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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?
"Look I don't know but unless you have real solid aspirations to win over ugliest SOB on the planet and then die in a blood soaked pus-bag filled haze keep back because I..."
His head burned. His body ached. The same way it always happens. Just let it burn out Vic. Just like you used to. Let it burn out, the aches and pains...
The gun fell from his hands but he kept his eyes on the other man as the skin along his cheek closed leaving a faint red mark. His hands were scarred over already, wounds closing up and healing. His body heaved - and then nothing.
Silence.
He pressed his hands to the floor.
"...There's no bullets in that gun if y'know, you wanna take it. At least I think there aren't." The other man's voice is still thick, "...I'd still keep away from it though. At least...for another twenty four hours unless you've got gloves. You...have gloves?"
"No offense, pal, but if anyone's dying it looks like you might be--" Clint cut himself off as the gun fell, shifting back a step though he kept the arrow aimed at the man. Whatever was going on with this guy wasn't a good thing--it was well beyond anything the archer had witnessed before.
And he'd witnessed a lot.
The tension he had on the bowstring lessened slightly as the man pressed his hands to the floor, Clint watching for any sign that he might be about to do anything. It was obvious that the other was in pain of some sort though, that whatever was effecting him like that was taking a toll on him.
"..So I can take it but I shouldn't touch it?" he asked, clarifying the weird statement as an eyebrow arched. "I do, yeah." A pause. "Is this one of those things where I shouldn't be breathing the same air as you either?" Because that's just what he needed right now.
"The most common transfer of disease - particularly viruses - occurs through direct contact with fluids or membranes." He leans against the wall, trying not to heave or be sick, "This one in particular..."
You know what it means if it's you. If it's inside you, if I touch you and that's what happens then that's what you can do. That's what you were meant to do.
"I don't want to do that! I don't want to be responsible for that! I-"
She'd pressed herself against him and he shivered. Suppressing the memory, he tried to climb to his feet, "...Ever know a woman who could literally get under your skin and make you into something you're not? I didn't until recently. And she literally does."
He stares down at the gun, "You haven't seen anyone like that have you? Long dark hair, bright ...gray green...what color's gray green? Hazel? eyes."
"So as long as I don't touch you or share a glass with you, I should be okay," Clint murmured, not finding much comfort in the statement. The guy had said 'most common' which meant there were other means that were less common but still applicable.
Joy.
A soft snort escaped the archer as he finally slipped the arrow away from the string, tucking it back into the quiver. "Yeah, I have. Thankfully she's on my side," he said honestly.
But the other kept going, kept asking and this woman he described didn't sound like anyone Clint had seen. Then again, this guy was the first person he'd really crossed paths with since he ended up here.
"Doesn't ring any bells, no. But I'll keep my eyes open. Not that there's much life around here in general."
"Nothing. You're the first person I've seen up close and personal, pal. Anyone else has just been over the network but I wasn't sure if any of it was real," he admitted. After all, he had thought it was all a HYDRA trap at first.
"I was at home, so trust me. I understand the feeling."
And all he wanted was to get back to them; to know that his family was alright. Because he had no idea if Laura and the kids were even safe and that scared him more than anything else.
"As far as I know? Looks like we're stuck. But there's always a way out, it's just a matter of finding it."
"...I've got a son." Oh god. Victor staggers, "...Ricky's only three, he's a baby and she's out there with him she's back home with him we have to find a way out. we have to find a way out now. If she did that to me, then I don't know what she'll do to him, she's like me."
"Whoa, whoa, calm down buddy." Holding his hands up slightly, Clint shook his head. "There's nothing you can do right now, not with night falling. It's going to get cold as hell. In the morning, I can help you look though--we can try and figure this out."
Kids were one of his weak spots, what could he say?
How do you calm down when your kid is out there with a madwoman? "...Don't tell me to calm down! Don't tell me to calm down, what are you talking about when you say there's no way out?"
He's been in here, sick as a dog, curled up in a fetal position trying not to throw up or die and leave some vestige of his horrible mutation, "Please"
Clint frowned but he could understand the panic. He'd seen it plenty of times before--may have felt it several times even if he'd never admit it. Time had taught him to keep a level head, though, and that was his goal right now.
"Easy, man. As far as I know, there's no way out of this place. At least not that anyone has found yet. And you need to calm down before you do something you're going to regret like running out the door to try and find a way."
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His head burned. His body ached. The same way it always happens. Just let it burn out Vic. Just like you used to. Let it burn out, the aches and pains...
The gun fell from his hands but he kept his eyes on the other man as the skin along his cheek closed leaving a faint red mark. His hands were scarred over already, wounds closing up and healing. His body heaved - and then nothing.
Silence.
He pressed his hands to the floor.
"...There's no bullets in that gun if y'know, you wanna take it. At least I think there aren't." The other man's voice is still thick, "...I'd still keep away from it though. At least...for another twenty four hours unless you've got gloves. You...have gloves?"
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And he'd witnessed a lot.
The tension he had on the bowstring lessened slightly as the man pressed his hands to the floor, Clint watching for any sign that he might be about to do anything. It was obvious that the other was in pain of some sort though, that whatever was effecting him like that was taking a toll on him.
"..So I can take it but I shouldn't touch it?" he asked, clarifying the weird statement as an eyebrow arched. "I do, yeah." A pause. "Is this one of those things where I shouldn't be breathing the same air as you either?" Because that's just what he needed right now.
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You know what it means if it's you. If it's inside you, if I touch you and that's what happens then that's what you can do. That's what you were meant to do.
"I don't want to do that! I don't want to be responsible for that! I-"
She'd pressed herself against him and he shivered. Suppressing the memory, he tried to climb to his feet, "...Ever know a woman who could literally get under your skin and make you into something you're not? I didn't until recently. And she literally does."
He stares down at the gun, "You haven't seen anyone like that have you? Long dark hair, bright ...gray green...what color's gray green? Hazel? eyes."
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Joy.
A soft snort escaped the archer as he finally slipped the arrow away from the string, tucking it back into the quiver. "Yeah, I have. Thankfully she's on my side," he said honestly.
But the other kept going, kept asking and this woman he described didn't sound like anyone Clint had seen. Then again, this guy was the first person he'd really crossed paths with since he ended up here.
"Doesn't ring any bells, no. But I'll keep my eyes open. Not that there's much life around here in general."
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He hesitates, "...There really is no way out then, of this freakin' wannabe hick town."
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And all he wanted was to get back to them; to know that his family was alright. Because he had no idea if Laura and the kids were even safe and that scared him more than anything else.
"As far as I know? Looks like we're stuck. But there's always a way out, it's just a matter of finding it."
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Kids were one of his weak spots, what could he say?
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He's been in here, sick as a dog, curled up in a fetal position trying not to throw up or die and leave some vestige of his horrible mutation, "Please"
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"Easy, man. As far as I know, there's no way out of this place. At least not that anyone has found yet. And you need to calm down before you do something you're going to regret like running out the door to try and find a way."