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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?
[ He's not a stranger to this type of environment. In the midst of all of this, he can be grateful for that much. He'd arrived decently well-prepared, then, and is still clad in the layers of wool and fur that always protected him in the mountains, whether the winter presented was natural or not. The jury's still out on this place and this winter, but that's beside the point.
Still... It could be going better. It could be going a lot better. He'd arrived separate from Sven, so his movement here is far slower than he would like. The terrain here isn't familiar in the same way that his mountains are, either, and his limited knowledge is another inhibition in the face of a very disquieting puzzle.
He's a survivor, though. He's made it this far. He'll just keep going, right? What else is there to do?
The house is in good shape. The glass in the windows is still intact, even, and forcing the door open reveals an interior that's dust covered and sparse, but dry and free from gusts. There's a hearth with dry wood in place. It's almost suspiciously serendipitous, really. He's about to dig around in his pack for his flint and steel when the sound of movement behind him signaled that he's not alone.
He's not exactly equipped to fight, but it doesn't stop him from trying to get some semblance of the upper hand through intimidation. By most people's standards, Kristoff is a large man in both height and breadth. Knowing that, he stands and puts on his straightest, most grim posture before turning to face whoever it is that's decided to share this apparently good fortune.
He's not even sure if the tough-guy act is necessary, here, but better safe than sorry. His face is largely covered with a red scarf, and his voice is a little muffled when he speaks. ]
[This building had been a miraculous discovery in a world of dilapidated buildings steadily falling disrepair. Its suspicious is what Light has concluded, but he's also low on supplies and there are better ways to die than starvation and hypothermia.
He makes his way into the interior of the building (or so he'd thought) until he's addressed directly by a stranger - a man he's never seen in is life - fiddling around by the fireplace. Instinctively his gloved fingers tighten around the rusted pipe he's taken from another house as a makeshift weapon; wandering around alone defenseless would have been unbelievably short sighted on his part and the single scrap of note he has on him is too precious to use haphazardly. If he'd been more impulsive with the death note, he'd have realized earlier on that it won't work here, but that's a future disaster waiting to unfold.
The question receives a fractionally raised eyebrow, but incredulousness gives way to bitterness as quickly as it starts. It's cold outside - colder than Light is used to in Tokyo, and any thought of "trouble" is a remote joke at best.
Perhaps it would put Kristoff at ease to see that his unexpected company was built more like a runner than a quarterback. Perhaps not; Light hasn't let go of the pipe yet.]
No. [There's a certain finality in his tone neither soothing nor aggressive, but guarded and carefully neutral.] I'm not.
[ Kristoff resists the urge to reach for the knife at his belt. He doesn't want to compound this unnecessarily, after all. Every individual here is cornered, one way or another, and any real provocation can lead to the sort of violent situation anyone would rather avoid. He'll move if he has to. Not before.
He puts up his empty hands instead, then, palms out as if trying to coax a tense animal down. ]
No. I thought I was alone, and I certainly wasn't looking to trouble the house itself. [ Fair enough? He gets back to looking for his steel. ] Warmth is one of the easier commodities to share. I don't mind if you don't.
[ Other things, he's less willing to part with. You can't properly hoard heat, though. Better to offer up the space. ]
[The open handed gesture is a welcome sight. Getting into pointless physical altercations is just about the last thing he needs or wants at the moment. While he remains as guarded as ever, some tension visibly leaves his expression as he puts the lead pipe in is backpack.]
I don't mind.
[His tone is friendlier this time.]
Forgive me for my earlier terseness. [Goodwill is one of the first things to go when circumstances become dire is what he thinks, but doesn't say. That much is obvious.] I'm glad to share shelter when it's available with others. We are all trapped here together after all. Helping each other is the morally responsible thing to do.
[By which he means only idiots would go around making enemies. And besides, at least a few of these people have to be useful in some way. He offers a polite nod and then he makes his approach, stepping closer to the fireplace.]
[The wind is just horrid today. Even with the hood up and zipped up all the way, he can feel it biting at his skin. He's got to find shelter for a little while, or he's sure his nose is going to fall off. Spying a small house nearby, he tries looking in the windows, but the dust and grime on them is too thick and he can't see a thing. With a huff, Lea decides to go for broke and gives the door a push, hoping it's not locked.]
Ah--!
[Well the house isn't locked, it's just occupied. The man inside is about the same height as he is, but at least twice as broad, and Lea makes a mildly concerned face. This guy looks like he'd snap him like an Italian breadstick if he made a wrong move. In that case, better not to make the wrong move. Lingering in the doorway, he lifts both hands in something of a placating gesture and shakes his head.]
I'm only a problem when it's conducive to my situation, which definitely wouldn't be the case at the moment. [He jerks a thumb over his shoulder.] The wind, though... that's kind of being a problem. I was interested in getting out of it.
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Kristoff Bjorgman | Frozen | Prompt #3
Still... It could be going better. It could be going a lot better. He'd arrived separate from Sven, so his movement here is far slower than he would like. The terrain here isn't familiar in the same way that his mountains are, either, and his limited knowledge is another inhibition in the face of a very disquieting puzzle.
He's a survivor, though. He's made it this far. He'll just keep going, right? What else is there to do?
The house is in good shape. The glass in the windows is still intact, even, and forcing the door open reveals an interior that's dust covered and sparse, but dry and free from gusts. There's a hearth with dry wood in place. It's almost suspiciously serendipitous, really. He's about to dig around in his pack for his flint and steel when the sound of movement behind him signaled that he's not alone.
He's not exactly equipped to fight, but it doesn't stop him from trying to get some semblance of the upper hand through intimidation. By most people's standards, Kristoff is a large man in both height and breadth. Knowing that, he stands and puts on his straightest, most grim posture before turning to face whoever it is that's decided to share this apparently good fortune.
He's not even sure if the tough-guy act is necessary, here, but better safe than sorry. His face is largely covered with a red scarf, and his voice is a little muffled when he speaks. ]
Are you here to be a problem?
no subject
He makes his way into the interior of the building (or so he'd thought) until he's addressed directly by a stranger - a man he's never seen in is life - fiddling around by the fireplace. Instinctively his gloved fingers tighten around the rusted pipe he's taken from another house as a makeshift weapon; wandering around alone defenseless would have been unbelievably short sighted on his part and the single scrap of note he has on him is too precious to use haphazardly. If he'd been more impulsive with the death note, he'd have realized earlier on that it won't work here, but that's a future disaster waiting to unfold.
The question receives a fractionally raised eyebrow, but incredulousness gives way to bitterness as quickly as it starts. It's cold outside - colder than Light is used to in Tokyo, and any thought of "trouble" is a remote joke at best.
Perhaps it would put Kristoff at ease to see that his unexpected company was built more like a runner than a quarterback. Perhaps not; Light hasn't let go of the pipe yet.]
No. [There's a certain finality in his tone neither soothing nor aggressive, but guarded and carefully neutral.] I'm not.
Are you?
no subject
He puts up his empty hands instead, then, palms out as if trying to coax a tense animal down. ]
No. I thought I was alone, and I certainly wasn't looking to trouble the house itself. [ Fair enough? He gets back to looking for his steel. ] Warmth is one of the easier commodities to share. I don't mind if you don't.
[ Other things, he's less willing to part with. You can't properly hoard heat, though. Better to offer up the space. ]
no subject
I don't mind.
[His tone is friendlier this time.]
Forgive me for my earlier terseness. [Goodwill is one of the first things to go when circumstances become dire
is what he thinks, but doesn't say. That much is obvious.] I'm glad to share shelter when it's available with others. We are all trapped here together after all. Helping each other is the morally responsible thing to do.
[By which he means only idiots would go around making enemies. And besides, at least a few of these people have to be useful in some way. He offers a polite nod and then he makes his approach, stepping closer to the fireplace.]
My name's Light. A pleasure to meet you.
no subject
Ah--!
[Well the house isn't locked, it's just occupied. The man inside is about the same height as he is, but at least twice as broad, and Lea makes a mildly concerned face. This guy looks like he'd snap him like an Italian breadstick if he made a wrong move. In that case, better not to make the wrong move. Lingering in the doorway, he lifts both hands in something of a placating gesture and shakes his head.]
I'm only a problem when it's conducive to my situation, which definitely wouldn't be the case at the moment. [He jerks a thumb over his shoulder.] The wind, though... that's kind of being a problem. I was interested in getting out of it.