studies it a second, then turns back to his screen with a helpless shrug. ] If only you could borrow it.
[She understands the mistrust. It is the same Sansa holds within herself. Too much can happen, and when everyone is on the edge of life or death, one cannot be too careful. That does not mean she does not recognize kindness though. Sansa keeps her head bent as she enters the cabin, pleased by the immediate warmth that envelops her.
Turning back, Sansa closes the door behind her.]
I have been seeking shelter for some time now. [The warmth is a comfort, but it nearly burns at her frigid skin, thawing parts of her already.]
The girl woke up in the morgue, just like Tony had. She was incredibly alarmed by her surroundings, and by the fact that she had no idea what she was doing there. The tablet buzzed, drawing her attention, and she noticed that it was logged in under the username 'hawkeye2,' but that name was meaningless to the girl. She didn't have time to figure out anything else, because the device told her to leave. Leave? And go where?
A dog trotted up to the girl, it's tail wagging in greeting. She'd never seen it before in her life, she was pretty sure. "You poor thing..." Crouching down, she gave it a scratch behind it's ear. It only had one eye, and according to its ID tag, the dog's name was Lucky.
The tablet buzzed at her again, this time more insistently, and so the girl rose to leave. The dog followed, and she found that she didn't mind.
When she exited the morgue's lobby, she stood and squinted at the blinding white landscape. Okay... this was vaguely familiar. The freezing, the cold, the isolation. She remembered being lost here, but she still didn't remember her own name, or why there was a dog following her around.
A man stumbled into the girl, startling her, but she was just as relieved to see him as he was to see her. She didn't know him. She'd never seen him in her life.
"Hey.. hi. Are you okay?" The girl's eyebrows drew together when she noticed the man's odd behavior. Was he trying to speak? He looked agitated. Maybe he was injured, but when she gave the rest of him a cursory glance, he seemed to be okay. "What's your name?"
Warrick held his fingers up to his mouth and huffed softly on them, trying to get some colour back into the white, bloodless tips. He hadn't dared put them in his mouth to warm them while he was outside, knowing the dampness would make things a hundred times worse, but it had been tempting. He spared a glance for the man crouching next to him, offering his arm like Warrick was a fragile damsel in need of gentlemanly assistance. Well perhaps he was, in a way. He almost laughed at the thought.
"Mm, likely not," he replied, resting a bit of his weight uncertainly on the stranger's shoulder and letting him lever him up once more into a more dignified position. "You're American. How strange. I've not met an American for ages. Not met anyone for ages, actually."
Here I was thinking he might surprise us. [She grinned back at him, something of that troublemaking tomboy in the look.]
There's a couple spots I might be able to scavenge wood from near here.
[She'll waste no time at this point, hopping up to get going, knowing they'd need as much wood as she could gather if they were to make it through the night.]
Will took the remark in without much comment, and focused on taking the man's weight on his shoulder, instead. Once he seemed stable, he walked him over to the fire, careful to avoid the blankets for now. It wouldn't do to have them be soaked through, like how Will's clothes were being soaked through right now, the man's body freezing where it was pressed against his own.
The stranger appeared to be babbling.
"A side-effect of the snow and isolation, I suspect. It warps time." He'd never have guessed that there could've been a more bizarre reason for his accent being unfamiliar -- he wasn't at all surprised to hear a British one, after all.
He stood there for a moment, letting them both soak in the heat of the fire before he started to untangle himself from the stranger's limbs, almost seeming apologetic about it. "I'm afraid you'll have to at least take off your shoes and outer layers. It'll do you good in the long run."
You can stay here with me if you want. [Korra peers out of the window at the sky, a frown on her face.] I wasn't going to stick around long, but it's getting late. I don't want to risk getting locked outside when the doors close up.
[Sansa's probably already heard people crying for help on their tablets the previous few nights, if she's been paying attention to it like Korra has. Closer now, Korra studies Sansa carefully, noting the blue tinge of her lips--as someone who grew up in the snow, she knows all too well what that means.]
How long were you out there? My name's Korra, by the way. What's yours?
[She hurries in quickly, just wanting to feel some heat at the moment. Standing awkwardly right beyond the door, she is quick to shed her wet cloak, not wishing to ruin the floors. Already she feels like a bother, but she is still thankful for the kindness.]
Thank you. I was beginning to think I may not run into anything open. [Or at least someone that she could hopefully befriend.]
[It stings a little when he confirms that their mother is not with him, but she is still too relieved to see him to let it dampen her spirits too much. Sansa wipes at her eyes, trying to straighten her appearance now. They have other things to worry about here, and she is not sure who yet to trust.
The dark haired girl turns back to the heat, quiet as she thinks of how she's gotten here. She doesn't know either. She's been too concerned to get to some shelter, but this is not the Vale. This is not Westeros.]
Neither do I. I was in the Vale. It has snowed, but not like this. [This isn't anywhere she knows.]
[He may have been a kid, but he had had superpowers once before. It's probably the loss of that that makes him even more shaken about the whole situation.
But he nods as quickly and as insistently as he can at her question, turning the tablet back towards him, typing something out, and presenting it once more.]
[ A quotation. How pleasing. His temporary companion is well-read, or at least has indulged in some wisdom for war and life. He echoes: ]
None taken.
Desperation would be one thing, right now at least. It's simply an unfortunate fact of life that man, in all his idiocy, also requires contact to coexist healthily and happily. Social creatures we are. [ Keyword there being healthily. ] I've also been told empathy is my fatal flaw under other circumstances, if you could believe that. Yours?
I was hoping for the same. [But nearly preparing for the worst. If she didn't come across another house soon, she might have been dead the next morning. It's a thought that has crossed her mind many times over. Rubbing her hands together, she does not want to think on it now. Sansa only follow's Korra's gaze out the window to look at how low the sun is in the sky.]
Most of the day. I wanted to see who else was out here. [Petyr, Mya, or mayhaps Myranda Royce. She's checked the tablet herself, but while she only has a vague understanding of it, she's not sure many from her world may even use it. It is a dangerous thing to go out and do, but it seems she is so far alone here.]
Alayne. My thanks, Korra. I am grateful for your kindness.
[ This wouldn't be a problem anywhere else. This shouldn't be a problem--for ages now, his body's been nothing but a shell for a broken ideal. Still, by the time he starts to feel the warmth of hypothermia in his extremities, Archer finally acknowledges that his body is no longer the reinforced magical powerhouse he'd been summoned into back home.
Somehow, he manages to use his tablet. ]
This is a terrible, rotten thing to ask.
But does anyone here wish to be a hero? It's an awful fate, but at least for now, you'll enjoy saving me from freezing to death.
⚔ FOUR.
[ He remembers sheltering someone against an attack. That's the last thing he remembers, and as he wakes up laid out on the slab, he silently curses himself for doing it. Stupid, stupid, useless, that he'd still do such a pointless and sacrificial thing, even when his body is just as human as anyone else's, even when his magecraft is gone.
He can't help but feel that there's something he doesn't remember, though. With that nagging sense of loss lingering in his brain, Archer sits up and swings himself onto his feet on the floor. ]
Jeez, what a welcome. We could at least wake up in a nice bed, not that I particularly care.
[ And then he stops, gaze distantly fixed on the opposite wall, as it finally hits him.
He can't remember a single sword. All his thousands of magical and legendary blades stored safely in his head--he doesn't remember a thing about any of them.
He hisses through his teeth, suddenly cursing himself more than ever. ]
[ somehow it doesn't surprise her that he's here. and yet it totally takes her by surprise. her eyes widen for a moment upon hearing his voice, her lips, almost blue, parting as she looks at him. her fingers tremble as she makes her response, her eyes meeting with his over the screen.]
I d-don't know how to get back in-- [ she turns the camera to scan the area.]
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