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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 already died once, he doesn't need to die again! He lost his sight the first time and that's the whole reason he's stuck out here...he has no idea where he's going and has yet to find a door that will open for him.]
Helel, what time is it?
[The cartoony, jet-black star's deep voice (it hadn't had the hoarse timbre of the friend it was sort of named after available) responds in that pleasantly emotionally neutral tone computers so seem to love:]
It is currently 7:55 PM. You have five minutes to find shelter.
This vile town...Helel, let me speak to the network. Video.
[And the rest is a video feed to the network. It's hard to see his face under the hood of his cloak, but the fact that he's not looking at his tablet says a lot. To say nothing of the way the words just come out of his mouth in a rush, even phrases that should give him pause like "I died three days ago".]
Everyone...listen, I need help. I don't know how to tell you where I am; I can't see, I died three days ago and woke without my sight. I need to find shelter, I-
[His voice breaks, and then he stumbles into a mailbox, the tablet clattering to his feet. His shadow obscures the camera as he searches for it, and then his groping hand when he finds it. There's the rustling of fabric, distressed breathing, and a sliding, scraping sound. When the feed clears it's looking up at the snowfall, set on Enoch's lap as he sits against the mailbox. How is he going to find shelter in five minutes when he's running into things?]
I don't want to die again...but I can't ask any of you to die with me, can I?
So...talk to me. Someone talk to me so I don't die alone. Please.
[Of course, a mailbox means there's a building nearby. But he's not modern in the slightest and doesn't know this. He doesn't even know what it is he bumped into.]
[The whole... dying and coming back thing, not even sure how to comment on that. She ends up saying the first thing she can really think of to say.]
Why didn't you say something sooner?
[Honestly she'd be kind of impressed he survived this long without sight, if the situation weren't as dire as it clearly was. Five minutes. Five minutes. There had to be something.]
[Enoch might be more weirded out by it if, one, his whole life wasn't made of weird, and two, he wasn't about to die again and wasn't scared of that. There wouldn't be his trusted friend greeting him when he woke like the times back home when he had nearly died (or had he actually died, now that this place had put that option on the table?), but cold metal and more loneliness.]
I'm sorry, it never occurred to me to ask...
[Well, for help getting around. His companions were disembodied voices and words that were actually far away, for the most part. It was kind of like his mission, in that regard. It made it all too easy to fall back into the mentality that there were people he could talk to, but not ask to interfere.
That was one of the reasons he gave up so quickly after instinctively pleading for help.]
[She makes an incredulous noise. Seriously? It just seemed.... insane to not even say anything. But that's beside the point now. The clock is ticking. Enoch doesn't have the time for them to debate whether it was a good idea or not.]
Alright fine. There's gotta be something we can do.
[Because the idea of just leaving him somewhere to die? Just waiting for the end and keeping each other company? Not sitting well, for a lot of reasons.
She scans the background of his video feed more closely now that she's not preoccupied with people being alive when they shouldn't be. And that... yeah that was a mailbox, wasn't it? There had to be somewhere nearby.]
Hey, pick up your tablet and turn it around. Try moving it in a circle if you can. Lemme see what's around.
[She has no illusions about going out and finding him in five - probably four now - minutes, but just because he can't see doesn't mean she can't.]
Uggggh really DW? Really??? Some notifs would have been nice!
[The feed goes a little strange as Enoch pushes himself to his feet, feels a bit for where the camera is and which side is facing him, and then he slowly turns in a circle, bumping his elbow on the mailbox partway through and stepping aside once.]
Do you see anything?
[There is a mostly intact house right there. If only he hadn't been blind.]
[The answer comes almost immediately. Sure, Korra can sulk all she wants about her bending being gone, but not when someone's life is in danger.]
I'll come find you. [There's muffled sounds on her end, like she's already on the move.] Do you remember where you were when you died before? Maybe you're somewhere close to there.
[It's a bit callously asked, maybe, but with so little amount of time to find him, there's no time for niceties.]
And tell me what you look like so I can keep an eye out. Hurry!
What if you're locked out too? If you're in shelter, stay there!
[Sorry, he meant it about not wanting to drag anyone else into danger.
At least he leans over the tablet when he speaks, so Korra has a better look at his face under the hood of his cloak. That much, his lack of response doesn't thwart.]
[...This isn't real. There's no way that someone could be that stupidly selfless. The only other person remotely like that...isn't here. This is such transparent bait that he laughs it off and tries to ignore it.
...30 seconds later, he goes back to Enoch's video again out of curiosity. Damn it.]
...How noble. [But hey, he didn't come back to you just to gaze in awe and wonder at the human or whatever.]
Of course, sending out more people to potentially die isn't very smart. But you never know how close someone is. You could even be next to a building without knowing it.
[Good, he had enough of that in Heaven. Not that he remembers, anyway.]
This is true... [Wait a minute...] But you need not come outside to help me.
[He lifts up the tablet, feeling out the bump of the camera lens with his fingers so he doesn't cover it, and pans it around his immediate surroundings.
Sure enough, there's a house right there. Mostly intact too.]
Do you see one? [pause.] Or do you mean to say you can see me?
[Did he seriously end up right outside someone else's shelter? Is he going to actually meet another person face to face?]
[Yeah that sure is a house all right. But...well, he wasn't looking out the window or anything, and all the houses he's run into so far looked really samey, so it's hard to tell if the camera's pointed at his shelter or not...]
There's a house in front of you, yes. ...Let me check something.
[Taking the tablet with him, he gets up and looks outside the window.
...There's someone outside with a tablet pointing right at his shelter.]
[The moment he says there's a house in front of him, he scrambles to his feet and starts making his way in the direction the tablet had been pointing, still keeping it trained forward.]
Am I moving the right way for the door?
[The fact that he's checking something doesn't seem to register to him. He's got less than five minutes to get inside and he actually has a chance at living! That's enough to not really care about anything else until he's safe.]
[He has his hand out to find the door, moving perhaps a little too fast for his condition, but not wanting to get locked out. He can feel his heart pounding as he doesn't find it, keeps moving, doesn't find it, doesn't even know how far away he is...
He trips over the threshold and stumbles through the open doorway, managing to keep his balance for a split second but falling flat on his face inside the house.
He doesn't speak for a moment. He needs time to process what just happened.]
[Who knew that you could give your abs a workout by trying really hard not to laugh?]
Sorry... [There's the sound of the door closing.] I didn't want you to slam into the door or anything. [At least he helps Enoch up, and with disturbing ease too, even though his vampire strength is gone.]
[It helps that he can definitely get up under his own power, but he doesn't say no to Dio's help, not after the cold out there. His hand finds one of Dio's shoulders to steady himself for a moment before he lowers it and takes a step away - more out of politeness than anything. He's reluctant to move away, unfamiliar with his surroundings and having a source of heat right there beside him.]
Thank you. I was so lucky to be outside this house...thank you so much...
[He's still gathering his wits, winding down from the fear and letting relief sink in. He looks up, turning his head to either the sound of his voice or where his footsteps were last.]
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Enoch | El Shaddai | 1-ish
Helel, what time is it?
[The cartoony, jet-black star's deep voice (it hadn't had the hoarse timbre of the friend it was sort of named after available) responds in that pleasantly emotionally neutral tone computers so seem to love:]
It is currently 7:55 PM. You have five minutes to find shelter.
This vile town...Helel, let me speak to the network. Video.
[And the rest is a video feed to the network. It's hard to see his face under the hood of his cloak, but the fact that he's not looking at his tablet says a lot. To say nothing of the way the words just come out of his mouth in a rush, even phrases that should give him pause like "I died three days ago".]
Everyone...listen, I need help. I don't know how to tell you where I am; I can't see, I died three days ago and woke without my sight. I need to find shelter, I-
[His voice breaks, and then he stumbles into a mailbox, the tablet clattering to his feet. His shadow obscures the camera as he searches for it, and then his groping hand when he finds it. There's the rustling of fabric, distressed breathing, and a sliding, scraping sound. When the feed clears it's looking up at the snowfall, set on Enoch's lap as he sits against the mailbox. How is he going to find shelter in five minutes when he's running into things?]
I don't want to die again...but I can't ask any of you to die with me, can I?
So...talk to me. Someone talk to me so I don't die alone. Please.
[Of course, a mailbox means there's a building nearby. But he's not modern in the slightest and doesn't know this. He doesn't even know what it is he bumped into.]
Gonna assume there's been some slight CR buildup for this
[The whole... dying and coming back thing, not even sure how to comment on that. She ends up saying the first thing she can really think of to say.]
Why didn't you say something sooner?
[Honestly she'd be kind of impressed he survived this long without sight, if the situation weren't as dire as it clearly was. Five minutes. Five minutes. There had to be something.]
Fine by me!
I'm sorry, it never occurred to me to ask...
[Well, for help getting around. His companions were disembodied voices and words that were actually far away, for the most part. It was kind of like his mission, in that regard. It made it all too easy to fall back into the mentality that there were people he could talk to, but not ask to interfere.
That was one of the reasons he gave up so quickly after instinctively pleading for help.]
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Alright fine. There's gotta be something we can do.
[Because the idea of just leaving him somewhere to die? Just waiting for the end and keeping each other company? Not sitting well, for a lot of reasons.
She scans the background of his video feed more closely now that she's not preoccupied with people being alive when they shouldn't be. And that... yeah that was a mailbox, wasn't it? There had to be somewhere nearby.]
Hey, pick up your tablet and turn it around. Try moving it in a circle if you can. Lemme see what's around.
[She has no illusions about going out and finding him in five - probably four now - minutes, but just because he can't see doesn't mean she can't.]
Uggggh really DW? Really??? Some notifs would have been nice!
Do you see anything?
[There is a mostly intact house right there. If only he hadn't been blind.]
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I'll come find you. [There's muffled sounds on her end, like she's already on the move.] Do you remember where you were when you died before? Maybe you're somewhere close to there.
[It's a bit callously asked, maybe, but with so little amount of time to find him, there's no time for niceties.]
And tell me what you look like so I can keep an eye out. Hurry!
I am so, so sorry, I never got this notif!
[Sorry, he meant it about not wanting to drag anyone else into danger.
At least he leans over the tablet when he speaks, so Korra has a better look at his face under the hood of his cloak. That much, his lack of response doesn't thwart.]
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...30 seconds later, he goes back to Enoch's video again out of curiosity. Damn it.]
Are you sure?
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[Surprise, Dio, not everyone is out to use people.]
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Of course, sending out more people to potentially die isn't very smart. But you never know how close someone is. You could even be next to a building without knowing it.
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This is true... [Wait a minute...] But you need not come outside to help me.
[He lifts up the tablet, feeling out the bump of the camera lens with his fingers so he doesn't cover it, and pans it around his immediate surroundings.
Sure enough, there's a house right there. Mostly intact too.]
Do you see one? [pause.] Or do you mean to say you can see me?
[Did he seriously end up right outside someone else's shelter? Is he going to actually meet another person face to face?]
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There's a house in front of you, yes. ...Let me check something.
[Taking the tablet with him, he gets up and looks outside the window.
...There's someone outside with a tablet pointing right at his shelter.]
... [Wow, really?]
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Am I moving the right way for the door?
[The fact that he's checking something doesn't seem to register to him. He's got less than five minutes to get inside and he actually has a chance at living! That's enough to not really care about anything else until he's safe.]
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「Gravity」. Given how isolated everyone is, meetings alone are rare. Something will have to come of this meeting, whether he realizes it now or not.]
Heh. [He'll juuuuuuust open the door at the last second, then. Surprise, Enoch!]
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He trips over the threshold and stumbles through the open doorway, managing to keep his balance for a split second but falling flat on his face inside the house.
He doesn't speak for a moment. He needs time to process what just happened.]
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Sorry... [There's the sound of the door closing.] I didn't want you to slam into the door or anything. [At least he helps Enoch up, and with disturbing ease too, even though his vampire strength is gone.]
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Thank you. I was so lucky to be outside this house...thank you so much...
[He's still gathering his wits, winding down from the fear and letting relief sink in. He looks up, turning his head to either the sound of his voice or where his footsteps were last.]
My name is Enoch.