it's quiet ... [active, closed]
Characters: Billy Kaplan, Tommy Shepherd
Content: Tommy is AWOL because he doesn't like to be worried in front of people; Billy is too anxious and stressed to permit any of his little superfamily to be missing for more than five minutes at a time
Location: A fair way from anywhere there are people
Time of Day: Midday; pretty soon after the news spread around that everyone's trappeder than they previously thought
Warnings: None?
It occurred to Billy, as he was looking through what had come up on the network since he'd last checked it (not very much at all, but he was refreshing it compulsively every couple of minutes just in case someone with a bite needed treatment) that the clubhouse was unusually quiet. He paused, his hand hovering over the touchpad of his laptop, and a frown crept across his face. Nobody had leaned over his shoulder to ask him what he was doing all morning. Nobody had taken his breakfast cereal off of him just as he was trying to eat it, for that matter, or tripped him and then told him to lighten up, or slammed any doors, or knocked anything over, or stolen his belongings and put them in stupid places, or asked him obnoxious questions for no good reason.
Now he thought about it ... he hadn't seen Tommy last night, either.
Tommy going out was the opposite of unusual, and normally Billy wouldn't have been really worried by not having seen him all day. If anything, the idea of cooping his brother up indoors for long periods of time was kind of a worse idea than the alternative, even if it did make Billy kind of worried - but he was usually back here to sleep, at least.
Billy had learned the hard way not to hesitate - or, at least, had been traumatized into fearing hesitation - when he was worried about something like this. The fact that there was any kind of possibility that Tommy could have been hurt - that he could have been bitten - was reason enough, as far as Billy was concerned, to waste no time in locating him by any means at his disposal.
With a sort of urgent calmness, he shut the laptop, closed his eyes, and concentrated.
"IwanttobewhereTommyisIwanttobewhereTommyisIwanttobewhereTommyis -"
The next moment, with a quiet rushing of air and a shimmer of blue light, he was gone.
Content: Tommy is AWOL because he doesn't like to be worried in front of people; Billy is too anxious and stressed to permit any of his little superfamily to be missing for more than five minutes at a time
Location: A fair way from anywhere there are people
Time of Day: Midday; pretty soon after the news spread around that everyone's trappeder than they previously thought
Warnings: None?
It occurred to Billy, as he was looking through what had come up on the network since he'd last checked it (not very much at all, but he was refreshing it compulsively every couple of minutes just in case someone with a bite needed treatment) that the clubhouse was unusually quiet. He paused, his hand hovering over the touchpad of his laptop, and a frown crept across his face. Nobody had leaned over his shoulder to ask him what he was doing all morning. Nobody had taken his breakfast cereal off of him just as he was trying to eat it, for that matter, or tripped him and then told him to lighten up, or slammed any doors, or knocked anything over, or stolen his belongings and put them in stupid places, or asked him obnoxious questions for no good reason.
Now he thought about it ... he hadn't seen Tommy last night, either.
Tommy going out was the opposite of unusual, and normally Billy wouldn't have been really worried by not having seen him all day. If anything, the idea of cooping his brother up indoors for long periods of time was kind of a worse idea than the alternative, even if it did make Billy kind of worried - but he was usually back here to sleep, at least.
Billy had learned the hard way not to hesitate - or, at least, had been traumatized into fearing hesitation - when he was worried about something like this. The fact that there was any kind of possibility that Tommy could have been hurt - that he could have been bitten - was reason enough, as far as Billy was concerned, to waste no time in locating him by any means at his disposal.
With a sort of urgent calmness, he shut the laptop, closed his eyes, and concentrated.
"IwanttobewhereTommyisIwanttobewhereTommyisIwanttobewhereTommyis -"
The next moment, with a quiet rushing of air and a shimmer of blue light, he was gone.