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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?
[ It doesn't take Rhodey long for him to realize he's made a mistake.
For him to realize that his tablet had been flashing FIND SHELTER IMMEDIATELY at him for the past hour. For him to realize that all the doors in the nearby vicinity are locked tight. For him to realize there is no lock to pick, no windows to break.
For him to realize that he is needlessly and absolutely trapped outside, with the sun having set and the world dark, with snow falling and temperatures dropping.
For him to realize he could actually freeze to death, that his death isn't going to come by some daredevil stunt to feed his need for an adrenaline rush, or by protecting innocents while wearing the War Machine suit, or by his choice in best friends.
No, he's going to die because it's fucking freezing and the doors are locked.
He ducks behind the wall of the house in a meager attempt at staving off the biting chill of the wind and takes out his tablet. ]
So, that message on your tablets, telling you to find shelter? It's not joking, [ he informs, because if he's going to die out here, the least he can do is try to prevent any future deaths. He fights a shiver as a gust of wind finds it's way around the corner. ]
There's not a chance those doors open from the inside, is there? [ He's not expecting it to, not at this point, but he guesses it doesn't hurt to ask. ]
[Al rarely listens when his tablet warns him to find shelter these days, not since he learned that the doors really do lock themselves at sundown and anyone left outside is mercilessly left to perish in the snow. He can't allow that to happen, not if he has a scant chance of preventing even one death, so he spends more nights than not outside when the lockdown occurs.
The cold holds no fear for him. It's a bittersweet blessing, one that always brings with it a stab of loss and longing. He doesn't want to suffer frostbite or hypothermia, but he just wants... once, briefly... to feel the sting of the wind at his cheeks and the falling snow on his skin.
The sound of someone's voice drifting through the darkness pulls him from any further maudlin thoughts, and he immediately turns in that direction. Hopefully the sight of a huge, spiked suit of armour won't be too frightening in the middle of a dark blizzard.]
Is someone there? Call out to me, I'll come and help you!
[ Rhodey thinks it might be just a bit hypocritical if he was frightened of something walking around in a suit of armor, given who he is. Given who his best friend is. If anything, he might be a bit jealous that his suit of armor didn't show up with him. Metal might not be the best insulator, but at this point, any kind of shelter would be better than the meager shelter of one wall.
His head turns sharply when he hears a voice. He ducks back out from behind the wall, peering about the landscape, trying to discern where they might be. If there are more people than just him stuck out here, they might be able to combine their body heat, they might be able to survive the night.
[It might not be the body that he would have chosen to be in, but Al can hardly deny that his armour certainly has presence in situations like this. Following the sound of the shouts, he crunches through the snow and emerges from the gloom, brushing snow from his shoulder spikes where it had begun to pile up.]
Hey, there.
[His voice is incongruously cheerful, as if this was a good place to have an idle chat. He's actually worried about this poor man trapped outside, but he wants to try and keep spirits as high as he can.]
Seriously? Did you try breaking the door down, or maybe a window?
[Because his tablet had been doing the exact same thing, but Jason had been so caught up in what he was doing over the past hour that he had missed it almost entirely.
Well, shit... This had all the makings of a worst case scenario, now didn't it? It wasn't like he couldn't stand the cold and, to be fair, he could probably last awhile in before the chill started to seriously get to him. He had faced down Mr. Freeze, and he was technically the walking dead (Sans the craving for brains) already.
But even he had to admit that it was getting freakishly cold, freakishly fast. His teeth are definitely not chattering, if anyone thought to ask. Definitely not.
Come back from the dead, survive all manner of life and death situations, only to end up a human Popsicle? No way in hell.
Jason was more than aware that Rhodey had more than likely tried these methods of getting inside, but it was better to rule the stupid little options out before you wasted too much time on the elaborate plans. Elaborate plans took longer to put in action, and ran the risk of taking too long in this kind of weather.]
No, [ His voice is completely deadpan. ] I simply thought I'd freeze out here, instead.
[ Rhodey might not be the strongest guy around, and he might not be a tech genius, but he does know how to break inside a house. What windows there are, are several inches thick. He might be able to break the glass, had he his gun on him, but with nothing but his bare hands?
The windows don't slide open, and the doors are deadlock sealed. There is no lock for him to pick.
Long story short, they're stuck out here until morning. ]
[As soon as his tablet had flashed alerting him to a newly broadcasted message, Clint had checked it, curious to see what new person was trying to make contact. Imagine his surprise when said person was someone he actually recognized.
The archer was frowning some, already moving as he headed towards the exit to the building he was currently taking shelter in.]
I have no idea if the doors open or not but I'll find out. In the meantime, where the hell are you?
[Because he wasn't about to let a fellow Avenger freeze to death.]
I don't think anything about this place is a joke.
[ He's been in some tough conditions before. It's just the nature of things when he'd willingly spend the entirety of his after-college career with the United States Air Force. Although, the majority of his time over seas had been in a different kind of desert; more Iraq, Iran and Afghanistan than the cold reaches of Siberia.
He's a little ashamed to admit -- he's a little bit out of his depth here.
And honestly, he's a bit relieved when he catches sight of the archer. He doesn't know much about the man called Clint, but he's a part of Tony's team (and Rhodey's not sure how he feels, being a part of the Avengers. He doesn't want to be a superhero, he just wants to help people,) but if Tony trusts him, so does Rhodey. He gives him a nod in acknowledgement, and in thanks. ]
Surrounded by snow, [ is the cold, dry answer he gives, almost as cold as the temperature outside before expanding, ] I was headed east, last I checked.
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James "Rhodey" Rhodes | MCU | AoU complaint
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The cold holds no fear for him. It's a bittersweet blessing, one that always brings with it a stab of loss and longing. He doesn't want to suffer frostbite or hypothermia, but he just wants... once, briefly... to feel the sting of the wind at his cheeks and the falling snow on his skin.
The sound of someone's voice drifting through the darkness pulls him from any further maudlin thoughts, and he immediately turns in that direction. Hopefully the sight of a huge, spiked suit of armour won't be too frightening in the middle of a dark blizzard.]
Is someone there? Call out to me, I'll come and help you!
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His head turns sharply when he hears a voice. He ducks back out from behind the wall, peering about the landscape, trying to discern where they might be. If there are more people than just him stuck out here, they might be able to combine their body heat, they might be able to survive the night.
Or they might end up dying together.
At least it was better than dying alone. ]
Hello, yes! I'm outside, in front of the house!
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Hey, there.
[His voice is incongruously cheerful, as if this was a good place to have an idle chat. He's actually worried about this poor man trapped outside, but he wants to try and keep spirits as high as he can.]
I was beginning to think it was just me out here.
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[Because his tablet had been doing the exact same thing, but Jason had been so caught up in what he was doing over the past hour that he had missed it almost entirely.
Well, shit... This had all the makings of a worst case scenario, now didn't it? It wasn't like he couldn't stand the cold and, to be fair, he could probably last awhile in before the chill started to seriously get to him. He had faced down Mr. Freeze, and he was technically the walking dead (Sans the craving for brains) already.
But even he had to admit that it was getting freakishly cold, freakishly fast. His teeth are definitely not chattering, if anyone thought to ask. Definitely not.
Come back from the dead, survive all manner of life and death situations, only to end up a human Popsicle? No way in hell.
Jason was more than aware that Rhodey had more than likely tried these methods of getting inside, but it was better to rule the stupid little options out before you wasted too much time on the elaborate plans. Elaborate plans took longer to put in action, and ran the risk of taking too long in this kind of weather.]
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[ Rhodey might not be the strongest guy around, and he might not be a tech genius, but he does know how to break inside a house. What windows there are, are several inches thick. He might be able to break the glass, had he his gun on him, but with nothing but his bare hands?
The windows don't slide open, and the doors are deadlock sealed. There is no lock for him to pick.
Long story short, they're stuck out here until morning. ]
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[As soon as his tablet had flashed alerting him to a newly broadcasted message, Clint had checked it, curious to see what new person was trying to make contact. Imagine his surprise when said person was someone he actually recognized.
The archer was frowning some, already moving as he headed towards the exit to the building he was currently taking shelter in.]
I have no idea if the doors open or not but I'll find out. In the meantime, where the hell are you?
[Because he wasn't about to let a fellow Avenger freeze to death.]
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[ He's been in some tough conditions before. It's just the nature of things when he'd willingly spend the entirety of his after-college career with the United States Air Force. Although, the majority of his time over seas had been in a different kind of desert; more Iraq, Iran and Afghanistan than the cold reaches of Siberia.
He's a little ashamed to admit -- he's a little bit out of his depth here.
And honestly, he's a bit relieved when he catches sight of the archer. He doesn't know much about the man called Clint, but he's a part of Tony's team (and Rhodey's not sure how he feels, being a part of the Avengers. He doesn't want to be a superhero, he just wants to help people,) but if Tony trusts him, so does Rhodey. He gives him a nod in acknowledgement, and in thanks. ]
Surrounded by snow, [ is the cold, dry answer he gives, almost as cold as the temperature outside before expanding, ] I was headed east, last I checked.
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[The archer outright rolls his eyes as Rhodey goes on to so nicely describe where it is he's at, giving the other a dry look of his own.]
Descriptive.
[Finding a door, Clint frowns a bit before propping his tablet against something before trying to open up it up.]
If I can get this damn door open, I'll see what I can about finding you. How many layers do you have on at the moment?